Note: Trying something new and changing POV from Sasuke to Yugito. Because nothing interesting is going on with Sasuke atm lol.
Yugito's eyes raked through her list of targets, sipping on a glass of chardonnay. She ticked some names, and highlighted and underlined others. She had to be meticulous in her choosing of targets, and only picked the most villainous men, because not doing so would tarnish the reputation she was trying to build up.
"Alright, who's dying next?" She muttered to herself, chugging down the rest of the chardonnay, flipping through the medieval Bingo Book. It landed on a rather interesting page. Yugito whistled. She needed to go big anyhow. The perfect name: Onoki.
Onoki ticked off every tick box in her criteria, a) she didn't like him very much b) he was worth a shit ton, even now c) he was probably not that strong and d) he was annoying. Plus, he lived nearby. Yugito grabbed her pistol and kunai and Shunshined off, ready to stab Onoki and get that cash.
She pulled a Sasuke, sharpening her ninjato on Onoki's rickety-ass bed while she waited for him. The door creaked. In a split second, Yugito rushed underneath his bed, poised underneath with a weapon in hand. She knew it wasn't Onoki. It was a maid. Yugito, for the maid's sake, hoped she wasn't on cleaning duty.
She was. Yugito, with baited breath, waited until she was done with the rest of the room before moving onto the bed, at which point she had to get out from underneath the bed. It was a rather unfortunate circumstance, but now Yugito had little choice.
Securing her kunai against the maid's neck, the blade hard but not yet digging into her carotid artery. Pure fear emanated from the maid's body.
"Scream and I slice your neck open," Her voice came out as raspy as intended, sounding almost like a man's. The maid didn't dare turn around to find out.
"P-please," she begged, "I have children." What a classic. They always said that.
"Please shut up," she mumbled, almost frustrated. Yugito figured to not shed any excess blood. With the kunai handle, she jammed it into the maid's head, knocking her out. It wouldn't really matter if the maid remembered. She made sure not to kill or injure her extensively. Onoki was dying anyway, and she was gonna make sure they knew it was her.
Yugito strained her ears, picking up footsteps wandering around the house. They walked with a skilled gait, quiet and brisk. This was undoubtedly Onoki. Weapon in hand, she tiptoed towards him. She was so quiet that he didn't notice a thing until she was right behind him, breathing down his neck.
"Boo!" She clicked her fingers, startling him. Onoki's nerves visibly tensed. His eyes widened in fear, but he somehow mustered up the courage to dangle a kunai in her face. This was almost hilarious. Onoki was her age. She was staring at the future worst village leader in the world. What an opportunity!
If she hadn't been a Jinchuuriki, Yugito might've gotten slightly injured. Yugito and Onoki battled it out for a few minutes. She dodged his roundhouse kick, kneeing him in the abdomen. Honestly, she was going a bit easy on him, half her mind being on something else entirely. She halted suddenly, leaving Onoki panting.
"Fighting you is like a video game on easy mode," Not that he'd know what that meant. She charged, straddling him to the ground and holding a kunai to his throat. He looked up at her with fearful, albeit confused eyes.
"You, a woman, threw me to the ground sans effort. How?"
Goddamn, she missed equal rights. Still, being underestimated due to her gender wasn't the worst thing in the world, especially since Sasuke would be dealing with annoying tax people right about now.
"For that comment, I'm gonna kill you extra slow," she seethed. Onoki's expression shifted from fearful to downright petrified.
Just as she was about to nick his neck, Yugito felt a sharp sting paining from her abdomen. She rolled off of Onoki, glimpsing the bloody glass knife that jutted from her abdomen. Onoki didn't do it.
"Fuck!" She yelled, yanking the glass out. To her exasperation, it took its time healing, signifying that it was laced with poison.
"Serves you right," a disembodied voice behind her. She turned around. Who the fuck was this? It was some annoying-looking guy with a beard. Yugito almost regretted not reading up on Iwagakure history. The man bent down to her eye level, glaring at her. Yugito refused to be intimidated. Quenching the pain, she glowered back at him with ferocious eyes.
"Why did you attempt to kill my pupil?" She bit her lip to stop an answer from slipping out. The man's expression soured, and Yugito zoned out for what felt like several minutes - though in actuality it was a millisecond.
Before, she was staring that wacko in the eye, and now, she was rubbing the back of her head, with the Niibi whining about how much it hurt.
"You fucking dolt, I can't believe you'd put me through that!" Matatabi grumbled, fiddling with a ball of yarn.
"Believe me, if I had a choice, I wouldn't have gotten stabbed," she retorted, rolling her eyes. Sometimes, Matatabi was calm, polite and respectful. Other times, she was like this. It was a split personality. She wondered what happened.
"What happened? Bitch, you better be joking." Ugh. She forgot that Matatabi could read her mind.
"You time travelled is what!" She roared in Yugito's face. Yugito stilled, fixing her mussed up hair. She rubbed her temples in aggravation.
"Again, didn't choose it," Yugito crossed her arms, pouting. Matatabi kept pacing lengths of her prison, which was quite lengthy.
About a year after Yugito first met Matatabi and they actually started to get along in a strange way, she begun to sort of sympathise with her plight and endeavoured to at least make her prison nicer. The prison within her mental scapes, of course.
"No. Yes." Matatabi growled, baring her teeth in frustration. "It's that Uchiha's fault. He probably tastes like pansies. I'm gonna eat him." She gnawed on a bone (wasn't that a dog thing?). This was a rather frightening gesture, especially considering that Yugito didn't know how she even had that bone.
