"Hi." = thoughts
"Hi." = talking
"Greetings." = Biju speaking
"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu
(-) = finishing to a new situation
[Last time skip for a while.]
[The plot's starting now, too.]
[Only a small amount of comedic scenes shall be added.]
Bye.
Another-2-Years-Later:
The thrumming of soft foot-steps susurrated in the merciless, frosty air. Naruto's skin bristled, hissing in considerable discomfort at the iciness.
"This is where the sighting…" Pausing, Naruto inhaled for a minuscule second, relaxing his highly alarmed posture, a look of curiosity brewing onto his features. "This presence…"
Sapphire drifted along the almost bootless trail, discerning the shoe-prints of a hurriedly-paced entity. Massaging the tip of his chin, Naruto sighed; an unwarm mass escaping his lips.
His ears perked up, as a nearly soundless click reverberated in the atmosphere. Lifting his guard up perpetually, Naruto's nails grew: His teeth sharpening.
While crimson encircled his constantly arid azure, leaking enough power to shudder the skies, which watchfully loomed above his shape. Slanting his head, Naruto strolled forward.
He immediately front-flipped onto a snow-encompassed branch, hanging onto it with his eye-brows raised in uncertainty. "A Shuriken, then…?"
Inquisitively, Naruto climbed back onto the dampened terrain, picking up a rusty, out-of-shape, Shuriken, scratching its edge, his claws shattered it softly.
"Oi, Naruto! What's up?!" Sasuke's habitual exuberance echoed into existence, as the Uchiha appeared; an airy disposition in his countenance. "I got the message."
"Nothing much." Naruto shrugged blithely, leaning back onto the bark of the tree, and wiping a block of snow from his shoulder-pad. "Came to this place for those sightings."
"Sightings, huh?" Sasuke deliberately poked his own cheek, humming inside his mouth in uncertainty. "We can work the first part out later."
"Wait a second…Could you burn the snow now?" Naruto politely requested, glancing back at the shattered Shuriken, unexpressed wariness embedded in his eyes. "No, mayb-…"
"Fire-Style: Fire-Ball!"
Naruto hopped above the condensed warmth, the hisses of fire sizzling, or burning, approaching their sector of hearing, exhaling slightly, Sasuke gave a once-over to his work.
"This looks good." He self-complimented ebulliently, pressing his hands onto his hips, basking in his own impressiveness. "I'm simply too powerful!"
"I could beat the fuck out of you now…If you desire?" The Uzumaki sarcastically offered, smiling with a challenging shimmer on his face. "Still, let's complete this."
"Hah, sure, sure." Sasuke dismissingly retorted, skidding onto the scorched path, walking in a stride of merriness. "I'm pretty certain this won't be too bad."
"If it wasn't gonna be bad. Now it can." Naruto mumbled irritably, melding the chakra inside him in preparation. "Where's that lazy-ass Kakashi at anyway?"
Sasuke tapped his hand: as if a watch was coiled up onto him, snapping his skull to each side in confusion. "He disappeared, this is becoming pretty normal, eh?"
"Him disappearing? Indisputably." Naruto concurred blandly, looking into the unending distance. "Been around 4 months, after graduation happened…"
"Yep, all of us graduated 4 months ago, if my sources are accurate." Sasuke nodded in cheeky agreeance, tapping his shoes impatiently. "Come on, this path won't stay for good!"
The Uchiha blurred into the trail's deepness, as Naruto slanted his skull, giving himself an arid sigh, then, disappearing: His shape warping.
(-)
In an indiscernible distortion, Sasuke situated his feet onto the terrain. Eyeing the sector in askance, his Sharingan snapped into his irises, coal diverging into crimson instantly.
The 2-Tomoe blinked in activation, whirling its comma-patterns, sending a hasty once-over into the trail, as Sasuke, then, fore-saw a crowd of Kunai approaching his form.
Crouching, a herd of weapons sailed above his lowered skull. Lifting his head up, the Uchiha carefully connected his hands, prepared to start exerting his energy for battle.
An icicle sprouted from beneath his left shoe, while Sasuke backtracked- Sharingan twirling. The mission was intended to be a menial one: eliminate a few bandits- then return.
