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Chapter 2
"What is taking him so long?!" Naruto screamed. Naruto, Sakura, Sasuke, and Yutaka were waiting at the village gate. Once again, Kakashi was late. Sakura groaned.
"Is he always this late?" Yutaka asked.
"Sadly, yes," Sasuke responded. "And he always makes up some random lame excuse."
"Hey, guys!" Kakashi said, dropping in from above. "I was just helping a lady escape from pink flying hippos, then I stopped to buy a book, but I dropped it and it was eaten by a garbage can."
"Wow," responded Yutaka. "Sasuke was right."
"So, let's go!" Kakashi said.
They all headed off. Everybody was quiet for a while until Naruto asked, "Hey Yutaka, what exactly does the Silver Beetle do?"
"Normally it is forbidden to tell anybody outside the clan about it, but seeing as it will help you understand the severity of this mission, I will tell you," Yutaka said while making some hand signs, "although you will have to promise mw that you won't tell anyone who doesn't already know."
"I promise."
"And you, Sasuke?"
"Hm?" Sasuke said.
"If I tell you guys what the Silver Beetle does, you have to promise me that you will not tell anyone."
"Alright."
"And you, Sakura?"
She nodded.
"Kakashi?"
"Sure."
"Alright then," Yutaka began. "The Silver Beetle is what links humans to animals and nature. Its holders, the Ishii clan, receive animal powers as a bloodline, although if it dies, the entire clan will also die at the exact same time, and eventually the whole world will also follow. For it to be stolen, imagine somebody stealing Sasuke's Sharingan." He could see Sasuke's horrified look out of the corner of his eye. "Most people claim that it was made at the founding of the leaf village, but it was actually created gradually, and is still being created today. It is made of the hopes and dreams of those past; every time a person dies, it grows a little bit larger. It started small, but today it is slightly larger than the average beetle. I hope that you don't have entomophobia."
"Anti- what?" Naruto asked.
"Never mind."
"So, basically, the fate of the world is in our hands," Sakura summarized.
"Pretty much," Yutaka responded.
"No pressure there," Sasuke said sarcastically.
"So, what was that jutsu you performed before making us promise no to tell anyone?" Kakashi asked.
"I placed a steak in all of your hearts. If you tell anyone that I told you this or tell anyone what the Silver Beetle does, it will permanently stop your chakra flow and you will never be able to perform a jutsu again. It could also kill you, though it is unlikely."
"Creepy," Naruto responded.
"Stop," Kakashi said suddenly said, and everybody stopped. Kakashi put his finger to where his lips would be behind his mask and ran into the forest.
After a few seconds, they heard a blood-curdling scream. Worried thoughts ran through their heads. After a few more seconds, Kakashi came back with a man (Yutaka thought he was a ninja, since even he didn't detect him) who just had his legs cut off. That's probably what the blood-curdling scream was.
"I caught this guy spying on us. Does anybody know any jutsus we could use for interrogation?" Kakashi asked.
"What about the jutsu that you used on us, Yutaka?" Sakura asked.
Yutaka thought for a moment then responded, "Sure, I guess that could work."
He walked up to the spy and made the familiar hand signs then said, "You will answer my questions and you will answer them truthfully. Understood?"
He made a few grumbling noises.
"I said, understood?" Yutaka said, kicking his left stump.
The spy yelled a shriek of pain and then said, "Understood."
"Good. Now, who are you spying for?"
He grumbled.
"Say it."
"I work for The Secret Ensemble."
"And where are you based?"
"What's it to you?" Just as he said that, the spy felt a sharp pain in his chest. "Ack!" He said.
"That's what it is to me. You didn't answer my question truthfully, thus activating my jutsu. Your chakra flow has been stopped permanently, so you can never perform a jutsu for the rest of your life, not that that'll be very long."
"That's all just big talk. Watch me!" He said. The spy made some hand signs, but nothing happened.
"This will continue until you tell me where you are based."
"We are in the Sand Village."
"And what do you hope to achieve by spying on us?"
"…"
Yutaka kicked his stub again and said, "One more time resisting and I'll amputate another limb. Now, what do you hope to achieve by spying on us?"
After screaming a little more, he thought. If he didn't give away strictly classified information to them, they would kill him. He didn't want to die, or be tortured, but he couldn't just give them the info. What should he do? He didn't believe in lying. "We…"
"You…"
"I… won't say." He was probably going to kill him either way, and he had already given away too much information about the Ensemble.
Yutaka was rather mad, but as he said, he cut off the spy's arm. Not with a weapon, but one of his jutsus. He sent a wave of compressed air toward his shoulder, which cut through like a blade, and the spy's left arm was no longer part of his body. The spy let out another scream of pain.
Sasuke was reminded of his dream. The blood, the pain, the violence. Wow. Something was wrong. Normally he didn't think this way. All he used to want was revenge, but he was rethinking that now. Then again, he had to think of the pain Itachi caused against his clan. Suddenly, Sasuke wanted revenge again. All was normal. Except that he wondered if he should tell everyone about his dream. He decided against it for now.
"Just answer me this one question," Yutaka said. "Did your group steal the Silver Beetle?"
"YES!! Yes we did! Now just leave me alone!"
"That's all we wanted to hear," Yutaka said walking away. Sasuke, Kakashi, and Naruto followed him.
"Well, we can't just leave him here," Sakura objected.
"Yeah we can," Kakashi said.
"No! If we just leave him here, he will die!"
"Exactly!" the spy interrupted.
"You be quiet," Sasuke demanded.
"But don't I get a say in my own fate?"
"No, so shut up."
"Hmph."
"Sakura, it's four against one. We're leaving him." The group left, leaving the spy behind. He had to find some way to convince them to take him with them. That girl was already edgy.
"Well, I guess I just have to wait here until I die. I ought to come up with some good last words, though I don't have long," the spy whined. "Oh, just leave me here. I can somehow do in the afterlife." It wasn't working, though he could see that the girl wanted to help him. "Oh, please help me! I won't be much trouble! I'll fight by your side!" by now, they were almost out of sight. "I can juggle!"
"But you only have one arm!" yelled back the boy who interrogated him so very painfully.
He was right. The spy gave it up. He rolled over onto his back then groaned. Vultures were circling above him, and they were right to. He was loosing a dangerous amount of blood, and was probably going to die soon. He'd better think up some last words soon like he said he was going to. "Good bye, world. It was nice knowing you," he said. Then he took one last look at the sky and thought that he was going to be there in a matter of seconds. He wondered what it would be like. Then, as if to answer that question, he died.