allright. part three of the

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This one's not as long as the others, and doesn't serve any real purpose to further the plot. Many chapters are going to seem like this. All I have to say is... This is my fic and I'll pretty much do what I want to. People are gonna be all like "WHY THE HELL DID YOU PAIR THEM UP!" or "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU CHANGED THAT!" or my personal favorite "ARE YOU HIGH OR SOMETHING! HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK OF DOING THAT!" but I don't care and never have. Even if it probably wouldn't happen in the manga, I want it to happen sooo...thats how it is...too bad if you dont like it. I hope you DO like it, but if you don't, its really not gonna break my heart...my cold, black, emotionless heart...

I dont own any part of Naruto. Not even a share of stock.

They kept on traveling. Ayane was now in what seemed to be a permanently cheerful mood. It annoyed the hell out of everyone else, except Junichi, surprisingly. Junichi and Ayane were getting along better, much to Kanoe's sinister pleasure. Though it only went as deep as a master-student type thing. Junichi knew what they were trying to do and decided to go with it. He knew that he needed her just as she needed him. If it isn't broke, don't fix it.

They set up camp again, just on the outskirts of the sand country. Junichi kept watch while scribbling in his notebook as usual. Ayane was off in the woods training on her own, always trying to improve herself to get Junichi's approval. Kanoe and Saotome…they went from playing dice to trying to cook things on the coals or even experimenting with different types of wood to see which would make less smoke. They had no success and simply rested they're food in the embers and amused themselves while they waited.

All was quiet and had been for some time. Junichi looked up from his scribbling and stared off into the woods. Something was there…It was hiding. A red light went of in Junichi's head and a siren screamed "danger!" at the top of its metaphorical lungs.

Then the kunai and shuriken came flying. Junichi didn't even jump out of the tree but just fell out, narrowly avoiding breaking something on his fall. In an instant, everyone was in battle mode. The instant the second volley came, everyone was already gone and one can of food was missing from the fire. Saotome was a moron.

Junichi had himself lain down flat on the ground. He cursed inwardly for not being able to detect his enemy sooner. He desperately searched around. Then he felt the subtle chakra signal right over him. He didn't move. As slowly as possible he reached for his two windmill shuriken and with all the speed and power he could muster, launched himself from the ground and threw the shuriken in both directions.

The hiding mist chuunin ducked under the shuriken that came his way. He grinned evilly as he leapt down towards his prey who had so willingly showed itself to him. No sooner had he landed though than a windmill shuriken tore through his torso and was caught by the boy standing in front of him. He didn't even have time to feel the pain or let his torso slide off from the rest of his body before his head was completely severed. As it fell on the ground it watched its own body fall apart. His last thought was a curse upon nerves for keeping his brain alive.

Kanoe was doing quite well. She had her prey picked out and was now simply toying with him. She grinned as she took out the wires she used and for which she was famous. Quietly she set her stage and slowly descended. Upon touching the ground she made sure she made a soft landing noise. The chuunin wheeled around and instantly charged at her. As soon as he did so, his left foot fell off of its limb, then with a twitch of Kanoe's fingers, the rest of his appendages followed in succession, ending with the splitting in of his body vertically, creating the killing blow. Kanoe was slightly disappointed she didn't get a smarter opponent and walked off boredly, trying to find the rest of her team.

Saotome was pissed off. He randomly cursed everything in existence that was curseable and then tried to make up some stuff to curse but then remembered the position he was in. He had a mist chuunin breathing down his neck. He reached quietly over to his guitar and without actually playing the notes, fingered each action that had happened thus far. He knew the song, thank god. He reached to his kunai pouch and drew a kunai in each hand. The first he threw at a tree that was off in some other direction making it seem like he missed. The chuunin wheeled towards where the kunai should have come from only to receive another kunai in the head. He fell like a sack of potatoes. Finally convinced he was out of danger, Saotome leaned up against a tree and began to eat some food out of a can he had taken when he fled.

Ayane was tired and decided to head back to camp. Idly she skipped back, happy that she had made some improvement on her ninjutsu. Junichi would be proud of her. She wondered for a second if he actually cared, but then put the thought out of her mind as she walked into camp.
"Hey every-" She began to greet but stopped her self short upon seeing the sight of the camp before her.

Junichi was sitting on a log next to a decapitated corpse, cleaning the blood off of his windmill shuriken and stacking forehead protectors from the mist country. Saotome was trying to pull a kunai out of another body's head and seemed to be struggling with it. Kanoe sat there happily humming something as she lit up a real fire and began to cook some sort of soup.

"What in the world happened here?" Ayane exclaimed "What are all of these corpses and why did nobody tell me what was happening?"

Junichi sighed "Know your surroundings Ayane…know your surroundings" was all he said as he went back to cleaning off his weapons.

Ayane sat down and starred of wildly into space. The rest of the night was silent, even as they ate Kanoe-sensei's soup that was actually not half bad. Not a word.