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Solo mission
That next morning, Daikumo woke around 3:30 and went to the Hokage tower. He got assigned a solo mission the night before and was now there to get the details. After receiving his mission report, he summoned a crow(his summons animal, 'Tachi-sempei didn't use it, but he had signed the contract also. 'Tachi-sempei only used crows in jutsu, and they were never real. Daikumo used them more out of jutsu but still didn't use them a lot) and sent it to Kaka'-sensei's place to tell him he might be a little late for the test.
He left his house fully armed and ventured on his own out of the gates, bowing his head slightly to the gate guards who snorted and waved at him. He sometimes pranked them but they were still fond of the twerp. Of course Daikumo was more of an...underground prankster. He pranked people secretly and was never once caught. He wasn't as open about it as Naruto and didn't really do it for attention but more for the fun.
After taking off into the trees, he jumped through them for about two minuets before happening upon a clearing. In said clearing were about 12 guys. The mission was a simple B-rank, just off a couple bandits, thieves, murderers. They had been terrorizing a village nearby and now he was there to capture them and bring 'em in. He never could kill his victims, just terrorized them so bad they would kill themselves. He never took pleasure in killing. He had listened to the stories his 'Tachi-sempei had told him and hated killing almost as much as he did. He was never one for passiveness though. He loved a good fight with worthy opponents, he also loved torturing them. He never killed them just messed them up so bad they either killed themselves or stopped their 'profession'. Whether Daikumo used good or bad means to get to them was always unknown except to him. He could talk them out of it or simply Jack their way of thinking up so bad, they thought themselves lower than trash. Of course there was the physical torture he took pleasure in when he was bored, excited or sad. Now he just wanted a good fight. He was frustrated. Kaka'-sensei's team was just like his! But unlike theirs, they had hope. It was confusing but true.
He dropped silently from the foliage and walked calmly towards the group that had noticed him and were already in defensive position. But of course one of the big lugs had to idiotically point out that he was 'just a kid! And a short one at that too!' This obviously made their situation worse as the kid-no older than eleven or twelve- grabbed his two fuuma shuriken and flung them at the two closest guys. They had all let their guard down because they thought he was 'just a kid'. But of course, that was their mistake, one they would never make again. The two shuriken hit the men in their left legs, right above the knee, hindering them from movement. They fell to their knees and ripped the shuriken out dropping them on the ground before coming to the conclusion that the kid was dangerous and attempt to leave, reducing the two as crawling messes, leaving blood all over the nice green grass.
But that was exactly what Daikumo wanted, to frighten the idiots. They all began to scatter, trying to flee from the kid with a giant barbed chain now held in his hands.
"Oh no. That won't do! We can't have you running away leaving me with no playtoys!" he said childishly. He completed multiple hand signs and smashed his hands into the ground and raised a wall of earth that surrounded the clearing-turned-battle ground. As the men gave defiant glares towards the kid, they raised their weapons, ready for just taking the kid out. At some silent signal, they all started at once. They strode forward with purpose, ready to kill the creepy kid who had referred to them as 'playtoys'.
"Oh that's nice! it seems we're gonna play a game of tag! Ok I guess you guys are it!" he exclaimed childishly before jumping over the ten guys and landing in between the two on the ground. He started singing the 'run run run as fast as you can can't catch me I'm the Gingerbread man' song while running along the walls of the arena, crowding the men into a circle shape in the center, save for the two that were laying back-to-back a little off. He stopped and walked in circles around the group, them watching cautiously as he looked like a predator herding it's prey.
"You know," he said coyly, "I heard that Hyenas herd their prey, kinda like this," he then laughed happily and snapped his chain at a man, who had strayed slightly from the heard of slightly frightened men, "and then, they eat the stragglers, you know. The injured ones, old ones, the weakest. Hmmp...I wonder which one of you is the weakest."
They all raise their weapons and tried to look strong in front of this new threat that basically just implied that he would pick off the weak ones. But of course, to Daikumo's dismay, they forgot about the two injured men. Of course these men couldn't function in a group and just lost any hope that Daikumo would go easy on them.
"But I'm not a hyena! And they attack in packs anyway!"
"You better butt-out kid! We'll take you down in seconds! Even if you are a kid!"
