A note from Takeshi to...well...you!
Well, I got disguisted with myself over the Sharingan...so I might discontinue it. Anyways,
here's my (much better in my opinion) next fanfic.
Sadly, I do not own Naruto, *tears* but I would like to! ^^
"Speech"
*Thought*
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The walls were covered in blood, bodies everywhere. If you had walked into the scene you
wouldn't have even made it to the house without vomiting unless you had smelt massacre before.
Even the pathway was littered with bodies. The once prosperous clan, a large family, was
destroyed. They didn't all have it, the source of fear, the kekkei genkai, the
Ketatamashii-Maboroshi. The piercing eye... that's what the name meant. It was a power in the
eyes, evolved over time, much like the Sharingan, from the Byakugan of the Hyuga Clan. This
clan, they were the carriers of it. That's why they were feared, hated, despised, spat upon by the
others. They were geniuses, and that set them apart enough to enable others to drop their
humanity and kill them. However, it wasn't a mob that had killed this family, this clan, these
victims of hatred, no...it was their own Kage. The Kage of the Hidden Blade Village had
anhilliated his own followers...that's why the village dissapeared, the people turned on the leader,
the one who had done what they had all desired to do. However, they had seen their sins and
attempted to right their wrong. They attacked, and ensured the survival of one of them, one of
that Clan...
*Me...*was the thought that sprang into his mind. Wearing a hitai-ate headband with no symbol
on it over his eyes, short red hair spiked up in the front, pants cut in half on his right leg, a
shuriken holster there as well. An unbuttoned button shirt was on top of torso-covering chainmail
shirt (much like Shikimaru's) The boy was in a forest, strewn upon the soft grass in this small
open area, a miniature fire going. The fire was not for warmth, no, it was not for sight either, he
could see. Luckily for the conscious of the villagers, the Ketatamashii-Maboroshi was strong in
his blood, it had already surfaced. The fire was a symbol to whoever was looking that this boy
was alive and well, for the boy had many enemies, most unwillingly made his enemies, and it
was his small way of defying them subtly, but enough to infuriate them.
The memory of that scene, the scene his world had been turned upside down, would forever
remain in his heart and soul, etched with a blade covered in blood. His entire clan...demolished.
Only his brother lived long enough to see the Ketatamashii-Maboroshi one last time...and
congratulate the 4-year old child by giving him a headband of a village that no longer assisted,
for the villagers dispersed and kept the secret to themselves, only a select few knew of the
Hidden Blade Village...even less knew of it's demise...
The small 'camp' which the boy had set up was meager, a tent, the small fire, and a small animal
being roasted over the fire. The peaceful wind easily drifted through the leaves and brushed upon
his face, slightly chilling him. However, the wind picked up through the forest, and a sudden
darkness came upon the small camp the boy had set up. He shot up onto his feet, and retrieved
two tonfas that were next to him. Jumping to his left, he went to kick someone who wasn't
there...but was the next instant. The kick was barely blocked, but was followed up quickly by a
punch. The figure threw the boy back, and resumed a guarding stance.
"Who are you that intrudes into the Village of Hidden Leaf?" the man asked. He wore a
flak-jacket and a leaf hitai-ate.
"I look for the one called Copy-Ninja Kakashi of the Sharingan." the boy answered, smirking.
The opponent he faced was well-trained, a Chuunin no doubt. The jump-suit and vest symbolized
that. Any other village he would have thought it was a Jounin, but the Leaf Village he had
learned not to underestimate.
"You didn't answer my question." the man retorted
"I can't trust just anyone with my identity...." the boy said, "Besides, you wouldn't believe me if
I told you anyways..."
"Just try me." the man said, his voice going lower and lower. Subtle movements from the man's
torso and Chakara were suggesting a Jutsu was coming. The boy stayed silent, and the man
smirked, his reply was a flurry of hand seals.
*Focus...what's coming next..*
"Wind Tunnel Jutsu " the man yelled, activating his jutsu. But the boy was gone
"You're kind of slow for a Chuunin" the boy said, appearing behind the man. But he stopped
there, his bladed tonfa an inch from the man's throat.. Another Leaf shinobi was behind him,
kunai to his neck.
"You're kind of dumb for a shinobi." the newly introduced ninja said, "If you know anything
about this village you know how outsider's aren't allowed."
"I know all about this village. And if you know anything about me, you'll know I possess this."
the boy said, protruding a small necklace from his pocket, a gold chain with a Leaf symbol
imprinted on a dark emerald on the end of it.
"How did you....fine. But you're going straight to the Hokage." the second one said.
The trip was short and brief, a half-an-hour walk between the two men. He had found out they
were, in fact, Chuunin. When they reached the gates of the Leaf village they were promptly let in.
They were walking towards the Hokage's house when he saw him.
*Kakashi-sama...*
Kakashi Hatake was right there, standing near the ramen bar, talking with another man. They
didn't even meet eyes, but Kakashi definately noticed him.
