After so long, it had finally happened.
After years of plotting, pulling through the torture and letting go of emotion.
Kagura was finally free from being an experiment for Orochimaru. Her blood-slick blade arm pulled out of the last guard. She stared at the blood-soaked metal limb as it changed back to her normal hand. Such a strange Kekkei Genkai she had; no wonder she was kidnapped all those years ago. She opened the door where extra clothes were held. She slipped on a shirt that split at the torso and closed back up just under the ribs; showing her pale, flat stomach. Black knee-length pants followed as did ninja shoes that went up to her knees, the pant hem tucked in. The collar went up to the middle of her throat and the sleeves longer than her arms, covering her hands.
Kagura took a kunai in one hand and her long, out-grown white hair in the other. In one slice, the hair was on the floor. She continued cutting until was short and choppy; the way she liked it. The kunai dropped and she walked briskly out of the bloody hideout, the coat tails of her top blowing being her as she sped through the shadows of the trees of night. The light of the full moon being her only guide. The taste of the cold, night air felt like her nirvana. Utter bliss. The chill coursing through her, goosebumps crawling across her skin. She savored this feeling. This feeling of freedom she had been so deprived of. She might be searched after others discover her trail. She will hide; make a new living to keep her freedom from slipping from her again.
Her stomach growled, knowing full well the now free woman could eat her fill. Kagura stopped on a branch, setting a chilled hand on her empty stomach. She had gotten a hold on some money from those guards and from the prisoner's belonging room. She had plenty of money to keep her full for a while. Best to find a town and keep a low profile.
With some of the money, Kagura had bought a cloak to both keep her warm and to make a quick disguise if the time comes. She pulled it closer to her person, looking side to side in the small traveler's town she had come upon. So many things to eat but she must be careful with her money. She had to make it last for a while. A small tea shop caught her amber eyes. The prices were cheap and she could smell fresh Gyoza and rice. She walked inside, a waitress leading her to a table in the back corner. The waitress smiled, somewhat annoying to Kagura but ignored it.
"What can I get you, miss?" She asked kindly and almost sickengly too sweet to her liking.
"Green tea, gyoza and rice…" The waitress shivered at the cold, yet smooth emotionless tone the young woman used on her. She nodded and skittered off to get her order in. Kagura's tea came first since the gyoza and rice would take time. The tea was so warm, so bitter but savory. Such bliss in a small cup that she could only sigh on contempt. That is until two customers entered the restaurant.
"Oi, why the fuck are we coming here!" One yelled non-too quietly, "I want Yakisoba, you bastard!"
"Hidan, shut up; you're making a seen." The voice of the other, deep and mature made her look over slightly. Another waitress was shaking in fear from the pair's aura. One had slicked-back silver hair and deep purple eyes and pale skin. He had a pendant hanging at his neck as well as a headband with a slash through it. The other had a mask and a head cover but his eyes were such a strange but eye catching green. His head band also had a slash through it; but what caught her eye the most were their cloaks. Black with blood red clouds. Kagura's eyes trailed two till they were seated at a table right behind her. She pretended to just sip her tea while she ignored the two silently arguing. The cloaks they wore were ominous to her as well as the air they carried. They seemed very strong from what she could tell. She was almost so lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice her food was set in front of her. She nodded in thanks as the waitress scurried off again. She silently ate her food, keeping her guard up.
The drunks here were almost as annoying as the waitress' voice. Wobbling around, smelling of cheap alcohol and looks of lust in their clouded eyes. After her meal, she made her way to the washroom, feeling a tad dirty and in need of washing her face. The cold water filled her cupped hands and brought it up to her face and patted it dry with a paper towel. In the mirror, her eyes caught a shadowy, wobbling figure. She stood up straight and glared at the image in the reflective glass as he came closer.
"Hey there, Ojo-chan." He slurred, his breath reeking of liquor. He stabled himself on the counter, his dirty green eyes looking over her.