But then. Naruto –the always curious one- decided to allow them to escape, instead of either killing, or knocking the targets out, the Uzumaki dismissed them, with a glance.
Now, Kakashi expected them to behave accordingly: track the bandits on their own, while he would merely scan his erotic literature, being a soundless libertine: always concealed.
Sasuke clicked his tongue softly, looking over at the blurry-in-shape outline. Sprinting through hand-signs, his lips parted immediately. "Fire-Style: Fire-Bullets."
Then, Naruto desired to abandon the mission, which would coerce Kakashi, or their gleefully creepy leader: Orochimaru to punish them, both would lead to a series of incidents.
The bullets of warmth drifted along, shooting into the outline's abdomen. A needle embedded itself onto Sasuke's cheek, as he boredly rubbed at the gash.
Sasuke stomped on the surface with a rough leg, channelling a gargantuan block of chakra into it, as the snow-encircled concrete shattered.
It wasn't comparable to an expert at the craft of controlling chakra. Still, Sasuke was slowly reaching that point, where his skill would be regarded as something more than prodigious.
Naruto scoured the town, for a less than arid task, and learned of someone named the –Phantom-, an entity eliminating all passing by Shinobi; only seen once.
Observing the brittle strands of earth cracking under him, the Uchiha grinned with a cheeky countenance, longing to stroll back to his bed.
Which would only occur, if the bandits were captured, or, non-preferably, murdered. The idea of ending a breathing, perpetual life still frightened Sasuke: quite considerably.
And, to return to Konoha, a certain Uzumaki needed to be appeased. Sasuke bounded towards the outline, observing them backpedal into obscurity.
Using the Body-Flicker, the Uchiha's fingers bulged with chakra, with Sasuke, well, flickering at the blur- crashing a hand onto their mask, feeling it crack into smithereens.
Dispelling his inner-energy, Sasuke curiously glanced back- scanning the collapsed outline, whose face was rather peaceful, despite being smacked at a powerful rate.
"Wait a second…" Sasuke tapped the top of his skull, biking into his recollections of the Naruto-Series, until his mind hummed in affirmation. "That's Haku, then…"
"Where's Zabuza now?"
Sasuke's lips blossomed into a smirk of immaturity, his features whirling in inquisitive exuberance. "Damn. Maybe I could leave him, collapsed?"
"Yep." Sasuke nodded concurringly: craning his face forward, as he stepped through the path, obscuring out of existence in acceptance. "Apologies, Haku. Not really, but still."
(-)
Naruto breathed out with rough frustration, kicking another heap of snow into the distance. He unleashed an inward bellow, controlling his wild behaviour.
When he accessed the Kitsune's chakra, not only would his outward appearance change, but another alteration was his behaviour, becoming more monstrous.
Calming his unending exhalations of annoyance, Naruto dissipated his crimson, sliding them into blue, and lessening the sharpness of his nails.
Naruto merely desired to scour for the Phantom, to satiate something. Unfortunately, the Phantom wasn't arriving, keeping itself indiscernible.
Slipping his hands into his pockets, the Uzumaki ambled over to the entrance of the path, noticing Sasuke: who hurried back to the trail's, first of many, starting points.
His irises brightened in scarce recognition, as he identified the disappearing Sharingan- crimson to coal. Lifting up his eye-brows, Naruto stood nearby.
"Oh, Naruto- my pessimistic comrade!" Sasuke swayed a hand, stomping his shoes onto a rugged step, while bouncing patiently. "You look…Normal?"
"Expecting me to make trouble or something?" Nose choking, Naruto shook his head in blithe amicability, trudging through the burned entrance. "Forget about the Phantom."
"And the bandits?" Sasuke suggested, folding his arms as he disconnected them, slumping in childish desperation. "Oh, come on! Kakashi-Sensei sucks."
"Agreed." Naruto concurred in endless mirth, striding into the town, with Sasuke flanking him, sighing, the Uzumaki slouched. "Let's get back."
"Where's Kakashi-Sensei now?"
Naruto flung Sasuke an unamused look, thinning his lips with impoliteness. "He left the town. Supposedly, another one was selling something."
Sasuke and Naruto airily obscured, as two blurs shot at the apparitional distance. While the air thrummed, creating a diminutive whirlwind.
