Well, first fan fic ever. What I had wanted to do was attempt a pen painting of sorts, capturing the various minor characters of naruto. I personally view the major characters with distaste, for they seem terribly flat, static, and at worst, a bad re-hash of Dragonball. So, hopefully if this gets the right response, I'll try some more pieces on the other characters. But, if all of you insist on crappy whiny morons like sasuke and naruto, I'll go spend my time on more constructive ends.

His eyes flashed argent as his form leap fluidly into a ring of foes, hair of twilight black fanning out momentarily – suspended there against the verdant hue of the trees behind him, in perfect stasis with each falling leaf. The light caught his poise of finesse and agility – as a bird of prey must look as it began its deadly descent. Landing with the slightest of sounds, feet in perfect balance and senses heightened in anticipation, their confusion as seen in their posture – the quivering lip and shaky had, all were made evident to his keen unwavering gaze. They had expected a cornered prey, a simple task to finish off one already caged and isolated, not one who readily flew towards danger. The ghost of a smile haunted his lips as he came to this realization – how wrong they were. And so, began his deadly dance.

His eyes drew in everything, as they have drawn in before the paleness of despair and the forlorn void of inevitability. But now, such empty expressions were gone, replaced by the alabaster of hope, the unblemished radiance of purity, and above all the silver argent of cold, un-distilled fury. Nimbly dodging the paltry attacks of his foes, he sprang, gathering his essence around him – so strong that it almost visibly shimmered as an azure flame dancing along his being. Lashing out, limbs flying in fluid suppleness, the slightest touch from such a creature so assured with himself, and of such noble bearing, was deadly as the sheer force of his Self easily erased his faceless foes, His motions and elegance met the enemy face on, a divine spinning nucleus of energy and dynamic force – never had beauty been so aptly intertwined with such deadly precision. Absent were the usual cries of battle, the hoarse shouts and dying screams – only a silent ballet of deadly dancers, movements in slow motion duet with moments , a visual farrago of enchanting death and sanguine expression.

It was over far sooner than he had anticipated, his foes lying in comatose heaps – still faceless and empty. Glancing up, he spied in the distance a lone solitary bird riding the thermals of dying day, free to soar amongst the zephyrs. Reaching out, he clasped the empty air inform of him.

Someday...