Ok so before we even get started here. Not my characters.
'Sup people, I guess I'm kinda new to writing fanfictions and all that jazz, so here goes:
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Three masked ANBU darted through the trees, tense, ready for attack. They were exhausted; their mission had not been an easy one. When sent to kill Itachi Uchia, one simply did not expect children, and to be ordered to kill them as well was devastating. A grimace fixed itself of the leader's face. It had been gruesome. Perhaps it was time for him to retire. The things expected of ANBU nowadays were just immoral.
Even so, relief gripped his shoulders- soon they would be home. The anticipation, the need for comfort, to see his own children, his family safe was simply overwhelming.
Far above the men, a woman crouched on a branch in the vast canopy of the forest. A giggle bubbles over her full, sensual lips- childish, but with a barely detectable edge of malicious intent.
"Indeed," she murmured to herself, "revenge is sweet."
Grinning wickedly, she stood, pulling the hood of her dark cape down, shadowing all but her exotic lips. Hatred now glazed over her striking green eyes. Obscured only by the thick midnight cloth. As she jumped, the swath of black billowed out, like a small bat gliding through the shade.
Her small feet tapped lightly on the dense wood of a branch as she landed. She stilled, a sleek panther in the perpetual night of the forest, waiting for the men to approach her.
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As the ANBU leapt into the clearing, ice threaded its way from her heart to her vocal chords. Pure contempt laced her tongue as she spoke,
"Gentlemen." The ANBU froze. "I have a message for your Hokage," Her lips twisted into a wicked grin as she pulled out a tightly wrapped scroll.
"Tell her, that your village owes me two children, one boy, one girl and a husband." Fury etched her voice as she hissed the last word- carelessly tossing the exploding scroll at the three, stunned ANBU.
The last thing the men saw as she turned to leave was the twist of her hood, and a streak of color, hair- pink.
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Right then, I honestly don't know where this story is going either so cut me some slack. Plus, this is just a preface so it's nice and short. We'll start at the beginning…. next time.