Hey guys, hope you like my story, the beginning is a bit slow but i swear it gets better, and a little surprise happens later on ;D Enjoy


Unusual Forbidden Jutsu

The room was darker then expected, almost like it was an endless void, but looking beyond the feared darkness there was a merciful small flicker of light. An almost burned out candle. The candle may have been the only sympathetic matter in the room; it caused the dark flickering shadows to become agitated as the fought with the dimming light for dominance. The blaze was suddenly illuminating a withered face, with crimson blood shot eyes which would seem to burn into anything that it touched, almost like the byakugan, and a mouth which had several holes drilled into the lips with a quiet thick piece of black thread running through it, sewing it together only leaving a slight parting for breathing and possibly talking. Thin, gray strands of hair tumbled into view, dangling over the small candle flame as if taunting it for its diminutive size. A small grunting sound echoed though the room, and the doll looking lips began to move, ever so slowly up and down as if trying to speak. Eventually the deformed words began to tumble out on their own occurred.

"I-wondered," a insanely long pause made it seem as though it was the end of the sentence but a dragged out finish carried on as though the pause hadn't been minuets long, "who-would-dare-to-" The blood shot eyes dilated violently as they studied something in the gloom, "wake-me-from-my-slumber."

"Electra. How lovely it is to see you again," a male voice slurred in a lazy tone. The ancient woman's mouth tried to form a circular position but the tugging by the thread caused her skin to rip and tear as easily as paper, and blood began to form at the bottom lip, but just as it began to form the wound healed in a low cold violet light.

"How-did-you-find," she paused once again, "-me?" A withered hand rose gripping a small scroll and brought it to her chin. Her lips began to move once again but no words left her throat, only slight grunts and hisses' were understandable, but these were urgent and quick unlike her slow speech.

"Now, now Electra. There's no need for incantations. I came here as a friend to ask a favour." The old woman's eyes narrowed making the crimson red flash brightly as a warning of sorts. "You have my word that I will not lay a single hand on your withered form… Happy?" A tall figure stepped out of the shadows but no real detail was revealed by the dim light. His hands were by his sides, lazily flexing his fingers showing he had nothing in his hands. Electra's lips stilled at the small movements', as if almost reassured. The scroll was lowered onto the wooden table which just seemed to appear by itself.

"What-is-your-" Electra breathed in rapidly as though forcing her lungs to take in oxygen, "request?" The man's finger movements stilled.

"I'm glad you're cooperating willingly, Electra. It'll be just like old times. I came here to ask you to perform one of your special Jutsu." Electra leaned backwards comfortable about the way the conversation was going. The forbidden Jutsu were her speciality.

"Who-is-your-victim?" Her voice, though now level, couldn't hide her excitement to finally get back to what she was good at. Though her slumber was necessary she couldn't express how dull being suspended was. An almost childish laugh rumbled through the male figure. He stepped forwards, willingly giving his features away to the dulled radiance of the candle, which was now at its bitter end. A dark clock fluttered with the man's movements, swishing back to hug at his muscular form, with blood red clouds covered certain areas. His dark hair was in a short shaggy style, but the most striking thing was the mask. The orange spiral which decorated the face, but the mask only had one eye hole, the right. The eye was a strange colour, like a fresh blood shade with three unique dark inky elaborate comma marks in an upside down triangle shape. Though you couldn't see the rest of the man's face his eye flashed an unmistakeable knowing emotion passionate insolence.

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"Naruto!" A young girl shouted irritated. Frustrated bagging caused the walls of the apartment to tremble violently. A confused groan muffled by a pillow began to shake as violently as the wall. A young boy, with a lean muscular body flopped onto the floor with a thud, face planting the floor. The boy looked up at the vibrating wall and the small bedside draws. A picture of a man, around in his twenties, was smiling though you could only tell by his right eye as the other was covered by a head band and his mouth covered by a mask. The man was gripping two boys by the head and leaning over a little grinning girl with long pink hair. The boys on either side were either glaring at the person taking the picture or glaring at the other boy. Team 7. The wooden picture frame was jumping about on the flat surface, almost performing. The boy on the floors shoulders slumped for a second before they were set with a strong determination.

He got up to see to the visitor who was still going berserk on the door. He stumbled up to look through the peep hole but as his face neared the door the whole thing came to meet his face head on, flinging him back onto his back with the door crushing him into the floor like a bug. A foot was placed onto the door by the visitor, but the boy's breath was taking away by the fall that he couldn't shout out in pain. The visitor walked onto the middle of the door where the boy's stomach and lungs were.

"Naruto! Hurry up, or we're leaving you behind!" When no reply came from the boy the female voice softened slightly with confusion. When ever she called he would always at least shout out to her or something. "Naruto?" The boy under the door eventually had pulled in enough air into his crushed lungs to give a loud enough groan of pain that the weight of the girl suddenly vanished and the door along with it.

"There you are. Why didn't you answer?" Naruto, still trying to breath through his knocked lungs, gazed up at a girl with short pink hair and light green eyes.

"Sa-k-ura," he wheezed. Sakura's eyes sparkled with hidden laughter. Even if they were going to be late she couldn't help but find Naruto's position funny.

"Come on. It was your fault you got in the way of the door," she held down her hand which Naruto gratefully took, though he would have been even more grateful if she hadn't crushed him with the door in the first place, but he'd grew up a little so he knew not to say that thought out loud. He knew all too well what Sakura would do. Naruto stumbled onto his feet and looked at the hole where his door used to be. There was a small strip of wood swinging in the light breeze, the edges of the wood splinted. Though Sakura had been scrawny three years ago, she had more strength now than anyone he knew, except Grandma Tsunade of cause.

"You know if you could try not to break things when you come over here I'd really appreciate it, I'm going to become broke replacing my door every day or so," Naruto remarked, wiping dust and sleep from his electric blue eyes.

"I will once you get your butt in gear and get to the meeting places on time," Sakura knew that would be the day but didn't voice it. They were already late and starting an argument would take up valuable time. "Come on!" Sakura grabbed at the arm Naruto was using to clean out his eyes and began to drag him out of his ruined doorway. Naruto turning slightly red stayed silent and allowed Sakura to pull him out into the hall.


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