Chapter #02 - Baka Battle in the Grass Village

Yells broke out through the crowds of the hidden village grass. People in bamboo hats ran across the busy streets, getting out of a way of some force. One side shop owner got pounced on, a couple of people getting smacked into it, making the food on the cart fly off. On a sunny day a man with golden hair walked down the road, a scythe in his bare hands.

On the handle of the scythe, tied around it, was the head band of the man. Streaks crossed the silver plate and symbol of the cloud village; meaning that this ninja had abandoned his village and country and become some sort of an outlaw, you could say, to his whole old living. The man didn't seem to care about this, smirking deviously, watching a small child hide behind a clothing shop cart in total fear.

"Hah, never thought being a criminal would be this fun. Going from country to country, killing bastards and wrecking havoc for no reason," he said, smashing his scythe against the cart the small kid hid behind, making the sharp blade collide with the wooden cart. It smashed into pieces, the debree of bark hitting the hard ground. "So much fun...So much damn fun."

The small kid, who was a girl around her years of eight or nine, screamed in terror. The parents of the girl didn't look back, running down the street even further, wanting to save themselves over the girl. The silver-eyed man with the scythe lifted it once more; his smile becoming bigger and bigger with the screaming of the girl becoming louder.

"Someone save the girl!" yelled a distant voice, obviously a person who was too scared to save her himself; it exhibited the nature that maybe...the grass village was weak, that no one there could save, or even had the courage to save the small girl from the monster with the long weapon. "Someone, come on!"

"Shut-up, you rat bastard!" laughed the golden-haired man who's hair was put into long spikes, almost looking as deadly as his weapon. "If ya' want to save her, save her yourself! This is why I love attacking stupid weak villages like the grass, they have no shit that can stop me! The one, the only, the greatest criminal ever produced, Sasaku You -"

Sasaku went flying into the air, the scythe he had flying into the air as well. He hit the broken down cart hard, rolling over the young girl, still screaming. The small one checked the guy who was down and defeated at the moment and took her opportunity to run. She got up from her knees, which she got on when she saw she was about to die, and ran down the road - looking for her cowardly parents.

"Baka, stop talking! You were annoying me while doing my crappy mission!" exclaimed the person who knocked down the outlaw. Sasaku rose his eyes to the guy, his eyes growing with anger when seeing who it was; it was an average teenager with a bad taste in clothes. He had long red hair tied into a pony tail, his eyes dark green. His clothes were a orange and blue jacket, his bare chest exposed; the boy's jeans were ripped slightly around most parts, the color being blue. Also, on his eyes, he wore pink sunglasses - a very weird thing to see anywhere in any village.

Behind him stood an old man, two young grand children on both of his hips; all three expressed immense fear at the situation. The dude with the red hair pointed at him, his face cocky and frustrated at the same time - a strange mix as well; one thing could be for sure, this guy was eccentric as they came. "Those guys are whom I'm supposed to protect, some rich old guy with his little grand children. I know, a crappy C-rank mission! C-RANK! I am not C-Rank, I even told Kenpai that, but he didn't listen. All he said was,

'Oh, Gin, come on! Jounin exams are coming up, taking this mission and relax with an easy one before the exams.'

That's what he said! Me, the guy who just kicked your 'outlaw' ass into hell, has to do a dumbass mission like protecting some losers who no ninja like you would attack anyway. Another thing why I'm mad, why didn't you attack them!" The guy went off, his hands in the air, everyone on the street turning from fear to bewilderment at the strange guy who had saved him; even the guy with the scythe on the broken pieces of wood displayed a strange face. The people whom the kid said that he was protecting put their heads down in shame, embarrassed at being called bad words; this guy who was supposed to take care of them for a few days while the old man showed his grand children from the Mist around only showed rudeness and discomfort to them while they had been together.

