Aurora Borealis

by Blue Lone Wolf 2574

Reposted. Naruto and the gang are returning from a D rank mission, and suddenly, Sasuke is kidnapped! Can the group retrieve their missing member before something bad happens? Read and find out! No flames and possible NarutoXSasuke IrukaXKakashi

6. Chapter 6: Ice And Silence

Here we go once again! Another chapter, another adventure to slowly unfold before your eyes every time you scroll down. Ah the glory of One could live like royalty, enjoying the beautiful creations brought unto you by their hard work, lively imaginations and efforts to get a decent review. As one of 'them', I will do the same in bringing them the same entertainment they and I crave. A decent remainder: all of the characters except for the teachers are in their late teens. Like 17 and over. Right. I'm sad to decline any possible claim on Naruto and its characters, but the people you don't know as mentioned in past chapters are indeed mine. No thievery of them please. No flames, honesty hurts but rocks and enjoy!

"iii" speech

iii thoughts/telepathy

iii spirit speech/conversation

Chapter 6: Ice and Silence

Sound meant nothing by this point. His mind was practically swimming from the disgusting stench that clouded his senses and sent his mind reeling into oblivion, his movements sluggish and useless. The swing of the sack was irregular and sickening, making him want to hurl. It'd stopped cackling a while back, taking relief in the blessed silence. Sasuke tried to remember if he'd heard Naruto's voice through the rough fabric, yelling angrily only to be cut short by something the creature said, who muttered something else and the nauseous swinging began all over again. Is Naruto dead? No way that dobe would give up that easy… then why did his voice just… stop? Did that thing do something? Wait… why do I care? Okay, escape time once again.

His limbs protested to the movement, but he kept moving anyway, hoping his thoughts on Naruto's condition were wrong. Getting into gear took what seemed like hours, and probably took nearly two to grip another kunai to aim at the sacks' nasty insides. But before he could make his move, the thing stopped abruptly, tense and agitated at yet another delay. A sudden sensation told him that his elevation was going… down. Hitting the ground, Sasuke grunted in pain and annoyance almost involuntarily, taking note that the air was colder and the ground crunched under the bag. Snow. Great. Just great. As if my day could get any worse.

Ignoring the last thought, Sasuke inched toward the bags' opening and freedom. Maybe even decent air. This thing reeks. Kunai in hand Sasuke crawled with a suppressed groan onto white earth, almost regretting leaving the bags' protection from the elements. Almost. Like a soldier in training, he crawled using his elbows as his temporary legs hoping to increase the distance between him and the creature that so ceremoniously put him a stinky bag. Twice. Another helping of Stink and Sleep City wasn't on the flight plan today. He'd probably gone several feet trying not to grunt or hiss at the pain in his limbs and the sting of snow on his exposed skin before the thing noticed its escapee moving slowly away, leaving a so very obvious trail of his progress on the ground behind him. "HEY!" it nearly roared, sounding pissed, stomping over to the weak-limbed teenager. "Can't be letting you get away now can't we?"

Hissing from the pain in his neck as he was lifted from the ground by his scruff, Sasuke could only whisper, "Bite me you sick freak."

"Oh ho! A little on the snappish side are we? A little brainwashing, some training and some discipline will straighten you out nicely."

"Brainwashing? Training?" he whispered tiredly, his confusion and some fear showing on his pale face.

"Oh yes, precisely. Come this time tomorrow, you won't remember anything from your pathetic little world. My master will see to that. Not even the strongest of your kind can save you now." It chuckled at him, breathing its nasty breath wafting into his face, its disgusting yellowed grin making him shiver in revulsion. "What'd you do to Naruto?"

"So that's the name of the bright-colored pest? Stupid isn't he? I'll enjoy killing him later." It said smiling, making some of its stitches to pop and creak like worn leather. Shaking with anger and Sharingan eyes narrowed, Sasuke struck at that mocking face with his kunai, getting the thing right in the forehead. Instead of letting go and falling to the ground, it just smiled all the wider and with its free hand, plucked to kunai out of its head and deliberately stabbed Sasuke in the right shoulder, making him yell in pain. "Maybe now you'll think twice about escaping. Now where…?"

