Chapter 1: Prologue
She yawned.
"What a boring day." Mumbling, she stretched, hands reaching the sky. She smiled a bit in comfort, the city looming over the horizon with the busy streets underneath.
She could always think clearly on rooftops.
She walked back to her purple bag, her strides slow and lazy. 7:45 said the time on her Samsung galaxy mini. It was a worn out thing, but a long companion. While musing about whether she should head to school yet, she slid her phone open, scrolling through it with a lazy finger, but a watchful eye.
'No messages, and no calls.' She sighed, dropping it carelessly back into the depths of her books and notes, the filled up hole which was known as her bag. 'Like always.' She stood up again, just staring at the world around her, as a particular building across caught her eye; and she stared at a gruesome sight floors below, clear through the large glass windows...
There were 3 of them- each in black cloaks or dark clothes. They took turns hitting, kicking and beating the shivering man on the floor senseless. They didn't stop -not once- and there was so much blood pouring out and dear God, they must have broken his jaw by now.
The scene made her ill, but for reasons beyond her, she couldn't look away.
Perhaps only a few minutes have passed, but it felt like an eternity, and it was a surprise when they had finally stopped and backed away. The middle man, the ring leader perhaps, had turned his back to the shivering, helpless mess of a broken man on the floor. It gave her a better view of his face.
His eyes were closed, but his lips were moving. She had no idea what he was saying; but it seemed to be good news as the man on the floor relaxed and started nodding in gratitude. He looked just about ready to explode into something extremely sad and pathetic.
His lips stopped, and she saw purple. She figured it was a trick of the light, for it was rare for men to have such violet eyes...
Time seemed to freeze for a moment as his hand reached for his pocket, slow in movement on purpose... The air itself seemed to sigh with relief as he popped a cigarette in his mouth. His other arm was reaching for a lighter: would they spare the man? Her mind fumbled through such thoughts and scenarios. Or would they-
It happened in mere seconds and she didn't know who was more shocked. Her or the now dead man on the floor, a pool of blood forming around him the second his body slumped on the ground. The culprit had already stashed the weapon back in the safety of his pocket, but just because she didn't hear the gunshot, didn't make it any less real.
The cigarette remained in his mouth, unlit, as it rolled from corner to corner. His eyes were hard and his stance didn't indicate any form of mercy or regret. With the flick of a wrist, a signal, one of his lackeys came to his side instantly, and together they lifted the body, dragging it away somewhere deeper in the room. The blood was still there though- like a clear sign of sorrow among the polished, wooden floor, it itched her eyes whenever she glanced at it.
She was now staring at the head of a blonde, the only person left in her field of vision. He was leaning on the glass, his hands doing something she couldn't quite decipher. Then, he turned around and looked outside. His eyes were as blue as the sky, and his complexion begged her to question of his origin. There were not any fare like that around here.
He moved his position- and looked up.
His eyes squinted as he stared at the sun.
No... Not the sun.
'Fuck' The thought echoed in her mind like a bell, and with a start, she realized he was staring straight at her. And not in a good way either.
Tenten cursed and ran.
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'Well, that was interesting.' He mused, his hands rolling the cigarette automatically, as his eyes squinted upwards, staring at the same spot. He fumbled for the match, and the familiar inhale of tobacco was a sort of refreshment admit the fresh stench of blood. His hands were wet with it, reminding him of what he'd done and the pain he caused- but that was fine. Nothing some tobacco and sleep won't heal.
He hadn't seen much. He had barely glimpsed at the form before it bolted, and even then the sun was in his eye. But he had seen a human form, a girl and pigtails. More importantly, he had seen a witness. And since manikins couldn't run, she was definitely the witness.
"~Fucking perfect~" He hummed and whistled to himself; P!nk's song was really fitting for the situation. It's not like their line of work excluded witnesses. No; but upon noticing one, there was usually a face or a name attached to it. All he had was a shape of an average broad, pigtails and lots of guessing.
He stood there for a little while, smoking and staring at the streets below. If he would jump out right now... For how long would he be granted the feeling of sailing through the air as light as a feather, before falling to his certain death? Probably not even a glorious second of such an empowering moment.
"Yo, Hand-man." He turned at the sound of his name, and stared at the irritated, serious face of his partner. "We gotta go, moron. The janitor's coming any minute now to clean up." He reminded, eyes narrowed at the blonde. Said blonde inhaled his tobacco one last time before discarding it, eyes staring upwards again, his eyes mimicking the color of sky above.
"Tell the boss..." He stated, throat sore. "There's a snitch on the loose."
A/N: I just had to get this out of my mind- Don't ask me where I got the idea I just did. Its short but I like how it came out. At first, Sakura was supposed to be the main role- but, despite Kishi's lack of portraying her right in the manga as a main character, Sakura isn't even average in appearance. Hinata was overused and Ino was overpriced.
Tenten was actually my first, and final, choice. She doesn't even have much of a role as a supporting character, and many would view her more of an extra than anything else. Heck, her main function is the supposed love interest of Neji or vice-versa. But I doubt that, seeing as the only one that cried so hard after his death was Lee and that's stretching it far too.
I guess it's easiest to manipulate with her, looking at her lack of... Well, actually being a character. Not a model with a face.
I doubt this story has much of a future considering this was written to pass the time. But I like the intro, since I've wasted a good amount of paper on it with rewriting and such. It sure as hell is a challenge...
Ah, screw it- let the games begin!