(-)
5-Hours-Later:
Kiba lazed in his gait, as Hinata and Shino walked alongside him, the Inuzuka petted Akamaru: who yipped merrily in his grasp. "Damn, that mission was pretty fun, huh?"
Shino fiddled with his sun-glasses, glancing towards Kiba in inconspicuous agreeance. "It was. Those thorns gaining was sentience was still unwanted."
Akamaru shuddered at the straight-forward reminder, hounding his plastered paw, yipping loudly. Kiba scowled, comforting Akamaru to stop.
Hinata sent the two a rather wry smile, fidgeting with her own head-band, worn at the front of her neck, while humming. "Perhaps frightening Akamaru was unneeded."
"Perhaps."
Kurenai lifted up her eye-brows in amusement, the antics of her squad were certainly interesting. Kiba stomped towards the gates of Konoha, barely noticing two blurs.
Naruto's obscured shape bounced out of indistinguishability, an amused grin squirming onto his features, as Sasuke groaned, susurrating under his breath.
"I win." The Uzumaki cracked his neck, scratching at the back of his skin. While Sasuke started to stand, indistinct noises escaping his lips, balefully. "No need to be threatening."
Sasuke rubbed his trousers, shutting, then, re-opening his eyes, clawing at the dust which entered them. Body creaking, he complained. "Screw your chakra-control, and stamina!"
"That was me numerous years ago." Naruto dismissed Sasuke's graveness, sauntering blithely into the gates of Konoha, with Sasuke following him from behind. "It feels great too."
Sasuke noticed Kiba, and his squad, gesturing in greetings towards them, as he hopped over. "Oh, what's hanging?!" He grinned amicably, leaning back onto the gate's fence.
"Your annoying face." Kiba smirked in smugness, regarding his insult as perfection, especially after all the humiliation Sasuke forced Kiba to deal with. "Well, we battled-…"
Shino interrupted, looking decently more comfortable, no longer afraid enough of the Uchiha to sprint through the skies. "Some sentient thorns."
Sasuke's easy-goingness faded after hearing the details of their mission, lowering his arms: he, then, snapped his teeth in unserious irritation. "We failed our mission."
Naruto backtracked towards them, whilst listening to their mystifying conversation. "Some sort of bandits. Kakashi disappeared, and we lost the Phantom."
"The Phantom?" Hinata uncertainly enunciated, confusion biting at the fore-front of her face. "Were the two of you fighting a ghost or something similar?"
"If only." Naruto's laughter echoed with a tint of unsure sarcasm. "Was the Phantom a phantom, then?" He grimly mused, sending it towards Sasuke's ear.
"No. It was really wasn't anything ghost-worthy."
"Still-…"
"Not ghost-worthy."
Shrugging, Naruto sprinted back at the gates, bouncing into the air, flying above the guards, who remained stony-in-exterior: Izumo and Kotetsu were on different tasks.
"Oi, Sasuke. Why are you and Naruto that fast anyway?" He, indisputably, wasn't bothered by his lack of blurring. Kiba's patience swelled to the extreme. "Help a Shinobi, please?"
"Huh?" Sasuke hummed inside his lips, tapping his cheek in almost noiseless contemplation. "Well, I train in Taijutsu with specific people, and chakra-control, the Body-Flicker too."
"Same with Naruto then?" Shino interrupted, his own curiosity thrumming, while he was being nosy, Sasuke never looked to be the type who cared. "In speed."
"Hah." Sasuke's lips hovered upwards, quasi-humoured. Shaking his head in certainty, the Uchiha clarified. "Nah, Naruto sticks to a different training."
"Then, could ya give me your training schedule?" Kiba clasped his hands, leaning forward: as if discerning someone completely superior. "Please?"
"Come to Gai-Sensei. If you want some speed training." Sasuke assured, patting the edge of his shoulder, expressing confusion for a brief second. "Now, I need to leave."
While Kiba's and the other's speed could slip them into blurriness, it wasn't as hasty, compared to a Chunin, or Sasuke's speed either.
Kurenai's eye-brows dropped, watching Sasuke flip along the structures, as he whirled in the climate. "Okay. Perhaps we can start some physical-training."
