Here's the second chapter of Imaginary Assassin. The mission is just something I put in here, as something of a test. So far, I think it went pretty well.
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Chapter 1: Shinigami's Assassin
It was a cool night, as the three guards stood at attention in the inner compound. Each of them carried a katana, just in case, and a whistle around their necks to alert others if they spotted something. The soft breeze ruffled the trees in the courtyard, causing the leaves on them to sway in the wind. Moonlight poured through the clouds above, illuminating the area around them in a soft glow.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ore saw a shadowy figure run across the yard. His eyes widened at the sight, as a feeling of anxiousness dawned upon him.
He turned his head, still keeping his body forward, to face one of his companions.
"Psst," He whispered, "I think I just saw something."
"Shut up Ore." His fellow guard grumbled, "That's the fourth time you've said something like that."
A shadow crossed his vision again, and he twitched nervously. "But I swear, something's out there!" He complained.
A rock came flying out of the darkness from behind him, hitting him squarely in the back of the head. His hand immediately rose and rubbed the sore spot where the rock had hit.
"Teme," His comrade said warningly. "If you complain again, I will personally walk over there and shove an even bigger rock right up your ass."
Ore turned to face him, and threw the night he could make out the deep scowl on his face. Turning around and whimpering slightly, he quieted himself.
After a few moments, he saw the shadow once again, moving quickly across the courtyard, headed straight for him. He let out a small yelp, as the shadowy figure came right up to him and swipe a silver dagger right through his throat.
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The small yelp he knew that came from Ore caused him to jump a little in reflex, before a scowl formed across his face.
"Damn Ore," He muttered, sliding the katana from its sheath.
The sound of the blade being drawn attracted the attention of the last guard.
"Oi, stay at your post." He told him, to which he just shrugged it off.
"There's no point to it." He retorted. "Nothing ever happens on guard duty anyways." He began his small trek to Ore's location. "Teme, didn't I say I'd personally come over here next time?"
The moonlight revealed the form of Ore, who had his head towards the sky. There was not enough light to tell his facial expression, but just enough to make out his silhouette.
Ore didn't respond for a few moments, and he said, "Oi, Ore, wake your ass up."
"I believe you told him that you would come over here and shove a rock up his butt." came a quiet response from where Ore was. Ore's body crumpled to the floor, as he saw a shadowed figure standing before him.
Though the night was dark, he was able to make out the form of someone near his exact height, a good 5 foot 11. Nothing else shone from the figure, as he could make out the person wearing a hood.
His eyes widened in surprise, as shadowed person ran right up to him, appearing as if he had suddenly transported. Then he felt the cold surprise of a dagger being slid through his stomach, as he crumpled to the floor in an undignified heap.
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The last guard stood on watch, not worrying about his two comrades. They were normally like this, always bickering and fighting. On the inside though, he knew they both cared deeply for each other, no matter how much they denied it.
It was kind of awkward to him, to think about it.
He let a small sigh escape his lips, as he felt his fellow guard return to his post.
Without looking back, he asked, "How's Ore?"
"Unconscious." came the simple, one word response. The voice was not loud, but a soft whisper.
"Oh, that's go-," He froze, contemplating the words of his 'fellow guard.'
"It is, isn't it?" came the reply. He whipped his head around, turning towards the direction of the voice. At the same time, his hand reached quietly to the whistle around his neck, bringing it up to his lips.
Nothing was in his line of sight, and he felt a hand press against the whistle held in his hands, as another he felt something sharp poke into his back.
"Don't move," the soft whisper came from behind. "I'll just need you for a single moment."
Then he felt the sharp object being rammed through his spine, causing him to fall.
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He looked up from his book from time to time, examining his surroundings for a moment before setting his eye sight back to the words written on the page.
He was so close, he could feel it. The thought of immortality thrilled him, as he continued reading further and further into the book.
He was a wealthy merchant, and had obtained the book from a contact of his nearly four years ago. At first, he had thought about discarding the book, but then he saw the first phrase imprinted within its confines. He would never forget those words…
'This book, it seems…" he flipped the book around in his hands, opening up the pages and nearly sneezing from the dust coming from it.
"Old?" put in the glasses wearing subordinate of his contact.
