Red Moon Assassin
By: Gardie
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and related things. I just enjoy it and write fan fiction.
AN: This is an AU. The world is similar to the Naruto world but isn't. The characters look the same as normal but might have different jobs, e.g. Iruka could be a street sweeper. Also Kyuubi and Shukaku don't exist, but Gaara can still use sand. I will also call Kimimaro Kimi because it is shorter and actually sounds better.
Chapter 1It was a silent night in Luho, a very large city. On the outskirts of the city were the large mansions and estates of the very rich. Most of them had ninja guards patrolling them, except for one. This one belonged to Jiroubou. There were guards in his garden except that they had been crushed to death and were now only bloody heaps on the ground. High in a tree you could see the silhouette of a person crouched on a branch. That person had white hair that was uneven with a zigzagging path, pale skin, cold eyes and was dressed in light clothing. He didn't appear to have any weapons on him. Around his left wrist was a band of sand that he was staring at intently. Slowly the sand separated into individual grains and gently rolled off his skin. He was Kimimaro, the number one assassin of Red Moon.
Kimi sprinted across the abandoned garden, his body low and his arms trailing behind him. When he reached the door leading inside the mansion he stopped next to a figure standing there. This person had blue-green eyes, red hair, red clothes, a large gourd on his back, and a tattoo on his forehead with the kanji for love. He was Gaara, Kimimaro's partner and the second best assassin.
"The garden's clear," said Gaara quietly, and with no emotion, "Your job is the inside."
Kimi nodded silently, opened the sliding door and walked into the house, Gaara followed behind.
The inside of the mansion was well-lit and furnished with expensive furniture and fittings. Kimi and Gaara ignored it all and walked straight down the passage. When they got to end there was a T-junction and they both stopped.
"Look which way we have to go," said 'Kimi.
Gaara nodded and put two fingers on one of his eyes. In his other hand he brought a bunch of sand together and formed a ball.
"Optic nerves connected. Third eye, opened."
Gaara could now see out of the ball of sand that he had made to resemble an eye. Following is commands the sand eye began floating down the corridor, breaking up and passing through cracks and locks before reforming and seeing what was in the room.
While Gaara looked for Jiroubou two ninja strolled down the corridor until they saw Gaara and Kimi, at which point they readied themselves for a fight.
"Who're you?" asked one.
"I'll take them," muttered Kimi.
Each ninja took out a shuriken and threw them. A wall of sand wrapped around Gaara and prevented the shuriken from hitting him. Kimi just and lent his head to the side, the shuriken span pat and just missed his hair. Kimi then sprinted towards the two surprised nin. As he got closer a long bone grew out of the palm of each of his hands. The growing, ivory-coloured bone made an odd sound as it formed and was flecked with dry blood. (AN: The manga pictures of Kimi are better than the anime. In the anime when his bones came out there was only that liquid, in the manga there were these bits of skin and blood and stuff) Kimi stabbed both ninja at once, before they could re-act. His strengthened bones easily tearing a hole in their chests. When Kimi pulled his bones out of the men they collapsed silently on the floor. Blood flowing freely out of their wounds and pooling around them.
"He's not that side," stated Gaara as he began walking down the other path.
Kimi looked in the direction Gaara had sent the eye then stepped over the dead nins and walked with Gaara.
After wandering through most of the house, easily killing all their opponents they reached the large, wooden, double-doors leading to the main bedroom. Kimi and Gaara each took hold of one of the handles and opened the door. Once inside Gaara covered all the exits with sand. Kimi turned the lights on and looked around the room. There was a deep red carpet, maroon wallpaper and large chandelier hanging on the roof. Woken by the lights Jiroubou rose from under the thick covers on his four-poster-bed.
"What's going on? Who are you?" asked Jiroubou.
"You are Jiroubou?" asked Gaara.
"So what?"
"Your workers have complained about your treatment of them," explained Kimi, "We have been hired to kill you."
Jiroubou first looked shocked then laughed.
"I'm not going to just roll over and die."
Kimi just shrugged and eased the folds of his top off his shoulders. Jiroubou was fat, had orange hair and was wearing cream pyjamas and a multitude of gold rings. He let out a yell and charged at Gaara with surprising speed, brought his arm back and launched a punch at Gaara's face. Gaara didn't even flinch as the sand rushed between his face and Jiroubou's fist, taking the force of the punch.
"You can't hurt me like that," said Gaara, "The sand will protect me."
"I'm your opponent," declared Kimi.
Jiroubou turned and faced Kimi.
"Fine, I'll kill you first. You aren't the only assassins ever sent after me."
Jiroubou then sent a punch after Kimi, who backflipped out of the way.
"Just the last," replied Kimi, "Hessendan!"
White bones appeared at the tips of Kimi's fingers and shot toward Jiroubou. Jiroubou wasn't expecting that and cried out as the bones sunk into his flesh, their impact accompanied by squirts of blood.
"Aaaah! What was that?" yelled Jiroubou.
"My ability is manipulating bones," answered Kimi, "By controlling how my body uses calcium I can harden, create or even shoot bones."
"That still won't stop this. Mega-straight-arm punch!"
Jiroubou's fist glowed and he thrust it at Kimi's face. Four bones burst out the top of Kimi's chest, extended in front of his face, and blocked the punch.
"No way," gasped Jiroubou, "That punch should have taken your head off!"
"It still isn't strong enough to break my bones."
With a crackling sound bones grew out Kimi's arm and extended a bit beyond his clenched fist. Kimi now went on the attack, punching at Jiroubou, forcing him back. When Kimi had Jiroubou right where he wanted he leapt back, pulled a bone out his ribs, and threw it like a kunai. It spun at Jiroubou and buried itself in his chest. Jiroubou's eyes widened and he coughed up some dark blood. The bone had pierced his heart.
"You see," said Kimi, "We can't be beaten."
He then pulled out a second bone and threw it up. It cut the wires holding the chandelier up and the heavy crystal light fixture fell on Jiroubou's head with a crash. Shards of glass breaking off and cutting thin but deep lines in his flesh. Small lights on the walls cast a dim light on the mutilated carcass of the evil businessman. Gaara's sand left the wall and flowed back into his gourd. In silence the two assassins walked out the room and went home.