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Futatsu no Pasu
Chapter 8:
Clash: The Eventual Battles Begin!
Roshi sat on a cliff top on the outskirts of the village of Iwagakure, taking a sip of something in a gourd that he kept at his side, feeling the warm liquid soothe his throat with a light burn. He eyed the world out of his reach with weak coal-black eyes that contrasted his red locks of hair. Residing ahead of his hair was a headband that looked like a three-pointed crown with the symbol of Iwagakure resting in the middle, two rocks that lay beside each other. He already sensed the two dangerous men that were approaching him, knowing they were possibly from the organization called Akatsuki that he heard such things about.
This didn't surprise him at all, having heard that the rogue shinobi of the organization had already captured the three biju that held one through three tails. He was well aware that he held the biju with four tails, a monkey. He chuckled at his situation, knowing that he probably wouldn't survive this fight with how old he was and him not having complete control over his biju, something that he was ashamed of. It was one of his lifetime goals to control and befriend his biju and he still didn't quite have complete control over that damned monkey!
He sighed as he heard the approach of one Hoshigaki Kisame, who was making a fierce, wide shark-like grin, holding the handle of his prized sword, eager to tear the old jinchuriki to ribbons of flesh and crimson blood. Roshi noted his partner with a grimace as he knew about the crimson eyes of the famed Uchiha Clan, the Sharingan, and the blank emotionless expression on the Uchiha's face, remembering when he heard about the massacre of the clan. After all, Iwagakure loved getting into Konohagakure's business and loved to explain everything that went wrong with the village to their residence, almost like they were gloating.
As if we are one to talk, looking at the state of our village, Roshi thought, sighing again as he rose up to his feet to look at his opponent. He already knew that the swordsman was the one that he would face, noticing the crossed-out Kirigakure headband on the shinobi's forehead. So, the Akatsuki know about my Lava Release jutsu, knowing that they brought a shinobi like this one.
The old man looked to see Itachi staring at him for a moment before turning back and going into the forest that they came out of, resting underneath the tree. He said this to his partner before sitting down. "You can go ahead and handle him, Kisame… You wanted to face him alone anyway... So I'll let you have your wish and allow you to take on your target by yourself."
"Then, who's your target, Uchiha-san?" Roshi merely said, wondering if one of them had Han.
"Don't worry," Itachi calmly said to Roshi, looking at the man. "I have the jinchuriki of the Kyuubi, Uzumaki Naruto, who resides in Konohagakure, someone you certainly don't know." Itachi looked off to the side. "Though the other jinchuriki that resides in this village of yours seems to have not put much of a fight from what I heard, accepting that this was his fate and that is how his fate was sealed."
Roshi never really paid attention to Han to be honest, but he still felt something for him. After all, they were both jinchuriki. The old shinobi began to make hand signs until he knew he was ready, smoke coming out from his mouth as he spoke. "I may be old, but I won't go down like Han. I'm going to put up quite a fight!"
Kisame had his grin widened on his face as he moved his giant blade from his back, ready to go at any time with the old man. "That's more like it, old man. I can't wait to tear you into ribbons!"
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Kakuzu put his hand on his shoulder, turning his head as the bone cracked and he relaxed. Hidan just scowled, wanting something to happen as this walk through the forest that ravaged the Land of Fire was a boring and silent one. He didn't like that one bit.
"'Ey," Hidan said, clearly irritated with their situation and got even more mad when his partner put a hand in front of his face. Hidan barely could resist taking out his scythe and slashing right through that arm. "What is it, you greedy bastard?"
The immortal looked at the Jashinist and looked completely serious. "I think someone is watching us…"
The man just grinned widely at what his partner said, drawing out his weapon of choice like an eager child. "You should have said something earlier! This trip has been nothing but a fucking bore! I finally get some action and get to sacrifice someone to Jashin!"
Kakuzu groaned at the way his partner was acting, already eager to go in for the kill. "Just because I sense someone doesn't mean it's time to go all out, Hidan… After all, we may encounter that Uchiha Sasuke that boss told us about or the Kyuubi jinchuriki. If we encounter the jinchuriki, he may have that Hatake Kakashi character with him and they probably got intel on us from that group of Asuma's."
"Sorry to disappoint," said a voice from behind Kakuzu before he felt a katana strike one of his hearts, deeply surprising him, "but I'm not the jinchuriki you're looking for or the Sharingan Kakashi…" The voice's body pulled out the blade swiftly with skill before jumping back from Hidan when he attempted to swing his big, long scythe. "Hopefully you can make due with me…"
"And who are you?!" the always trashy mouthed rogue shinobi asked the man with the sword.
"I'm Bushido Kisuke," the shinobi merely said, his sapphire blue eyes cold as a winter's night on an ocean, "your undertaker."
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Yamato sighed, not really liking what he was assigned to do. He had to guide three chunin that had just lost their sensei to two Akatsuki members that had killed their sensei in a mission for revenge.
I wish I could have just been with Kakashi-taicho's group, Yamato thought, wondering what he was doing right now.