"Yes, thank you Kabuto-san." He said, turning to face back "Old."
"Well, I assure you, Furin-san." Kabuto's snake-like master hissed. "its age has done nothing to dull the secrets within it."
"Secrets you say?" He asked, sounding intrigued. In his mind however, he felt he would be throwing away the book as soon as he got to his estate.
"Yes," he slithered. "That book has many secrets, and will surely help those who can learn them."
"Then why haven't you tried getting them?"
He chuckled, his subordinate looking nervously around. "I'm afraid those secrets are not the ones I seek."
He opened the book, and stared at the front page. "It seems like the very first page is missing." He observed.
"You are correct. That book has seen many years in its existence, and I'd be surprised if no pages were missing."
He sighed, closing the book with a snap and blowing more dust into the air. "Very well then," He told him, "I will accept this book, only because you recommend it."
"Excellent." He said, his lips curving into a smile.
He sat up from the table, taking the book and his two bodyguards with him. One of them opened the carriage, and he climbed in. The door behind him shut closed, and it started moving.
He soon grew tired of watching the scenery, and looked to the book in his lap. Sighing, he propped it open in his lap and began to read.
'Immortality is something not easily gained. It is something that must be…'
That was the day his life's goal was changed. It had taken nearly four years to decipher the book, and he was nearly finished with it. Already, he could feel the effects of the immortality inside him. He hadn't gotten sick in the past year, and his healing was greatly improved. He also didn't look a day older than when he had started.
Yes, he could feel it already.
The hope of finding eternal life was there, and he knew it was close enough to grasp.
He let loose a loud yawn again, and looked at the time. It was nearly midnight.
He decided it would be best to get to sleep now.
He got up, stretching his tired muscles and aching joints. It could do that to someone who sat in the exact same position for nearly 48 hours, even if they were nearly immortal.
He felt something drop in front of him suddenly, and he was met with a wide eyed, opened mouthed face, hanging upside down. His face was held in a mask of surprise and fear, and his eyes relayed the exact same things. Both his feet were suspended from the ceiling by some wire, and his arms drooped below him.
His eyes widened in shock, and he felt out a high pitched scream, reflexively jumping back.
He, however, didn't watch where he was jumping and tripped over the book he had been reading. He landed back first and felt the breath escape him.
He picked his head up quickly, staring once more at the man hanging upside down, seemingly dead.
"It's surprising, isn't it?" A soft, whispery voice came from behind the suspended man.
Out from behind him came a man dressed in a black hanfu, (look it up on wikipedia, it's the men's style one, shenyi) with a hood attached to the back. It stretched down past his legs, stopping right above his ankles. Underneath, he could see that he was wearing some simple black pants. On his feet he wore socks, which showed in the front end part of his sandals. His attire was form-fitting, but loose enough to have both of his arms fit up to the elbows of the opposite sleeve, which was how he was right now. His hair was short around his head, going slightly past his ears and extending a little beyond his forehead. His hair color was a mixture of blonde and red, but it was difficult to tell because some parts of it were a dark gray in color, a sign of aging.
From behind small, circle sunglasses, he knew that he was staring at him, even though he couldn't see his eyes.
"W-W-Who are you?" He whimpered, backing slowly away from the man.
Several tense moments passed, during which the mysterious man calmly observed him. He felt something subtle slip into his thoughts, but he paid it no mind. Right now, the only things he was thinking were who this man was and why his guards were not coming. They surely should have heard his scream.
"Who I am is of no importance." He replied. "I am not here to tell you about me."
He thought for a second.
"Then why are you here?" He asked slowly, fearing the answer.
"I think you know the answer to that." The mysterious man replied.
His eyes widened even further, as he backed away on the floor, moving as far as he could from the man.
"S-Stay away!" He shouted at him, as the man walked calmly towards him. He hit the walls of the room, and turned behind him. "Guards! Guards!" He called out fearfully. "Guards!"
"You'll find no one will respond." His words and the way he calmly said them forced him to turn, pulling at the door. "You will also find that escape is impossible."
He gave one hard pull on the door, trying to wrench it open. It was all to no avail, as the door just wouldn't open. A hand wrapped itself around his wrist, and he stared at the man right there. He had a small goatee forming at the bottom of his chin, and three marks on each side of his face that looked like whisker marks. He let out a sob of despair, as the man calmly pried his hands away from the door.
