Hey guys, its me the writer. Ha-ha, anyways I don't have all that much to say, except for ENJOY!
Meiryô's Pov
"Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want from me?" My voice came out in a scream, and I yanked my hands up to cover my mouth. The man just stood there and looked at me. As if I was some kind of caged animal that couldn't do anything to him. Which, I guess I was. He held all the power, and I'm sure he knew it.
"Who I am? That's not all that important. Why you are here, well you see. You meet Gaara. He holds this, monster... That My boss wants. You see, I'm apart of an organization, that wants peace. No war, or fighting, or unnecessary killing, and Gaara seems to want all of that. Doesn't he? Yeah." His mouth turned into a slight grin, one that would reassure anybody His blue eyes shined as the faint light from the outside hit them. His face was so, childish, maybe he was still young. Along with his perfect blond hair, id say he was in fact an amazing sight.
"World peace? Is that even possible? Something like that only comes in dreams. Gaara... Why is he important? I know some about the tailed beast. There are nine. Why do you call them monsters? With out them some of the strongest people alive wouldn't exist." I decided that if he was gonna be friendly I would to. No better way to make friends then to question everything they say.
"Of course its possible. If it wasn't we wouldn't be trying. Why Gaara you ask. He has the One tailed demon in him. He is a monster himself, and paired with such an evil demon... well it just makes him a threat to humanity. But enough about that. For now, you have to come with me. So come on. Yeah." He waved out the door, as he started to walk. Not knowing what to do I thought it best to follow him. I stood and noticed my shoes were gone. The cold floor gave it away almost instantly. The slight freeze gave me a uneasy feeling, and with each step it got worse.
"So ugh... Where are we?" I looked at the back of his head. It was so... blond.
"Not to be rude, but please remain quite. We are walking. Its only polite. Yeah." His voice was low. And I had to almost strain to hear him. We walked for some time. Moving down long halls, and taking sharp turns. The lighting never changed. Candles hung on the wall, and only one every few feet. So the whole place was extremely dim. We passed a few rooms, and on the door hung a name tag and some kind of sign that held information. Maybe they really were an organization. 'Maybe.'
We rounded one last corner and took a few steps to this massive metal door. The door was decorated with chains, and locks. The bars across the small window in the center of the door were rusted. And the smells of Kami only knows what. It was complete silence, and then his voice ruined it all.
"What your about to see.. It doesn't change what our purpose is. We are the Akatsuki. World peace, is our only goal. Yeah." His voice, it was the same. His reassuring, voice. One that claimed to be all for good, and yet he was apart of nothing more then a criminal organization. It took only a moment to realize, I was now a victim.
Gaara's Pov.
The sand, its lovely smell, and the outlines of the next village. Those were all that I needed, along with My Shukaku. This place was much different. Being on the border of Sunagakure and Konoha. It was most likely a watch post, not a village at all. Forest was to the left with the sea of sand to its right. 'Gaara its not wise to go there. Several experienced Shinobi will most likely be placed there. After all, no peace has been settled yet between the two nations. Do as you wish Dear Gaara, but don't make to much of a mess.' Shukaku's voice echoed into my head. Then like always I could feel his power flow into my own, and his presence reside back into my body.
"Shukaku maybe one of them will teach me what pain feels like." My words were empty, and he probably wasn't even listening. Sand came up and grabbed me and under my command it brought me to the the steps of the massive wooden door that stood between me and what lurked inside.
The sign hung above the door. On a stone arch, it read "Kokkyô Zenshô Kichi" (English meaning: Borderland Outpost)
Its massive wooden frame gave it enough support to handle almost any kind of assault, and like always someone had to yell out.
"Hey kid, turn around. This isn't some place you can bum in. This fort is under Konoha rule. Only Shinobi can come here!" This black haired ninja called out. He stood around 6'2 and was medium weight. His blue eyes looked down on me with superior authority.
"Is that so? Then why the fuck are you here? If your a Konoha ninja then you guys must be really slaking. You look like the dirt everyday people walk on. Nothing more then a pest that cant seem to find his way back into some sewer." I glared back up at him. His face turning dark red. His partner (some gray haired old man) whispered something to him and then his shout came replied.
"Get out of here, before I come down there a teach you what a ass kicking is!" He turned his back as if expecting me to walk away. Instead I just held my hand up and the sand made its way up the wall. With a bend of the wrist he was taken up in the sand and flung onto the ground before me. His head crushing on impact.
It didnt take long for them to react. With in seconds the walls in front of me were lined with ninja. All looking down at me with anger and dislike. 'What a lovely sight. All of these toys just begging me to play with them.' My thoughts forced a grin onto my face.
"So who ever is pissed off, come on down and fix it. I'd love to go one on one with everyone of you pieces of trash." I shot the tease at them, and as if accepting the challenge the old man jumped down first.
He was certainly in his late forty's early fifty's, and he wore his green vest over a blue shirt and dark green pants. His gray hair was hanging just above his face and was pulled back into a short bun that rested on the back of his head. His greenish eyes stared me down with a killers glare. One that showed true anger.
"You dare to attack a Leaf Village Shinobi? Well child, let this old man show you what Kami has in store for you!" His hands came up to his chest and performed several complex hand signs. "Wood style: Wooden spear projectiles!" His words sent six large wooden spears flying towards me.
"Sand wall."
The sand a few feet before me came to life, and formed a solid wall. The sounds of the spears impaling into the sand came through. The foot steps. Hid body came flying over the wall. 'How an old man can do that is beyond me...' My thoughts were interrupted by his fist flying towards my face. Just before impact the sand caught it. I clenched my fist and his hand bones snapped with the force of the sand. He yanked back and held his hand. Standing on his left foot he kicked with his right, and almost made a hit. The sand had came up from the ground around his left foot and pulled him down. In mid flight his right leg was forced up from the impact of his body being forced down. The sand wall collapsed to reveal four more ninja on the ground with weapons already drew.