"eehheheheheheheeehee! How funny! You boys think you can beat me? But your just little children! Inexperienced wana-be's that are trying to look cool for their big," Snap at a straggler, cutting his arm, "Bad," Another snap, another straggler, another cut, " "buddies!" Snap! Another straggler. These people don't learn do they? Hey don't know how to fend off a little boy!
"Well I hope you guys are ready for the finally!" With that he took out his Large black and red zanpakutou and with a cry of "Dark Manipulative Arts: Kirigakure no jutsu!" the area filled with a dark, foreboding mist. The kid materialized out of the unnaturally dark mist in front of the pack. The boy had on a dark cloak covering everything except his arm, which hung out of a large sleeve, lazily holding his zanpakutou on his shoulder. The cloaks hood fell back, revealing his face covered in bandages, messing up his weirdly styled hair that looked to not be styled at all. With another cry, but this time of a sword dance, he yelled "Dance of the Crescent Moon" and created four shadow clones and attacked only slicing once in non-fatal areas, like arms and legs. He and his clones appeared and disappeared out of and in the black mist. Some of the men with swords blocked them selves but they didn't attempt at guarding their comrades which upset Daikumo further.
Out of the twelve they had started out with, only five were left, the pain that the cuts caused, some of them deep enough to hinder their ability to move and leave them questioning whether they were going to die. "But of course that's not the worse thing!" he said smiling a little too happily for their tastes. "Its only just begun! A little cuts and bruises are sure to heal soon! I mean I did put a special healing seal on my sword so that they would heal soon! So we can play more! Doesn't that sound like fun? Hehe!" he asked tilting his head to the side and smiling for all he was worth, but they could see under the childishness, there was a sadistic pleasure to his laugh that none of them could explain. It just made the creepy kid even creepier. He pulled out-a pocket watch?- and, confusing them further, which was pretty hard seeing as how this kid was confusing. He checked the time and threw it at the Leader-looking one and said, "Three." the guys on the ground stopped moving. "Two." they started shaking violently. "One." The cuts on the guys started hissing and shutting until they stood up(except for the two guys who were shuriken'ed in the legs) and started pounding on the rock walls, shouting frantically for help.
"Yay! My playthings are all fixed! We can play more before you break! I think we should play...twister." When he said twister, his voice lowered and sounded absolutely evil. He lowered his head and they wondered how he could see with those bandages. Again, the small child yelled a jutsu. "Dark Shadow bending: shadow dragon!" A giant dragon became visible in the black mist, it's completely black body made entirely of shadows looked hard to the touch and shone with an ethereal light. The shadow dragon lunged forward and smashed into the group, dispersing the shadows. Another jutsu; "Dark shadow bending: twisting shadows!" The darkness around the men materialized into multiple shadows and grabbed the men's limbs and twisted them all to a point where the bones stuck out of their bodies.
Getting bored, Daikumo shouted, "You guys are really boring. Darkness! Release!" The area became almost blindingly light to the 10 men laying on the ground, crippled and twisted beyond belief, to reveal nothing. No one was there. There wasn't even any evidence that he had been there, no foot-prints or disturbances in the air. Not even chakra residue. The walls surrounding them had gone back to normal, almost as if the entire thing had been a genjutsu, but their mangled forms spoke otherwise. The kid had left them there to die, twisted and bleeding on the ground.
Daikumo showed up at the training ground, fresh and clean, no signs of earlier fight showed. He had just arrived when Kaka'-sensei got rid of the storm genjutsu thing behind him and told them they pass. Daikumo looked in Kakashi's eyes and they came to a silent agreement. They both shunshin'ed to the Hokage tower, Daikumo disappearing in a burst of crows and Kakashi-sensei just leaving with a 'pop!' leaving an annoyed Sasuke, giddy Sakura, and excited Naruto in the clearing.
After a 'quick' stop at a dango shop, Kakashi and Daikumo finally showed up at Sarutobi's office to report to him on Daikumo's mission and Kakashi's team status. Daikumo told him a simple 'mission success' and Hiruzen told Kakashi he 'needn't worry' he had seen the whole thing threw his 'spying glass of perverseness!' as Daikumo called it after catching the hokage peeking on the bath house.
They walked home together, silently reading their books. At a fork in the road, the two parted ways, Kakashi heading left, Daikumo heading right, neither uttering a word to each other, obviously something they don't do.
A/N: I now realize how I could have made this story much better.