"Come on! Come on! Come on! You have a big ass scythe, and I'm like begging you to attack those idiot people! I stood beside and just sat behind the scenes. If you attacked them, I would of had fun protecting them for once! But, no, you couldn't even do that, you freak with golden-hair. You just had to go rampaging like every other freak with a cool weapon.

You make me sick!"

The guy growled, moving towards the who he had just yelled at. From the ground he lowered, picking something up. "Dropped this when I drop-kicked your sorry ass," he sighed, putting up a metal blade with a black handle, bandages covering said handle with some blood splattered on those white bandages; giving it a bad-ass feel. He twirled the blade in his right hand, wanting to intimidate everyone around him.

It worked; most of the people who had ran and stopped, ran once more. The man who betrayed his village rolled off the pieces of wood and got up, backing up some. Mr. pony tail rushed into a blinding sprint with his blade out-stretched, going for the man's heart; Sasaku screamed, the feeling of death going to hit him soon. His time had come, but why at the hands of a kid like this? Why him! Anyone else, please, he asked God in his head.

He got his wish. A flash of fire rocketed into the streets from far out, hitting Sasaku in the chest, his body burning on impact. His scream went higher, now probably rethinking his asking to his savior, falling to his knees in pure agony. The outlaw's flesh burned slowly, it melting from his bones. This insanely pissed the red-head off, looking around to see who took his kill.

"Who did that! Come out, I want to repay you back for taking my kill!" yelled the boy, spitting from his mount at the fire just put upon him. "I'm not going to let you take him out before me, man!" He snarled, twisting his body and swing his sword at the head, cutting it off when hitting the neck. The pink sunglasses teenager revolved in a circle and pointed his bloody sword in the air. "My point!"

Gin snickered, flipping his blade into his hands and finally thrusting it into the almost invisible sword holster on his right hip. The guy with the blade now in his holster turned over to the dead fellow, looking at his head by his still burning body; the flesh melted off quite nicely, the bones and skeleton forming. The boy shrugged, turning his attention to the crowd, scanning for the guy who did the 'fireball bangy bangy' attac k.

"TAKESHI, SLOW DOWN!" screamed a distant yell; at the time the teenager thought it was just another annoying villager's yell about the body he had just disposed of. Instead, though, a girl in a short skirt and a black vest ran down the street, her hands on her mouth. She was fast, stunningly fast, maybe even faster than Gin.

"YOU SLOW DOWN, RINGO!" yelled another voice; another girl, in a pink mini skirt ran down the road at the same speed as the other girl, Ringo. Both suggested by their faces that they were looking for someone by the name 'Takeshi'. Gin checked around, no dude named 'Takeshi' as far as he could see, but he did see two sweet looking girls in skirts with black vests...

"Nice..." he whispered to himself, skipping over to the two girls who were still calling 'Takeshi' to no prevail. "Hello, ladies," Gin smiled at them, putting his arms around him, his pink sunglasses shielding his green eyes from them. "Name's Gin Bashi...and you guys are lov -" he said, getting knocked down a second later, both of them pushing him down to the ground.

"Takeshi!" both screamed, smiling after looking up; they found their 'Takeshi' as they called him. Gin turned his head sideways on the ground, feeling a little surprised from their attack, seeing what they were smirking about. On top of the tallest building in the backdrop of the grass village (Which wasn't that huge, the grass weren't known for their buildings...) mounted a teenager around Gin and the girl's age, sixteen or seventeen, his colorful orange hair flowing in the wind. In his mouth a toothpick sat, moving right to left every few seconds.

Takeshi's wore a traditional ninja vest like the two girls on the ground, black, with his pants being the color of white. He waved at the two girls yelling at him, his hand in the air in victory, his smile sorta like the one Gin gave a few times. "Sorry, Ringo...Sume...I just got a little excited. It was our mission to take down that guy, and the action happened while we were arriving - I wanted to finish it off quick and fast, so we can have a fun time relaxin' in the village of the mist!"

