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DEAR GOD...THIS CHAPTER TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE. Writing fighting scenes is just something I'm not good at...but I really made an effort in writing it so I hope you guys will like it.
Wrong estimation…the fight scene is longer than I'd expected…so one more chapter before the epilogue. I'm splitting the whole shebang into two chapters lol
Just wondering…is anyone losing interest for Operation? It just that I'd been getting fewer and fewer reviews…I wonder what's wrong ...
Just A Mission-ch5
Isamu went right for her neck, strangling her.
She slammed into the metal frame of the glass shelves behind her. The things in the fridge rattled as the carton of milk and the water jug (which were at the top of the shelf) fell out. The glasswares were smashed into millions of pieces, sliding and spreading across the ground while its contents were sprayed everywhere due to the force of impact.
Instinctively, Tenten brought her hands over his, trying to pry his hands off of her and failed miserably. His strength, without a doubt, surpassed hers. He had pressed his body onto hers in such a way that it was impossible to kick him or knee him effectively like last time.
Tenten choked, her lungs screamed for air.
Goddamn it!
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something that she could use to relieve her of the situation. Without a second thought, she reached behind her. Feeling the coolness of the bottle of orange juice, she slammed it onto his head…
Only to miss as he'd jumped back.
He must've noticed the way her eyes had focused on the glass object before.
However, she would not give him another chance to come close to him again. She threw the glass container at him only to have him ducked out of the way. The item smashed at the far wall and shattered around the sink area.
"Quick reflexes." Isamu commented in a light tone as he closed in once again.
Tenten smirked. This time, when he was close enough, she turned her body sideways just when his fist was about to hit her. With her right hand, she grabbed Isamu by his right wrist while her other hand pushed the back his elbow so that he couldn't bend it. Their close proximity allowed her to trip him as she pulled him toward the fridge. Since he'd already set his own body in motion, he wasn't able to stop himself as his fist went through the plastic cover that protects the light bulb of the refrigerator.
Not letting this chance to past by her, Tenten used her left hand and hand-chopped him at the throat. She let go as he fell backwards, plummeting onto the ground with a loud bang. He coughed and choked and then…
He didn't move.
Tenten looked at the body before her.
She'd been completely taken by surprise. Her awareness in detecting was something she was proud of. However, she didn't even realize that Izamu had infiltrated her house until she saw his face…Yet he must've arrived here shortly after Neji had left. After all, Neji had terrific perceiving skills due to his advance bloodline, even when Byakugan was not activated. Therefore, he had been in her house for around ten minutes or so.
Sighing slightly, Tenten began to assess the situation. She would be at a disadvantage if he was to fight with her again. She had no weapon right now. Her weapon pouch sat on top of her dresser, since she always put it on last, after she got dressed. Her other sophisticated weapons were either located within her weapon scrolls, which were also on her dresser, or in the training room, which were placed neatly on different wooden racks.
Since it was in the middle of the night, she was in her sleeping clothes. Different from her usual clothes, she was wearing a male sized t-shirt along with a pair of shorts. Those clothes were comfortable to wear but not helpful in fighting since they were loose. Thus, this increased the area of which she could be grabbed. She was also barefooted, as she was not used to wearing any slippers in the house. Not to mention…
Tenten tucked her hair behind her ears as she carefully evaded the broken glass on the ground, making her way toward him. Although her brain was telling her to use this time to stock up, she could not risk the chance of letting him out of her sight. This definitely would not be the wisest decision she'd made but she has to check on his condition immediately. She'd knocked him out on self-defence, yet she'd given no order to injure or (as much as she wanted) maim him in any way. Therefore, she couldn't act on her own in deciding whether or not to kill him.
Pulling out a Chef Knife out of the wooden knife block, which rested on the kitchen counter (just for safe measures), she kneeled next to him. She reached for his neck, trying to feel his pulse before determining her next move.
Just as her index and her middle fingers touched his neck, Isamu's eyes snapped open. She found herself being punched hard in the stomach; the force pushed her against the dishwasher. She saw black spots as her head connected with the handle of the machine. She swiped the Chef knife in Isamu's direction, aiming for his chest.
This guy…
He moved away from her, standing just in front of her opened refrigerator. The front of his black shirt torn open horizontally as her knife indeed hit its mark…although the wound was too shallow to do any fatal damage, it was bleeding nevertheless.
Slowly, Tenten placed her right hand on the kitchen counter. Never taking her eyes off of him, she supported herself up. She blinked several times, adjusting herself to the throbbing that remained in her head like a pseudo migraine. Her back was going to be a problem too since it took the blunt of the shove when she hit the Dishwasher, which now had a large deep dent on it. It was making cracking sounds as she moved like it was about to snap any second, and the punch…
Tenten winced as she felt the pain in her stomach. She slumped forward slightly as her left hand covered the area.