"Would you like to know why you have to die?" He asked him calmly.
He pulled his hands out of the man's grasp, knowing that the only reason they came back to him were because the man let them. "No!" He shook his head, backing up against another wall. "No! Just stay away!"
The mysterious man sighed, before putting his hands back into his sleeves. "You were close to succeeding."
He nodded, even though what the man had said was not a question.
"That is why you must die." He explained, "Immortality is not meant for you, and therefore you must be eliminated. No mortal is allowed immortality, whatever their standing in life. My master had hoped you would fail and give up, but you persisted. You kept trying, even when others had given up."
He pulled his hand out of a sleeve, the same calm on his face as a kodachi was pulled along with his hand.
"Please, do not attempt to move or scream. Doing so is pointless. The end result will be the same." He said calmly, the kodachi and the arm that held it whirling in the air, a soft whistle coming from its movement.
Furin backed up, hitting the wall once more.
"No!" He screamed, as the blade descended upon him. "I've done nothing wrong!"
'The Living cannot Live forever.' a calm voice resounded in his mind, making him stop his shivering. 'You have broken this law, and for that, you must be eliminated.'
He felt only an eerie calm now, as the kodachi sliced through the air and his neck.
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He chuckled under his breath, his vision allowing him to see beyond the walls of the compound in which they all lived. Through his sight, he could plainly see that his target was lying asleep in his bed, oblivious to his fate.
'You'll die now, little one.' He whispered madly in his mind.
He pulled over his head his black combat vest, along with his two sickles. He could see that everyone else was asleep, and not one person was up and about.
He quietly stepped over the invisible alarms that his vision made as clear as day.
He saw movement in the room next to him, as he jumped high and stuck to the ceiling. He was just in time too, as the door opened and his fellow Chosen stepped out. He nearly breathed a sigh in relief, but kept it in at the last moment.
He watched as she passed by below him, her hair swaying this way and that.
She headed towards the kitchens and got a midnight snack, before heading back to her room and slamming the door shut behind her.
He winced, as he noted the forms of several more of his fellow Chosen stirring in their sleep. Fortunately, his target was still sound asleep.
He crept along the ceiling slowly, the sickles dangling off the belt he wore around his waist.
He reached his target's room, and smirked. This was too easy. He would have at least thought that he would put some sort of defense around his room or anything, but his vision revealed to him nothing. The other Chosen had all sorts of defenses around their rooms, but his had none.
He frowned. This seemed too perfect, and when things seemed too perfect, they never usually were.
He dropped to the floor, a small squeak sounding upon impact. He turned his head at the noise, looking straight at his target's room. Though his steps and landings were quieter than the others, his target still might have noticed it.
He frowned again, when his target did not have any reaction.
He went straight for his targets door, putting an ear right against the doorway.
Sure enough, he could hear the small snores and breathing that signified that he was sleeping.
He checked around the door, looking carefully for any signs of traps or anything of the sort. He saw nothing.
Shaking his head at the carelessness of his target, he opened the door quietly.
He kept himself low to the ground, stalking right up to his bedside. He pulled a sickle from his belt, and raised it high above his head.
He smirked, savoring the moment. The bane of his existence would be gone this night, and he would never lose to him again.
He brought the sickle down, impaling it into the heart of his target.
No blood came from the wound, and this was where he knew he had erred.
"Did you really think that you could kill me while in my room?" He asked calmly and quietly.
He whipped his head around, and faced him.
In the darkness, he saw that he was leaning against the wall opposite his bed. His arms were inside his pockets, and his hood on the back of his clothing was up. His sunglasses were not on his eyes, and the outsides of his eyes glowed red.
The room started disintegrating before his eyes, leaving nothing but an endless expanse of white.
"Welcome to my imagination," Naruto called to him in his ever calm voice, "And your end."
He screamed wildly in pain, as hundreds of blades soared through the air and pierced his skin.
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"Naruto-kun," the Shinigami sighed, looking at the young boy who stood casually to the side. "Did you really think it was necessary to kill him?"
"Hai, Shinigami-sama." He answered, calm voice and all.