A blur zoomed past quickly, catching the thing off guard. Pausing in midsentence, it turned suddenly, attention brought elsewhere and making it go on edge. Confused at its actions and amazed by its immunity to his attack, Sasuke started to struggle against its grip on his neck. Such movements proved futile and really stupid. Uchihas weren't supposed to do stupid things. The effects of the bag made his movements lethargic and almost like noodles. And to top it off, his arm was stinging from the wound the thing had given him, his mind starting to swim again, heading back into unconscienceness. Eyesight starting to fade, Sasuke was barely aware of the things' angry yell, swinging the teenager at whatever was attacking it, only for the opponent to dodge causing the boy to go flying, crashing onto the cold ground with a loud pained grunt. The sound of blade on blade rang in the distance as Sasuke struggled to remain awake.

--Different POV—

The figure parried and dodged the things' arm blade, coming close to the nearly comatose hostage who was bleeding dangerously at the right shoulder. Hearing the pale teenager grunt upon hitting the ground, the new attacker immediately assessed the situation to be of more importance. By the sound of his limbs, he's been in the bag too long. They must think he's a worthy catch to treat like that. I need to end this quickly and get him somewhere out of sight. Blocking and dodging the coming attacks, the figure decided to go on the offensive. Their own arm blade out and ready for business, the figure struck at the creatures' own right shoulder, sending blood gushing to stain the snow in bright purplish-red liquid. Angry at being outmatched, the creature hissed like an angry wildcat and retreated down the street, leaving a trail of life's river on the ground cursing and turning back every now and again to glance at its attacker warily with fear and uncertainty.

Once the nasty presence disappeared into the horizon, the figure's arm changed back to a regular one like a water-rippled mirror image. Turning to the teenager lying on the ground several feet away where he'd fallen, the figure started to approach, wary of the blade still in his hand. Upon reaching the prone form, the figure took to looking at him through a pale mask of well-crafted clay. One hand grasping the air, it moved to touch and hopefully be able to move the teenager to a safer location. No sooner had this thought come to pass, the teenager shifted, groaning. Freezing with caution and indecision, the hand withdrew the figure's side wary and alert for anything the kid could or might dish out.

--Sasuke's POV—

He felt light-headed from blood loss and being tossed like a rag doll several feet into the air and across the landscape. This thought made him really nauseous, his stomach threatening to heave all its contents up his esophagus and out of his mouth onto the ground. Groaning again, softly this time, as he struggled to sit up and open his eyes. The sitting up wasn't going to occur anytime soon so he went with opening his eyes instead. All was blurry to him, the world spinning, his ears ringing, snow beginning to fall. A dark blur stood over him, just standing there as though waiting for him to say something, attack or just get up and walk away. Staring up at it just standing over him doing nothing was puzzling. What is that? What does it want? Is it another one of those things? Can't think now… have to… get… up…. Silvery-blue eyes gazed into his emotionless onyx ones. For a second, he thought he saw pain and sadness in those strange pools. They were detached from anything binding, loose of the chains that held even the wildest of spirits down. The figure's mask of white clay shimmered in the gray light. The black oblivion of sleep kicked in again as Sasuke fell victim to the peace and silence of it, uncaring of the figure and the snow falling on his face.

--Different POV—

The figure remained still for another minute before reaching again, with both hands now, to pick the boy up from the frosted ground. The black eyes that had opened had stared into the strangers' with a distant pain and loneliness that the stranger could understand perfectly. A connection was there now. Probably won't last long. Every time, I swear. The stranger thought, walking down the avenue holding a new bleeding burden. Walking seemed more pleasing and relaxing than just teleporting or running everywhere, and it could bring relief to even the most troubled mind if they let the matter go long enough to enjoy the scenery. The figure loved to just walk. Other forms of transportation in the past had proven troublesome, annoying, noisy, and very displeasing. Subways were okay if a hobo wasn't in the same car as you or a baby crying as the mother did the wrong things to shut it up. Driving was a pleasure until something got in the way or if there was a traffic jam all the way to New Zealand and back. Planes seemed enjoyable at first, at least expected to be interrupted by yet another baby, noisy engine, or some jerk just waiting to get his ass kicked if he didn't get off the cell phone in less than two seconds. Skates and blades were disasters waiting to happen and bikes were just death on two simple wheels that waited until the opportune time to go faster, spin out of control, the brakes to fail, then crash into a tree or light post. Or was it a car that does that? Yeah walking is way better. The stranger thought, the walk having gone on for nearly ten minutes by now.

