Chapter 7
Akatsuki
Nakashima had sped from the gate of Konoha for ten minutes when he noticed something was wrong. He threw himself to the ground and rolled as the dagger sailed over his head. He lay on his back to catch his breath, then jumped up on the balls of his feet and drew his Katana. "Very impressive!" a high voice jeered from the trees.
Nakashima turned round, clicking his sword from its sheath and bringing it around in a wide arc. Five shuriken darted from the trees, and Nakashima rolled… but not fast enough. The shuriken crashed into his body, and Nakashima's eyes widened. He coughed, his breath bubbling as blood crept through his mouth. His critical systems had been hit.
He landed hard on the floor and exploded in a white puff of smoke. What!" The assassin yelled. "How is that possible? That was a very advanced technique!"
"Dance of the Crescent Moon" Nakashima howled, as he came crashing down on top of the assassin, his three clones twirling madly. The assassin dodged and tripped over backwards. "So, it was a shadow replication," he panted. "This time you will not be so lucky!" The assassin clambered to his feet. He began forming a seal; "Temple of Nirvana…"
There was a ripping noise and the assassin suddenly collapsed face down. Standing behind him was Kisame. "Fool!" he barked at Nakashima. "You thought you could escape us?" Nakashima said nothing. He lowered his sword, shifting his body weight low, preparing himself for attack. He got within five metres of Kisame and raised his sword for the finishing blow.
Kisame's large sword came swinging round. It smashed into Nakashima's body.
Kisame laughed, "Now the pathetic chakra that you contain has been drained!"
He looked to where he had it Nakashima. He was shocked at what he saw.
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Kuroda struggled up in her chair; she spat some blood on the floor.
"I am only going to ask one more time!" The tall man blond man said.
Kuroda gathered as much spittle in her mouth as possible and spat it into his face, though it was laced with blood and sent angry red lines across his cheeks.
The man raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. He drew his dagger and put the blade on her neck. Pushing it harder, it began to bleed. Kuroda bit back a whimper of pain, and the tall man licked his lips. "That blood looks tasty…let's spill a little more, shall we?"
He pulled the dagger back and began to bring it down, the blades descent was fast and it was increasing. She screamed out and began to sob. "Alright! I will… I will tell you everything…just don't hurt me!"