"Well old man, looks like your turns over. Your friends want to play. Sand Burial." His body was sucked down and then smashed. " Well guys you have my full attention." I turned to look at them all. Two charged with katana. They pulled the sword up to eye level. They made it fifteen feet before I pulled my hand up and slung it side ways. The sand came back to life at my will and attacked from their left flank. Sand Shurikan rained on them. One was killed instantly, while the other one had spun to fight them off. Using his left hand to wield the sword and deflect the assault his right hand came up to perform a hand sign.
"Fire style: Dragon Flame!" His head came to face me and his mouth opened. Releasing a giant flame that formed into a long dragon head. It came at me. Intense heat hit my sand armor and the sand came up around it. With a 'Wisp' the fire was put out. The sand fell back onto the surface and his face jumped from a look of accomplishment into complete disbelief. "So you must be Gaara of the Sand. What have we done to make you come here? Damn Monster!" His voice, deep and angry came at me with deadly intent.
"Your alive. That alone is more then enough reason to come after you. All that live, will pay a price. Shukaku is the collector." I drew my hands up, and preformed several hand signs. "All this, its pissing me off. I came for corpses. SAND BULLET!" Sand shot out from my sand armor and formed small pellets. Each pointed with sand as sharp as a razor. They impaled the swordsman and the other two ninja that were standing further back. Their bodies stood for a few seconds, and then. The wounds sent blood flying out. Coating the sand like a jacket. They all fell down, the sand taking them down into the ocean. The Shinobi standing on the wall jumped down. They all were unarmed and they came in numbers at me. 'Sixteen. Hm, what to do...'
"Sand Shell!" The sand came around me hardening into a complete defense. "Shukaku, take me away..." His power came as a reply. "Shukaku, half body transformation." Those words... The sand... Myself ... And MY SHUKAKU. They all formed what I live for. They all allowed me to live on, and kill. Killing will be my only calling.
The sand shell fell from around me. My left arm was devoured by the sand and it extended into six giant sand claws, the left side of my face was also replaced with sand, forming Shukaku's ear. "Now, let me show you what my meaning is." The ninja stood, horror and shock across all of their feathers. I rushed forward, pushing off with my right leg. My left arm came down and caught the ground, flipping my body to a legs first position. After closing the distance my left and right foot made contact with on Shinobi. Forcing him onto his back, I stood on top of him. The others looked at me as I forced my left arm into his chest. Blood flew onto my face and I turned to look at them all. "Come on? Is the Monster that ugly?" My laughter boomed out, as I charged my next victim with Shukaku's extreme speed. Pushing my arm into the blond female's chest I flung her aside. Her body sliding off my arm and onto the ground. Her lifeless body made a 'thud' on the impact.
"Fire style: Fireball!"
"Wood style: Wooden Bar Prison!"
I was so distracted I hadn't noticed the white, and green haired Shinobi to my left. A wooden call came up around me right as the fireball got within range. My sand had barely enough time to react. It came up as a thin shield that blocked the blast. Turning to glass it fell to the ground. The wooden bars caught fire and in seconds a flaming cage was all around me. The heat drove me insane. I dived into the sand, resurfacing just next to the green haired ninja. "Nice trick, but watch mine." I took him up in my left arm and the sand poured into his body, chopping him in half. His guts fell out of his torso and onto the sand.
"Fuck yo-" His dying breath cut him off as his life floated away.
"DEASHO!" Some brunette girl yelled his name out. With out thinking she charged me, only to be cut off with a sand spear that drove its way into her right boob. She bent backwards and the spear stuck into the ground. "Shit! Kill that red head!" Her command sent the last twelve charging at me.
"Yeah I'm bored too.. Sand Tsunami!" All twelve. Taken into the sea of sand. 'Sand Burial.' The shock shook the ground. Forcing the brunette girl to fall over. Blood pouring out of her wound. My sand fell from around me. Revealing my full body again. I took long strides as I walked up to her, taking her hair up in my hand. I lifted her off the ground forcing her face to be level with mine. "So, who the fuck are you?"
"I am the Out Post commander. My names Ashuin Dario." She shot back.
"Ugly ass name." I punched her with my free hand, and the sand came up. Surrounding her completely. "Hope you like hell." The sand crushed down on her. The faint sound of bones breaking followed by the smell of death. Her life, was no more.
"Now lets see what the hell is in side."
Meiryô's Pov
"Whats the point in me being here? I want nothing to do with any of you. I don't believe in world peace." My voice came out in its natural sweet sound. I looked at him. Trying to play it cool.
"Is that so, I'm sorry to hear that. Yeah. But you see, we want you." He opened the door, and took a hold of my hair. Dragging me inside he threw me onto the floor. I landed on my hands and knees and looked up. Their was a man, kneeling on the ground. His arms were chained up and his head hung over his chest. He was still breathing but it was shallow, he would surly die soon. "That's the Five Tails host. We plan to extract it soon. His names Han. He was a monster. Just like all Jinchuriki. They all are evil creatures. Meant only to harm humanity. Could you allow something like that to live.
I thought for a moment, and at the first thing that came to mind was...
'Gaara...'
I want some more reviews before I load the next chapter. I thought id go ahead and give a hint about how Meiryô's view on Gaara. She doesn't hate him, nor does she have much feeling for him yet, but she doesn't want him to end up like the rest of the Jinchuriki. Next chapter another main character appears! I so cant wait. Anyways R&R.