I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FANFICTION EXCEPT FOR MY OC. I DON'T OWN MUCH OF ANYTHING WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT...
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{\} ? POV {\}
He found himself seated in a dark and small room, with the only source of light being a dim lamp hanging from the low ceiling. He was confused and disoriented, his vision was blurred and his head hurt like hell. But he was alive. And that's what was important as of right now.
That didn't stop everywhere from aching all at once. Or one lamp being the only thing he saw that wasn't one of the four black walls that surrounded him. Or the distinct lack of feeling in his legs. The lack of feeling that's usually caused by paralysis.
Not to mention his hazy memory that refused to get closer to now than yesterday. When he was hanging out with his three friends.
He wanted to see more and clearer, but his head was pounding and his vision was blurred too heavily for a solid picture of anything to render internally. A Grimm picture was slowly being painted. One that the man was not a fan of so far.
'Poison...' The man noted through the mental swaying he felt, 'Neurotoxin?' He spitballed with a skull-splitting headache. It seemed about right with the symptoms he was feeling at the moment.
He then got up from his chair or whatever he was on starting with a quick tug of his arm. Or attempted rather, he tried to ready himself to stand, but it proved impossible as he was tightly bound by something thin. Thin and sharp enough to cut into his bare skin from just that small movement alone.
"!" He grunted from the sudden pain of razor-sharp steel digging its way into his soft flesh. Showing no other signs of pain otherwise. From there on it had dawned on him through a pounding migraine. He was stuck. Stuck more than originally thought as he was bound by ninja wire.
'Where am I?' the lad asked himself, looking in the only direction he felt was safe currently that wasn't straight ahead. It was at himself. With a slow and deliberate motion, he glanced down at his current situation.
It was then that he saw why his skin was cut so easily. He wasn't just strung up by ordinary ninja wire, he was tied up by a ninja wire that specialized in cutting bound victims, by being covered in tiny razors that serrated the already sharp wire. Alongside the fact that he was in nothing but a pair of shorts, any sudden movements or attempts to free himself would only cut the trap further into the skin and cause deadly gashes or infections.
The kind of specialized ninja wire only those near the top even know about. Far less have access to.
'Shit,' He thought at the sight. He was captured by a professional, or a team of them, and couldn't even remember how he got good wouldn't begin to describe how screwed his position was beginning to feel
By now, it was obvious what kind of situation he was in. He had been captured and subdued by an enemy nin. Placed in an interrogation room of the sort. And whoever was on I and T duty was due to show up sooner or later, hopefully, the latter so he can come up with a way out of this mess...
'But who? And why?' Those two thoughts rung between the man's ears for what felt like forever. Gnawing at his psyche non-stop until he made his next move seconds later.
A more deep and thorough memory dive still showed nothing of recent hinting to being in enemy territory. Not even a time of getting attacked or captured. All he got was him and his three friends getting drinks at the local bar before blacking out for no reason.
No matter how many times he went through his past events, nothing of substance would play out. It was as though someone actively sealed those parts of his memories away.
"Dokuro Kokkaku..." He kept going through those evocations so many times he didn't even realize the new addition to his place of captivity. Giving her ample time to walk into the room and sit on top of the table not too far before the man.
Hearing his name, he would snap up to the sudden introduction to the new stimulus. Forgetting the "don't move suddenly" rule he had set himself moments prior, he would jerk his head from looking down to galring upright.
Earning an extra two centimetres of sharpened metal teeth embedded into his flesh. Specifically the biceps and chest areas.
"I recommend you get comfortable..." The woman droned with a serious expression that soon got replaced with a widened grin, "Cuz you're gonna be here for a while."
_The Forest of death_
{\} 3rd person POV {\}
The forest of death was an enclosed area of dense trees that housed many deadly beasts of all kinds. House sized bears, highway sized snakes, massive flesh-eating insects and dangerous parasites roamed freely here. Meaning letting your guard down at any rank could easily put you in a hearse.
Which made it exactly its namesake: a forest of death.
Even with all of these blatant warning signs that were the massive carnivores and such, many shinobi in Konoha treated this red-level danger zone as a walk in the park or place of training. Which, considering their jobs, makes sense somewhat. "If you can live in the forest of death, you can live anywhere" That was the phrase many who train in the forest used to not die.
One of these brave souls was Chisuke Uchiha. A man who was currently fishing on a still body of water.
"Don't try to hide..."
On its surface, the highly trained ninja stood, his feet firmly planted and barely leaving any signs of ripples from his chakra. With a smile, he would pull out one of his kunai and press it on his open palm until it began to bleed. He stopped just when the skin was broken, allowing a few small beads of red to flow down the sharpened steel and fall in the water.
"Come on, I know you want it," He called, sounding more and more Hysterical with each word spoken.
A couple more droplets of blood drip by with nothing happening. Disappointing the older Uchiha, enough for him to add a little more pressure to his hand. Causing more bait to fall into the natural habitat of whatever hunter he was hunting.
Another couple of seconds passed by with nothing happening again. At first, that was what could be assumed. And it was what Chisuke assumed as well.
Until the water's surface began to rumble. It lightly rippled at first, then it quickly began to shake violently. Something was moving under that water, something very big and/or fast was barreling from under the murky surface.
The thing Chisuke was waiting for was seconds away from making its appearance. This brought a smile to the Jounin's face as he continued to distribute his bait. Taking away the blade from his hand and shaking it to continue the distribution, the water's surface ripples even further.
"Bite bitch!" Chisuke exclaimed in frustration from having to wait so long for his prey.