"What about this Gai, mentor?" Shino fixed up his loosened sun-glasses, the reminder of Gai forced Kurenai to shake in fear, Gai was a good comrade, but still. "He could help."
"Oh! I'm gonna look for him, come on, then…!"
(-)
Sasuke flipped forward, sinking onto the rigged grass. He strode into the murkily concealed forest, looking in several paths for a few certain Shinobi: who occupied this sector.
His feet tapped onto the cracked soil, soft stomps humming in the air. The Uchiha staggered aside, catching a knee: aimed for his mid-section.
"Eh, it's the one and only, Rock-Lee! A pleasure!" Sasuke cheekily remarked, hurling the knee back into the place, as Lee hopped into the centre of the grass. "Powerful move."
"Thank you for your compliments!" Lee sent the airy-in-countenance Uchiha a determined thumbs-up, while his other hand pressed to his side. "Are you prepared?!"
"For the 8-Inner-Gates training? Of course!" Sasuke retorted in loud amicability, a rather challenging shimmer in his irises. "Where's Gai-Sensei? Can't start this without the master!"
Lee- the diligently resolute individual, pointed his finger deeper into the woods, the clang of weapons reverberating softly. "Come, Sasuke. Let the youthfulness burn!"
Sasuke pumped chakra into his legs, feeling the noiseless increase to his natural speed. Wiping his cheek, he and Lee rocketed forward, disappearing.
Blurring out of obscurity, Lee and Sasuke casually entered the artificial-arena: tree-barks mixing into a circle. Neji: who despised Sasuke in stride, battled Gai with a stony exterior.
Ten-Ten remained near a minuscule lake, sharpening the brunt of a weapon, humming quietly beneath her breath, watching as the water shook.
"Gai-Sensei! Sasuke returned from his task!" Lee notified, lifting his hand skywards, restlessly fidgeting with a bandage. "May we start the training?!"
Gai- bending his knees into lowering himself, dodged another one of Neji's ruthless smacks, bouncing to his full stature in ebullience. "Patience! My youthful fellow!"
Sasuke shrugged, whirling over onto a branch: shutting his irises in scarce concentration, as Lee followed, folding his arms, and forcing his eye-lids to droop.
(-)
Naruto settled into a rather empty room, with connected chairs stacked onto each-other. Heaving a bland sigh, he stood up- entering an office.
Anko: who was relegated to mission-assignments, looked up with an unending boredom, slumping. "Mission success, or unsuccessful?"
"Unsuccessful." Naruto lowered his skull, unashamed. He wasn't particularly beaten up at a single failure of a task. "Oh- and I'm reporting Kakashi-Hatake for inattentiveness."
Anko stuck her tongue out at the numerous folders, dismissing Naruto with a swayed hand, as the Uzumaki glided out the office, and into the energetic lanes.
Slanting his head, Naruto buried his hands into his pockets, glancing into the distance, a conflict was brewing between neighbouring countries; which would be deadly.
He needed to be prepared by then: His always unexcited sapphire shuddered with a perpetual crimson, something monstrous laughing in his eyes.
(-)
Isobu's chakra rumbled into uncountable torrents, coral flooded existence, as Kakuzu clapped: impressed. "Heh, Isobu- your skills are certainly growing."
The 3-tails looked back aridly towards Kakuzu, while twirling his staff in-between his fingers, creating a clicking noise. "Your plan is soon starting?"
Kakuzu's lips surged with deep, uninterrupted laughter. Grey strands of energy lengthened from his shape, shaking his head, he grinned barbarically. "You over-estimate-…"
Isobu snapped his fingers, forming another crowd of coral as it encompassed Kakuzu- almost crushing his muscles. Childishly, he refuted. "No, you under-estimate me, much."
"I understand your desire to be included in Obito's plan." He emphasized a certain individual, choking. "Still, his strategy shall plunge all Shinobi into another battle."
"You trust the one with the guise of –Madara-. He shall lead to your death."
"No. I'm merely wanting to learn what these newer generations are capable of. A different one of the Uchiha captured my eye."
(-)
Sasuke immediately backpedalled, deflecting the tips of Neji's fingers, working through the artificial-arena. "Eh, Neji! What's with the hostility?"
