I don't own naruto.
A tall, lean, gorgeous, blonde stood up onto the platform, wearing a tank top, a line of grenades hanging from it while a knife pocket was pushed against the combat boots she wore, the army colored pattern sprouted everywhere around her. Her eyes were sharp, staring out at the rest of the army in front of her, her being the general of all of them. Her blonde hair was tied in a braid that would normally run down her back elegantly if it wasn't tied tightly into a bun near the top of her head, a small area of her bangs were separated from the rest, hanging in from of her eye.
"This battle, we have to win it. Kill all you can out there, let all the blood and gore stain the floors of this ground, now march out to the battle fields!" the blonde, who could only be barely eighteen pulled a cap over her head, and she turned around to the tap of a shoulder.
"Good luck out there, Ino," a man said, and he turned around, jogging slightly away with the rest of the army men. "Win this battle for the United States of America! Beat those Japanese!"
All she did was put the hat on, a small smirk playing at her pretty lips as she leaned over, grabbing a small pistol. "Who's my helicopter pilot?" she asked, walking toward the machines lined up neatly.
At the moment, a man bowed. "It will be an honor to carry you into battle." he leaned over, feeling Ino's soft, gentle hand land on his shoulder for a second before it moved on.
Who knew that Ino's gentle hand was the same one wielding thousands of guns that have killed so many people before, they were also the ones that have wield grenades, bombs, and so many different destructive tools, and yet she had never have gotten a scar. If anyone were to meet her out on the streets, they would expect to see a rich, successful family that has given her the chance to live her own life, not the life of murder, blood, and death.
"Do you think it's smart to suddenly charge into battle when they are expecting us?" the pilot asked, putting on a headphone around his neck.
Ino did the same, pulling her hat off slowly and setting it toward the ground, and she stood up as the helicopter began to take off. "This is a kind of battle where we just charge, doesn't matter, fight. It's the best ones." she began pulling a suitcase out from the back of the helicopter, easily assembling it out into another machine gun.
"How far do you want to me to go up? Or is there no limit, like the myth says."
"No limit. My aim is perfect none-the-less. It doesn't matter how far you shoot, I'll still get my opponent. Soldiers say, you've seen the other general."
She turned around to see the pilot slowly pressing buttons. "Yes, he's tall, dark hair, dark eyes, spiked up hair, and he always has binoculars in his hands even though it's war. General, are you going to be aiming for him?"
With a quick nod of her head, she said, "Of course, I kill him, they're dead. They probably don't have a backup." she adjusted the gun softly, pressing her eye against the aiming glass.
"General, we always have a backup, remember when our last general was captured? We had you step up."
"Exactly, those Japanese can't be entirely that smart enough, now can they? We've almost got their land, and we might not be considered the lamest country in the world now."
"Do not talk like a teenager now, General."
"Yeah, yeah."
The pilot turned around to see her looking at him, giving him a quick nod of her head, and he pulled a handle back, lifting the helicopter into the air, and softly Ino looked down at the army men in front of her.
Slowly, she looked down at her cap that was now on the floor of the helicopter, pushing it toward the edge before finally letting it float down toward the ground. Before it even fell a foot down to the ground, bombs were immediately set off, aiming for the opposing soldiers.
Ino looked up at the side of the helicopter, watching as a bomb from her side cross over to the other side, immediately exploding. As if time had slowed down for her eyes, she caught a man sitting high on a stone tower, his eyes red, immediately directed at her, and she felt her heart stop beating for a few seconds. In his hands held a pair of binoculars, and on his chest was the badge signifying he was the general of the Japanese army.
Looks like he already found me, she thought, looking around at the area around him. She didn't aim for him immediately, instead, she pointed her gun toward the ground, immediately shooting bullets quickly toward the first row of soldiers.
Naturally they made its target, and Ino quickly pulled the door over the helicopter, watching the dents of heavy bullets impale the door. "Fly higher!" she ordered, opening the door once again, aiming directly at the opposing general.
At least there's less action when I'm higher… she looked at the bullet shoot across the sky, and just before it met its target, the general took out a thin knife immediately deflecting the bullet easily.
The blonde looked back at him, her eyebrows furrowed at his small smirk. It was a wonder how he had seen the bullet so far away from Ino.
To Ino, it was the first time ever that anyone had managed to sense the bullet so far away, she pulled the trigger back several times, sending a shock throughout the helicopter as the bullets were shot widely throughout the sky, flying over toward the stone tower's direction.
She began to be carried higher and higher into the sky, to an area where her breathing was already getting heavy and she took a deep breath, staring down at the general from a far sight before aiming for him easily.
Perfectly, he dodged them once again.
Frustrated, Ino glared at him angrily, and suddenly, she felt a small painful suddenly hit her. She looked down at her arm, a small metallic item was attached to her wrist, constructing around it and she felt her head start feeling light-headed.
You have got to be fucking kidding me, a device? She felt her body take control of her, and she fell back off the helicopter.
Far from a distance, the dark-haired male lifted his binoculars, his eyes aimed onto the blonde girl falling down. Slowly, he lifted a finger toward her. "Bring that to me," he ordered, and people around him bowed down, rushing to get what he wanted.
Ino woke up softly, her head aching with pain, but especially her wrist, where the device had been. She looked up from her bangs, her lips cracked and dry from the lack of water she had been unconscious for the last few days. As she looked around her, she saw rats skittering in the jail bar she sat in, another prisoner stared at her across the dirty cell.
She lifted a hand, touching where her bun used to be to feel that the pins were tear off, leaving only the long braid behind, running down her back. The footsteps of someone walking immediately filled her ears and she let her hand drop back into its original place, listening to the person walk into the room, setting a tray of food in front of her, taking the old one back.
