Red Moon Assassin

By: Gardie

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and related things. I just enjoy it and write fan fiction. Chapter 2

Kimimaro and Gaara walked into a bar. On the outside it seemed pretty normal but the giant red moon next to its name, Dinitrogen Oxide, hinted it was the secret headquarters of the Red Moon Assassins.

Inside they wandered through the dimly lit, smoky room. Regular customers knew to leave them alone and new customers could feel their killing aura and therefore left them alone. The barman opened a flap in the counter and they climbed a flight of stairs, hidden from the view of the drinkers.

At the top of the stairs they met the leader of the Red Moon Assassins, Itachi Uchiha. He was dressed his favourite black robe which had pictures of red clouds. Only the pale skin of his face showed, the long sleeves covered his hands, and that was framed by his black eyes and broken by his dark eyes.

"I was hoping you'd arrive soon, come."

Kimimaro and Gaara followed Itachi.

They walked around a corner that led to Itachi's office and were almost mowed down by the janitor. A huge blue freak with scary eyes and pointed teeth, his dress style imitated Itachi.

"Kisame!" shouted Itachi, although he was usually even-tempered Kisame just got on his nerves, "Watch were you're going you big oaf!"

Kisame hung his head sadly and Itachi's eyes swept over Kisame and down to the floor.

"I thought I told you not to bandage the brooms, you're wasting our medical equipment! And stop dressing like me!"

Itachi stormed into his office, followed by Kimi and Gaara, who closed the door. A few seconds later it opened and Itachi's head popped out.

"And you're ugly!"

Slam!

Itachi was back to his serious self and was sitting behind his oak desk. A katana hung on the wall behind him.

"I have a new mission for you two."

"Yes?" said Kimi.

Gaara stared at the ceiling.

"An old man was murdered last night. His daughter is now supposed to be placed under our care as stipulated in the man's will."

"We're not babysitters if that is what you mean. Put her an orphanage or something."

"She's fourteen, you won't be babysitting, you'll be her bodyguards. Anyway because of the amount we will get if we protect her I'm not interested in your opinions."

"Fine, we'll think about it."

"Good, I'll take you to meet her, She'll explain the situation."

Despite Kimi's protests Itachi led him and Gaara to a saferoom, pausing only to yell at Kisame.

"It's a broom! A broom for heaven's sake! Not a bloody patient!"

The room was bare except for a bed, table, two chairs and no windows. Inside a pink-haired girl, wearing a red dress sat quietly on the bed. Gaara stood at the door and Itachi sat on a chair, Kimi stood nearby.

"Her name's Sakura. Sakura this is Kimimaro and that person is Gaara."

Sakura smiled slightly but dropped her gaze to the floor again.

"Do you feel like telling them your story?"

Sakura shook her head.

"Fine, I will. The old man that was killed was Sakura's father and a member of an ancient cult of snake worshipers. Their purpose was to guard a scroll of incredible power left by the god Orochimaru. To further protect the scroll it was hidden in a secret sanctuary and only the chief priestess knew the location. Sakura is now the person that knows the location. Unfortunately the Snake clan had almost disappeared and she was unguarded. A gang had found out about the scroll and went after Sakura. She hid and they killed her father. That gang is … The Silently Cheeping Birds."

Kimi and Gaara both looked up at this. The Silently Cheeping Birds were the largest and most feared criminal organisation in the world.

"You will need to protect Sakura until the Snake Clan can organise a safe place for her. Understand?"

Kimi and Gaara nodded.

"We should take her out somewhere," suggested Gaara, "She's bored."

Kimi looked up from his 3D-puzzle block.

"You think so?"

Gaara nodded, "I think so."

They had hired an apartment to stay at while they were protecting Sakura. She was now finishing a game of solitaire with well-worn cards. She sighed and started again.

"That's her fifty-third game."

"Fine," relented Kimi, "There's a café nearby where we could go."