The Shinigami sighed once more, as the two servants carried the impaled body of Chin-Se out of the room. An uncountable amount of blades were impaled upon his body, and blood trickled like a river below him.
"Kami-dono's going to get angry at me again." The Shinigami told him, to which the boy just turned his head.
"Probably," Naruto responded.
A pause followed his one word sentence.
"That's all you can say?" The Shinigami questioned.
"Hai." The blonde/gray/red haired boy said. "I anticipated that Kami-sama would have been here already and I didn't think out the conversation more."
Right at that time, Kami came storming through the doors of the hall, his white cloak billowing behind him. He stood the same height as the Shinigami did right now, an even 8 foot high. His snow white hair stood atop his pale face, which was currently contorted in anger.
"DAMMIT!" The God of Life screamed, "CAN'T YOU TEACH YOUR CHOSEN SOME RESTRAINT!"
Before the Shinigami could answer, Naruto spoke. "Kami-sama, I think it would be wise for you to teach your chosen some restraint." He spoke calmly. "After all, this isn't the first time an incident like this has happened." He reminded him.
Kami let loose a growl in Naruto's direction.
"It isn't Naru-kun's fault, Kami-sama." a feminine voice called from behind Naruto. The shadow that was Naruto's rose up, and took the form of a young, voluptuous young woman. She had bright red hair, and orange, mischievous eyes. She wore a red kimono, and had a ribbon keeping her hair from falling onto her face.
"I daresay it is, Kyuubi-san." Kami retorted, immune to the features of the young woman.
"Oh, phooey." The young woman said, before chuckling in a high pitched tone and blowing a raspberry in the God of Life's way.
"Ohayou, Kyuubi-san." The Shinigami greeted warily. He had seen the Kyuubi's antics many times, and they no longer affected him as they had years ago.
"Ohayou, Shinigami-sama." The Kyuubi said formally.
"Just keep you Chosen on a tighter leash, Shinigami-dono." Kami warned, before stomping out of the halls.
"You killed another of his Chosen?" The Kyuubi asked Naruto, a mournful look on her face.
He nodded, before walking back into his room.
"This makes the fourth time in the past six months from Kami-dono's Chosen alone." The Shinigami sighed. "Combined with the other God's Chosen, that makes over thirteen times during the past half a year."
The Kyuubi shifted forms, landing on his natural human form. Now, instead of a hot, playful young woman, there stood an old, broken down looking man, with grayish red hair and a long beard.
"It's not his fault," The Kyuubi countered. "The others are just jealous."
The Shinigami nodded his head. "For good reason, also. Their own Masters are ignoring them, asking me to loan out Naruto to them, like some object. Soon, we're only going to have one Chosen here."
The Kyuubi nodded his head in agreement. "Added to the fact that Naruto has been your Chosen for nearly seventeen years and has nearly three times the experience of other, it makes him a liable target for the scorn of the other Chosen."
"For most of his life, they've treated him like that. Ever since he was five, he was treated like an outcast by the other Chosen. They always used to welcome him and greet him. Then he survived for five years as a Chosen."
"It's natural," The Kyuubi said, "People will always look up to the survivors and hate them. It's the mortal's way."
The Shinigami sighed. "I must be honest, Kyuubi-san. I grow tired of mortals and their ways. This was why I didn't want a Chosen in the first place."
"What about Naruto?" The Kyuubi asked quietly.
A silence dawned on them, as the Shinigami struggled to find a response.
"Naruto is different. He feels those emotions, yet he does not let them control him." The Shinigami admitted. "Naruto is no more a mortal than you and I. We both know he has lived through things that some Gods couldn't even go through."
"That is only because he has a purpose," Kyuubi said. He looked directly at the Shinigami, and the Death God met his gaze. "He wishes only to serve his master."
A small smile tugged at the lips of the Shinigami. "Then maybe he should stop killing the other God's Chosen and making them mad at me."
Both laughed, and Naruto quietly closed the door.
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He sat on his bed, staring at the wall right across from him. The darkness obscured his vision, but he could still see. Suddenly, the walls of his room were torn down, leaving nothing but an endless expanse of whiteness. His bed was gone, and he stood now, seemingly floating in the air.
