I just realised how hard it is to juggle multiple 'in-progress' stories...
*sigh* maybe I should just shut of my imagination, it doesn't exactly help with all the new ideas it stuffs in my head.
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"Lord Hokage, please let me carry on from here."
"Very well, Hayate."
The man turned away from the Hokage to face the Genin in front of him. He had dark circles under his eyes and was quite evidently very very ill.
"Hello, my name's Hayate Gekkō and I will be your proctor for the third test." He glanced round at the students. "Eight teams." he murmured, glancing at Anko with a single raised eyebrow, Anko glared back and sighed as it was quite evident who Hayate was blaming for the amount of teams allowed to pass.
"As there's a lot of you," he stated, seeming to come to a decision very quickly, "we're going to have to hold some preliminaries." He eyed the group, looking at others longer than most. "If any of you feel like you're not in top physical (or mental) condition, you can choose to step down immediately."
"Talk about not being in top physical condition!" whispered Ino, looking Hayate up and down.
"Quiet at the back please." He looked at the group and realised he hadn't made himself clear enough. "Just so you know, we're holding the preliminaries now, straight away, so you won't have any time to 'rest and recuperate' before the match, unless you're picked last, of course."
Unsteadily, four hands made their way into the air: Kabuto Yakushi, Ino Yamanaka (Whom had got injured in the bomb blast), one of the rain village kunoichi and Tenten (I don't want to know what happened to her).
Kabuto spurted some lie about being injured in a fight, his eyes never wavering, but just as he was leaving the room he looked straight at the sound village's Shinobi, Orochimaru.
Ino Yamanaka was a bit more worse for wear, she was still bleeding and limped as she stumbled from the room.
The rain village kunoichi had a cut on her cheek and an arm in a makeshift sling, she glared and Neji Hyūga as she walked past.
Tenten was a mass of bleeding cuts and gashes that oozed puss, she'd evidently been attacked my numerous poisoned plants and animals. The proctors, and the Hokage, were impressed; no one had ever survived being poisoned in the 'Forest of Death'.
When those three had left there were twenty candidates ready for the picking. Hayate checked each one out, they looked strong and he guessed that at least a couple of the fights would be interesting.
-0000-
Sasuke faced his opponent, a light smirk playing on his lips.
"Begin!"
His opponent, a Shinobi from the sound, dived at him, Zaku Abumi grinned, he didn't know what this little boy was capable of and thought he had the match in the bag.
He brought his arms up, ready to blast the squirt into oblivion, but noticed something to late. Sasuke's eyes had taken on a red colour and had two comer shapes in it.
Zaku blinked for a second the smirked. He had no idea what that thing was, he thought it was a visual genjutsu, an illusion, to catch him off guard. And no way was he falling for that.
He dived forwards, bringing his right arm up, ready to blast 'that little squirt' into oblivion. He wasn't expecting what happened next.
Sasuke twisted in midair, moving his body so he was completely out of the way of the funnel of air, he then brought his arms up and grabbed Zaku's right arm, twisting hid backwards. Zaku cried out dropping to one knee and clutching his arm. He glared up at Sasuke.
"You're dead, bastard!"
Sasuke grinned and jumped into the air, landing on the other side of the room, his eyes entirely focused on Zaku.
Zaku stood up and backed away to the wall. Not because he was scared, but because he had a plan.
Zaku brought his unbroken arm up and blasted air through the room, the funnel got wider and wider until there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Sasuke was thrown against the wall. His head jerked back and slid down to the ground in a pool of blood*.
"This match goes to Zaku Abumi." stated Hayate. "On to the second match please."
Medical Shinobi came in and took Zaku to mend his arm. They lifted and unconscious Sasuke onto a stretcher and hardly noticed the wide-eyed form of Sakura as she watched him carried out of the room.
"Is he going to be ok?" she murmured.
"I'm sure he'll be fine." smiled Kakashi gently.
-0000-
"Right, ummm, *cough*, let's move on to the second match, shall we?" Hayate dissolved into another, short, round of coughing before gesturing to the unseen technologically advanced Shinobi to choose the next names.
Every eye travelled up to the board and read the names:
Yoroi Akadō
vs
Kankurō
Kankurō grinned evil and jumped over the banister, landing lightly on his feet in the area below.
Akadō stared at the name, as if willing it to change, why me? Why does it have to be me, why not that self-important bastard next to me?
"You gonna come, baka? Or do I have to drag you down?" smirked Kankurō, there was something unrealistic about him, something that chilled Akadō, but the well trained Shinobi complied at walked down the steps slowly, each step seeming to drag on forever as he got closer to the boy. Akadō looked at Kankurō, the unrealistic tinge to him was still there, something off that Akadō just couldn't quite put his finger on. Though Kankurō still had that evil little grin on his features, though it wasn't as real as Akadō had seen before, and Akadō watched for even the slightest twitch in the ninja in front of him, but there was none, Kankurō didn't move, not a millimetre, and it heightened Akadō's senses to show him that something was off. Kankurō's eyes didn't glint with the same evil, his paint seemed slightly off from the position Akadō had seen early, Kankurō stood as still as a statue and Akadō didn't know what to make of it, it wierded him out. Not that Akadō was going to show Kankurō that.
Kankurō could feel the bandage around him, it was a good job he wasn't claustrophobic, otherwise this technique would be impossible. Kankurō shut his eyes and allowed himself to see through his puppet, Karasu. Kankurō looked the man in front of him up and down. To Kankurō, Akadō Yoroi was a simple man, not that Akadō's facial expressions were easy to see, due to the mask Akadō wore. But Kankurō had perfected the art of telling someone's emotions by looking in they're eyes. Kankurō was scaring Akadō, he could see it, and Kankurō smiled. He was purposefully making his puppet act slightly off, slightly less like himself, to scare this Akadō guy, and Kankurō could tell it was working. The Shinobi Kankurō was facing didn't seem at all spectacular, and that's all that Kankurō had seen. Kankurō didn't know that, if for the fact that Orochimaru had ordered for him to win, that Akadō would probably have beaten him and left him to die. To Kankurō, Akadō was just a wannabe.
And then the fight began.
-0000-
Me: Cliffhanger, YAY!
Akadō: If you think I'm going to let that Tonchiki win!
Kankurō: I'M NOT AN IDIOT, SHIMATTA!
Me: Kankurō, at least if you're going to say 'damn it', say it in English.
Akadō, don't call Kankurō an idiot, numbskull, cretin, or whatever it means!
Kabuto: This is what I put up with, Akadō can't help himself but argue.
Me: THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END! I feel sorry for this noroma!
Akadō: And she complains about us! For you folks who don't know, noroma means dunce, clod, ect.
Me: Che!
Kankurō: Now that's just plain swearing!
*Anyone guess that I don't like him?