"Ah, I love that expression on your face," Isamu took a step toward her and heard loud sounds of glass snapping as pieces broke under his weight.
He look down at the glass fragments and then toward her. He kicked the glasses in her direction, making sure that the glass fragments surrounded the areas around her. Before, the pieces were mostly around the latter part of the kitchen, but now it was distributed mostly at the opposite end, where she was located.
Tenten remained expressionless as he did it.
Isamu rushed toward her, aiming his attacks at the lower part of her body, forcing her to move her feet. Yet, she wasn't someone who would do as he pleased. Remaining glued on her spot, Tenten was able blocked most of the attacks. She knew she was in a bad position. Isamu had more flexibility in terms of space. When Tenten found an opening, she couldn't put forth her attack because all he needed to do was to jump back and away from her. The area which she could manoeuvre or attack was limited. As a result, she was forced to be in a defensive position while he was able to use her immobility to his full advantage.
She would not be able to defeat him like this.
Just as Tenten was trying to figure out a plan, Isamu pulled out a katana which he took from her training room earlier. He bent his knees slightly and that was all the initiation it took for Tenten jumped onto the kitchen counter to evade his piercing attack (she wasn't a weapon expert for nothing, she knew what stance one needs to take in order to do a move).
She was not interested in having that katana jabbed into her chest…no matter how much she loved that katana.
With a flick of his wrist, Isamu changed the direction of his attack, forcing Tenten to jump off the counter to evade his swipe. Yet, he gave her no time to recoup. Therefore, she grabbed the handle of the fridge door and swung it out in front of her, ducking low as the katana pierced through it. As the katana was lodged into the door, Tenten shoved the door in the other direction to close it so that it would slam against Isamu's arm, forcing him to drop his katana. She then aimed the Chef knife at his throat only to have her weapon slapped out of her hand. The blade sailed across the kitchen and nailed itself into one of the wooden cabinets on the other side.
They engaged in melee combat, with him using only his left hand while she used both hands to fight. Her back was used to push against the fridge door, forcing him in place as well as crippling his arm.
Even with both of her hands, she wasn't able to take advantage of the situation. Isamu was someone good in close range, hand-to-hand combats while she, on the other hand, she was better at long range, supporting her team-mates, who were both specialized in mostly close range combat, with weapons.
She punched Isamu hard in the face and pressed backward until she heard the satisfying snap.
"You bitch!" Isamu screamed. He spoke with a sound of menace and his face expressed anger.
Tenten smiled at his remark, not caring much as she continued fighting with him.
However, her victory was short-lived as Isamu did something that resembled a Chakra Burst suddenly.
The hinge of the fridge door broke off and she was thrown forcefully out of the way, slamming hard into one of the four wooden chairs, which were pushed against the dining table, with her upper body. She could barely get out of the way as the fridge door flew across the room and collide with the same furniture.
The legs of the whole dining set (the table and the chairs) all snapped and collapsed.
Sitting on the ground next to the pile of broken wood and a fridge door, Tenten smirked as she looked up to him who was standing approximately a few feet away from her. He was carefully analyzing his wound, which was a broken upper arm as well as a large ugly bruise that was surrounding the area.
With his left hand, Isamu covered his wound as a small light of chakra glowed. When he took his hand off of his wound, Tenten saw that the broken parts of his arm were joined. Casually, Isamu picked up the katana with his left hand. He walked toward her as his right arm rested at his side.
Tenten chuckled at the irony of it all as she moved back weakly, distancing herself from him since she lacked the strength to get up. She'd fell to the ground as she had to get away from the flying door quickly. The blow she received by crashing into the wooden chair…she approximated that a rib or two must've cracked. Unlike Sakura, who would be able to heal herself with chakra, Tenten would just have to gather enough strength to finish him in one blow fast, despite her condition…Even though the chance of it actually succeeding would be low, she would try anyway.
On the other hand, the wound she gave to Isamu…was healed, not completely but the damage was greatly reduced.
"So, enlighten me Isamu. Why this lovely visit?" Tenten started, humourlessly when she hit the end wall. She was planning to stall him as much as possible.
Isamu didn't answer.
To him, playtime was over. He didn't have all day to attack her. He had to get out of Konoha soon, now that he got what he needed from this damn village. From the very beginning, Isamu knew of the Leaf's operation and it made his job much easier since he no longer had to infiltrate Konoha. All he needed to do was to let those dumb Leaf shinobis take him into Konoha. Once he arrived, he would just take what he needed and get out.