He heard the small howl of the wind, as it got closer and closer.
From beyond the horizon, small figures were forming, growing closer and closer with every passing second. Soon, the small figures were huge mountains, zooming at Naruto at incredibly high speeds.
They stopped right below him, the snow covered peaks bursting through the clouds that came with them. He stared down, his posture calm.
Then he fell, nearly 2,000 feet onto the top of a snow covered mountain top. He landed lightly on his feet, as if he not fallen at all.
Small droplets of water were forming on him. If his mind registered it, then he would have felt the cold air. However, all his training paid off, and his mind didn't even feel the water on him.
He could have just made the mountains below him appear there, but he liked it when things took time. Though the things that took time weren't always useful, they always made you appreciate them better.
He crossed his arms, his mind sending a mental command to the clouds, imagining them gone.
"Part." He whispered. The clouds around him moved further away from him, going to other mountain tips.
The blue sky hung above him, its azure color replacing the white.
Distantly on the other mountain tops, he created clones that were near exact copies of him, except for the fact they were rocky.
He held out both arms, and imagined.
He felt the weight drop into his hands, and brought both katanas up, the katana in his right hand held in a reverse grip and held horizontally. The katana in his left hand was held vertically and in a normal grip.
"Hajime." He whispered. He didn't even need to say it, as the five clones sunk into the mountains they had been created from.
He jumped into the air, as a pair of rock arms burst from the mountain he had been on. He saw something below him spring from the ground and shot straight up at him, going at a deadly speed on collision course with him.
With the extra weight of the katanas, he spun himself in the air, going in a downwards spiral towards the rock clone. He brought both blades up, just as the rock clone was about to hit him.
He felt the impact on his arms and the swords vibrate in his fingers, but his mind soon banished those feelings, just as he had trained to do. Gravity did it's work, and they both fell to the ground, his blades crossed with the arms of the clone. They gathered speed, and Naruto turned his body, so that his feet were now planted against the head of the clone. He pushed upwards, his blades untangling themselves from the rock clone's arms.
The rock clone smashed into the ground, as Naruto landed silently on a tree in the forest that was hidden in the valley between the mountains.
He watched below him, looking for any signs of the rock clones. They would only be able to locate him if he stepped on ground, which was why he was now on a tree, the blades dangling from his arms.
It would be a waiting game soon, to see which group would grow impatient and start looking for the other. Naruto was fine with this. He was good at waiting.
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"You need Naruto's help?" The Shinigami asked his fellow God.
She nodded solemnly, and a bit sadly. "I'm afraid I do. My new batch of Chosen just isn't strong enough to take care of it, and if I send them out, I fear that they will only make the situation worse."
"It's fine, Etainushi-dono." The Shinigami smiled. The God of Nature rarely asked for help from Naruto, unlike other Gods. The Shinigami could count on one hand the number of times Etainushi had asked for Naruto. She preferred having her own Chosen try it, and only brought in the help of others when she felt their lives were at risk. "I'll call him righ-,"
"You were going to call, Shinigami-sama?" Naruto asked, phasing through a wall. This action caused Etainushi to jump slightly in her chair, but she just shrugged it off afterwards.
"Hai, Naruto-kun." The Shinigami said, standing from his chair. "I'll leave Etainushi-dono here to explain to you." Naruto walked over to the door, opening it for the Shinigami.
"Hai, Shinigami-sama." Naruto said, bowing as the Shinigami passed him. The Shinigami gave him a slight nod, before he left and Naruto closed the door.
Little light filtered into the room, but the room was pretty decorative. Oak book cases lined the walls on three sides, all account books of those who had broken the laws of the Shinigami, and the potential with those to do so. The Shinigami normally sat behind a large, wooden desk, where the only source of light in the room came from a small lamp. He normally sat in a rather comfy looking chair behind the desk. In front of the desk were two chairs, each as comfy looking as the chair behind the desk.
Naruto walked over, sitting in the remaining chair in front of the desk positioned across from Etainushi.
"Ossu, Naruto-kun." Etainushi said formally, bowing her head a little in respect.
"Etainushi-sama." Naruto bowed in his chair, before sitting back straight. "You have need of me?"