Even though he couldn't see anything from where he stood, the black-eyed male seemed to know exactly where his target was through the opaquely muddy water source he planted his feet on.
Soon after, the rumbling of the liquid had stopped. As if the source of the rumbling had ceased its movements. It didn't. It only stopped showing evidence of its movements. At least, that's what any seasoned resident of the forest of death would guess.
Which doesn't explain why one of them would only stand there and continue letting his hand bleed. Instead of moving out of the way, or preparing for impact, or something.
Instead, he continued to fill the wild animal(s). That was until the thing made its appearance. Moving at speeds no ordinary beast of the forest would usually go with. Enough so to surprise most mid-level Genin.
The first thing made visible was its head. Its mutated, bulbous, eyeless head. As it effortlessly pierced the water's surface with less resistance than a fat man going down a slip and slide, it seemingly caught the lad off guard by how he refused to do anything still. And all without making a sound.
Next to be seen were its massive and numerous rows of gnarly and serrated teeth. That, just as easily as its head had broken the surface, the colossal jaws that housed teeth reminiscent of daggers wrapped themselves around the owner's target of choice.
At least, it should've. Had said male not decided to disperse into a pile of white feathers the second the creature's mandibles had made contact with the Uchiha, apparently dying by a scuffed barracuda looking head ass predator was not on the man's mind. It was forced to carry on its journey empty-handedly and missing its target that had completely disappeared. Setting itself up to go flying into the stratosphere at Mach 3 thanks to the haste it manifested on its way up.
Or so it thought it would. But that wasn't on Chisuke's mind either.
Instead of becoming a flying fish, the thing was instantly skewered in the brain and rendered to only twitching occasionally. A long and jagged, bony almost, sword was halfway through its body from the front of its head. And holding it was the man himself. The illusion he had up as he waited for his victim to arrive dispelled, we see a smiling Chisuke with the fish in his grasp.
"Gotcha bitch!" He chuckled to the still twitching corpse readying himself to exit the semi-small opening of polluted looking water.
*MMRRRGGH!*
He was about to leave but stopped dead in his tracks and looked down when a loud growl bellowed and echoed from the depths below. Where he was met with a much less quiet and much larger version of the same beast he had on his sword.
*ゴゴゴゴ*
"!" Chisuke tried to react, but all that happened was a silent eye gaping before the beast under his feet made its move.
*SNAP!*
It happened in an instant. Swift and without warning, a massive longsword filled maw slammed itself shut around the man who dared intrude on top of its territory. He was enveloped in the jaws of death and perished. Or rather, the jaws of Death's Goldfish as it was referred to by those who managed to survive it even spotting them.
"!" It was the Death's Goldfish's turn to only have time to widen its eyes in surprise, if it had such useless organs considering its habitat.
*ZAAP!*
Because just as instantly as it had appeared, the oversized barracuda began to seize uncontrollably from a massive amount of lightning style chakra that suddenly flooded through its body. Causing it to shriek in a pitch most humans and some dogs couldn't hear before quickly retreating into the marsh it had come from.
Leaving not even the slightest bit of evidence behind as it retreated in a frantic panic. The gigantic fish practically disappeared as there was nothing that dared try to hint that it was anywhere near the surface. Then a still smiling Uchiha jumped down from a tree that was a decent distance away.
"Well damn," Chisuke huffed dismissively as he leaned his back on the tree he had reappeared from, "Somebody's pissed I took their kid... Oh well, nothing it can do now to stop me from making some damn good grilled fish." He grinned, looking at the still twitching corpse in his grasp with hunger.
With his final words said the male took a spin on his heel and promptly began walking back further into the treeline.
"Hey! Save some for me!" Well, he would've if he didn't hear a certain kimono wearer speak up from behind him with her arms folded and a warm smile that matched her voice tugging her lips. Yet again he was stopped in his tracks.
"Hmm," Chisuke began his response, placing a finger on his chin in a mocking show of deep pondering before he actually spun around, "Sure," Was the conclusion he gave with an uncaring shrug.
It was Yaiba. This time wearing a light violet variation of her favourite style of clothing with a lilac sash, both adorned with floral patterns all over them as she strutted over to her former team member's location.
All of which the older Uchiha found out from a quick calculation glance. He had a question for her cooking up in that head. A question he was more than likely accustomed to asking by that smirk that refused to leave his face.
"Do you wear anything else?" He asked "innocently".
"Says the guy covered in leaves..." Yaiba shot back.
About that.
The male was indeed covered by leaves from the neck down to his ankles. Leaves that seem to be both growing off of him and sewn together.
In a way that made the mixture of blades and flowerless bracts mimic that of an overcoat with matching pants that flowed freely in the winds. All adorned with one tiny scribble of Fuinjutsu each. So small that even the well-trained eye of the dark-haired woman before him could barely see the black marking on the dark green vegetation that encased the Uchiha from the half metre between them.
"Touche" Chisuke spoke as his grin shifted into a sheepish smile at the Inuzuka's words.
"I don't know why you like to wear foliage, but I like my kimonos due to how easy it is to switch with them," Yaiba would shrug. Turning her friend's features back into a grin.
"Any reason for suddenly interrupting your busy schedule just to talk with little old me?" The male asked.
"The Hokage wants to speak with you."
I know it's been a while since I've been on hiatus-
I-I'm back though, I promise!
Kinda...
This little series of mine is back and that's the important part. Expect an update somewhere in the middle of the week every other week with my other work appearing the week after/prior.
Anyways.
Ciao~
