Chapter I: Tension!
[[ Author's Note: Story takes from where the manga had left off, with Kiba barely escaping the clutches of Sakon/Ukon. This story will not only continue the adventure of Kiba and Kiba encountering new characters. This story will give it's own take on what the Inuzuka Clan is like and hopefully, bring out the character of Inuzuka Kiba. ]]
The birds perched themselves onto green forest trees as they overlooked the stream that was flowing by inches away from the roots of the trees. A body, clothed in a tethered wife-beater and light gray/blue pants, was being carried down the stream on its back. The body was of a dark brown haired twelve-thirteen year old Inuzuka Kiba, genin of Konoha's Inuzuka clan. On the stomach of the unconscious boy, was a white haired dog who had also been rendered into unconsciousness. If one were to take a closer look at the boy, one could see kunai piercing at his own vital spots in the abdomen...along with bruises and cuts of all sizes covering his body. The body slowly drifted into shallow waters and came to a halt onto the rocky bank.
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Sakon cursed himself when he saw the gray/blue jacket that rested on a large boulder. 'So, the boy thought he could trick us'. Sakon reached over and grabbed the jacket that Kiba had left behind to be used as a decoy; as Sakon morphed out of his demonic Level 2 form. When he had returned to his original form he tore the jacket to pieces. 'Damn you, boy! Ukon, we're going to kill this kid!' He angrily thought, while looking back at his "sleeping" brother Ukon. Back into Sakon's original state, the sting of the acidic urine the dog left in his eye had amplified. 'Shit!' He walked over to the stream and started to wash his eye out, the urine seemed to have burned part of the outer layer of his eye. This caused his vision to a little bit on the blurry side. A couple days of rest and Sakon would be fine, thanks to the Cursed Seal Orochimaru had "blessed" him with.
Sakon knelt down and spat out blood, 'Damn canine bastard!' He thought, as he examined the wounds Kiba had dealt him. Never in his fighting history had Sakon encountered a shinobi, or anyone, that could find the guts to commit a suicidal offense against himself when Sakon had used his jutsu to "share" bodies. Sakon glared at puddle of blood on the ground, he was thoroughly ticked off that someone had exploited the weakness of his own technique. Especially at the fact that, "that" someone was just damn Konoho Gennin...'Damn...'Sakon, sat down where he was kneeling and began to contemplate his next move.
He hoped Tayuuya would be able to take that damned Uchiha kid back to Orochimaru. Sakon, didn't feel like completing the mission at this point. He was blinded by anger. Infuriated, all he cared about was killing that damn canine Genin. 'Damn it!' Sakon slammed his fist down into the ground with a loud thud and was followed by dirt flying in all directions. 'Tayuuya, you better bring that Sasuke kid to Orochimaru...I've to got to do one more thing before I can help you... damn filthy dog genin...'
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A shinobi figure was striding under foliage of trees, branch to branch. The shinobi skillfully maneuvered through the woods fast as an Anbu scout could, probably even faster. Not to mention, the shinobi's canine friend, a large adult gray dog resembling a wolf, was just as fast and tailed behind its master. On the shinobi's face were two streaks of red paint across his cheeks. The shinobi was wearing a gray and white hooded shinobi jacket that had ripped ends for sleeves. On his forearms were leather and metal forearm protectors that bored the marks of years of fighting. He had on black shinobi pants and worn out sandals. Completing this apparel was the shinobi forehead protector that had been tied around backwards on his neck. The forehead protector bounced up and down as the shinobi strode through the forest. On the metal plate of the protector was symbol of which country the shinobi from; the symbol was a leaf. Fire Country, it was a Konoha shinobi. From the Konoha headband, a canine companion, and the two red tattoo streaks on the shinobi's face, one could infer that he was from Inuzuka clan with guarantee.
The shinobi continued stride across the forest until he picked up a scent-- his nose had been concentrated with Chakra in order to smell across long distances. An olfactory-jutsu technique, unique only to the Inuzuka clan. It was the same scent that he had picked up about an hour ago...a scent all too familiar. 'Kiba? Inuzuka...Kiba?' The shinobi highly doubted it was, Kiba, the shinobi's nephew. Kiba, the son of his younger brother...
