"Crap". A voice said, climbing through a broken window. "This REALLY sucks."
As Gobo tiptoed of what seemed like an eternity of shattered glass, he heard a door creak.
"Oh snap". He said. "I better grab the vase, and quick!"
Gobo ran as fast as he could, stepping on pieces of glass. Though it was painful, he knew he couldn't get caught. Not now, not ever. Gobo had already been caught once before. He was caught performing Dark Magic in front of hobos. They were only hobos, he had thought. How he hated Sunagakure. He had hated it ever since he had to visit the desolate place.
His plan was pretty simple. All he had to do was steal a vase from a local shop. But this was not any vase. It was a vase made by one of the first Kazekage of Sunagakure. It was over thirty years old.
Gobo found himself going up flights of stairs. As he reached the top, he saw the most beautiful vase he had ever seen. He thought he felt a tear slip from his eye.
"Hello beautiful. Come to papa!" He said, just inches away from the prized vase.
But before he could touch it, a voice came from a nearby window.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"What? Not you again!"
Gobo had heard of this man. He was known for stopping criminals like him. He must have been the one who was on the rooftop.
"Well, well." Said Gobo. "If it isn't Bakiri."
"I'm surprised that you know who I am." He said in a deep voice.
He grabbed the handle of the wrapped sword on his back. When he grabbed it, a strange black mist seemed to shroud the sword. In an instant, the sword transformed into a three-bladed scythe, blood red.
Gobo gulped. "Of course I know who you are. Everyone does. So, I see your using HIS form this time."
"Yes. I use this form for, how you say, 'special cases.'"
His voice seemed to grow less deep with every word. He let out a menacing laugh.
"I don't believe in any gods that bring down pain or misery, but this form just seems to scream 'I'm going to kill your ass.'"
As his voice was at its final pitch, his entire body started to change. He grew a bit shorter than before, and his mask and hood were gone. Instead he had dashing white hair and dark purple eyes. His coat was the same as before, only opened slightly, revealing a necklace with a symbol attached. The symbol looked like a pentagram, only with a triangle in the middle.
As the changing finally stopped, he let out a bone-chattering laugh.
"TIME TO DIE."