Past Regrets Chapter 3: The Attack, a naruto fanfic

Past Regrets

Chapter 2: The Attack

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Tetsu ran as fast as she could to the very edge of the forest. She jumped from rocks and trees and finally over the boulder above the cliff's peak. She realized she wasn't going to land lightly and teleported in another puff of smoke to the ground below her. She had now entered Kirigakure no Sato.

Her frosty blue eyes looked around, her raven black locks blowing in the ominous wind. She pulled her tresses back and tied them into a loose bun and began to walk forward. Her pale face turned even more flushed with fearof the town she'd entered.

She had never been to the village without Hisoka, let alone at night. She walked through the desolate town quietly and cautiously, flinching with every slight noise. Fires were among the crumbling rubble in arbitrary places, snapping and crackling as rocks and dust fell from the roofs to the ground. She glanced around at every angle, making sure no one was around. She gazed at a fallen building in front of her and stepped over poles and tiling to get to the front door.

This building was the most intact compared to the rest around her. Most of the straw roof had fallen in, but a lot was still up. The outside plaster had been knocked off and apart, revealing the iron rods and other structure materials that helped it stay aloft. Her feet crunched on the sediments as she stepped into the structure.

Her eyes shifted to the corner of the room when she heard a small squeak. A mouse scurried from his spot to a small hole at the base of the farthest wall. She stepped up into the room and walked over to the hole, kneeling down beside it. She rubbed her fingers together in front of the opening and pursed her lips, squeaking like the mouse did.

The rodent poked its head out of the hole and looked around squeamishly. Looking up at her, the mouse climbed over to her and sniffed her hand. Finding her passive, he climbed up her hand and into her palm. Tetsu smiled slightly, too naïve to realize that no normal rodent would succumb to a human.

Debris from the roof crumbled scattered the ground, making her jump and turn around. She looked up at the ceiling just as the rubble ceased falling, absentmindedly stroking the mouse's soft fur. The house became silent once more but for the pounding of the young ninja's heart increasing. The back of her neck began to sweat and her cheeks got hot when she started to feel like she wasn't alone.

Creeping slowly away from the falling patch in the roof, she bumped into the wall behind her. The mouse in her hand bit her sharply and she dropped the rodent, holding her bleeding finger up to the light. From behind her, a gloved hand grabbed her arm and grasped it tightly. She gasped and disappeared in a puff of smoke, reappearing several yards in front of the person. She glared and lowered her head, trying to look as menacing as possible.

The person in front of her through back its head and laughed richly in a masculine voice. The man's head was covered up to his eyes in a tight black long-sleeved shirt. His hitai-ate had the insignia of the Kiri no Kuni and it was wrapped tightly around his forehead. His gloves were attached to the sleeves of his shirt, which was striped on the shoulders with golden slashes. His legs were wrapped up in gauze up to the bottoms of his knees, and from his knees up were black and golden trousers. His feet were wrapped with fighting tape as well and were inside a pair of black zori.

The only visible part of the man was his eyes. They glistened with malice and burned a fiery and demonic crimson. He narrowed them at Tetsu and sized her up. He clenched his fists and gazed into her angered blue orbs, smirking wickedly through his mask.

"What might you be doing here?" he asked smoothly and in a sinister tone. Tetsu did nothing but stare into his eyes coldly. She flexed her fists and casually rested her hands on the shuriken holsters attached to the sides of her thighs.

"Uh, uh, uh," he scolded and waved his finger. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." She hesitated slightly but kept her hands on the straps. He began to advance slowly and before he could react, Tetsu grabbed four shuriken and swiftly hurled them at his body. They contacted his chest and face, spraying blood from every new wound. In a wisp of smoke, his body changed into a brick and it fell to the ground.

'The art of substitution,' she thought and glanced around, backing away from the brick slightly. She bumped into something and knew automatically it was the man. She turned around and sliced backward with another three shuriken and turned to face him. To her surprise, another brick fell to the ground.

'He's just toying with me,' she thought to herself, holding completely still as though if she did he wouldn't see her. She heard a rustling behind her and turned around to see the man with the same fiendish smile on his face. He held his pointer and middle fingers together on both hands and crossed them in front of his face.

"Art of the doppelganger!" he muttered under his breath as six imitations of himself appeared in a gust of blue smoke. Tetsu looked around and narrowed her brow. She knew he was a jônin, but not of the highest capability, so the imitations weren't flesh and blood. She cracked her knuckles, a sly smirk forming on her features. She never fought a true elite ninja without Hisoka, so this should prove to be interesting.

'Do as you please,' she thought and charged the men. They surrounded her and she skidded to a stop, throwing her arms up and with them, scattering dozens of shuriken. They hit every one of her enemies but one, and they all disappeared. The one man that was left smirked and she mimicked it.

"Not bad, little girl. But that was nothing," he murmured. He grabbed at his side and snatched a scroll that dangled from his hip. He unraveled it and leered at Tetsu, who stood waiting for whatever he had to dish out.