Turning corners, slight shortcuts, disturbing fighting cats, sleeping dogs raising their heads only to turn away while others ran yelping, tails in-between skinny legs. Coming to an apartment nearly twenty minutes later, the figure walked through the door with their bundle in arms. Though it was closed, maybe locked, they walked on as though the thing wasn't even there. Going up stairs, bypassing many doors untouched, heading for only one. The fourth floor was reached before the stair traveling was discontinued, walking down the hall to the end, not stopping then to use the handle. The other doors on this floor were also untouched, but had a feature that few except the last door had the most: a white blotch that stretched from the middle outward to the very edge, gleaming silvery in the artificial. No eyes but the strangers' could see these marks. No ones' eyes. Passing a living room, kitchen, and would-be dining room, the figure passed silently through a back hall, turning right and going to the second door, which stood ajar. Only then does the stranger use their foot to move the obstruction. A bathroom. Sitting the patient on the toilet, gentle hands and a careful blade made by two fingers cut away the shirt to reveal the wound. He's pale and breathing ragged. Time is of the essence. Moving to the cabinet, the stranger opens it seeking the essentials. Seconds tick past as the items are found and, with the mind and hands of a pro, disinfectant, stitches and bandages are applied to the unconscious teenager's shoulder.

Careful hands remove him from his 'throne' of porcelain, carrying him to another door, also ajar, a guest bedroom. Laying him down for a minute, the stranger seeks a shirt from the chest of drawers to cover him with. Finding a black t-shirt, the stranger tried to begin the odd task of putting the garment on the comatose teenager. Getting it over his head was easy enough, but the arms caused the most hassle. The unharmed limb was easier than easy, the other, not so much. Carefully lifting and pulling it to go through the hole caused him to hiss and twist in pain. Oops. Pulling out a needle of tranquilizer seemed to be the only option to ease the pain but he went still again before the need really became necessary. Removing the shoes and sending curious stares at the headband and its insignia, the figure put him in the bed covered with an extra blanket and left, closing the door behind them.

Walking back down the hall back to the living room, the figure slumped on the couch with a soundless sigh, staring at the ceiling. The boy's face was familiar somehow, but the memory couldn't be placed by the tired mind. And so the stranger dozed off into a dreamless sleep, fully aware of the smallest noise over five blocks away.

--Next Day—

Grey light made no difference to the figure as they moved like a ghost throughout the building, randomly dusting and cleaning their private floor of the apartment building. A cat, a patchwork calico, blue and green eye staring innocently up at its temporary master, mewing for something to eat. Clawing its tiny way up the pant leg, shirt and finally to the shoulder of the masked stranger, trying to lick the face behind it. Silent chuckles seemed to resound in the figures' throat, returning to the kitchen searching the fridge for some milk or cream it could have. Jumping to the counter, it sat and waited tail swishing side to side, licking its chomps in anticipation. A dish appeared filled nearly to the rim, the creatures' excitement almost causing a spill that would rival that of oils in the sea. Silent laughter of amusement shook the stranger as they turned back to the task at hand: more cleaning.

Clouds of dust floated into the air as old blankets were shaken and hung on lines expertly tied onto the beams in the attic. Sweeping, mopping, cleaning, washing, rinsing, wiping, dusting and finally folding everything back into order. Having started at close to dawn it had taken the masked person nearly all day to give every room in the building each essential stage of cleaning, renewing and rearranging that would normally take a group of human servants a little over a week to do.

Resting on the couch, the stranger barely noticed the cat curling up to sleep on their tired stomach, getting breathe back into the lungs and other tired parts of the body. And my guest has yet to get up it seems. Maybe all that time in the bag and what happened to him was too much for his body to handle. Seemed stubborn enough to try and get away in one piece though… I wonder… why does he look like… no matter, another time perhaps. The stranger shrugged the thought away dozing off again, planning to shower and eat later… question were always the latter option.

--A Few Hours Later—

Walking the streets again, a ghost amidst the tall buildings, never so much as making prints in the snow. Supplies and things to store away for later was the goal of this walk today. Food and medical items were growing dangerously low; the enemy was roaming like flies, and the midday sun hidden by thick clouds, snow falling heavier every minute and the possibility of being jumped by someone suspicious never left the strangers' mind. Their patients' wound was healing slower than it should, the stitches holding tight but the bandages had already been change nearly three times in the past six hours. Going to where the others were seemed to be the only option left now. Hopefully no one's really there… I hate to cause a stir. Shivering not from cold the figure's footsteps continued to stretch and eat ground, adding urgency to the mission of retaliation.

