Hey guys, I know I probably should finish my other story before I start a new one but … oh well too late now. Anyway hope you like this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Weapons and Roses
Chapter 1
Quiet.
You must be extremely quiet.
The smell of stale air and rusted metal pierced her nose. Slowly, Sakura wriggled forward on her stomach, careful not to bang anything against the sides of the small metal vent she was in. She really only just fit lying flat on her stomach. Inching forward once more, she saw her target.
There!
One more wriggle and she was at the grate. Peering through the slits, she watched and listened for any sign of movement. It came a few seconds later in the form of two guards.
"I don't know why we have to guard this stupid book. It's not like anyone would be able to get this far in anyway.", complained the blond man, dressed in a standard black security uniform with a hand gun in a holder on his side. "It would be so much more fun if we were on one of the outer patrols."
"Hn", grunted his dark haired companion in a deep male voice.
Glancing at her watch quickly, she read 02:59.
Any second now.
Bracing herself between both sides of the vents with her arms she waited.
"Hey Teme-"
The building shook, trembling furiously for a few seconds accompanied by the sound of a large blast. After the tremors stopped the sound of distant shouts and the clash of magick and weapons took their place. The building to shook every once and a while when a powerful spell was released. Sakura calmly retrieved her plain black mask, being sure to adjust it correctly so it would fit under her hood which hid her distinctive pastel pink hair.
"What the hell was that!?", the blond loudmouth called from below her.
"Quiet dobe", snapped the other.
How disappointing, they didn't run towards the explosion and fighting. No matter.
Breaking the seal, she dropped a small, ominous, metal container through the grate. It made a slight plink as it hit the ground, before it rolled a bit. The guards whirled around guns out, safety off.
"Who's there! Show yourself.", yelled the dark haired one, not even a hint of emotion betrayed in his tone.
Patience, patience, Sakura smiled into the darkness. You'll know soon enough.
Slowly the two guards prowled forward, like predators stalking their prey as one. Too bad these predators had been outsmarted.
They reached the small metal tube, directly under the grate. The blond picked it up while his dark haired companion covered him. "What th-"
The dark haired one looked up quickly, just as the blond stared to sway. Dark, onyx eyes pierced through the blackness for an instant.
He couldn't have seen her, right? Hidden in the darkness of the vent she should have been nothing more than a shadow, a phantom in the darkness. But his eyes, those eyes seemed to pierce straight through her soul, baring all her secrets that no one knew. For a moment she could have sworn they flashed red. And then the moment ended.
"Shit." He toppled over to join his friend sprawled ungracefully across the ground.
Sakura let go of a sigh of relief before moving around so she was hunched on her knees. Gently, she eased the grate away and placed it across from her. Then she lowered herself down the hole before letting go. Landing softly on all fours, she straightened and surveyed the area for danger from any other threats. The lights had been shut off, but the back-up generators had kicked in and light up small sections of the now shadowed room and four surrounding passageways.
Clear.
Taking a step towards the bodies, she kicked them both in the legs. No movement, no response, not even a sound was omitted from either.
Good.
Looking at their face she decided both were beautiful in their own way. The blond had a boyish face and a bright, happy aura, if she read it correctly. The dark haired one was more mysterious and reserved if his interaction with his companion was anything to go by. But there was definitely something dangerous about the pair of them. If she had to choose based on looks and first impressions alone, she would pick the dark haired one. He was more of her type than the other.
But those good looks wouldn't save them from their angry superiors after this. Grabbing both of their guns she took them with her.
Turning she walked over to the bluish coloured force field surrounding the book which was being held on a pedestal. After considering it for a few seconds to be sure that all of the other protection mechanisms had been switched off, she slipped straight through it. After all, nothing had ever been able to keep her out. Grabbing the small ancient tome, Sakura stashed it into the inside pocket of her black jacket. In its place she left the two guns. Running back through the force field with ease, she continued on past the two bodies to the furthest unlit hallway on her left.
A small vibration from her watch signalled there was seven minutes to drop out. Still enough time to get what she came for.
Veering off to the side of the hallway, she reached through a door and unlocked it. Stepping through and closing the door behind her, Sakura stalked into the tiny, windowless office and went straight for the ancient desk. She kneeled beside one of the back desk legs, drew a few symbols onto it with a careful finger and held her breath. For a few seconds nothing happened. Then there was a click and a small pendant dropped into her waiting hand.
The pendant was nothing spectacular, a simple dull green pebble with a cord tied around it to form a loop at the top for it to be threaded on to something. Sakura grabbed a piece of thin unbreakable piece of magicked cord she had bought from a goblin market and threaded the pendant on. After she tied it around her neck, she tucked it under her shirt and stood ready to leave.
Suddenly the almost imperceptible sound came from just outside the door.
Shit.
Phasing, she launched herself through the wall on her right just as the door blasted open with a stream if blue fire. Landing hard on her side she quickly righted herself and ran up the stairs of the fire escape.
How fortunate the next room was a fire stairwell.
A mere eight seconds after she had started running up the sound of a second door being blasted open sounded from a few flights below.
Guess the bastards found out their precious book was stolen.
Sending out an undetectable magick messenger she conveyed a message, Enemies have been alerted. On route to drop out point, will attempt to lose them. Be prepared for immediate departure.