"Secret art of the kazaa blade!" he shouted out, shaking the building. Tetsu stood looking around with narrowed eyes. She leaned back and huffed with a wry grin on her face.

"Wind blade, my ass," she snickered. The man did nothing but smirk in her direction. She heard the sound of metal singing through the air and turned around swiftly to get a quick glimpse at a katana shooting at her in mid-air.

She dodged it narrowly, but it continued to sweep after her. It shot at her legs, stomach, and neck as she barely evaded every attempt to hit her. She turned around to see it coming at her head and she turned to the left, avoiding it again. Just as it shot passed her, she shot her hand out to grab the hilt, just to go straight through it as though it wasn't there at all.

"What?!" she gasped as the man made a surprise attack, dozens of shuriken and kunai knives shooting into her body. She choked and fell over as one hit her in the throat. Her mouth filled up with metallic-tasting blood and she coughed and sputtered, the thick liquid spraying everywhere. She sat up and looked at the man with fury in her eyes. He chuckled and leered down at the crumpled form as she tried to stand.

"The kazaa blade is a form of genjutsu, although I'm sure you figured that out when you couldn't grasp the katana," he mocked. She stood up weakly, her legs feeling as though every muscle was severed. She stuck her finger through the shuriken in her throat and pulled it out. Without warning, she flung it at him in a rage. He tilted his head to the side and grabbed the ninja star as fluently as though swatting at a fly.

"You won't get very far with a single star," he sneered. She grabbed at the makimono pouches on her vest to find them empty. "Uh, uh, uh," he scorned. "I took the liberty of taking scrolls from you while you were dodging my spell." She growled in a wrath, kneeling to the ground. Her legs could no longer hold her up and the loss of blood was making her dizzy. She fell forward onto her chest and coughed up more blood, completely out of ideas.

'How could I be so naïve,' she thought at herself angrily as the area around her began to blur. 'I should never have disobeyed Hisoka.' She spat up one more time before her world became black.

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Hisoka began to panic when he came upon the village. If she had gone in there alone at night, she was as good as dead. He hopped down from his perch on a rooftop and to the ground with a nearly silent 'thud.'

His emerald green eyes glanced around the area nervously, anticipating an attack at any moment. He whipped his head around when he heard the sound of something being dragged inside a building across the road. He slinked silently to the side of the building and peered inside to see a figure with something large over its shoulder. He heard something leaking to the ground and knew immediately that a battle had taken place moments before his arrival.

The figure exited the room through a hole in the ceiling. The person ran along the crumbling roofs with Hisoka running swiftly and silently along the side of the buildings in pursuit. The man hopped up a tower and into a belfry. He turned around to see if he was being followed and Hisoka hid quietly. Finding no one, the man turned and headed into the trap door bellow where the bell used to reside. Hisoka hopped up into the belfry and put his head to the ground to hear what was going on inside.

"I found her wondering around downtown," a man's voice muttered. There was a loud thud and a groan when something hit the floor.

"She's not that bad looking, either. I've never seen her around here, is she in any gangs?" a second man asked the first. A ruffling of fabric and zippers was heard when the other man answered.

"There's nothing inside her pack nor on her clothes that indicates she's of any enemy bands. The only thing that proves she lives here is the hitai-ate on her forehead."

"Then she was kept on the outskirts all her life," a third man's voice chimed in.

"Even if she was a member of a gang, she would have noticed the red stripes on my uniform. If she was a part our team she wouldn't have attacked," the first man stated.

"That's true. Do we know of anyone that lives on the periphery?" the second man murmured.

"No one important," the third man stated.

"Then we can keep her," the second man replied with hunger in his voice.

"I don't see why not," the first man responded.

Hisoka gritted his teeth. He knew that Tetsu was in there with a bunch of people that meant her harm. He clenched his fists and continued to listen.

"Lock her up in the cellar. This one will be our personal slave, we won't sell her," the first man affirmed. The other two grunted in understanding and Hisoka heard them pick up her lifeless body and take her down steps.

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The man Tetsu had fought looked up, aware that they were followed. He crept to the very base of the trap door. He leapt upward and exploded through the door, startling Hisoka and making him fly backward.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here," the man sneered and put on a cocky smirk. "It seems someone has come to rescue his girlfriend." Hisoka tossed the comment aside and stood up, looking at the man's wardrobe.

"Leader of the Akuma Triplets, I presume," he stated calmly. "Yasuo, is it?"

"Very clever," the man replied. "Have we met before?" Hisoka lifted the side of his hitai-ate and lowered the mask that covered most of his face. A bold scar wrapped from the right of his forehead, lead across it and down along his face, ending at the tip of his chin.

"When we were both boys," Hisoka responded, "you and your siblings sliced me up rather well." Yasuo's eyes glimmered with memory and his smug smirk widened.

"Okamura Hisoka," he muttered, "it's been a while."

"Indeed," the scarred ninja agreed and covered his face and forehead again. "Now return Tetsu to me."