Neji's aggression quasi-grew at the second, as he centred his foot, spinning until he hurled forward. "I can't comprehend why Gai-Sensei decided to train you- personally."
"Nah, that's unfair. Lee and I always learned from Gai-Sensei, he's good!" Sasuke argued back, crouching before bouncing up, shooting a kick into Neji's face. "You came after me, too!"
Neji stumbled, softly slapping his cheek for concentration. Bounding at the Uchiha, the Hyuga chopped towards Sasuke's stomach.
"When I became his pupil is of no consequence." Neji dryly retorted, watching Sasuke stagger until straightening up; snapping into another stance. "He carries no obligation to-…"
The Hyuga's breath flew into his mouth, as Sasuke situated a chakra-enhanced punch in-between his chest and abdomen, looking cheeky. "Okay, then. Gentle fist time!"
Neji scoffed, comforting his lips, as his knees bent and his arms thrummed with chakra, preparing. "I shall not be untruthful. You are skilful."
"Unfortunately. Fate decreed your loss!"
Sasuke's features thinned into a rather restless grin, while Neji's Byakugan protruded onto his face and Sasuke's coal scattered into crimson: the Sharingan whirling.
(-)
"Gai-Sensei, are you sure it's a good idea?" Ten-Ten gestured at the eye-changing entities, who either battled passionately or wildly. "They never get along."
"Of course!" Lee interrupted, lifting his hand near his chin, his skin boiling up from the First-Gate, shaking it, the Taijutsu-extraordinaire cheered. "They are comrades!"
"Lee's accurate." Gai's grin shimmered with certainty, glancing towards Sasuke: who leaned forward. "Sasuke and Neji are comrades- the sooner they learn-…"
(-)
Sasuke, leaning forward, rolled onto the grass, dodging the unsparing edge of Neji's kick, smiling in unending exuberance. Neji scowled, bristling.
"You're similar to Lee in your excitement towards learning something." Neji lifted his eye-brows, hearing the thrum of laughter. "What was funny about those assessments?"
The Uchiha's Sharingan glistened beneath the clouds, as Sasuke's lips shut with a bellow of amusement, with him grinning apologetically.
"Sorry." He murmured, rushing at the Hyuga with another fore-arm slam, as Neji simply huffed in minuscule drowsiness. "Something came to mind."
"Neji. Who is the strongest of all the population?" Sasuke mused in the open, backtracking from another thrust of the Hyuga's hand, spinning to the side. "Huh…"
(-)
"The strongest of the population?! Gai-Sensei, would that be you, then?!" Lee surmised, giddily grinning in assurance. "You are the blue-beast after all!"
Lee's skin burned, acclimating to the newly formed strength and speed of the First-Gate, pumping deep breaths of concentration. Gai's features whirled wistfully.
"No, Lee. Each Shinobi are capable of their own abilities, some surpassing myself, or the Hokage too."
"The Hokage, too?" Ten-Ten's face brightened in considerable incredulity: as if Gai was being impossible. "Lord Orochimaru was one of Lady Tsunade's team-mates, and-…"
Lee shuddered, bellowing in agony, as he toppled, with Gai steadying him with a helpful pat on the shoulder-blade: pleased. "Excellent work!"
(-)
Sasuke and Neji huffed, exhaustion trickling into their stances. Smiling uncontrollably, the Uchiha pumped the scattered parts of his chakra into his fingers, sprinting.
Neji's chakra formed an ethereal shimmer, as the Hyuga eyed Sasuke with grimness, lengthening his posture, as Sasuke blurred. "8-Trigrams! 14-Palms!"
The Uchiha sprinted through Neji's quasi-unending slaps, colliding his fists into the opposing hands, while clangs of energy echoed.
Then, Sasuke's obscurity faded, as Neji and he stumbled, incapable of battling for longer, gasping quietly, Neji collapsed, and Sasuke snapped out of consciousness.
Gai caught the two unconscious entities. His features still a wistful, yet highly, youthful grin, as he disappeared; intending for them to be taken to the hospital.
(-)
Naruto observed Kabuto, dressed in a medical uniform, tapping the Uzumaki's nails with a minuscule, sharp needle, watching them shrink, then, sharpen.