The God of Nature nodded her head, before explaining what she needed, "There is a group in the far south of Fire Country. They've been cutting down trees for over two decades and I have let them do so because they needed it for their company. However, they are now all wealthy and are now cutting trees down for increased profit, and selling their wood for more now. I have sent one of my Chosen to them to warn them, but she failed. I want you to destroy the entire organization." She stared at him, trying to look for any reaction. All she saw was the ever present sense of calm on his face. "Do not leave any alive, as I'm sure they will bring more and more people, and could probably destroy the entire Southern Fire Country Forest."
Naruto nodded, understanding what she wanted him to do. "Will the assassination of anyone specific dissuade any attempts at destroying the forest?" He asked. It was a simple idea. Cut off the head of the snake and the rest would follow.
Etainushi thought for a moment, before shaking her head. "It probably would, but I don't want to risk it."
Naruto nodded.
"In return, I'll help Shinigami-dono with his work."
Naruto nodded in agreement. It was a fair trade, as there was sure to be much blood spilled then.
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He walked into the town Etainushi had directed him into, where the compound in which all of the organization's employees and owners lived in was located.
Night had fallen, and the cold air nipped at the skin of everyone but the lone boy walking calmly in the night.
People passing by only spared him a glance, before hurrying back into their homes, their reactions caused by both the cold air and subtle suggestions Naruto was giving their distracted minds. It was always easier to work in the cold, where people were distracted enough by the temperature that he was able to slip into their minds and give them 'suggestions'.
He stood at the barred gates of the compound, looking for an alternate way in.
"Hey!" A male voice shouted from inside the gates, running opposite of where Naruto was standing and inside the gate. "What are you doing here?" He demanded.
"Gomen," Naruto said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. His hood was down but his sunglasses were still on. "I got lost."
Another guard came over, running over to his companion. "What's going on here?"
The other guard answered. "This kid got lost and ended up here."
Guard Number 2 looked at Naruto, giving him a quick examination. His eyes rested on the sunglasses that Naruto was currently wearing. "What kind of person wears sunglasses at night?" He asked, shaking his head.
Naruto laughed, "Apparently, a lost kid like me."
All three laughed, and Naruto saw now would be a good time.
He phased through the gates, and ran with the swiftness and suddenness of a trained assassin at the first guard. He couldn't even register it, as Naruto's hands shot out, wrapping themselves around the guards neck and swinging around him, twisting as he did so. The guard's neck snapped, and he crumpled to the ground. He ran right up to the other guard, who was stunned, and leaned over, pressing his back against the man's chest. He grabbed hold of the katana sheathed at the man's waist and pulled it out, the blade sliding out silently. He twisted around, the blade held in a reverse grip. It slid across the man's throat, but only a small trickle of blood marked his death.
He had only made a small cut, but it was deadly all the same. The total time it had taken to kill both guards was three seconds, one second for running, one each for killing both guards.
He dragged the bodies out, stuffing them behind a group of bushes to the side. He made sure to keep the body of the man he had killed second facing skywards, so the blood wouldn't leave a trail.
He looked at the katana in his hands, his bloodline activating.
Behind his glasses, his eyes twisted themselves into spirals, the only thing remaining of his original eyes was the red lining the outsides.
He deactivated it, and pictured what he had in mind. The blade started morphing, and ended up as just one long, straight sword with a hook at the end.
He swung it around experimentally, and nodded to himself.
He pulled up the hood of his clothing, and stored both arms inside his sleeves, as well as the sword he had just created.
Then he walked forward, into the main compound building, and into the walls.
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Inside the recreation room, around 50 people were all gathered.
Some were playing pool, while others were having a drinking contest. Only one person sat isolated from them all, reading a book in a chair lined up with the wall.
"HAHAHA!" A loud, annoying laughter burst from one of the small, circular tables scattered around the room. All eyes turned to stare at the man, who was obviously drunk, as he slammed a card into the table. "Give me the eight!" He cried out happily, holding a hand out towards another one of the men.
The man just sighed, looking down and shaking his head. "I said 'Go Fish', Hebereke-san, not 'Take my eight'." (Hebereke means drunk)
Hebereke took a deep breath, shaking his head and then taking a swig from his bottle. "Gomen, Sober-san." He mumbled, taking another swig from his bottle before holding it up. "This stuff is getting to my head."