"Tetsu? Such a nice name. It means 'strong as iron,' yes?" Yasuo asked smoothly. "She won't be so strong when I break her."

"You'll do no such thing," Hisoka seethed, his placid behavior diminishing.

"Oh but I will," he retorted, "and I'll love every minute."

"You're a pig," Hisoka growled, slowly moving to the scrolls on his sides.

"And you're a pest," Yasuo mocked. "And like all pests, you need to be exterminated." He began to manipulate with his hands. Hisoka whipped out his scroll, and unraveled it in front of him.

"Art of the Mist Ryuu!" Hisoka bellowed as the scroll began glowing with a white light.

"Secret Art of the Akuma Needles!" Yasuo shouted right afterward. His body glowed with a violent red light and it began to bristle. Shooting out of every inch of his body came huge needles that flew with trails of fire and burned white hot.

Hisoka's mist dragon shot out of the scroll and wrapped around his body, the needles absorbing into its flesh and protecting its master. The dragon dissolved along with the needles, canceling both of their moves.

"How did you know I was going to use that attack?" Yasuo asked, jumping backward and out of the belfry. Hisoka followed closely behind.

"I didn't know you were going to use the devil needles, but my Mist Ryuu can be either offensive and defensive," he replied slyly. Yasuo smirked.

"Clever move. However, the same attack can't be used twice on me." With that, he released the needles again. Hisoka jumped upward and unsheathed a katana at his side. He sliced through nearly all of the needles pursuing him, and charged the man. He slashed swiftly through the air multiple times, only to be evaded by the quicker Yasuo. His blade burned red from the fire of the needles, making a glowing trail in the air.

He attempted a last stab and scathed the man's shoulder. Yasuo reached with his other arm and grabbed Hisoka's armed hand. He twisted it, automatically making the sword drop to the ground. Yasuo huffed and twisted it further. Hisoka winced but then flipped in mid air the way Yasuo was turning his arm, and grabbed up his lost weapon. With the swiftness of lightening, he stabbed the man in the stomach.

Yasuo let go of Hisoka's arm and stumbled backward, loosing his balance and falling down the roof. Hisoka held firm to his sword before the man fell, and followed to finish him off. He landed silently beside the man, who was face down and sprawled on the ground. Hisoka pressed the blade to the man's neck and glared at the crumpled body.

"Get up," he commanded. Yasuo didn't move from his place. Hisoka's patience was growing thin. "I said get up." Groaning in pain, Yasuo lifted his head and looked up at the angry man.

"Wha-what are you going to do, huh?" he slurred, blood trickling down his chin.

"Where are they keeping Tetsu," he demanded. The wounded man grinned, baring bloodstained teeth. He gasped and coughed, a crimson pool surrounding him.

"You'll never have her," he choked, the blood spraying grotesquely from his mouth. Hisoka snarled and pressed his katana underneath the man's chin.

"Where is she," he snarled through clenched teeth. Without warning, a sharp, piercing pain was felt through his chest. A second stabbed through his stomach, then hundreds of small, razor sharp stings. He turned around to see Yasuo, clutching his stomach, his eyes penetrating his.

"You think a stab to the gut would keep me down?" he queried, a wry smirk upon his lips. Hisoka looked back at the man on the ground he was just interrogating and got a glimpse of smoke blowing away.

"Genjutsu," Hisoka said and looked down to see two katana blades had gone through his back and out his front. Shuriken and kunai knives were sticking out of him from every angle all throughout his body. He knelt down and looked up at his rival. "Clever."

"Indeed," Yasuo acknowledged. "You should be dead in a few moments. Should I leave you to die or make it a quick death?" he asked himself. Hisoka cast his eyes down, looking at the ground. His vision began to blur from loss of blood. Blood cascaded down from every cut, scathe, and wound he had just received. He breathed out slowly, the pangs in his chest increasing as his lungs filled with the crimson syrup. The blood freely flowed from his mouth now, never ceasing.

"Don't... harm... Tetsu," he demanded in more of a plea than a command.

"What are you going to do about it?" Yasuo asked, looking down at the pitiful mass of blood and torn flesh before him. Hisoka closed his eyes and fell to the side, the dozens of knives and stars pressing farther into his body.

"That's what I thought," the sinister man said and turned around, hopping back up to the belfry and out of sight.

"I'm sorry...Tetsu," the dieing man managed to say before letting out a last breath. 'I couldn't help you. Be strong and don't let that man hurt you,' he thought before his thoughts drifted silently away and his world became dark.

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Evil Kasumi: Wonderful questions! I was an idiot topost this and leave out so many details. When Tetsu was abandon, Iruka wasabout19-20 and had just began teaching.If you remember, Tetsu was 3, making him a father at the age of 16-17. The setting now is in the future compared to the current storyline in theAmerican manga.Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura are all in their 20s now. I'll explain the abandonment and his (Iruka's) situation in due time. Thank youfor the awesome review!

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