He could've gotten out of Konoha without a problem, it was a simple and easy task since the Leaf was expecting him to be in a cell in the Torture and Interrogation Center. However, he couldn't leave without paying this bitch a visit, not without showing her his gratitude when she'd handed him to Ibiki. He'd gone through quite a lot before Ibiki called it a day. What was worse was that he couldn't kick Ibiki's ass since Jounins and ANBUs worked in that department during most the day. Although he was confident in his skills, he'd never thought of taking them all on. Even he wasn't that insane.
Therefore, Isamu had waited patiently in his cell until the end of the day, when by which most of the people there had already retired before breaking out. If it wasn't because those stupid unnecessary wounds, he would've finished everything a long time ago.
Tenten watched him moved closed to her, stopping only a foot away from her before kneeling down to face her. It seemed that he was aware of her weak state as well since he'd left himself wide open. However, she knew that he only seemed that way; the tense muscles of his body told her that he would be able to lash out any time if anything arose. Despite what she wanted to do to him, in her state, she probably didn't have enough strength to swash a fly, forget about giving him a fatal strike.
"You are quite feisty; I like that in a girl." Isamu smirked. "I think I'm going to miss you when you die."
"And I'm going to miss you when I drag…" Tenten coughed several times, choking up blood. God, her wound in her abdominal was getting worse. "…your battered body back to the T&I (A/N: Torture and Interrogation Center) and back to Ibiki."
"Still thinking about that huh?" Isamu chuckled. Sheathing his sword, he leaned forward as his left hand reached for her.
Tenten watched, thinking that he was going to strangulate her. She wasn't going to die without a fight, at least not without injuring him enough that her other allies will be able kill him easily.
She clenched her hands into fists.
However, all her plans were thrown off when he lifted her chin with his forefinger and thumb, forcing her to align directly at his face.
"As I'd said before, I like you a lot Tenten." Isamu said with a touch of regret in his voice. "But I think I'll like the pained look on the Hyuuga Neji's face more when he sees what I'd done to you."
Before she could say anything to retort, he kissed her savagely, pressing her against the wall behind her.
Tenten narrowed her eyes, although molesting had been one of her scenarios, it'd always been disregarded. Not because he wouldn't but rather, she doubted he had the time to go through the whole thing since he had to get out before shinobis arrived at her house.
However, this could be used to her advantage, since he was so close to him.
She was about to hit his pressure points at the neck to render him unconscious when she found something foreign entered her mouth.
It was a pill.
Isamu pinched her nose and covered her mouth with one hand. With his other, he grabbed both of her wrists, stopping her futile struggles. He didn't release her until she swallowed the pill.
Immediately, Tenten tried to get the pill out by agitating uvula with her fingers only to realize the world around her started twirling. In front of her, she saw there were three Isamus, each overlapping one another like she was looking into a Kaleidoscope.
Shit…
Losing control over her body, Tenten fell forward…
Right to Isamu…
She was losing her consciousness…
Neji…
"There's no one in the house." Lee informed Neji as the Proud Beast of Konoha joined the Hyuuga in the kitchen. He'd been all over, only to find that Isamu was not here…as well as Tenten.
What they saw in the kitchen didn't make them feel any better. There were glasses on the ground, a Chef knife had lodged itself into one of the wooden cabinets, the dishwasher was totalled, one of the door of the refrigerator had broke off and somehow landed on the dining table on the other side of the kitchen, which now laid in ruins. There was blood all over the place, although it wasn't enough quantity to be fatal, Neji and Lee had no idea who was the one injured. The large sliding glass door that was next to the dining room was open.
"Byakugan!" Neji called out the infamous technique as veins bulged out around his eye area.
He scanned his surroundings, allowing his vision to see through the walls of Tenten's house before adjusting themselves to the familiar streets and buildings in Konoha within fifty meters. He saw groups of Jounins dispersing into separate directions and others who were knocking on people's doors, warning them about their escaping prisoner.
Then…
Neji took off.
Lee followed closely behind him.
No more words were exchanged between the two team-mates but from the look of Neji's face, Lee knew that something was terribly wrong. With his bloodline activated, Neji's look promised a painful death. Lee could understand where Neji's anger came from, since he felt the same when he saw what happened at Tenten's place.
However, Neji also showed impatience and the muscles of his body were tensed up. Neji increased his speed.
Neji was someone who could remain calm and collected even when the worse case scenarios happened on an S-rank mission. He was also calculative; he wasn't someone who would go around wasting stamina.
If only Lee knew what Neji saw…
Tenten…
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