-- Disclaimer: Once again, I say that, I do not own Naruto. I don't own any of the characters, never will. Too bad, no? But, yes, don't sue me. You won't get anything, anyway.. except some cosplays, a Kuroneko purse, some manga, and a cellphone. Sure, you could pawn the cellphone, but... eh. Why bother?
Characters for this are of course going to involve a lot of original characters. That's to be expected. If it comes to pass that everything I think up for this is dead-wrong in the way it should actually work, well.. too bad. It was still fun writing it. So, ha! Also, if anyone can spare some information on when Kisame became a Missing-nin, and more about the Seven Mist Swordsmen..? The only ones I know are Zabuza, Kisame, and Raiga, but Raiga I know next to -nothing- about anyway, so he really shouldn't count. Ha, ha.
This should be fun. Whoo! --
"The leaves are turning early this year." Quiet, thoughtful; eyes of a warm brown hue to match the voice drifted about their surroundings. Just a boy the source of the sound was, decked in dark blue, well-brushed black hair falling easily down to his shoulders. One small sandaled foot slowly stepped over the forests's final fallen leaf. Evening was fading into night. High above barren trees the last of orange was fading from the sky.
Behind the child moved a shadow. Strong, tall, a figure in the shape of a man, which loomed easily over the other. But his head tipped downward, to gaze upon the innocent boy constantly at his side. "Always so observant." A low musing of new sound; older, much deeper, further cementing the large difference in age between the two that appearance had shown already.
The compliment-- such simple words-- were responded to with a small smile and a nod. Nothing more. But silence descended, just like the increasing darkness, all around them.
Silence, devastatingly thick. Until the crackle of static rose only to die again on the cold night air. High above, a canopy of black--with the barest traces of blue--was carefully painted out, to be splattered with not only tiny sparkling stars, but also drifting clouds threatening to block out the only provided light. Off to one side resided the moon, glowing so proudly-- or was it amusement of what was to come?
Another crackle. Broken at first were the words that hissed to life: "--in place and ready to move?"
Across chapped lips ran his tongue; that sharp gaze narrowed. Reinserted into the hollow of one ear was a small headphone, and spreading across every inch of his facial expression was an unnerving smirk as his reply was murmured into the mouthpiece. "Give the word."