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Chapter 2:

A fleeting glance

The village bustled the next day, putting away the items that were used in the festival, paper lanterns, stands and a small stadium. Most people were now waking up, are dealing with hang overs and some lovers or couples emerged from different Inn's holding hands. Children ran around, playing with their new toys. Oh yes…This looked to be a beautiful day in the village and a good day for Samantha.

That is, until an ominous hush fell onto the village. Elderly women started to whisper in hushed tones, some children stopped playing and ran to a family member in fear. Something or someone was coming and they guessed at who it might be. They were right when a young man came running through, yelling at the top of his lungs. "Three of them are coming!"

Without a moment's hesitation, everyone hurried inside and stayed quiet. Most businesses closed, except for a few since they sold important necessities (clothing, weapons, food stores, pharmacy) and the Inn's. Everyone feared for their lives right now, especially since they were not sure which members were approaching. These members were part of the ruthless organization known as, The Akatkuki.

Samantha rolled with a small groan from the bed, groggy but completely well rested. 'This is a really comfortable bed…Mmmm….'As she stretched, she walked to the bathroom to take care of her necessities. She stopped for a short moment while she was combing her hair, their was no noise coming from outside. Something didn't feel right. This feeling bugged her as she finished and got ready to head out to wander a bit in the village. Tying her raven hair up with a black ribbon, she looked for her shoes and found them beside the bed. Pausing for a moment, she contemplated on wearing the mask or using a genjutsu to hide her stitches. She decided to wear her mask. Useful genjutsu's shouldn't be wasted. The eerie silence of the village still bugged her. She had to investigate, not only that, but she needed some fresh air.

Stepping outside of the Inn, Samantha deffinatley knew there wasn't something right about this picture. All that could be heard is the wind swaying the trees and the sounds of Samantha inhaling and exhaling the clean air. 'What's going on?'She wondered as she stepped out further into the street. She suddenly felt a presence…Behind her. Not close, but close enough. Samantha spun around to see three men dressed in black cloaks with red clouds on them. All three of them wore kasas, covering their faces. Suspicious they were, She didn't like it.

'What the hell!' She thought to herself again as they began to step closer and closer in her general direction. Samantha stood her ground. She wasn't going to move, not for these punks. Who were these freaks anyway? And what did they want? One of the mysterious figures kind of wore his cloak open a little, revealing his chest a bit and on his back there was a three bladed scythe. The other one beside him to his right was a young man a little bit shorter than him. His black hair was held back in a pony tail and the last one…She couldn't describe anything about him. He was completely hidden.

Finally, they crossed Samantha. The man with the scythe sort of glared at her as he passed. The young man with the pony tail did nothing, but when the last man crossed her…Something weird happened…Shoulder to shoulder, it seemed like time just froze. Samantha looked at him, her eyes locked with gleaming black eyes with neon green pupils. Hypnotizing. This moment seemed to take forever…Why?

Then reality came back to Samantha. Shocked and a bit bewildered about what just happened, she turned around to watch the three men walk away. Samantha placed her hand on her chest. Her heart was pounding…Those…Eyes. Who was he?

Meanwhile, as the three men walked away from Samantha. The man with the open cloak grinned from under his kasa while looking at the other two. "That chick was fine…I'd tap that" He said, as a bloody/sexual fantasy played in his mind involving him and Samantha. The black haired man sighed softly while shaking his head and walking ahead of them at a quicker pace, The third man simply tuned everything out as he thought back to that moment. 'Who is she? Why do I feel like…? There's something unusual about her' He thought

"I know you want to take her. Hear her moans as you fuck her, sending her into the black abyss of pleasure while you relish in the moment of getting laid." This interrupted the man's thoughts as his black eyes with neon green pupils stared at the first man who spoke. "Hidan…Get off me" He muttered, not really happy that his partner had his arm over his shoulders. Hidan laughed and spoke in a light babying tone. "Do you need to get laid?" Without another word, Hidan was pushed rather harshly onto the ground and coughed. "You dickbitter…" He coughed again. "Either a punch to the gut or I rip your balls out" The angry man, no, extremely annoyed man, walked away while muttering under his breath. The black haired man, smirked, knowing what happened even though he was ahead of them. Childish really, but funny. Hidan got up, rubbing his abdomen and slowly caught up. This might be a long day.