A message was returned a second later, Acknowledged.
The sound of something whizzing towards her had her ducking out of the way just as a blue ball of fire and wind scorched the place where her head had just been. Reaching into another pocket of her jacket, she threw a live grenade down the stairs and continued running. The blast shook the stairwell forcing her to her knees.
A tingle on the back of her neck alerted her to an enemy's presence, but she was to slow. Picked up by her neck, she was slammed into wall.
Turns out the two guards from earlier weren't as incompetent as she thought. Nor were they human for that matter, considering their quick recovery from the strong drug they inhaled.
"Give me the book", the blond guard snarled flashing his fangs. His claws dug into the black material of the turtle neck shirt she wore underneath her hooded jacket, nearly piercing her skin. A fox daemon, she gathered as she held onto his wrist with both hands even though she would not be able to overpower him in strength.
"If you give it up now, we will let you go" he continued.
His dark haired companion melted out from the shadows behind him. His eyes were a piercing blood red, obsidian bat like wings adorned his back, fangs pierced his lips and a sword riddled with sparks of lightning was held at his side. A chaos daemon, a very strong one as well. Two very strong demons. Every single instinct she had was screaming at her to get far and fast away from them or beg for mercy.
This is way out of my league, no wonder the pay was so high it was boarded on obscene.
"I suggest you play nice little mortal", the chaos daemon ordered, the cold darkness in his voice sending shivers up her spine. He had obviously sniffed out what she was, or what he thought she was.
Well if she was going down she was going down fighting and as for playing nice, she had never played nice once in her life. It was what had kept her alive.
Sending a flare of magick from her hand, that gripped the wrist of the fox daemon she activated the magick symbols painstakingly woven into her gloves, a green hue shone around her gloves. Quickly and without remorse she snapped his bones. His pained scream shot through the air as he loosened his hold on her neck allowing her to slip out, simultaneously, she grabbed another metal container that and threw it in the ground. However, the chaos daemon was already on top of her. The sword swung down, deadly lightning sparking from it. She ducked to the side avoid it but gained a shallow cut on her upper arm. Blood seeped from her wound and into the black leather of her jacket. He came at her again, but she was ready this time, stepping close and out of the swords range to slash at him with one of her daggers. Gracefully, he leap back to avoid it. From the corner of her eye the fox daemon seemed to have recovered, his arm nearly healed. It all occurred in a couple of seconds, but that was all she needed. By that point the stairwell was filled with the gas that both obscured the daemons and her from view and played havoc with their sense of smell. Sometimes having overly enhanced senses was a bitch. Sakura smirked.
Immediately, Sakura phased. The lightening sword slammed through her stomach, but it had no effect. It went straight through her as if she was made of air, not that the daemons would be able to see that. She flew up the last flight of stairs, phased back into her human form and slammed open the door to the roof.
No sense in letting them realise what I am and giving them the advantage.
Sakura ran to the edge of the building.
"Shit", she muttered, nearly going over and only just managing to catch her balance in time. Quickly, she moved a few steps back from the edge. Ninety-five stories up in the air, there was no building in the vicinity that she could jump to of similar height. It would be a fall to her instant and bloody death.
"You've got nowhere to run. Give up", that dark lulling voice breathed in her ear.
Swinging out her fist, the daemon caught it. However, that was a decoy for her well-aimed knee between the legs. Groaning he released her, allowing her to jump back and onto the edge of the building. The blond fox daemon appeared by his side in the next second.
"Easy now," the blond called after he took stock of the situation. His hands out as if he was trying to tame a spooked horse.
"You don't want to do that unless you have wings of some sort", the chaos daemon murmured after he straightened to look her straight in the eyes. Slowly he reached out a hand.
Inching back a bit more, both males froze.
"We swear we won't harm you, if you come off the ledge and give us the book", the dark haired male coaxed, his voice persuasive and lulling. It had no doubt tricked many others into giving in without a fight.
Cautiously he took another step forward; apparently he believed he was winning her over. "Come there is no need for you to jump to your death."
The fox daemon inched closer as well. Both were almost in reaching distance.
Weighing up her options, Sakura decided had no choice. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes … she flung herself of the building.
Two hands missed her by a fraction of an inch and then she was plummeting towards the earth. The air rushed around her as she angled herself head first towards the ground.
This had better work or I am going to become a bloody pancake. Literally.
Obsidian wings suddenly filled her vision. "You really don't care about your life do you, mortal?", the chaos daemon yelled over the howl of the wind. His body angled down like hers. "One last chance. Surrender. You can't win." He offered a hand, an arrogant smirk on his godlike face, clearly believing he had won.
Grasping it she pulled him close, his strong arms and musky scent enveloped her.
"Never!" She stabbed the knife into his lower back and phased. He let go immediately due to the pain. Grasping the pendant she sent up a silent pray. And then they hit the ground.
Or he did at least. She went straight through it.
Come on, come on.
Seconds later she passed through the subway tunnel and an oncoming train full of passengers.
COME ON!
She forced every ounce of magick she had into the pendant. Then she passed into the sewerage tunnels. There was a blast of fairy fire green. And then there was nothing.
…Weapons and Roses…
So cliff hanger. Whoops. (hahaha)
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