"Your use of the Kyuubi's chakra isn't healthy." Kabuto warned, burying the needle into a side-bag, eyeing Naruto with an indistinct expression. "Only use it for emergencies."
"I understand." Naruto mumbled in arid affirmation- scratching his nails, as he hummed in blithe annoyance. "Still, using it for emergencies is a bit much."
"You used it for bandits. Some people would take considerable lengths for the beast's energy."
Cracking his neck, Naruto glanced back at the Yakushi: whose expression looked unaffectedly peaceful. "The Kyuubi…If I lose control…"
Kabuto's rather restful countenance distorted, as his lips snapped upwards: certain. "Then, we'd be required to eliminate you, immediately."
The deadly composure. The airiness. And that certainty in Kabuto's existence shuddered, as Naruto's inner alarms surged, his breathing hitched.
He barely could recall his life, as a mundane child. Still, Kabuto's warning played, with Naruto calming his alarms, stopping his chakra from growling.
Then, the window opened up, uninvited. While Gai hurled Neji and Sasuke, sinking them into their comfy shackles. "Please, small Kabuto. Heal these youthful fighters!"
Kabuto fiddled with his glasses, strolling towards Sasuke, and snapping his fingers, a green shimmer coerced the Uchiha to start healing, while Neji was applied a few bandages.
"Neji's is not as serious." Kabuto scribbled something, hasty to be completed with his multiple examinations. Sending the paper to Gai, he sighed. "Sasuke's chakra is exhausted."
(-)
-Madara's- form shuddered into reality, as he folded his arms; an almost amused stamp on his features. "Ah, Gaara. You look to be in trouble."
Gaara's exterior, it was unwarm, icy, with a sadistic grin adorning his lips. –Madara- hummed in deep curiosity, walking towards the caged child, bellowing with laughter.
"I'm aware of me not coming for 3 years. Where is your normal calmness?"
"Kill." Gaara rasped, his tone hoarse, deprived of his habitual composure: only a child: who was completely powerless. "Kill them all."
"I agree." –Madara- concurred, clasping his hands as a sharp clang echoed, the Mangekyo peering into something indiscernible. "Ah- they removed your sand too."
-Madara- tapped onto the metal-bars, with another, more guttural clang thrumming. "This is quite bothersome, eh? Your only strength disappeared."
"Shukaku." Gaara named in confused desperation, clambering inside the cage, a small certainty swelled in –Madara's- immaturity. "Where-…No!"
-Madara- chortled in a deep gruffness, humoured at the caged-entity's confusion. His Mangekyo shuddered, whirling in inspection. "Shukaku? He was extracted…"
Gaara's body was slim, lacking nutrients to keep himself healthy, while the frostiness of the cage, and loneliness, forced him onto the brink of craziness.
"You're alive, still." –Madara- smirked in impressed ebullience, wiping the edge of his mask, eyeing Gaara: who shivered. "Unfortunately, you're no good for me now."
Gaara's sadistic grin dispelled, he shuddered, as -Madara- sighed woefully, clicking his tongue: unashamed. "Still." He crouched, facing Gaara, with his Mangekyo shimmering.
"I'm no monster."
His hands latched upon the bars, shattering them as Gaara bellowed in fear, while –Madara's- mask was removed, with Obito's calloused features glowering.
"Kotoamatsukami."
The sadistic, desperate countenance instantly dissipated, as Gaara's shrunken eyes grew back to normal size. –Madara- placed his mask back on, waiting with a wide patience.
"Madara. Why are you back, only after 2 minutes? This corridor-…"
Gaara's irises widened, as he comprehended his raspy tone, his outwardly thin appearance: and, the lack of sand for him to use. "This is an unacceptable look."
(-)
Suigetsu sipped a rather dry cup of water, hydrating himself, as his body melded its energy. A bit of trouble with a few bandits, and he exerted his watery-constitution.
While scouring for nothing for 2 years was fulfilling, Suigetsu decided to take a bit of a rest at the place called Sunakagure, which wasn't the most safest, or baleful, town.
He placed a leg atop the other, crumpling up the plastic cup into his pouch, watching the citizens and Shinobi commute to their normal after-noon.
Huffing the water from his mouth into his throat, the Hozuki unleashed a refreshed sigh. Languid, Suigetsu unstrapped his blade, fiddling with it for a few seconds.
