Dancing Through The Misty Desert By: krowthenecromanticpuppeteer Chapter 1: The Dance Begins
Tightening her grip on a shovel, Sephora Witchmystic made her way through the woods, clutching a shovel, a pick ax, and a NEAR empty satchel. She had arrived in Land of the Wave two days ago, sent by the Kazekage himself. She had traveled all the way from the Sand, and for what? To confirm the death of the rebel ninja, Momochi Zabuza.
Backflash
"The rumors are flying that he was killed by Sharingan Kakashi." The Kazekage had informed her. "I drew out on the map where his body was supposedly buried along his his assistants. I need you to go there to confirm that...I think you know what I mean." The Kazekage had nerrowed his eyes at the spellcasting body hunter, Sephora. She was not a chasing nin, no. She was the only bounty hurnter in the village of Sunagakure, her job was not to hunt down and kill but simply to hunt them down and bring them back alive. Dead, and alive. The only difference between a Chasing NInja and a Bounty hunter.
"Very well." She had cooly replied, downing another shot of vodka. "I'll bring back his damned rotting head...or something..." She said. "What about his assistant?"
"No concern to us, but if you can uncover the individual, it would help quite abit." The kazekage had replied, refilling the kunoichi's shot glass. He smiled from behind his white mask, his eyes the only visible feature to him. Sephora stared him in the eye for quite some time before downing the shot. She didn't notice a black clad ninja had entered the dimly lit room and remanded standing at the door.
"Alright..." She said. "I'll go..."
"Excellent." The Kazakage said, his smiling widening. "I'll send you with some money, a boat, one of my sons, some weapons and"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Sephora said, in disbeleif. "Your gonna send Kankuro? With me?" The Kazekage chuckled.
"Of course not." He said. "I am going to send my eldest son, Kankuro. He will help you should you get into trouble"
"Oh you've got to be kidding me..." Sephora groaned, still not noticing the shinobi behind her, most likely due to the fact she had downed twelve shots. Pretty good for 'a lady'. "Look buddy," She said, the Kazekage only smiling at the friendly term used to address him. "Your daughter Temari is my best mate, ya? Well, she has told me that her second youngest brother, Kankuro is a total dolt, she says the guy can't fight worth crap, he's cocky, he doesn't take fights seriously, and he's lazy... Does he sound like someone who could help me out, or does he seem like he would get in the way"
"If I told you my sister douches with Drain-O, would you beleive me?" The Shinobi behind her had said. She casually glanced over her shoulder at the ninja.
"Why, hello...Kankuro." She smoothly said. SHe looked at the Kazekage with an irritated look.
"I beleive he is up to it." He said. "Besides, you two need to bond a bit"
"Why?" She questioned, brushing a strand of hair form her strickingly pale, near colorless face. She would have carried the appearance of an Albino, if she did not have long, black hair and deep violet eyes.
"You'll know in time...Report back here four o'clock tomorrow morning, don;t be late. Dismissed...buddy." The kazekage laughed. His lagh sent shivers up her spine and she couldn't help bu notice as Kankuro frowned at his father before exiting with her. He reached out, gently wrapping his fingers around her upper arm.
"Does Temari really say that shit about me?" He asked, highly irritated.
"Yup..." Sephora said. "I just don't know if it's true or not...But it doesn't really matter, we're just looking for a corpse..." She tugged her arm loose from the puppeteers grasp, continuing to walk from the Kazzekages office.
End of Backflash
She had left the lazy lump asleep at the inn just a mile from the wooded area, not feeling like trying to wake him up. SHe checked her map again, she was going in the right direction to the burial spot. She groaned, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She wished she could go home, back to her cozy village, the village of the Sound. The continuous battling and war at the village, Oto had caused several ninja and civillians to be scattered from their home, heading to other villages. She was the only one to be sent to Sunagakure, due to the other ninja and civillians complaining that the desert was too hot for them. She sighed and yawned, finaly coming to a clearing. She looked around and saw two wodden crosses stuck un the earth.
"Ding, ding." She lightly whispered. She made her way to the crosses, seing one wrapped in a soft, knit wool sash, and the other stood with an immense sword behind it. She dropped her equipment between them and looked at them both, just by looking, she knew the one with the sword belonged to Zabuza. A crunching foot step to her right made her leap and reach for several kunai knives. The fingure emerged from the woods, grinning.
"Oh...hi, Kankuro." She said.
"Hey." He softly replied. He stood next to her, looking at the graves. His vision scanned her choice of attire, and he couldn't help feel impressed; most of her body, her torso, her hips, and part of her legs were wrapped in bandages, the tops of her breast which were visable form the bandages were covered in fishnet, she had a long flaring skirt dangling from her rounded hips, trailing down her slender legs, but the skirt only draped down the front and back, like a long loincloth, leaving the sides of her legs and hips visable. His eyes traveled from the crosses, to the dirt under them. "Uh, how long have these guys been dead?"
"I don't know..." She answered. Her voice had dropped to a hushed whisper as she squatted next to the cross wrapped in a scarf.
"Yeah...well, the idea of diggin' up some dead guys seems out of question to me." He said.
"You were not sent here to share your unwanted opinions. You were sent to help me. So just shut up." Sephora growled at him. He slightly flinched at the coldness of her voice.
"I only-" He began, but decided to stop before he angered her further. He coudln't help but admit to himself that he liked her fiery temper, and her boldness. But he didn't like it when it was directed at him. "Sorry." He said. She looked up at him, her deep eyes questioning. Her full crimson lips moved as if to say something, but no sound came out. She meely went back to examinine the smaller grave. She placed her palms on the soft, cool, and loose earth and closed her eyes. Kankuro squatted next to her.
"His assistant..." Sephora whispered. "Sixteen, possibly...seventeen...long, black hair, rather feminine...large gemstone brownsih gray eyes...green nail polish...his name...Hak...Hak?...Ku? Hak... Ku? Hak...Haku...He is obtainable..." Her face was completely relaxed, her eyes were still closed. She looked so serene and peaceful to Kankuro. Sephora removed her palms from the grave and turned to the larger one. She placed both hands on it like she did to the small one. Once again, her eyes closed and she focused. "Momochi Zabuza...short black hair...nearly no eyebrows...muscled body...small almost black eyes...looks about thirty four..." She pulled back and drew a long quivering breath. "He not obtainable."
"What's that mean?" Kankuro asked.
"It means that he cannot be ressurected." She answered. Kankruo was slightly thrown back.
"And that other guy can be?" He asked, shocked.
"That's right." She said. "I can ressurect him as if he never died, he'd be in perfect condition and all."
end of chapter
I hope everyone enjoyed it! I have more coming, so please R+R.