"Then perhaps we should take our leave." Sober said, putting down his cards and picking up Hebereke from underneath his shoulders. He looked to everyone else, muttering an apology and a quick good night. They walked out, and everyone resumed their business.
"Hey," one of the men at the table Sober and Hebereke left from, "Hebereke left his bottle here." He reached towards it, but someone slapped his hand.
"Baka." He said, "Remember last time someone tried to take a sip of Hebereke's beer?"
He shivered, and his hand went back to its position underneath the table.
"Anyways, go return it." He ordered. "Hebereke's going to get mad if he finds out his bottle ain't in his hands in the morning."
He nodded, picking up the bottle and going after Sober and Herebeke.
"Doesn't Herebeke get mad if someone touches his bottle anyways?" The other man nodded, going over to the cards the man who had left had left on the table. He mumbled yes and continued looking back and forth between the cards and his. "You just did that to look at his cards, didn't you?"
"Damn straight." He said distractedly, looking back and forth between the cards still. The other man just sighed.
Soon, the man who had left came running back into the room, his eyes wide with fear.
"Hey, what's up?" One of the people in the room asked him.
He panted, his eyes still wide. "T-T-T-T." He couldn't help but stutter. "THEY'RE DEAD!" He screamed, and silence descended upon the room.
"Who's dead?" someone asked him after a long pause.
The rest of the room minus one person sitting in the corner silently leaned in to listen.
"Sober and Hebereke!" He sobbed out, falling to his knees. "They're in the hallway!"
Some people in the room shook their heads, not believing him. "Go out and check for yourself!" He cried out.
The others mumbled, going into the hallway. The door mysteriously shut behind them, and the remaining people in the room, except for the person in the corner, looked worriedly at the door.
Wails and screams came from outside, and the remaining people panicked.
"We're all going to die!" One of them screamed.
"Oh my god!" They yelled.
The only person not partaking in these activities was the person in the back, who had his head hunched over and reading his book.
"We're going to die!" Someone screamed again, as if to make sure of it.
Despite all of this, the person in the back remained calm, still hunched over and reading his book.
They kept screaming and running around, until someone finally noticed the gray haired man in the background.
"Hey, why are you so calm?" He asked him, tears streaming down his face. "We're going to die and all you can do is read your book."
He waited for an answer, but he did not say anything. He walked over, and tapped the man lightly on his shoulder.
He let out a loud and high pitched scream, as the others came running over, letting loose similar screams from their mouths.
"He's dead!" The one who had discovered him shouted, looking at the man and turning away, throwing up.
His head was completely separated from his shoulders, and had rolled off when he had tapped him. Blood was covering his neck slightly, but it not much. All in all, if someone stopped to admire it, the cut was clean, precise, and deadly. No wasted energy, and just enough to get the job done and nothing more. The work of a true assassin.
"How'd he die?" Someone asked.
"Obviously someone killed him." A calm voice answered, and they all whipped their heads around.
There stood the man who had run discovered Sober and Hebereke. He had his arms crossed across his chest, and a blade with a large hook at the end.
"I-It was you!" They all cried out, pointing an accusing finger at him.
He nodded, and his form seemed to shimmer for a moment. Then it rested, and stood a man clad in black.
"The God of Nature warned you, but you did not listen, instead letting greed overtake you." He calmly said, putting his hands inside his sleeves along with the blade. "I was kindly asked by her to eliminate you."
"Please, spare us!" They begged, understanding their predicament.
The man shook his head. "I cannot do that. For now, you must die."
The room suddenly fell apart before them, turning into an endless expanse of white.
"Welcome to your ends." He spoke calmly, before slowly disappearing, one bit at a time, just like ashes.
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I'm ending that there. Sorry, but I got lazy at the end and I didn't write everything I wanted to.
If you have any questions, suggestions, or want to say something, please ask/tell me. More importantly, tell me if you see any errors in here.
Dokugin
Word Count: 6,314… sorry I couldn't give you guys 9k. I'll try harder next chapter.
Page Count: 15
Time: No idea.
Next Chapter Title: Chapter 2: Jashin's Request, Kill an Immortal