His ears perked up, as the sound of shaking rocks bloomed into the climate, the other individuals in the lane paused: confused. "The hell?"
Suigetsu instantly backtracked, leaping above the bench- observing it creak; cracking as it opened. The earth beneath the chair shattered, as someone emerged.
Irises of iciness, a posture of unmixed certainty. Crimson hair flitting in the soft winds, the child rasped, irritated by the sound of his tone. "Where is Rasa's residence?"
Suigetsu strapped his blade back onto his waist, disregarding the either terrified, wary, or flat-out confused stares from the individuals. "Heh. Sick entrance!"
He stretched out a hand, completely unbothered by Gaara's scratched expression, bewildered, yet amused. "Name's Suigetsu. A pleasure."
"Gaara of the Sand."
"Ah." A Shinobi over-heard, bounding towards Gaara, instantly sinking into a kneel. "Y-You disappeared. Lord Kazekage guessed someone kidnapped-…"
"I was in the elimination corridors." Gaara's eyes were a haze of scarce recollection, as Suigetsu grinned in interestedness. "Then, I wake up in a cage, thinner, weaker."
His fingers cracked with power, as a nearby block of sand was formed, Gaara clicked them, shaping the sand into blades; rasping. "Where is Rasa now?"
"T-The office."
"Come Suigetsu." Gaara beckoned, his memory was blocked: and he would need proper, unafraid aid, similar to the Hozuki: who behaved airily. "To his office."
"Sure." Suigetsu drawled, confused, yet nonetheless decided to follow, burying his hands into his pockets with a bored mumble. "I want some yogurt after this…"
"Of course."
The Hozuki's silent steps intrigued Gaara to no end, another entity similar in stature to his own, ruffling his hair, he staggered towards Rasa's office.
The Shinobi and citizens scattered instantly, once they discerned Gaara, while his body was unendingly scratched, his tone dry, and his eyes crazed, he carried a certain air.
Suigetsu hopped leisurely on his feet, walking alongside Gaara, who increased his pace, determined to arrive on Rasa's door, and prepared to interrogate.
(-)
Rasa slid another file onto his numerous piles, humming in near soundlessness to himself, until the door creaked, opening itself up.
"I never-…"
He paused in fluttering shock, as a thinner Gaara entered the room, completely unamused at the bewildered countenance of the Kazekage. Coughing, Rasa rumbled. "Gaara. Where-…"
"A cage." Gaara informed, stepping onto the unrolled carpets, folding his arm in uninterrupted patience. "Slimmer. Raspier. And sicker."
Suigetsu stood at the side of the door-frame, consuming a scrumptious cup of yogurt, slurping the almost-soup meal into his lips, sighing: refreshed.
"You brought along someone special." Rasa glanced back to Gaara, tapping his nails onto a brush, eyeing him in minuscule curiosity. "Where were you, then?"
"A cage." Gaara repeated, mirthless in his carefully guarded expression, watching Rasa with a twinge of uncertainty. "What happened?"
"I'm not aware." Rasa shrugged, burying his eye-brows, as Gaara coughed unsteadily, gasping into his own mouth for a second. "Still, you're useless to me now."
"2 decisions to pick." Rasa connected his hands, intertwining his fingers with a grim smile: as if this was a habitual hobby. "I can't detect the one-tails in you. You were picked-…"
Rasa stopped, staring upon Gaara's unaffected status, arms still buried into each-other, sighing, the Kazekage laughed. "1. I kill you and you die. 2. You leave for good."
"2." Gaara instantly decided, unfurling his arms, coughing into his lips, as an unhealthy noise echoed. "I shall leave, if you bring me supplies to use."
"Of course."
(-)
Naruto looked onto Sasuke's rugged, yet non-bootless stance, the Uchiha lowered his upper-section, planting a small kick forward, as his chakra hummed.
The Uzumaki glanced towards Lee and Gai. Lee, who was concentrating on his 8-Inner-Gates training, gave Naruto an amicable gesture, grinning brightly.
"Heh." Naruto pumped chakra into his fingers, rippling the atmosphere with an immediate slash, as the wind susurrated. "I guess you were the winner of the battle?"
