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Book of Revolution

By: Karasu Kyra

Chapter Two: Meetings

Ino woke to a bright light intruding her welcomed darkness and an urgent, mournful voice in her head. :He's dead. Oh gods, Ino, he's dead!:

Ino sat up, rigid, practically knocking Sakura out of the chair they were curled up in. :Who? Who's dead, Kurenai?:

:Asuma! Asuma, they killed him!: Kurenai's sorrowful cry tore through the blondes head.

:Dammit, where are you?: Ino growled as she leapt up, expecting Sakura to follow her.

She grabbed a medical-kit and a short sword as she walked out the door. :Cypress District, Burrow street.:

:I'll be there in moments.:

Ino dashed passed her mother who looked as white as a sheet, bags under her eyes. She gave a passing nod and fled out the nearest window. She landed on the roof across from her apartment building with a thud, hearing another resounding as her mate followed her.

The two took off, running as fast as they could push it. Ino led them west, toward the specified location. They made it in scant minutes, which had to be a record so far. There, lying in Kurenai's arms, was Asuma Sarutobi.

The large man's face was ashen, he was covered in blood, and he felt drained of magic. Kurenai herself was in hardly a better state. She, too, was covered in blood and low in magic. Ino stepped towards them, pulling Kurenai into an embrace.

The older woman collapsed in her alpha's arms, weeping shamelessly. Ino looked down at the crimson-eyed High-Were. Seeing all these battle-hardened Were's crying in her arms was a common occurrence now-a-days.

She sighed and pulled the woman into her lap like she would a child, petting her hair. She rocked them back and forth as Sakura assessed the damage to Asuma. The blonde told Kurenai to hush and that things would get better.

She shook her head and stood the distraught woman up, sending both of them to the medical wing of the city and lying her in an unoccupied bed. The dark-haired woman put up no resistance, sobbing fitfully. Ino placed a sleeping spell on Kurenai before leaving.

She looked on the dark-haired woman for a moment longer before walking out of the room. She stood for a moment, deliberating before she turned the opposite direction of the exit. She walked down a few corridors before she stopped before one room in particular.

She took a deep breath, opening the door. She walked into the room, listening to the beeping of the monitors as she slid a chair to the bedside. She took a seat and stared at the floor. Then she lifted her gaze upward.

She looked at the large-breasted blonde woman on the bed, who's naturally amber eyes stared at the ceiling, not really seeing. Then the woman's eyes slid to the alpha, becoming less fogged. "Ino…Ino, I…I'm sorry."

Ino's eyes widened. "Tsunade-hime? Tsunade?"

Then the woman's eyes clouded over again and turned to the ceiling once more. Ino heaved a deep sigh and leaned back on the chair. She listened to the monitors once more, the rhythmic beeping.

Then, the woman looked at Ino once more, eyes completely clear. "Kill me," whispered Tsunade in such a broken voice that Ino wasn't sure what to do.

The blonde couldn't even begin to fathom what Tsunade was feeling. The blonde had lost her mate to the final battle of the Second Great Werewolf war, a seven years back. Not only was Jaraiya, Tsunade's mate, she was his lifebound partner.

There were many lifebonded pairs recently. Lifebonds themselves were when two personalities complimented each other so well, it formed a bond between those two. They could share smells, sights, and feelings across great distances. Recently, almost everyone lifebonded. It was a rare occurrence.

Before the rise of the disease and with it the rebels, the blonde alpha had begun a study as to why and as far as she got before things got to hectic was that they were somehow caused by the fluctuating energies in the planet.

Ino watched again as the older woman's eyes clouded. The younger blonde heaved another sigh before standing up and exiting the room.

"I figured you'd be here," said a very familiar voice.

Ino looked over at the Captain of ANBU, who was leaning against the wall outside the former alpha's room. "Yeah."

"She's probably not coming back," Itachi said.

Ino sighed, again. "I know…"

"Are you alright?"

Ino was silent for a moment, her gaze drifting over the smooth features and dark hair that marked Itachi as a blood-born Uchiha. "She told me she was sorry."

"Sorry? Perhaps for leaving one so young such responsibility."

"Says the man who made ANBU Captain at thirteen years-old." Ino smirked.

Itachi matched her smirk. "I do."

Ino's smirk fell, then, turning to a deep frown. "Then…she asked me to kill her."

The Uchiha then fell quiet, his eyes on the floor. "Maybe, then…maybe that would be best. I don't know what I'd be like if I ever lost Shisui," said the ANBU, speaking of his lifebonded.

Ino nodded, lost in thought. She whispered, "Perhaps, it would be best."

Once more, the two fell silent, not for lack of words, but for being lost in their thoughts. Then Ino looked up, abruptly. "Asuma's been killed. I haven't informed the pack, yet. I hoped you would."

Itachi's features hardened into a glare. "I know and I'll tell them…and I'll kill those WhiteFalcon bastards."

Ino smiled. "And I'd be right by your side."

The Uchiha stared at Ino a moment before smiling, also. "I know, Alpha-sama."

Then the ANBU Captain was gone. Ino blinked. That was the first time Itachi had ever addressed her so formally. She shrugged. She would never understand the oldest Uchiha.

0o0o0o0

Naruto Uzumaki ducked as a dagger embedded itself into the wall of the building behind him. He let out a hiss as another appeared in his shoulder, sending a searing pain throughout his body. He twisted around, avoiding the oncoming projectiles, ripping the one from his shoulder and sending it back toward the red and black robed figure.