The teen with the flowing orange hair kept his grin, his eyes bold and purple. The girls frowned, Takeshi was great; strong, loyal, fun to be around - but he sort of a - dumbass. "We aren't in the mist, you baka! We're in the grass village!" Ringo shook her head, resting it afterwards on Sume's shoulder. Gin glared at all three, back-and-forth.

"Oh right, the grass village; I'm really not good at geography...Sometimes I even forgot I'm from the rock village!" Takeshi laughed, pulling up his vest to show his head band that he tied around his waist (Taskeshi had taken off the silver plate and put it onto a longer band of fabric, which meant he could wear it like a belt); the emblem of the rock village shined in the bright light.

The hidden village of the rock...what the freakin' freak are they doing here, I thought they all sucked too much to even have ninja, Gin thought to himself. Ringo and Sume rolled their eyes, one holding up their right arm, the other their left. Tied around their arms were there head bands, the emblem of the rock village on those like Takeshi's.

"Eh, well, with that lil' blazing stunt - which I named Blazing Blaze Blaster no Jutsu over, I will be coming down," Takeshi stuck out his tongue and jumped off the building, revealing what was on his feet. Rollerblades. Takeshi laughed slightly, propelling down the side of the building, finishing it off with a back-flip to the ground. The spectators around - the ones who actually didn't go crying home after Takeshi and Gin mauled the man, clapped for the trick; a golf-clap at that. Takeshi took a bow, blushed and winked. "I'll be here all week, ladies and gentleman."

"This guy..." said the red-head, the one pushed in the darkness with this ongoing, looking at the ninja from the other village. "This guy, really, really...annoys me." His eyes flared, putting his hand on the tip of his handle of the blade that he used to chop the head of the criminal. Takeshi and the girls were chatting now, both of them softly hitting him on the head for his actions of egoness...

"I'LL KILL YOU, ROCK BASTARD!" Gin rushed at Takeshi, his blade drawn at the heart of the orange-haired boy. Two eccentric teenagers going at each other; the leaf head band of Gin hung on his left ankle, making it gleam with the blade in Gin's hand. He jumped in the air, slashing down. No one home. Takeshi had did a spin on the ground, his roller blades giving him an advantage.

"WHAT THE HELL, LEAF IDIOT!" screamed Takeshi on the ground, doing a side-kick, knocking Gin on the ground for a moment. But before he could fall on his ass, Gin did a back-flip to recover. The two boys stared at each other, the girls sighing, their hands on their hips; not the first time Takeshi randomly battled another guy for no exact reason.

"You took my kill! YOU TOOK MY KILL AWAY! MY PRIDE!" Gin kicked the orange-haired boy on the side. Takeshi did the same thing back. Before you knew it they got themselves into a kicking match on the ground. "DIE, ROCK BASTARD!"

"EGH, YOU DIE, LEAF IDIOT!" Takeshi scanned the symbol on Gin's leg; The leaf still have ninja? Thought they all, like, died after the civil war...Who knew, thought Takeshi, almost the same thing Gin thought about the rock village. The kicking continued until Ringo and Sume stepped in, taking them by their shirts and forcing them back.

Gin swung his sword. Takeshi swung his skates. The girls both knocked them on the head fast, the two slamming into the ground. Another golf-clap came from the crowd, enjoying the show; the most interesting thing to happen in the grass in a long while, a lot of their ninja underclassed from reasons varied with wars they had been in the last fifty or so years.

- - - - -

"Eh, this Gin kid...he sounds, really annoying." commented the old man at the academy; Kenpai just told him about Gin's personality, giving the old man all the information he needed. "Sorry if that sounds rude, Mr. Kenpai..."

"Stop apologizing, maggot," he said abruptly, waving his hands at the elder dude. "Gin's an idiot. A idiot above all other idiots...still, I can't shake my head at his techniques. The guy was able to master his fire element in a year. Truly amazing. When he puts his mind to it, he really is -

A genius."