"Disgusting…" She muttered, her cold gaze directed at him. She turned to the door, ignoring his attempts to flirt in his state until one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders and the other around her waist, his fingers inching their way to her pants. She growled, her hands turning cold and growing longer and sharper in her sleeves. This was his own death wish…
"Oi, Kakuzu, are we heading back to base after this?" Hidan pestered the miser halfway through their meal. The miser thought for a moment until a large crash and a scream erupted. Both looked over to where a drunk had been thrown and crashing into a table. His eyes caught a figure walking out to where he had been thrown. A young woman with a look of annoyance and disgust on her face.
Kagura turned on her heel to the door, only stopping at her table to leave the money for her meal and left. It would be wise to leave this town immediately after that. Her foot steps were brisk, ignoring anything but her destination to get away. However, the feeling of being followed crept upon her. She made a 'tch' noise, knowing full well it was that drunkard's friends but these people were very much sober. Three came out from in between the Yakitori and Soba shop as the rest were behind her. Altogether, there were eight ganging up on her. How pathetic and cheap this plan was.
One yelled to the others, saying I was just a ninja and to not hold back. The town's people kept their distance from this gathering. Her Kekkei Genkai activated, long blades replaced her hands, seeming as if she had hidden weapons in her sleeves instead of them being a part of her. They all charged at once. She swung around, the blade slashing a throat and the fight commenced. She jumped and kicked one in the throat, using his body as a cushion as she landed on his gut and stabbed another through the rib cage, swinging the corpse to knock out one of the others.
Kagura's single blade hands changed so each finger was a sharp, kunai-like knife. Shredding two more with swift, clean movements, their blood dressing her and flying around her like a gown. She jumped back, stabbing the soft dirt at her feet with her knife digits. The last few standing was pierced through the gut or rib cage by the blade that shot up like plants from the ground at their feet. Her fingers slid from the ground as did the large blades, the bodies falling limp on the ground as her hands went back to normal. The civilians were scared and shocked at the slaughter. There were too many witnesses…she couldn't risk they would pass on the information and have Orochimaru hearing of it. She did several handsigns and a large earth wall surrounded the town and a pillar grew at her feet, keeping her at bird's eye view of the town. Everyone was panicking. More handsigns formed and a flood of thick mud spewed from her mouth, covering every bit of the enclosed town.
"Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu…" Flames erupted, the mud, town and people came ablaze as Kagura stood above it, the light reflecting in her amber eyes. The embers rising like fireflies and the breeze carrying them away as they die off. She jumped from the pillar to the wall and then back down to the edge of the unharmed forest. She pressed the palms of her hands to the solid earth of the wall, closing her eyes in concentration.
"Earth Style: Mass Burial Jutsu…" The walls began to close in with the town and crisp corpses with them, closing off the top as it sunk in to the ground. Half an hour passed and nothing was left but an empty patch of land. She will never leave trace for another to follow. If only she could do the same thing to her memories of being in that horrid place for so long.
"And I had thought your ability was just a myth…" A familiar deep voice said from behind her, causing Kagura to look behind her. It was the pair from the tea house. The silver haired one stood beside him, smirking. He had a large red, three-bladed scythe on his back connected to a cord. Hadn't she made sure that there were no survivors? Her eyes narrowed at the two, the blood from her fight beforehand had dried, leaving her face dirty again.
The silver haired one snickered, "Oi, Kakuzu," He called to the other, "Was she in the Bingo book or something?" He asked, one hand gripping the handle to the weapon on his back. They paid no attention to her, as if she wasn't even standing there and hearing every word. She growled, her hand changing again. As she was about to attack, the masked one appeared behind her and grabbed her changed hand. He left the sleeve fall down to her elbow as he brought it up to examine; showing the joining of her change and her arm. The other whistled, somewhat amused. How did she not see him move? These two…were not to be underestimated.
"Leader-sama will want to see this." The one known as Kakuzu said. She whipped her head around to glare but her world went black and her body went limp in the arms of the red cloud pair.