This blonde haired man made him tremble. He smelled of WhiteFalcons and he was, but…he was so…dangerous. The blonde just figured it to be his 'animal instinct'.

The Were's eyes widened as he saw an explosive being tossed his way. He quickly jumped backwards onto the nearest building and summoned a magic barrier to protect himself from the flying debris.

Naruto left the barrier up a moment, staring down at the man who looked up at him with cold eyes. Naruto sagged to one knee, breathing heavily. He leaped to the side as a larger explosive was sent his way. Before it exploded, he thought he caught sight of it. It was bird shaped.

He sent a dagger back at his blonde enemy who knocked it aside with his hand. Naruto glared before he jumped behind the man. He swung at the black and red cloaked man's head, who ducked and jumped to the side. Naruto growled.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is…Deidara," the man said slowly, his arms shoved deep into the sleeves of his cloak.

:What's your affiliation with the WhiteFalcons?: the blonde Konoha-Were growled into Deidara's mind.

Naruto watched the WhiteFalcon members' mouth curl into a smirk. :Well, you'll know soon enough.:

Then, when Naruto blinked, Diedara was gone.

0o0o0o0

Sakura knocked another poisoned needle away, side-stepping a swipe with a katana and jumping over another. She backed away, wiping blood from her split lip with the back of her hand.

She closed her yellow eyes, wincing as they faded to green momentarily. The pink-haired girl extended her awareness, searching for a pool of energy, eyes snapping open as she linked herself to it.

Amber eyes gazed at the eye-less sockets of a fairly human looking puppet, before shifting back to a red haired man, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. The man's eyes followed the puppet he was controlling magically. He tilted his head slightly and the puppet launched forward, beginning another assault on Sakura.

Sakura ducked and twisted and jumped, gracefully avoiding all the attacks. She landed just out of the man's peripheral vision, giving the pink-haired girl a moment of relief and time to summon her kodachi to her hand.

She blocked the blow of the katana coming at her from over her head, jumping and landing on another. Then, a blade appeared out of the stomach area of the puppet and tore through her abdomen. She hissed, shoving the thing away with magically enhanced force.

"Who are you?" muttered Sakura.

The man watched his puppet a moment longer before slipping his hazel gaze to her. He then stared at the pink-haired girl who had a hand over her stomach, healing herself.

"Sasori Subaku of the WhiteFalcons."

Subaku? Is this man related to the Subaku siblings? Sakura thought.

The man smirked. "I've played enough today. Perhaps I'll see you around. Farewell, for I look forward to our next fight."

With a gust of wind, Sasori disappeared.

0o0o0o0

The woman appeared in front of Hinata Hyuuga without warning. The Hyuuga, who was sitting in an alleyway practicing her magic control, jumped backward and immediately activated her Byakugan. She jumped sideways and sat crouched low, arms extended in a stance the Hyuuga family was known for.

The blue-haired woman across from Hinata smiled softly. "It's a shame Jaraiya has passed on, no?"

The shy girl's pale eyes widened. How did this stranger know of Jaraiya? Was she a former member of Sound? Hinata wasn't sure.

The woman then stepped forward, posture relaxed in a most unthreatening pose.

"Forgive this intrusion, but I would like to present my name; I am Konan of the WhiteFalcons."

In a swirl of dead leaves, Konan disappeared.

0o0o0o0

Shisui dropped the groceries in his arms, everything spilling to the floor as an orange-masked head appeared before him. A teenager was hanging off the gutter of his house staring at him. How odd.

"Hello," said the Uchiha politely.

"Hi," the boy said shortly, then, without warning produced a fire magic that shimmered against Shisui's natural shield. Shisui's eyes narrowed and he leapt back, Sharingan activated.

"What do you want?"

The boy giggled and dropped off the roof to land in front of the door, his feet carefully avoiding the fallen food. "To play."

The orange-masked child took a step forward, a pale hand stretched toward the brunette. Another fire spell shimmered against Shisui's shield, blue values warring against red.

"Aww," cried the boy, "Why isn't it working?"

The Uchiha, not feeling obliged to answer just stared. He didn't want to harm a child.

The brown-haired boy heaved a long, deep sigh. "Well, I guess my fun's over. Anyway, I just wanted you to know my name."

"Which is?" Shisui asked.

Then, the boy looked Shisui straight in the eyes. The Uchiha's eyes widened as his swirling Sharingan locked with another Sharingan. The boy's Sharingan. "My name's Tobi."

Then, Tobi disappeared, Shisui only having a faint warning of the leaving.

0o0o0o0

A tall man, cloaked in black and red stood atop a building on the edge of the city of Konoha. The wind blew harshly, biting through his clothing. He stared as four of his members appeared before him, all sending him smirks.

He rolled his eyes. Conduct was nothing next to loyalty…as long as they remained loyal to him…he would soon be in control…

AN: Welcome to the plot. Request fic to the tenth reviewer! Hehe! And, my brain has been fried. I'm fairly certain I'm supposed to be writing this with someone and that I owe someone a request fic, but I can't remember for the life of me who...Sorry, my life's been a mess recently, so if it's you, don't be afraid to tell me to get my ass in gear. Darksoul-wolf does it all the time. lol