A Dance of Death

The shinobi was very confident, maybe even a little too confident. Sneaking into an enemies home, the Uchiha compound to be exact, was a very gutsy move. The skill required for the job would have to be great, and the risk: astronomical. If caught, death was a definite. If not, the intel gained would be priceless.

The shinobi was stealthy and graceful, running soundless throughout the halls of one of the most feared clans in the world. Their mask concealing their face, and their body clothed in all black, great for hiding in the shadows as maids, noble women and children passed. The ninja was quite agile, swinging onto a doorway to hid from a small child-with precise chakra control-clinging to the ceiling and wall.

But, they were perhaps not stealthy enough. Madara was a very intelligent man, and with swift movements, the intruder was pinned against the wall.

He scowled as he ripped the mask off, causing long scarlet curls to cascade down in a firey waterfall. Her vivid green eyes almost held a smirk as Madara glared at her-his exterior showing a slight shock.

"Female shinobi are useless." His deep voice rumbled. The women smirked, her body emitting into a steamy smoke.

"Kunoichi would be the correct term, Uchiha." She smirked appearing behind him, Madara frowned-noticing too late that the smoke was tainted-his muscles felt like water and his left side started to go numb.

"Kunoichi are useless." His voice sounded behind her, she smiled gracefully dodging his attack.

"Well, you haven't met me." She laughed, sending quick jabs his way. Both their shadow clones disappearing and filling the hallway with smoke, making concealment and the element of surprise arise.

"Aiming for pressure points, even the ones that only someone with the knowledge of the entire human body should know of-you're a medic." He quickly analyzed, the women smiled cheeky, "You betcha!" As she flipped over him, her hands glowing a deadly green.

"To be able to use a life saving jutsu to take life away, I take it you're a master." He figured again, making the woman's smirk resurface.

"A lovely dance we have going on, don't we?" She laughed, her humor dark as their kunai's clashed. Even Madara smirked, using more force. The two attacked and dodged each other, performing a dance of death.

"I've always imagined you differently I must say." The women declared, sticking to the ceiling to avoid his fire-ball jutsu. "I've heard that you're a battle crazy nut and what not, and enjoy killing. But seriously, this is boring." She said disappointed, jumping down punching the ground, causing it collapse under him.

He jumped backwards to safety, a large distance now spreading the two, "Dark, handsome, boy do the girls really obsess over you, Madara, you wouldn't belief." She continued forming multiple hand signs. "I hate to end our little dancing date, but I must go!" She waved good-bye, her body disappearing in a cloud of smoke. The entire hallway was in ruins; wallpaper burnt off, holes in the walls, the entire floor completely gone-no, it was beyond ruined-destroyed.

Madara frowned, as he continued his walk threw the garden, he really did hate those female ninjas