DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO
Daisuke glanced over at his sensei before turning his gaze back out of the window he sat close to. It'd been two days since team thirteen had snuck into the small farming village several miles out of Kusagakure. Two whole days just sitting in a room the size of a damn shoe-box waiting out a contingent of Earth country samurai who Daisuke was beginning to think weren't even going to show. He was really regretting daydreaming during their mission briefing instead paying attention.
Despite being an excellent shinobi, Nekomata Daisuke was known for having a terrible attention span. It had gotten him in a bind on more than one occasion. Wearing a standard issue chuunin vest with black fatigues, Daisuke was easily identifiable as a Konoha shinobi. His shoulder length black hair was tied up in a bun towards the back of his head so it wouldn't get in the way of his emerald green eyes during battle. Several belts hung loosely around his hips with a kunai holster on each. A ANBU grade katana was threaded through the belts and hung at a angle on his lower back. His forehead protector hung loosely from his neck.
"Sensei, do you mind explaining what we are doing here one more time?" Daisuke asked carefully. The man who sat at the table in the middle of the room grunted but didn't look up from the scroll he was reading. Daisuke's teammates both looked up from what they were doing to see what their sensei had to say. Or if he had anything to say at all. Uchiha Sasuke was many things but talkative wasn't among that list. "Daisuke.. How many times do I have to tell you? If you aren't going to pay attention during our briefings; why even show up?" Sasuke asked coldly while placing his scroll down on the table and folding his arms across his chest.
The last surviving member of the Uchiha clan had the appearance of the ideal shinobi. Standing six feet tall with a athletic build Sasuke wore the standard uniform of a Konoha jounin. Navy blue fatigues with the standard issue green flakvest, white bandages were wrapped around his shins and forearms. He wore his forehead protector above his brow to keep his wild black hair from getting in his eyes. The man eyed his student with his usual emotionless expression and drummed his fingers on the wooden surface of the table for several seconds before speaking again.
"Recent intel suggests that daimyo of Earth country has been trying to gain an audience with the leader of Kusagakure." Daisuke noticed that the blond boy in the corner, Aburame Shinji, was giving Sasuke his full attention now. "Securing grass country support would take buffer between earth and fire completely away and leave our border open to attack." explained the dark jounin.
Daisuke ran his hand through his long black hair and gave a loud sigh. "But if Kusa officials are actually holding sanctions with the Iwa bastards that means the alliance between grass and fire could very well be broken." He stated while fingering the hilt of his katana nervously. Shinji chose this moment to speak up. "It doesn't necessarily mean they are acting against us or at least not willingly. When Kumo disbanded Kusa's shinobi forces three years ago it left grass county in a very weak state which is why they so eagerly took our treaty and protection. But if the earth daimyo is threatening to raze this place to ground if they don't meet I can't really blame them for allowing it." He chuckled darkly. "A empire can be quite intimidating."
Shinji, the black sheep of the Aburame clan, was the bastard son of one of the Aburame's most accomplished shinobi. The man, Daisuke could never remember the guy's name, had hooked up with some woman from the Yamanaka clan out of wedlock. Hence the reason he was the only one of his clan running around with head full of blonde hair. Short platinum blonde hair and a extremely pale complexion gave the chuunin a ghost-like appearance. He wore a sleeveless forest green cloak that reached his knees with black pants and sandals. His bare chest was visible where the buttons were unclasped midway up and his forehead protector was tied around his right bicep. The scowl Shinji wore the majority of the time rivaled that of their sensei's.
The last member of team thirteen sat the scroll she had been practicing seal matrices in back in her pack and locked eyes with Daisuke. There had been a couple of times that he had caught himself staring into those pale eyes for a bit too long and would try to play it off hoping no one had noticed. Hyuuga Isaribi had the look of a traditional member of her clan with the pale complexion and black hair which she wore in a short ponytail and allowed her bangs to frame her face. She wore a grey hooded sweatshirt and black shorts that stopped midway down her thighs. Several pouches were strapped to her waist. Bandages covered the lower half of her shins down to where her black sandals started. Isa wore her forehead protector in it's traditional spot to hide the caged bird seal that had been placed on her at birth. A vocal point for the hatred for her clan that has festered within her for a very long time.
"You never actually said what we were supposed to do once this group showed up, Sensei." Isaribi said quietly shifting her gaze from Daisuke to Sasuke. The last Uchiha folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in the wooden chair causing it to creak. "You three will eliminate the samurai while I crash their little meeting." Slaughtering the samurai would send a message to Iwa regime; don't fuck with Konoha's property. Daisuke had a feeling this silent war was fixing to get loud.
Shinji inhaled sharply before standing and quickly making his way to the window that Daisuke sat in front of. "Whispers of my allies say that our quarry is a little less than a mile out." While Shinji didn't inherit the ability to use the Yamanaka's signature jutsu he did have a unusually strong telepathic connection with the insects that inhabited his body. "Isaribi." Sasuke ordered and she rushed to the window as well, veins bulging around her activated byakugan.
It only took a moment for her to examine the group and report. "Two officers are riding out front with twenty samurai marching behind them. They will arrive in another ten minutes, Sensei." Sasuke nodded and motioned for his students to join him at the table.
"When the meeting starts deal with the sentries that remain outside the building. Ill take care of those who attend the meeting. Should things turn pear-shaped fall back to the checkpoint we established earlier. Understood?" He watched each of his students nod and promptly disappeared in a swirl of leaves and chakra residue. Shinji wasted no time making his way to the door before turning around and looking at his other teammates with an arched eyebrow, "Shall we?" Daisuke laughed loudly and pushed a grinning Isaribi towards the door.
"Let's get this party started!"
Author's Note:
Hey guys! Sorry for such a short chapter to start things off. I just wanted to see if there be much interest in this fic before I invested a lot of time into it! Should the reception be positive updates will be at least 2500-3000 words. Anyways, this is going to be a AU fic for sure. The next couple of chapters will begin to explain just what's going on. Review pretty please! I enjoy constructive critisism.
-RedMafia