hey lookie here! It turns out im not dead after all. And here i am starting a new story without finishing my other ones. Eh, well i promise to finish this one :) Any comment and helpful criticism or question are wonderful. So uh yep.
Disclaimer; Well obviously I dont own this story, It belongs to that guy whos name I cant remeber of the top of my head.
25 Years Ago-
Tears trickled down the little girls face as she gazed over her mothers grave.
"I'm sorry mama, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," The little girl whispered. Her mothers last words echoed in her head.
Flashback-
A woman lay bleeding in the smoking remains of a small house. A little girl lay crying on her chest. The woman took a shuddering breath and spoke
"Riku, you must hide yourself. One day he will come back for you and you cant let him find you. Hide yourself and dont make the same mistake I did. Do not trust so easily. I love you darling, remember mommy will always love you, alright?"
The woman opened her mouth to say more but alas her wounds were so great, she did not have the strength to live, let alone give advice to her little daughter. The darkness beckoned to her, and she sadly answered its call. Slowly the light faded from the woman's eyes and the small girls anguished screams echoed through the silence.
End Flashback
Riku stared down at her mothers grave and steeled herself. No one would hurt her ever again. No one would hurt her loved ones ever again. All she had to do was become the strongest ninja in the nation. She vowed to one day kill the man that had hurt them. Riku sat down on her mothers grave and drifted up to sleep, dreaming a dream full of bloodshed and evil as a dark voice in the back of her mind laughed quietly. "Excellent."
Time Skip- 8 Years
The lord Mizukage sat at his desk pondering the current situation. It was all such a mess. One of the Seven Swordsmen, Jinin Akebino the wielder of Kabutowari the helmet splitter, had defected and gone quite mad. Rumors had been circulating that Jinin had destroyed the sword than killed himself so no one would be able to wield the sword after him.
Yagura, of course, sent out a squad to investigate these claims and apparently they were true. Kabutowari was completely destroyed and Jinin was dead. That was annoying as it was but the other problem was now there were only six swordsmen and six swords, which was all find and dandy except that they were the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, not the six.
And the new recruit needed a sword and he needed one of the seven swords especially forged for the swordsmen. Yagura sighed and rubbed his temples trying to ward away the headache he felt coming on. Someone knocked on the door and he immediately knew it could only be one person. Without bothering to wait for an invitation the nineteen year old wielder of Samehada walked into his office. He walked up to the edge of Yagura's desk and stopped.
"So wheres the kid?" Kisame Hoshigaki asked in a slightly bored tone. Of course Kisame was always bored unless he was destroying something with Samehada. Yagura collected himself and sat up with a sigh.
"He is waiting in another room while I get everything sorted out."
"Can I see the file?" Kisame asked.
Yagura, nodded and rummaged around in his desk before pulling out a very thin manilla folder and handing it to Kisame. Kisame looked at the measly file before him in disbelief.
"Is that all there is?"
"Yep this is it." Yagura said leaning back in his chair. Kisame quickly scanned the files contents before slapping it down on the desk.
"So this one has what it takes to become a swordsman?" He asked with a grin.
"That is what the instructors say. But that isn't the problem. The problem is we have no sword." Yagura sighed. This was all so annoying.
"Pardon me Lord Mizukage, but there is another sword that might be of the standards you seek." A voice squeaked from the corner of the room. Both men turned to look at a small woman cowering in the corner of the room.
"Who might you be and what are you talking about?" Yagura said in a buissness like voice. The woman stepped forward a few steps and clutched her papers even closer to her chest.
"I am your secretary, Mira, and the sword I speak of is the Koriryu, My Lord."
Kisame looked at Yagura with suprise. "I didn't know you had a secretary."
Yagura faintly remembered meeting the woman a while ago but he had completely forgot about her very existence very soon after their meeting.
"I almost forgot I had one." he muttered. "Can you show me this sword?" he asked the quivering secretary.
She nodded and motioned for them to follow. Yagura stood up and walked after the woman. Surprisingly she was heading towards the grand vault in the bowls of the building. Mira stopped in front of a giant steel safe. She quickly typed in a security code and made a few hand symbols before the grabbing the handle of the safe and pulling. The giant door opened with a loud creak.
Mira was already walking through the neatly organized shelves full of the oddest things that were deemed important to Kiri. Yagura faintly remembered that the vault had been a complete mess the last he had been down here. Maybe this was were his secretary had been hiding, organizing the vault. Mira obviously knew exactly were she was going as she turned a few times before heading down a hallway and through a few shelves before stopping in front of a shelf and reaching up to remove a long thin box. She turned back to the two men and held out the box.
