White Akatsuki- 2
The shadowed figure silently walked through the forest, seemingly at home in the darkness of the night. The light glinted on a blue gem placed round his throat and his white cloak, patterned with red clouds, fluttered slightly in the light breeze drifting through the trees. Raising their head to the sky the figure smiled slightly.
All of a sudden a crack sounded through out the silent forest as a kunai rebounded off him seemingly metal clad fist. A manic grin spread on the figures barely visible face as they turned to face an equally unseen enemy.
"Is that how you treat your friends Madara?" the figure chuckled in a low voice, revealing the person to be a man.
Madara stepped soundlessly from the shadows, his mask so alike to a pumpkin lit up on all hallows eve that the cloaked man gave a smothered giggle. Madara shook his head and looked away, almost as if ashamed to be called a friend by this cloaked man. With a sigh Madara sat down on the grass and leant on the base of a tree,
"Soon you're going to be needed." he whispered, "All of you."
The cloaked man gave a dry laugh,
"Then they will die, every one of them shall be killed, like mere ants below our feet." He muttered in a slightly crazed tone.
"Calm down, geez… you're bloody insane!" a voice shouted angrily, coming from a masked and cloaked man walking from the trees. Strapped to his back was a large Zambato. Several small scrolls were also attached to his hip.
"There's no need to emit all that blood lust here man, you're scaring Aku!" Another figure drawled in a lazy tone. He clinked as he moved, the large silver windmill shurikan on his back clanking dully. Behind him a small child dressed in the same white cloak as the others followed, he however wore his hood down. Revealing Long shaggy brown hair with a slight red under tone and a cute childish face. On his cheeks were the marks of an Inuzuka,
"Hey shut up!" he complained going pink. Yet another cloaked figure appeared and flicked him on the head,
"Shush brat. Or do I have to knock you out?" he growled, a slight buzzing followed him. One of the cloaked figures gave him a shove,
"Stop it he's just a kid!"
"Kid my arse! He's eight hundred and four you idiot!" retaliated the other.
A indescribably tall figure, who incidentally also had a white cloak on, bopped them both on the head with a snort.
"Zippit freaks." He muttered. The others froze and stopped.
AND STOP!
Woop I just wrote that in half an hour off the top of my head. … I need to learn to speed type…
Another chapter will be posted soon,
By the way- can you guess who anyone is yet?
A clue- the tallest is very youthful! (that's a blatant giveaway)
