[A/N: New story! I couldn't find any inspiration for my other story, the LEAF Files, so I made a new one! Maahahahahaha! *coughs*]
Disclaimer: I dun own Naruto. Nope, nu-uh, nada.
(Anonymous POV)
"No, no, no, please…" The bent figure crouched on the ground, his face twisted in fear and agony. "Spare me, I beg of you… I have a family…. Children! Please, please, please, stop…" He wore a wrinkled brown suit accompanied by a wrinkled brown tie. His round head was fringed with graying brown hair, leaving a patch of shiny skin visible at its peak. A few feet away lay a—you guessed it—brown leather briefcase. He was, to all appearances and certainly to the random passerby, a struggling but obviously average businessman.
The man pleaded at the feet of a tall, dark shape. A beam of sudden moonlight revealed the shape as another man, whose face was hidden by a mask formed like a hawk. On his body hung a black leather jacket and dark jeans, accompanied by what looked like an empty sword sheath strapped to his long back. Around his waist was a black utility belt to which was attached a small pouch and two very lethal-looking daggers. Unsheathed was a long hand-and-a-half katana that, in traditional Eastern style, had no hilt. As quickly as it had come, the light of the moon disappeared as another cloud passed over its source, canceling any further observation of the shadowy man.
"I'll do whatever you want…" the former continued, wringing his small, pudgy hands helplessly. "Just, please, please, don't hurt me…"
His audience opened his mouth to speak. His voice was low but sang with the strength and beauty of a thousand birds. "Spare me your groveling, Hiraguchi Nuru. All I want is information and you are going to give me it."
Hiraguchi almost collapsed with relief. "Yes, yes, of course," he rambled. "What do you want?"
The masked man shifted ever so slightly, causing the shadows to form a twisted sort of smile on his mask. "You're a smart man, Hiraguchi-san. I'm sure you know all types of things." His eyes, although hidden, seemed to flick towards Hiraguchi's forgotten briefcase. Hiraguchi bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Where is the headquarters of Akatsuki? More importantly, what are the whereabouts of Uchiha Itachi?"
Hiraguchi told him.
When he was finished, his assailant lowered his sword somewhat and sheathed it. Hiraguchi nearly smiled at his liberation. "We won't see each other again, Hiraguchi-san." He frowned and felt a faint sense of apprehension. The man in front of him slowly removed his left glove from his hand and clenched it lightly in the opposite. "You see, I just can't let a nasty little drug dealer like you out on the streets." Hiraguchi's Adam's apple bobbed on his clammy neck. He twitched as a bright blue light began to gather around the man's left hand. From the blinding light came a sound he had never really quite heard before—it was almost like… but no…
"You understand, right?" It was the last thing Hiraguchi heard.
~owari