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A blond shinobi was racing through the forest, his eyes like ones that a frog or toad would have with pupils that seemed like a minus or subtract sign. His eyebrows scrunched downward toward his nose as his stare was only fierce and forward, showing that he really wanted to go to his destination, wherever that may be. The fabric of his metal plated headband danced with the wind, flowing back in forth, almost in a rhythm until the wind got bored and started to shake things up a bit by forcibly shaking the fabric wildly like the breeze suddenly became a storm. He moved swiftly with his arms flung back, out of his way, almost flailing in the open air as he dashed through the trees like an expert in familiar territory, a person that had been on this path all his life and knew all its secrets.
His hands were forced to suddenly fling in front of his body as they began to form a hand sign that just looked like a plus sign, an extremely familiar hand sign for this teen. Suddenly, two copies of himself appeared beside him and raced with him to where he felt a pretty huge surge of energy. His legs maneuvered fast and skillfully, obeying their master's commands to a tee as he approached where he felt the three signatures of power. He and his clones hid behind some trees, looking out carefully in direction of the sources. What he saw really freaked him out.
There were creatures, things made out of some kind of black thread substance that had masks as faces with a creepy man that had these threads almost spilling from his body. The teen looked at the ground beside the man to see a familiar object, a cloak of darkness that had the design of red clouds around it. He glared at the cloak as he looked at the creep's opponent. His eyes widened at the familiar spikey shadow black hair and coal eyes on this person along with this person's two samurai-like swords, katanas that the guy wielded with expertise, obviously knowing how to inflict bodily harm on anyone that came in his way. The teen, then, moved on to the next set of dudes.
One of them wore the cloak that his partner had a copy of, obviously a part of that organization. His weapon looked to be a long and huge three-pointed scythe that was red and black and the way the man laughed and jumped while using and holding it slightly impressed the blond. His toad-like eyes moved toward the maniac man's opponent, seeing another familiar face that had a pair of thin, black glasses. He saw the man hit the familiar face, making the man's wicked smile turn into a manic grin and it quickly churned out crazed laughter. The man moved his scythe toward his mouth, licking blood from one of the three blades on the deadly weapon, causing him to form some kind of circle on the ground and his body to go black except his face which was white.
He kept laughing about a ritual as he stabbed his chest, causing the glasses wearing shinobi to hunch over, cough out blood and fall over. The laughing Akatsuki member just kept laughing until he saw the body turn into a glob of mud.
"Shit, it was a fucking mud clone!" the man yelled in rage as the glasses wearing shinobi snuck behind the man and attempted to grab his scythe. Sadly the man noticed this, twirling his scythe with skill and attempting to strike near the shinobi's cheek, barely missing as he dodged the wicked blade and moved backward to a safe distance. The guy scowled at the glasses-wearing teenager. "It looks like you're stronger than you fucking look, shithead!"
The teenager smirked at the Akatsuki member's insult/compliment. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Now's my chance to strike that man's weird black masked dudes! the hidden blond shinobi thought, gathering chakra quickly with his clones while his eyes were still like a toads, morphing his chakra into a mix of a shuriken and a Rasengan. Sadly, this drew attention to him. Shit, I have to move quickly so that he doesn't have a chance to dodge my attack!
The blond rushed out of the coverage of the forest trees, catching the attention of everyone in the area as he threw the jutsu he had just created right into the Akatsuki member with the black mask creatures. The Akatsuki member noted the whisker marks on the face of the blond, knowing that this shinobi was obviously the Kyuubi jinchuriki. He made the masked creatures that remained zoom toward the blond, but the jutsu expanded as the other shinobi got out of the way.
The Akatsuki cursed the jinchuriki as he began to feel the jutsu attack every cell in his body, making him scream incredibly at the pain, seeing his other hearts turn into little dots of black and eventually into nothingness. The jutsu, then, faded, showing the crater that the jutsu made as the blond breathed out heavily; his eyes changing into cerulean spheres as his clones became nothing but a cloud of smoke.
"So," the blond said, looking at the two shinobi before him with the Akatsuki member, "who are you guys again?"
The two Iwagakure shinobi hit their foreheads with their palms as the blond did not remember them at all since he saw them last. The samurai-looking shinobi with spikey black hair and cerulean eyes that were similar to the blond's looked at said blond as he held a sweat drop expression and said, "You really don't remember me, dumbass. I'm Bushido Kisuke of Iwagakure!"
The blond narrowed his eyes and looked closely, remembering the shinobi from when he first met him in the Chunin Exams to when he came to Iwagakure. "Oh, I remember you now!" And he looked at the glasses wearing dude and remembered who he was. "And you're the eagle boy!"
The shinobi grew a tick mark on his face as he yelled, "I'm Washimura!"
Then, suddenly, a three-pronged scythe rushed past the two Iwagakure shinobi and right into the right side of the blond jinchuriki of Konohagakure, showing a wicked grin on his face. "And I'm Hidan, the one that will make you see the glory of Jashin!"