Getting there easily, passing through the door out of habit, instinct more than anything only to be temporarily startled by an unusual crowd of people, surprised to see that more than most had the same symbol on their own headbands. A blond boy with sapphire eyes dared to hold a stare into the strangers' eyes. The boy shivered under the scrutiny but maintained his rebellious gaze. Hmmm he's more powerful than the others… I wonder… the boy was prepared to attack. The stranger decided to show him the results. He stood stock-still as he experienced the illusion in silence. Breaking eye contact and ignoring stares of shock, wonder and dropped jaws, the figure moved to the bar where the Spirit Dog was once again cleaning glasses. The landlady was at the kitchen door, pale and frozen in shock. The Spirit Dog must've dropped one… I don't blame 'em. The stranger thought as they moved toward the silent man behind the counter. He'd tensed the second the stranger had walked through the door, shaky and aware of every move they made. Grey eyes dared meet ice blue before turning to search beneath the counter for freshly packed boxes, setting them hesitantly but hurriedly in front of the mysterious being. Opening a side bag that hang from the strangers' left side, they maneuvered the packages into the bag where they disappeared without a trace. Closing it, looking as limp and empty as before, the stranger nodded at the Dog Man and headed for the door, only to be stopped by the one eyed man of the group. "What did you do to Naruto?" he growled angrily. So that's his name. The figure thought absently. Responding simply and in a-matter-of-fact tone, the words resounding in the mans' head as his eye widened in shock and surprise. I did nothing. Staring is rude. Leaf. Found leaf. In pain, very sick… good hands. In good hands. Nothing wrong with fox boy. Only showed him if challenged by I. I move on now. Walking through the obstacle, the stranger was then aware of odd puddles on the floor and didn't bother to side step them, not even bothering with the handle as they left as quietly as they came.

The walk back became a run, bouncing like a rubber ball off the building walls, not wanting to get back too late to assist the patient and his needs. Days past brought old worries back to the surface, memories of people and places probably long gone bringing sadness to the strangers' damaged heart. Moving like the wind itself the figure picked up speed trying to ignore old fears and pains boiling to the surface.

--Normal POV—

Chevy watched the ninja group chat away after a night's rest. The night before had been awkward: sending them upstairs to sleep, the children escorted in small numbers by the Twins and Gayle back to their homes. The Ms. exactly couldn't keep her wards over night; going against day-care policy would've been troublesome enough. Disa's words had troubled the group greatly; knowing Disa, she'd probably said something truly puzzling. Naruto and Gaara had been staring off into space a lot, usually brought out of it by a comrade or other that caught their attention. Choji was enjoying breakfast since he had received five plates worth. After being in the dining area for close to two hours, the group had turned to matters at hand and what to do next. "Um Chevy?" Iruka called, nervous about what to say.

"I'm listenin'."

"Well, I've been meaning to ask: where are all the people? I mean, why haven't we encountered any civilians?"

Chevy literally paused in his glass cleaning to lift his head slightly before responding. "Because there are none. They all left… or died."

"What?" horrified Iruka nearly leaped out of his chair in surprise at the grim answer. Ino, just as curious decided to press the question. "Why would they leave? Why not stay? Surely they know of you out here by yourselves."

"No they don't. The people who lived here either died on accident, on purpose, murdered, possessed, old age, sickness, new jobs, better homes, or just running from old problems that came a knockin'. It's no concern of ours anymore. Their choice, not ours, end of story. Not like they cared in the first place." They stared at the masked man. His response was almost angry, yet full of sorrow and pain. His eyes averted from their gaze plainly said how uncomfortable the subject was. He sighed and lifted his head fully to stare at them directly with his all-knowing grey eyes. Even Kakashi was surprised to see how those eyes made him look older than he was, even if he did have an ANBU-like mask on. "How could they not care about you?" Temari practically whispered, thinking of how Gaara had been treated over the years.

"Because they don't even know I exist."

Looks of shock and amazement overtook even Gaara's features as the group stared slack-jawed at the man behind the bar, glass and cleaning clothe in hand. Turning back to his task Chevy acted as though he'd never said a word, ignoring their stares in his direction. After another minute he decided to continue. "They don't know any of us exist. We're nothing but dusty legends and fairytales to them. Things of the past. Ways of life that died off long before they taught themselves to build the things outside that door you came through just yesterday. According to the Great Council of my people, it was for their own good, and their protection against the Enemy."

