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Chapter 7: Intruders
The sun stood high in the sky, watching over life underneath. Clouds gave the sun a wide berth, as though they were insignificant and weak compared to the bright yellow light.
The shinobi walked down the stone path leading towards his treasured hometown. A large farmer hat obscured his lowered face, his overcoat flapping slightly. Beside him was his large partner, wearing similar outfit.
Memories of the village flooded to the shinobi's mind, but he remained stern, years of experience evident. The village, the one that he protected so desperately, thought badly of him. Considered him a villain, a criminal. Which was exactly what he wanted.
"Itachi," said his partner, his grin undoubtedly underneath the pathetic hat material. "We have company."
The shinobi did not look up as he kept walking. There was no need to. The message was clear.
Two shinobis stepped in front of the pair, blocking the path.
"You're not from around here, are you?" asked one of the welcomers, a man with blue sideburns and a short beard. A lit cigarette was stuck carelessly in his mouth, smoke rising into the air.
"It's been a long time, Asuma-san, Kurenai-san," replied the shinobi calmly, removing his hat.
The welcomers widened their eyes, heart speeding up, fingers tightening. "Y-you're…" stuttered the man.
"Uchiha Itachi…" completed the other welcomer, a woman with long, flowing black hair and piercing red eyes.
"Heh," interrupted the shark-person, taking his hat off as well. "If you two know Itachi-san, then I guess I should introduce myself too. Hoshigaki Kisame. Nice to make you my acquaintances."
The bearded man lowered his face. "I'm going to eliminate you two right here."
The shark-man's grin widened. "Itachi-san," he said, his eyes never leaving his opponents. "You seem to be pretty popular in these parts."
"You two are S-rank criminals in the bingo book," stated the woman. "Itachi, you've got a lot of guts coming here after what you've done."
"Please refrain from being involved in my business," the shinobi replied. "I have no intention of killing anyone."
"That's not something you can say," the bearded man glared. "You came here for a reason. What is your purpose?"
Unexpectedly, the shark-man drew out his sword, smashing a small hole in the ground. "This person is quite annoying," he said, grinning still very much visible. "Let's get rid of him, eh?"
The shinobi closed his eyes. "Don't overdo it," he stated simply.
The grin grew wider, if that were possible. "Then it's settled."
The sword came down like a five tonne guillotine, bearding for the bearded shinobi. He bare had time to block the weight with his bladed knuckledusters, arms shaking from the immense strength of the wielder. The woman stepped back, forming complicated hand seals, then disappearing into thin air.
The sword slowly came down, overpowering the struggling man, touching his upper arm. The shark-person drew his sword back immediately, blue spikes bursting out of the bandage, scraping skin and flesh off the bearded shinobi. Blood flicked everywhere.
"My blade does not cut. It shaves," he explained delightfully, his eyes filled with violence.
The bearded man held his arm, clearly surprised at the level of his opponent. But he knew he had the advantage. The woman snuck up behind her opponent, ready to ambush them from behind.
Author's note: Wow, this chapter took ages to write. I had to refresh my memory by reading and watching the related chapter/episode. This fight scene took a lot more to describe than I first thought, so bear with me. Otherwise, reviews are welcomed, like always. Do give me feedback on what I can improve on, so that later chapters and fanfictions will be more awesome.
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