[[ Author's Note: Story takes from where the manga had left off, with Kiba barely escaping the clutches of Sakon/Ukon. This story will not only continue the adventure of Kiba and Kiba encountering new characters. This story will give it's own take on what the Inuzuka Clan is like and hopefully, bring out the character of Inuzuka Kiba. ]]
The birds perched themselves onto green forest trees as they overlooked the stream that was flowing by inches away from the roots of the trees. A body, clothed in a tethered wife-beater and light gray/blue pants, was being carried down the stream on its back. The body was of a dark brown haired twelve-thirteen year old Inuzuka Kiba, genin of Konoha's Inuzuka clan. On the stomach of the unconscious boy, was a white haired dog who had also been rendered into unconsciousness. If one were to take a closer look at the boy, one could see kunai piercing at his own vital spots in the abdomen...along with bruises and cuts of all sizes covering his body. The body slowly drifted into shallow waters and came to a halt onto the rocky bank.
***
Sakon cursed himself when he saw the gray/blue jacket that rested on a large boulder. 'So, the boy thought he could trick us'. Sakon reached over and grabbed the jacket that Kiba had left behind to be used as a decoy; as Sakon morphed out of his demonic Level 2 form. When he had returned to his original form he tore the jacket to pieces. 'Damn you, boy! Ukon, we're going to kill this kid!' He angrily thought, while looking back at his "sleeping" brother Ukon. Back into Sakon's original state, the sting of the acidic urine the dog left in his eye had amplified. 'Shit!' He walked over to the stream and started to wash his eye out, the urine seemed to have burned part of the outer layer of his eye. This caused his vision to a little bit on the blurry side. A couple days of rest and Sakon would be fine, thanks to the Cursed Seal Orochimaru had "blessed" him with.
Sakon knelt down and spat out blood, 'Damn canine bastard!' He thought, as he examined the wounds Kiba had dealt him. Never in his fighting history had Sakon encountered a shinobi, or anyone, that could find the guts to commit a suicidal offense against himself when Sakon had used his jutsu to "share" bodies. Sakon glared at puddle of blood on the ground, he was thoroughly ticked off that someone had exploited the weakness of his own technique. Especially at the fact that, "that" someone was just damn Konoho Gennin...'Damn...'Sakon, sat down where he was kneeling and began to contemplate his next move.
He hoped Tayuuya would be able to take that damned Uchiha kid back to Orochimaru. Sakon, didn't feel like completing the mission at this point. He was blinded by anger. Infuriated, all he cared about was killing that damn canine Genin. 'Damn it!' Sakon slammed his fist down into the ground with a loud thud and was followed by dirt flying in all directions. 'Tayuuya, you better bring that Sasuke kid to Orochimaru...I've to got to do one more thing before I can help you... damn filthy dog genin...'
***
A shinobi figure was striding under foliage of trees, branch to branch. The shinobi skillfully maneuvered through the woods fast as an Anbu scout could, probably even faster. Not to mention, the shinobi's canine friend, a large adult gray dog resembling a wolf, was just as fast and tailed behind its master. On the shinobi's face were two streaks of red paint across his cheeks. The shinobi was wearing a gray and white hooded shinobi jacket that had ripped ends for sleeves. On his forearms were leather and metal forearm protectors that bored the marks of years of fighting. He had on black shinobi pants and worn out sandals. Completing this apparel was the shinobi forehead protector that had been tied around backwards on his neck. The forehead protector bounced up and down as the shinobi strode through the forest. On the metal plate of the protector was symbol of which country the shinobi from; the symbol was a leaf. Fire Country, it was a Konoha shinobi. From the Konoha headband, a canine companion, and the two red tattoo streaks on the shinobi's face, one could infer that he was from Inuzuka clan with guarantee.
The shinobi continued stride across the forest until he picked up a scent-- his nose had been concentrated with Chakra in order to smell across long distances. An olfactory-jutsu technique, unique only to the Inuzuka clan. It was the same scent that he had picked up about an hour ago...a scent all too familiar. 'Kiba? Inuzuka...Kiba?' The shinobi highly doubted it was, Kiba, the shinobi's nephew. Kiba, the son of his younger brother...