"But just who is this 'Enemy' you speak of?" Asuma growled, growing anxious for answers.

"The Twins told you before. The Enemy is the ones conquered by darker and destructive entities that go either for the body, the mind, or just both, taking everything and smashing it in order to put back together like a puzzle, but only as they see fit. Traitors, brainwashed followers, clan and tribesmen persuaded and tricked into going with the flow of their schemes and plot to destroy everything in this world and enslave the 'civilians' as you label them to rebuild it all in their disgusting image. Very few of the people here actually know my people exist either through circumstance, on accident, or because they purposely wanted to know what the fuck was going on.

"The rest of the mortal populace is completely oblivious to our actions, workings and other things in general that may bring the spotlight to shine on us. And sadly, I must be truthful in saying that the reason they don't remember is because we made sure they forgot… totally wiping away anything that we were ever involved in, turning it all into nothing but bedtime stories for little children who don't want to sleep. We-."

"But why would your people do that? Why would –" Naruto protested only to get cut off.

"We were being hunted."

This single sentence silenced him, his jaw on the floor. "I understand your shock Naruto-san and you have the right to be. The people of this world feared us all that time ago when I can go find over a hundred retired warriors who can speak of days where we all lived like a large family regardless of the difference. But that all changed in a single day after struggling to build it all in a matter of years. My kin were hunted like deer and we were forbidden to fight back. All we could do was put up illusions and simply run away without a word. The council thought it was high time that we disappeared all together. The people are still confused on how over two hundred years of history could've gone but my people can only wait until the day comes where they'll accept us again. I'm sorry but they don't live in this part of the city anymore."

"Anymore meaning what exactly?" Shikamaru queried as he lazily sat back in his chair, raising an eyebrow at the dog-masked man still cleaning bar glasses.

"They moved out mainly because a lot of the buildings are condemned, unlivable, too old or just too small to live in. a lot of them were labeled for demolition, but it seems that the city council can't get around to the paperwork due to… certain… cough, cough… problems in the system." He said turning his head away again as though hiding something, trying to look innocent. Naruto and Kakashi chuckled as Kiba just burst out laughing saying, "You know why don't you? Haha you sly bastard! Why not just let them tear 'em down?"

"Because when they moved out, we moved in, as did the enemy which left us no choice but to make certain mix-ups occurred to ensure the safety of innocent lives, and souls for that matter. Keeping this area quarantine is our main priority nowadays. Anything else doesn't really concern us."

"If I may ask of you Chevy-san to tell us how long this has been going on exactly?" Iruka asked shyly seeing what answers he got the last time he asked. Chevy just chuckled at the Chunin. "You may indeed sir. Let's see," Nervous surprise spread through them as they watched him mutter and grumble to himself, using the air as an imaginary blackboard, the countertop, even his fingers to just answer a simple request. Several more seconds of this passed before he perked up and said. "According to my distinct calculations: 974,632 years, 10 months, 13 and a half days, 5 hours, 27 minutes, 49 seconds, 38 nano or mille seconds and counting. Minus the three month truce that was established for evacuation, reconnaissance, and excavation purposes before it was broken by a massive raid by the enemy along with blind rage attacks from a large number of locals and villagers unaware of the goings-ons."

Chevy returned to cleaning the glass in his hand once again, ignoring the stunned stares sent in his direction. The group recovered and left the subject alone to imagine just what had happened in years past. Suddenly tilting his head to the ceiling, Chevy stared then sighed in exasperation. "5, 4, 3, 2, and 1."

On 'one' an explosion resounded through the wooden ceiling, followed by a gurgle and splash of water running onto the floors only one story up. Not long after the sound of whatever went off stopped, a roar that could match one of Naruto's angry war cries followed it. "YOU TWO ARE SOOO DEAD!! COME BACK HERE YOU TWO-FACED BASTARDS SO I CAN SKIN YOUR SORRY ASSES! DAMMIT!! EVERY FUCKING TIME!! EVERY TIME!!!! YOU WANNA HAVE SOMETHIN' TO LAUGH AT? HUH? YOU CONIVING LITTLE TRICKSTERS? I'll give you somethin' to laugh at all right! Hey! Where you goin' you little shit?"