Yagura took the box and opened it. Inside the box was a long, glittering katana that had a strange sheen, almost as if it was covered in a layer of something, something like ice. The temperature had noticeably dropped when the sword had been revealed. Mira wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to warm herself as the two men studied the sword. The Mizukage looked up from the sword to look at her.
"Why do you think this sword is an adequate replacement for Kabutowari?"
"Because this sword was made by the same man who made the rest of the swords that the swordsmen are currently using." She said.
"What? But I thought there were only seven?" Kisame asked dumbfounded.
"Well the man who made this sword had the oddest obsession with symmetry so he could not bring himself to only make seven. Instead he made eight, and presented the eighth to the first Mizukage. So I thought since it was made by the same guy, it would work." Mira said before standing and looking at the two men nervously.
The man called Kisame may have been younger than her but his shark-like appearance was quite unsettling. Especially when said shark man had a chakra eating blade resting on his back. He was the thing of children's nightmares and she was sure she was going to have an unpleasant dreams tonight after this long day. The Mizukage looked over the blade before handing the case to Kisame studied the blade for a moment before nodding.
"Yep this will do."
Mira let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Yagura looked grateful that this whole ordeal was over.
"Alright, it's time to hand over the kid to you Kisame. He has been waiting long enough."
Kisame nodded and the trio trekked back up to the the office. Mira quickly left to fetch the child as Kisame and Yagura settled themselves in his office. A soft knock on the door alerted them of Mira's return.
"Come in," Yagura said in his buisness voice.
Mira opened the door and stepped inside with a small boy trailing behind her. Yagura looked at the boy with new intrest. The boy had a familar aura, the one he had seen around himself. This was very intersting. The boy was a bit shorter and slender than expected of a twelve year old boy, with long white hair tied back in a low ponytail. A forehead protector rested over his unruly bangs. He wore a simple pair of dark blue ninja pants with the standard sandals and leg warmers of Kiri. On his upper body he wore a black t-shirt under a black vest, with long sleeve fishnet, arm warmers and a pair of black gloves. Kisame was a little shocked that such a seemingly small boy could hold enough power to become a swordsman, but he had learned a long time ago not to judge a book by its cover.
"What is your name kid?" Kisame asked, even though he already knew. The boy answered in a icy tone that had a sort of dead quality to it.
"My name is Roku."
Kisame assumed that the odd tone was due to the fact that 48 hours ago he had killed quite a few of his good friends. "My name is Kisame Hoshigaki of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist."
"I know who you are." Roku replied.
"Alright then lets get this show on the road." Kisame said standing up and rummaging in one of his pockets before pulling out a scroll. "This is a binding contract binding you to Kiri and The swordsmen before all else and blah blah blah. Sign at the bottom in the usual way."
Roku nodded before biting his thumb and writing his name the scroll. None of the adults present noticed as he smeared the o a small bit so it looked like an I. Inwardly he smiled to himself. After his signature dried Kisame rolled up the scroll and placed it on the Mizukages desk. He grabbed the box containing Koriryu and opened it pulling out the sword.
He offered it hilt first to Roku, who was showing the first flicker of emotion from the boy. A look of wonder appeared on the boys face as he held the sword. "This is your new partner Koriryu. From now on this sword never leaves your side. You sleep with it, eat with it, and shower with it. This sword is going to be your best friend for as long as you live."
Roku nodded, staring at the cold piece of metal in his hand. A bittersweet thought flashed through his least this friend of sorts wouldnt argue with him, or lie to him. The steel was a perfect friend in a way that a human never could be. Kisame began to walk towards the door. Roku noticed and started to follow slipping Koriryu through his belt before he realized that the sword touched the ground. Mentally cursing his short stature he wondered how he would carry the sword.
"Here," The Mizukage said handing him a long sash-like thing that had a sheath hidden in the fabric that looked like it would fit Koriryu perfectly. He nodded his thanks to the Mizukage before slipping the sword in the sheath.
Noticing that Kisame was long gone, he quickly ran after Kisame who was still walking away down the hall. A feeling of excitement bubbled in his chest. He was going to be a Ninja Swordsman of the Mist. One of the most powerful people in the village. A small smile slipped onto his face. This was gonna be fun.
Tell me what you think. R&R people! Can anyone guess what Yagura sensed about Roku? ;)