"The fuck you are," Yugito responded defensively. Knowing Matatabi, she wasn't big on humans anyway, except for that one time, but Yugito still didn't want Sasuke eaten. She was extremely fond of him.
Matatabi tensed all of a sudden. Her heterochromic eyes glittered with seriousness and ferocity.
"Yugito, this is bad." Something in her demeanour shifted from a playful frustration to utter dread. When a Bijuu dreaded something, you listened.
"Every time the time-hopping phenomenon reoccurs, there is a tear in the universe that widens and widens."
Panic rose within her. Yugito had to suppress it just to get out her next words.
"What do you mean? It only happened three times. What happens?" Yugito gasped, clutching her abdomen. There was no visible injury, but it hurt like a bitch. She'd have to get back to the outside world soon.
Matatabi shook her head.
"I don't fucking know!" Matatabi struggled to calm herself down.
"There's another problem. Easier to fix, it's our priority. You're a Jinchuuriki. There is another me somewhere. Seal the other me," Yugito's vision blurred. That was the last thing said before she found her vision fluctuating between Matatabi and the strange man.
Just before she fully returned to consciousness, Yugito tugged on a tendril of Matatabi's chakra.
Yugito was back to the fight. She glared the man down, watching his expression change to a startled panic.
Onoki froze. His sensei had wounded the psychotic woman - she was more of a girl though, which made his overwhelming defeat all the more embarrassing - and just as he was about to celebrate the fact that his sensei was going to kick her ass, she changed.
Her eyes were brown, like chocolate, and she stared at his sensei almost absently. Then, her eyes shifted. They flickered between blue and gold, like her eyes couldn't decide which colour they were. Her entire posture changed from straight and tidy to chaotic and unruly, almost like a cat. His sensei acknowledged the change stoically.
Yugito shook her head, as if to clear her own unruly thoughts from her mind. She stared at Onoki.
"I literally do not have the patience to deal with you right now," she gritted out, hurriedly pouncing on Onoki. She fumbled for her ninjato, ripping open a hole in his chest before he could even breathe.
Her frightening gaze moved to the strange man. He was furious, pure fury radiating off of him. Yugito stopped herself from feeling fear. This man was a little something more. Onoki wasn't a threat, but he was. Yugito may or may not have gotten herself into something big. Just like she wanted.
They engaged in a vicious taijutsu battle at first. Yugito was clearly the superior when it came to taijutsu. She was not so confident on ninjutsu. This rickety house was starting to crumble. When it came down to ninjutsu, it would not last. They'd be fighting in open air in a very short while.
The man aimed a powerful fire jutsu at her. She dodged, and just as predicted, the house crumbled down. They were fighting among rubble in the crisp night air.
"This strange chakra...it is potent and demonic. What are you?" The question riled her up further. She had answered the question many times in her past, conveying the words 'demon', 'monster', 'menace' under the label of Jinchuuriki.
"A dead person has no need to know what I am," she replied, evading the question.
Yugito forced herself to think rationally. This man was presumably Onoki's sensei, which would mean...Kekkei Touta! Instantaneously after the thought occurred to her, the man started forming a white cube, formulated with chakra. Yugito had driven him into a corner, where he had no choice but to use his incredibly draining Kekkei Touta techniques.
It was a powerful technique, no doubt, but Yugito read the fine print with Onoki's Dust Release in the future, and it required at least a minute of prep time. Her goal was to intercept this man's arms somehow. She summoned another burst of Niibi chakra, pumping chakra to her legs for maximum speed. Yugito shot towards the man with a kunai.
She sliced his hand mid-prep. Yugito suppressed a smile. Getting confident too soon was never good. The man hurtled to the ground to avoid Yugito's incoming ninjato strikes, glimpsing her with disgusted awe.
"How did you know?"
"Just did," she made out, panting. Yugito was under no obligation to tell him anything anyway. The man huffed.
"Clever," he started, "But I always have a back-up." He started to glow, levelling a white-hot beam of light at her.
Yugito had her last resort now: more Niibi chakra. Stupidly, she was willing to gamble her life on this technique she ached to perfect. As the beam neared, aimed towards her, her muscles screamed at her to move or face death. Not that it was dodgeable. She forced herself to remain, concentrating the full corrosiveness of the Niibi chakra to her core.
The chakra was corrosive enough to cancel out the man's technique. Yugito avoided the brunt force of it, leaving her relatively uninjured as the blast subsided. She clutched her stomach, huffing and panting breathlessly, mirroring the man's state. He, unlike her, almost destroyed his entire body with that technique. That's how badly he wanted to take her down.
Mustering up the last of her energy, she launched a flurry of kunai towards his heart. He somehow dodged. They half-assedly kicked and punched at each other. The first one to regain their energy would win. Yugito had a secret weapon: another little sliver of Niibi chakra.
Matatabi's chakra flowed through her veins, re-energising her like a drug. She inhaled, full of this cheap imitation of energy, launching a heated dropkick-and-stab combo on the man. He was dead.
With her whole body screaming at her, Yugito could barely move a muscle. Matatabi's chakra faded into nothing, back into the crevasses of the seal, leaving her to fend for herself. She didn't care anymore at this point. Lying down amongst the rubble, she drifted off to a peaceless, chaotic sleep.
Goddamnit. All she wanted was some fucking money.
Note: So. How did y'all like that? Tell me if you hated it, and I'll try to stick to Sasuke-only.