Samantha shook her head and somewhat banished the thought about the three mysterious men, especially the one with those eyes. Rolling her eyes, she walked to clear her mind. Samantha shrugged and dusted her shoulders off. "You survived!" A young man enquired from hiding. Samantha cocked her head. "What do you mean I survived? Who were those guys anyway??" The village seemed to unfold again as the young man's jaw dropped. "You don't know who they are?!" Samantha shot her eyes from one direction to the next in a sarcastic tone, she replied. "Uuuh…No I don't know who they are. That's why I asked"

The young man grabbed her shoulders, shaking her roughly. "They are a part of a dangerous organization" He exclaimed, shocked because she didnt know who they were. Samantha closed her eyes to fight the dizziness that overwhelmed her. She then, placed her hands firmly on his shoulders. "Tell me again without the shaking. Please" Her eyes opened, narrowing slightly. The young man brought his hands back to his side, as if they were burned. She scared him, but not as much as the Akatsuki. "They are members of the Akatsuki" He said.

Samantha nodded, faking recognition of the name 'Akatsuki'. She still didn't know what the Akatsuki was, she chuckled at the thought. Maybe she can stay a bit to find out more about the, oh so scary, Akatsuki. 'Nah.' she thought to herself. To her it sounded like power abusers. She sighed becoming bored of this place, "I m going to leave... thanks for the uhhh... info." The man caught her before she could leave, "Wait, there's something you should know if you are to leave this village." Samantha turned her attention back to him impatiently. "Yes what is it now?" The man took a step closer towards her, "Be carefull around these parts, they say that theres a group of bandits with a pack of wolfs in the area. They have done great damage to this village so far, please be carefull." Samantha nodded her head, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." Samantha then walked away, 'Bandits huh?'

Lost in her thoughts about the rumor she just heard she ran into someone by accident, "sorry" she said as the scared man walked away, 'Ok?' just when she was about to continue down the street to get back to the inn, something caught her eye, a jewelry shop, she slumpped over to the shop so she could glue herself to the display window. The jewels, diamonds and gems sent her beams of love as her eyes sparkled with fascination. Oh the money she could get by pawning all of that. An image of her swimming in a pool of yen came to her mind. Oh yeah…That was something she'd love. "Mmm…My babies" As she said that, she rubbed her cheek on the window.

"Um…Miss…Can I help you?" A male voice said. Samantha yelped in surprise, jumping back and noticing that a small crowd appeared, watching her. She looked at the middle aged man, the owner of the jewelry shop; he was looking at her with a raised brow and a shocked expression. Taking another step back, she turned and bolted. "I'M SORRY!" Echoed as a small cloud of smoke slowly disappeared, everyone stayed silent until a little girl spoke. "Momma…That lady is weird"

Out of breath, Samantha sat at a bench, trying to calm herself down. "Damn, I really need to stop doing that" Samantha stood back up to head back to the village. She was really starting to get bored here. So, she quickly made her way back to the Inn. She got all of her her stuff packed, she then went outside to load her stuff onto the horse. Samantha wiped her brow and then she mounted. "Well, time to head out" Said Samantha as she took one last look at the Inn. She took a deep breath and then she bolted away.

The rumors she heard around the village were kind of getting to Samantha. She couldnt afford to loose a horse like this. As she thought about them, she began to become nervous. She shook it off and continued ridding. It was about two hours later until she was out of the forest. She now entered the leaf covered paths of a bamboo thicket. All you could hear is the sound of hoofs galloping throughout the green shaded woods. The bamboo stretched high above Samantha's head. The wind made them all sway and dance as she bounded her way around the graveled paths. But suddenly…She came upon a gut feeling. It wasn't good. This made her halt her horse immediately. There was something terribly wrong about this picture…It was too…quiet.

She took the time to listen carefully to her surroundings. Nothing, nothing but the wind, but why was she having this strange feeling? Samantha waited a little longer…There has to be something here. It just wasn't right. Suddenly there was a bone chilling howl that shattered the silence. The cry was long and loud. Samantha jumped as her eyes widened. They were close. The horse began to react unusually. That was when she knew…She was not alone.