Past Heroes
The knife didn't stop. The sweat dribbled in sheets across her face, mingling with the salty tears. "You left it too late!" The tall blond man sniggered. "Shame you couldn't wait to die." Footsteps pounded the hallway outside and the door burst open, breaking off its hinges.
"Stop!" Her eyes blinked furiously to keep the sweat and blood from them, and her stomach froze as she recognised the black and red; both eyes, hair and robe.
"She is of no use to us, Itachi." She closed her eyes as his words confirmed it. Though how she could ever mistake those cruel features for anyone else… She flinched as the knife was raised again.
Itachi looked at him, eyes calm but gleaming. "The leader wants her alive. Are you going to confront the leader?"
The man scoffed incredulously. "Itachi, what has got into you? We can say it was an accident," the tall man grinned.
"No." His face looking extremely cold.
The tall man looked down at Kuroda. "You are lucky. Pathetic girl!" He spat once on her, smirking and wiping his mouth. Itachi suddenly exploded with rage. He was right behind the tall man, his knife pushed against his back. Ever so slowly, Itachi pushed it in. "Itachi!" the tall man yelled.
"I am sorry," Itachi said pulling his knife back, though his tone was laced with more disappointment then regret. "I got carried away. Forgive me," he muttered, bowing to him. "The leader would now like me to take her…" he gestured at Kuroda, and the tall man glared at her. "To him."
The tall man looked taken aback and left hurriedly. Itachi stood up and walked over to Kuroda and untied her. "Follow me," he said with a sigh. Kuroda sensed something different in this man; it was not the man who had taken away her Nakashima. He had changed.
The rain suddenly started again. The mysterious shadow looked up and let the rain beat upon its face. It felt so good, cold and refreshing. The shadow remembered hating rain as a child. It was the rain that had taken away its family… or so it had been told.
A smile crossed its shadowy features; it had been so close to the man the rain legends had spoken of, He must be the man the legend spoke of. His mysterious leaving of the village and the rain stopping, it all fitted together.
The shadow frowned slightly, remembering the pale, shaking girl beside him. She is an insignificant pawn, but she will die like the man of the rain. They killed my family and just now, they killed my partner. I will now destroy everything that means something to them.
The shadows tears mingled with the rain pouring down its face; the water trickled to the floor and had a taste of salt. The shadow leaped into the trees and began to track after the travellers.
In the flash of lighting that struck the skies the forehead protectors was all that could be seen above those illuminated green eyes.
The ninja was a ninja from the land of Sound; a music note formed on the head protector, neatly scratched into the gleaming metal. The men in the guard tower never knew what hit them before their lives were extinguished in an explosion of supersonic noises. When the backup team arrived all they found was a bloody mess scattered all over the trees.
The sound ninja smirked remembering the words its master had told him:
"Be careful of these warriors. If Akatsuki are interested they are definitely no ordinary warriors."
I have trained well the sound ninja thought and leapt back into the trees. I will not fail Orochimaru-sama. I will not fail!