"Not sure." Sasuke coiled up his hands, sending a stray punch in front of his form, instantly dispelling his energy. "The two of us were unconscious."
Naruto lifted his eye-brows interestedly, crouching deeper, as he toppled, grousing in soft annoyance for his blunder, standing up- properly. "Sounds exciting."
"Oh, it was certainly exciting." Sasuke's lips rose in cheekiness, recounting his airy behaviour, as opposed to Neji's grimness. "Neji was stuck-up."
"Something about obligations." The Uchiha mumbled, settling into his full stature before shooting a low-kick forward. "Eh, the details aren't too certain."
"You were knocked out after all." Nose choking, Naruto consoled, pausing in his minutely-made stances, as he rubbed his cheek in contemplation. "Huh…?"
"What's wrong?" Sasuke stopped, lowering his arms, and plummeting his leg back into place, his features whirling curiously. "Are you still alive?"
"Yep." Naruto aridly retorted, ignoring Sasuke's rather childish, yet wry smirk, while thrumming in innocence. "What's your Tomoe amount now?"
"2, only." Sasuke shrugged, scattering his coal to crimson, until it whirled in initiation, automatically inspecting all life-forms in his vicinity. "Nothing too bad."
"You can copy most techniques." Naruto melded in his chakra, connecting his fingers, forming a Shadow-Clone: who lazed as he stood. "Similarly to this."
"I copied that a while ago." Sasuke snapped his hands onto each-other, as 5 clones emerged, still folding their arms in immaturity. "Remember the Shadow-Clone army, hilarious?"
Naruto grinned in unbridled mirth, slouching his shoulders, with an indolently calm expression. "I'm planning on making another one, much larger than last time."
"I'm not sure whether to be impressed or scared."
Smirking rather amusedly, Naruto shrugged in concealed certainty. "I'd prefer for you to be scared." Lowering his lips, he stared incuriously- into the distance.
(-)
-Madara- lingered upon a sand-engulfed cliff, observing Gaara and Suigetsu saunter into the windy, yet ruthless path of the desert, while the Hozuki appeared to speak openly.
Behind his mask, the always mirthful, yet scheming countenance of –Madara- warped in amused elation, a rumbling echo of laughter in his lips: suppressed.
"Ah, Gaara. Your part to play shall come soon." –Madara's- Mangekyo shimmered in anticipation: planning. Crouching, he clapped, rippling the sand. "And the Hozuki. Well…"
He smiled dissonantly, as the air writhed in his unending presence before shuddering, with him dissipating, humour bellowing inside him inwardly.
Then, the atmosphere shook- opening up as –Madara- reshaped, looking into the entrance of Iwakagure, smirking with a shimmer of cunningness.
He rubbed his shoulders, hurling the particles of sand into the frosty breeze, and stepping onto the stony-in-constitution path, blurring by the guards: who stayed still.
-Madara- settled atop a roof-top, unconcerned by the chance of being noticed. He snapped a few hand-signs, placing three fingers onto the roof, as it roared.
"Onoki!" He rumbled gruffly, coercing reality to snap into a distortion, the citizens glared upon –Madara-, who erupted into deep laughter. "I come in peace!"
"Oh. I'm being untruthful."
"Burn!"
(-)
23-Hours-Later:
Orochimaru throatily thrummed, staring towards Kabuto: whose lips snapped upwards in perpetual mirth, unfurling the scroll. "It appears Iwakagure was targeted."
"Damages?" The Sannin lifted a goblet, sipping onto the freshly brewed tea. "I doubt the Stone was completely wrecked." Licking his lips, Orochimaru smirked non-ruefully.
"No damages." Kabuto refuted, eye-brows dropped thoughtfully as his eyes roamed the report from some of their spies. "The people were placed into a brief sleep."
"Sleep?" Orochimaru lowered his goblet, tapping his desk, with a dried-up brush sceptically. "Perhaps I can calculate something else. Who forced them into this sleep, then?"
"Unidentified." Kabuto unapologetically informed, rolling up the scroll before catapulting it onto a back table: bowing. "That's all, my lord. Now, if I may, my patients are waiting."
"Allowed."
(-)
Sasuke sprinted.
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While Naruto hurried.
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Sadness
A/N: Bye.