Mocking laughter accompanied this angry outburst along with pounding footfalls of running shoes eating floor to escape the punishment of a pissed-off roommate. Wet socks could be heard chasing after the hard vinyl shoes, the angry roaring reduced to livid grumbling moving fast and hard after the escapees. Sure enough, a pair of said shoes could be heard coming down the stairs behind the door on the far left. It burst open revealing a brown blur that made a hasty dash toward the front door and coming a halt to just wait like nothing was wrong. White on black. Ozzy.

His hawk mask in place, weapon on his back, he stood by the door with carefree like air about him, aloof and oddly unreadable to any observer. Angry yelling could still be heard along with the mocking laugh that echoed off the walls, shoes stomping and socks slopping on hard wood surfaces as the chase seemed to stretch all across the building. The noise came closer, threatening to bust the door Ozzy came through, down onto the ground. Sighing, Chevy propped the door open and quickly shuffled back behind the bar as Ozzy tensed and put a hand on the front door handle. As predicted, Evan came running, mask in place, pursued almost closely by a dark green and black pants clad man completely drenched in heaven knows what (let's hope it's water and just water) heading straight for the front door.

Opening and exiting through the door, Ozzy expertly dodged his brother jumping like a baseball player diving for home base yelling "SO LONG TOILET BOMB BUTT BERK (1)!!" slamming the door in the mans' face, a set of running feet faded as another calmly stalked off, ignoring the loud wham of the pursuer, unable to put on the brakes, crashed face first into the obstacle. The man fell to the floor with a wet thud, Chevy having gone back to his original task of glass cleaning, saying, "Twins: 2,853; Berk: zip, zero, nada, nothing, zilch, squat-"

"SHUT IT DOG BRAIN!" the man roared, rolling over to stand up in a puddle of whatever had happened upstairs. Chevy seemed unaffected by the mans' furious antics and smoothly responded instead. "You know the rules Berk, you catch 'em, they'll clean it; if not, you do. Now shut up and get a mop before you spread more of 'I don't know what that is' all over the house or the Miss. will have your hide to skin as you so passionately screeched across the household. And ya know what else: you're scaring the guests you blockheaded idiot!"

"YOU-"

"Move it or I'll make you."

Seeing no victory in the argument for him, he who is Berk stomped off and up the stairs, wet socks making a somewhat gross sound on the wood floor. The footsteps faded into the distance, Chevy sighed grumbling, "It's only been what? Two and a half hours since I got up? I already feel like napping. One of-."

He broke off midsentence, his head turning sharply to the front door, nearly dropping the glass but somehow it ended up on the floor in pieces anyway. All turned to see what caused this reaction out of the dog-masked man. Nothing could be heard for all had gone silent, almost as though the entire house was on pause. Ms. Loni busted through the door behind the bar and prepared to say something. "Chevy what-?" she stopped and also turned to the door, blanching with eyes wide.

A silvery white blotch of some sort appeared in the middle of the door, spreading like a virus to the size of a full-grown teenager. Seconds later a mask appeared, followed by a lithe body clad in dark blues and blacks, a navy blue scarf hiding the neck, black sneakers and dark blue pants matched perfectly with a dark cobalt blue shirt. The jacket was smaller than it should've been, pale blue chevrons at the shoulders, the sleeves long and baggy at the end in a way. The rest ended somewhere at the diaphragm, pockets on the pant legs, parts of the sleeves and front of the jacket. The mask contrasted with everything, dark brown hair held back loosely in a ponytail expertly braided. The pale face of the mask, was almost pearly white and completely clean of any scratch or mark brought on by time or wear and tear. Its animal was intriguing enough: a bear, and a calm looking one at that. This new person was too small and impossibly skinny to be a male and the persons' figure screamed 'tough chick!'

Standing at the door, silent and almost brooding, the girl scanned the room with eyes colder than ice, her blue gaze probably able to freeze everything if so desired. Unexpectedly the newcomer caught Naruto's eye, holding his look in place, causing him to shiver from uncertainty and the possibility of conflict. The fox boy was sent mentally flying into a bloody mass of limbs, cloth, and in a state of shock and numbness. Sweat started to slide down the boy's face, frozen and close to trembling. The girl had moved, oblivious to the boy motionless where he stood, unaware of the lack of eye contact. She walked, seeming to slide, silent and perfectly at ease, her clothes never so much as rustling as she headed to the frozen Chevy behind the counter. Snapping into gear, his hands shook as he scrambled behind his wooden shield to find pre-packed boxes, setting them before the mysterious masked visitor. She had no weapons that they could see, no sword like the others, but she did have a bag hanging from her left, and slung over the right shoulder. Opening the flap, she calmly slid the boxes one after another into the impossible space. Much to the surprise of the group, the boxes disappeared as soon as they were placed inside, the bag never changing size. All the boxes in the bag, she nodded to Chevy who was still shivering, Naruto and Ms. Loni still like statues where they stood, the girl turned and headed to the door only to be stopped by Kakashi. The one eyed man narrowed his visible eye and growled, "What did you do to Naruto?"