*So Kakashi's a Jounin now huh? Heh...*
Well, I got disguisted with myself over the Sharingan...so I might discontinue it. Anyways,
here's my (much better in my opinion) next fanfic.
Sadly, I do not own Naruto, *tears* but I would like to! ^^
"Speech"
*Thought*
----------------------------------------------
The walls were covered in blood, bodies everywhere. If you had walked into the scene you
wouldn't have even made it to the house without vomiting unless you had smelt massacre before.
Even the pathway was littered with bodies. The once prosperous clan, a large family, was
destroyed. They didn't all have it, the source of fear, the kekkei genkai, the
Ketatamashii-Maboroshi. The piercing eye... that's what the name meant. It was a power in the
eyes, evolved over time, much like the Sharingan, from the Byakugan of the Hyuga Clan. This
clan, they were the carriers of it. That's why they were feared, hated, despised, spat upon by the
others. They were geniuses, and that set them apart enough to enable others to drop their
humanity and kill them. However, it wasn't a mob that had killed this family, this clan, these
victims of hatred, no...it was their own Kage. The Kage of the Hidden Blade Village had
anhilliated his own followers...that's why the village dissapeared, the people turned on the leader,
the one who had done what they had all desired to do. However, they had seen their sins and
attempted to right their wrong. They attacked, and ensured the survival of one of them, one of
that Clan...
*Me...*was the thought that sprang into his mind. Wearing a hitai-ate headband with no symbol
on it over his eyes, short red hair spiked up in the front, pants cut in half on his right leg, a
shuriken holster there as well. An unbuttoned button shirt was on top of torso-covering chainmail
shirt (much like Shikimaru's) The boy was in a forest, strewn upon the soft grass in this small
open area, a miniature fire going. The fire was not for warmth, no, it was not for sight either, he
could see. Luckily for the conscious of the villagers, the Ketatamashii-Maboroshi was strong in
his blood, it had already surfaced. The fire was a symbol to whoever was looking that this boy
was alive and well, for the boy had many enemies, most unwillingly made his enemies, and it
was his small way of defying them subtly, but enough to infuriate them.
The memory of that scene, the scene his world had been turned upside down, would forever
remain in his heart and soul, etched with a blade covered in blood. His entire clan...demolished.
Only his brother lived long enough to see the Ketatamashii-Maboroshi one last time...and
congratulate the 4-year old child by giving him a headband of a village that no longer assisted,
for the villagers dispersed and kept the secret to themselves, only a select few knew of the
Hidden Blade Village...even less knew of it's demise...
The small 'camp' which the boy had set up was meager, a tent, the small fire, and a small animal
being roasted over the fire. The peaceful wind easily drifted through the leaves and brushed upon
his face, slightly chilling him. However, the wind picked up through the forest, and a sudden
darkness came upon the small camp the boy had set up. He shot up onto his feet, and retrieved
two tonfas that were next to him. Jumping to his left, he went to kick someone who wasn't
there...but was the next instant. The kick was barely blocked, but was followed up quickly by a
punch. The figure threw the boy back, and resumed a guarding stance.
"Who are you that intrudes into the Village of Hidden Leaf?" the man asked. He wore a
flak-jacket and a leaf hitai-ate.
"I look for the one called Copy-Ninja Kakashi of the Sharingan." the boy answered, smirking.
The opponent he faced was well-trained, a Chuunin no doubt. The jump-suit and vest symbolized
that. Any other village he would have thought it was a Jounin, but the Leaf Village he had
learned not to underestimate.
"You didn't answer my question." the man retorted
"I can't trust just anyone with my identity...." the boy said, "Besides, you wouldn't believe me if
I told you anyways..."
"Just try me." the man said, his voice going lower and lower. Subtle movements from the man's
torso and Chakara were suggesting a Jutsu was coming. The boy stayed silent, and the man
smirked, his reply was a flurry of hand seals.
*Focus...what's coming next..*
"Wind Tunnel Jutsu " the man yelled, activating his jutsu. But the boy was gone
"You're kind of slow for a Chuunin" the boy said, appearing behind the man. But he stopped
there, his bladed tonfa an inch from the man's throat.. Another Leaf shinobi was behind him,
kunai to his neck.
"You're kind of dumb for a shinobi." the newly introduced ninja said, "If you know anything
about this village you know how outsider's aren't allowed."
"I know all about this village. And if you know anything about me, you'll know I possess this."
the boy said, protruding a small necklace from his pocket, a gold chain with a Leaf symbol
imprinted on a dark emerald on the end of it.
"How did you....fine. But you're going straight to the Hokage." the second one said.
The trip was short and brief, a half-an-hour walk between the two men. He had found out they
were, in fact, Chuunin. When they reached the gates of the Leaf village they were promptly let in.
They were walking towards the Hokage's house when he saw him.
*Kakashi-sama...*
Kakashi Hatake was right there, standing near the ramen bar, talking with another man. They
didn't even meet eyes, but Kakashi definately noticed him.
*So Kakashi's a Jounin now huh? Heh...*