The minute the person turned their back toward Ino, she stood up, pressing a pressure point that immediately made the servant faint into her hands, and Ino began taking the cloths, dressing herself in them instead.
When she was finished, she glared at the other prisoner across from her cell, throwing the body to the side and tucked the hat over her head, pressing all of her luscious blond hair behind her.
"Sign out," a voice said, and Ino turned back from her locked cell door, and turned toward the sign-out sheet that was on the table. She took a fast glance at her nametag on her chest, spotting the signature. She gripped the pen, spotting the general behind him. Slowly, she began writing the name of the identity she had stolen.
After the few seconds were done, she looked up at the man behind the desk, their eyes connecting, and his eyes turned from the handsome dark color to a pure red.
She felt her heart stop.
As if time slowed down itself, she felt a man's arm against her neck, choking her and she gasped for air eagerly to only feel his hand against her long neck, cutting off her air. Instead of the handsome face she had first seen, there was a monster with hatred in his eyes, his glare made her wince back, if only she had the room to.
"Do you really think I'm that stupid to not notice one of my own subordinates being impersonated?" he pulled off the hat, letting the braid tumble back against her back and down toward her waist. He pulled away from her. "But since you're awake …it's time for the whips."
Ino's blue eyes widened. Whips? She thought, looking up at him to see only the shadow blocking his face.
Later on, Ino found herself being dragged away, her hands bound from her, her legs clashed together and the whipping sensation burning painfully into her body. Her torturer's face was hidden in the shadows, only the dark whip flicking in and out was shown, while the General was sitting in a grand chair in front of her.
Lifting a drink, he said, "Let's do the back first. Five hundred whips."
With a snap of his fingers loudly, the whipping began. Every strike left a red mark across her skin and easily with only the thin shirt she wore, it began to wear away under all of the torture.
Only at fifty whips the general stopped the man with the whip. "So, Ino, if that is truly your name, I've heard. What are the next plans you have for infiltrating the Japanese land?" he stood up, walking toward the blonde chained against the wall.
"Are you going to tell me?" he lifted her chin gently, staring into her eyes with a steel gaze to only receive some spit in the face from Ino. Wiping it slowly with his hand, he rubbed his hand against the pants he wore. "A thousand whips."
Ino clenched her hands into fists, bearing the pain without a single scream or groan. Slowly and painfully, she began to black out in the middle of the whipping, only feeling the flesh on her back burning with pain as the whip lashed across it.
When she was awake once again, she only tried opening her eyes, only seeing the glimpse of the color pink and green swirling together, perhaps it was a person, she couldn't tell. "Look what you have done to her!" someone cried from a distance, a girlish, female voice.
Only a deep, mysterious, voice responded. "I do not care. Heal those wounds now, quickly, she's going to have to go through more whipping tomorrow."
"You can't do this to her! Look, she's only a teenager, she's our age!" a hand pressed something against her back and she winced softly, liking the feel of the object.
A dark aura began to spread around the room. "If she had the will to become a general of an entire army at such a young age, she can go through this like any other person, despite her age," the dark voice responded, apathy in his voice.
"Let me tell you this one more time, you cannot do this, she's so young! Just look at her!" the soft voice said, and softly, she pressed the object on the Ino's back, soaking the blood, ignoring the blood that Ino had already lost, that had pooled around her body. "She's so pretty," she softly said, pulling the edge of the braid out of the pool of blood, wiping it.
"This has nothing to do with beauty, it has to do with skill, leadership, information, and power."
"That's cruel, General." Ino tried opening her eyes to feel her eyelids droop down instead, but she still saw the light colors of a cotton candy pink and emerald green. Only did Ino's mind start piecing the images together to form the picture of a face. "She must have had a harsh life to join the army at such a young age, and to fight to such an honoring spot."
Her head drooped to the side and she saw the face of the man sitting on the chair, still sitting in it, taking a sip a liquid in his cup. "Do not praise this bitch."
"Don't call her that, look how much work she did to just get to her spot, and then she had to go through you with a thousand whips, and she's still alive!"
"But you're fixing her up right now, so she still went through it with many injuries."
"Shut up."
A dark chuckle rang out throughout the room and Ino tilted her head, fluttering her eyes open slowly, forcing her to use all the energy she had.
Before she could open her eyes completely, her images were already swirling in front of her, red underneath her, pink and green in front of her, black and navy in a seat several feet away from her, and a bright light somewhere far away.
"We're going to have to wash her hair too, it's all in blood," the soft voice noted, touching Ino's platinum-blonde hair gently.
Ino groaned loudly, pushing herself off the knees of the pink-haired woman. Her hand touching the blood on her back, and she winced extremely noticeably as she tried pushing herself off the floor, only to fall on her back into the blood.
She felt footsteps walk toward her. "Do not lie on the floor," the dark voice ordered her.
"Don't talk to her like that!" the pink-haired girl said.
"Shut up, Sakura."
"I can't have you injuring all these people and then expect me to heal them all, Sasuke."
Sakura and Sasuke, Ino thought, tilting her head back to see only darkness.
I think I did pretty good for this one, I like this idea alot, but I might just delete this story if I don't get good reviews, cause well, not alot of people like stories like these.
Alright, another thing is that I know I haven't been updating as fast but it's only because I have state tests up and I have got to study.
Oh yeah, last thing. I know I've been getting alot of complains for updating Death. I have writer's block with Death and Different. Sorry about it! I need suggestions? Except write it to the story so I know it's ...that story.
Review. =D I'll be really geniune happy about it ^.^