The girl remained silent, only tilted her head at him, staring like a wild animal caught in the headlights of a car. Her silence was eerie and almost creepy. I did nothing. Staring is rude. Leaf. Found leaf. In pain, very sick… good hands. In good hands. Nothing wrong with fox boy. Only showed him if challenged by I. I move on now. The words resounded in Kakashi's head, sounding almost insulted but completely emotionless compared to a lot of responses he got from people, also sending him into shock. Ignoring him and instead of going around, she simply walked through the Jounin as though he wasn't even there. Walking over the puddles, the girl disappeared as strangely as she'd come through the door, the silvery blotch turning pure white, crackling from the warmth of the room. No one heard her walking away in the snow. More crackling could be heard as ice appeared on the puddles, freezing over solid and unmoving. Frost had come to be on the side and top of the bar, completely sheeting some of the stools. Ms. Loni didn't move for another minute before recovering and turning around to depart into the back room, still dangerously pale. Chevy, shivering like a wet dog, nearly collapsed gasping for air. Why he would hold his breath was beyond them, but the departed girl was obviously out of his league enough to scare him so much.

"What just happened? Chevy who was that?" Sakura asked from where she sat, turning between her teammate and teacher, who had sat down looking like he'd just come out of a freezer. Iruka glanced at the Jounin with worry filled eyes before turning to his ex-student, looking on edge of 'panic mode.' Exiting from behind the bar for the second time that morning, Chevy sat down in an empty chair, randomly turning to the frozen boy and simply nudged him back into his chair. Awakened from the illusion Naruto jumped up again, spinning and turning, seeking his opponent. Seeing the girl was gone, he sat back down with a look of uncertainty and confusion in his innocent crystalline eyes. Ino poked Chevy and repeated Sakura's question. "Hey Chevy who was that girl?"

Looking at the blond girl, his grey eyes were filled with past fear and present relief, certain that all was past. "Chevy?"

"We just survived… dear heavens above… we just survived a moment, a moment, with… with the most dangerous… fast, smart, danger, lots of danger… damn that was close… dangerous, deadly… oh fuck that was close…"

"Chevy are you okay? Who was that? Who is she and how is she dangerous?" Temari asked growing anxious for answers from the dog-masked man. He was obviously upset or just really disturbed to talk like he was. Taking a few seconds to breathe he finally answered.

"We just survived a rare encounter with one of the most experienced, dangerous, highly respected and top ranked warriors of my peoples' military forces. She's… she's very fierce… and powerful… you don't want to get in her way… no sir… no way… very dangerous… kill in seconds… thousands gone in nanoseconds… just gone. Nothing left, no one to report in, nothing."

"Will you speak English already?" Kiba snapped, trying to keep calm, Akamaru trembling in his jacket. The others nodded but gave the man enough room to get his head together.

"Had Naruto actually attacked her, there would be nothing left of him to put in your pocket before he can so much as raise a blade to that… girl. She is unmatched hardly anyone challenges her anymore and even my encounter was frightening."

"What did she do? When was it anyway?" Shikamaru queried, his curiosity peaked for once. (Yeah who knew?)

"I think it was three maybe four years ago she came to our academy. Definitely a newbie and was treated like one too. But no matter what she never said a word. She'd just break your arm or somethin' and walk off like nothin' happened. I remember me and the guys were waiting for the instructor to show up, we were sayin' some childish things ya know? The whole 'make fun of the new kid' deal." They nodded in understanding, any student remembers being treated like dirt in the beginning before things smoothed out. Acknowledging their response he continued, "well I can't really remember much else except I said somethin', friends are laughin' then next thing I know I'm in a hospital bed staring at the white ceiling and a nurse comes up to me and says that I've been in there for close to five months. Five months! And they'd just gotten me out of surgery and untying some of the most complicated knots in my spine the doctors' had ever seen. I got out of there in a wheelchair after nearly three more months of hospital food, a lousy p.a. system and some other crazy roomies that almost made me want to shoot myself."

"What about her? Did she into trouble for what she did?" Ino asked in wonder. Could she do something like that?

"Come to think of it I don't think so. If she did I didn't hear about it. All I know is that during my first week of being comatose, she graduated. Come week three she had already hightailed her tough ass up the status ladder by more than enough to get the respect from everybody. So much she'd make every god and deity jealous."

"How long was she at this academy anyway? And when did you graduate?" being a teacher by nature, Iruka couldn't help but ask this question, making Kakashi chuckle at the Chunin. Blushing slightly, Iruka tried to ignore his koi as much as possible. Chevy couldn't keep from chuckling either and simply replied. "I got out by passing the yearly tests despite my condition, I remember I was in a lot of pain but I passed with some flying colors. She on the other hand… she was only there for two weeks and two weeks later she's kickin' ass left and right like there's no tomorrow."

Their looks of shock were enough to tell him they too agreed with him on this thought. "Yeah I found that astonishing too. But that's not the weird part."

"Weird part? What's weird about it?" Neji asked having kept silent long enough.

"What could possibly be weirder? She doesn't have a spirit."

Cliffhangers galore baby! Cliffhangers galore! I personally think I've revealed a bit too much in this chapter, especially the past on my ever so cool warriors and the kick-ass bear girl. But a chapter is a chapter and I need to move on to a new one! Strangely enough I only have one note for this chapter when I didn't really plan on it in the first place. Oh well. It's the price you pay for creativity and its wonders.

1) Berk was originally going to be something like 'Tarlton' or other. But of course that's the name of a college only greatly misspelled as far as I know. Anywho, Berk is a random character of my creation (that's my story, stickin' to it), and also Turkish for 'solid, firm, or rugged'. If it had an 'e' at the end, it'd mean 'one who lives at the fortress or stronghold'. Of course it's also an English version of Berkeley, Old English for 'from the birch forest' sadly used a lot for girls. In this chapter it's revealed that the twins have made a nasty habit or would-be tradition of testing some of their experiments on Berk either out of necessity or simply 'for kicks.' A rule was later applied that if caught before leaving for their daily morning scout mission, they'd stay and clean it up. If not, Berk would have to mop up whatever he was doing at the time before it blew up in his face.

Wow that was a long note! And an even longer chapter then I'd anticipated. But you the reader have the right to know what the fuck is going on with my mysterious characters (of my creation of course, no stealing them please). Well I hope you've enjoyed this chapter. Read, review, get a cookie. No flames I beg of you. Now I present future events! Oooooeeeeeeoooooo! Space noise bwahahahahaha! I love doing that! Check it I'm psychic!

Naruto: Or just psycho. Damn, just shut up and get on with it already!

Sasuke: Dobe does have a point. Get on with it.

Naruto: NOT A DOBE! SASUKE-TEME!!

Blue Lone Wolf: I don't like where this is going.

Sasuke: You know it's true dobe, no need to deny it.

Naruto: DOUBLE TEME!!

BLW: Okay you two can it before I get super authoress on your ninja asses.

Sasuke: Super authoress?

Naruto: Ninja asses?

BLW whips out big ass ninja sword and wields like blond chick from Kill Bill Vol. 1&2. Cough, cough Zabuza's cough, cough

Sasuke: …

Naruto: …

Together: RUN!! Runs like no tomorrow

BLW: Glad that's over. On with the future!

Next chapter:

Chapter 7: Memories and Meetings

Oh crap! It looks like the group has even more problems than before! Can they survive long enough to find Sasuke, who they've yet to discover is in the strange girls' possibly murderous yet capable hands? And what about our favorite Uchiha? Will he ever recover from all the trauma? And where in all the fiery pit of hell are the Jewish cows? They owe me cookies to give to positive reviewers cough, cough Daisuke Captain Oblivious aka Anna, formerly known as Anime Faery cough, cough. Chocolate chip. Nice and gooey. They're good.

Well I gotta run, last week of school, graduation to prepare for and an even cooler seniors party. Kick ass all-nighter. I'm hoping to gain my own personal computer to use for more access to the web but until then I'm gonna be online as much as I can then get cut off sobbing terribly I'm gonna miss you guys! sobs until next chapter (ch7 don't forget) people, I'm outta here!