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Notice Chapter 4.5 !
Prismatic Shadows
Chapter 4
Sudden Sound
A puple haired, spectacles wearing nin was busy in his medical lab concocting a cure for his present master. Kabuto hated to think like that. That Orochimaru was his master ans all that. But if he was to get what he wanted, Kabuto would have to stick around and try to actually heal the dead arms of his master's that hung limp by his sides. Kabuto prided himself in medical jutsu. After all, he had been taught by best, long thought to have been lost for decades.
Konoha thinks they're so powerful. They're only powerful to the known world, not the world hidden in the ruins of the past.
Kabuto wavered when he hearn a sudden noise that came from the door of the medical room. The strange concoctions bubbled at the slight tremor. Kabuto grimaced. If another tremor like that was to happen with the next month or so, about half of them would have to be discarded.
Orochimaru's thought patterns were quite, different, then any S-Class criminal to date. Sure the Uchiha murderer had a blindness problem at the age of 20, but his masters arms were actually stretching from the gravity pulling the skin cells apart. His arms were abnormaly long now. Like an ape.
Kabuto snickered at the thought of his master spontaneously growing hair in all the wrong places and walked towards the door. He opened the door and looked eye level at the door. A small envelope was sticking there by a sharpened kunai. Kabuto imediately thought of young sound shinobi (there weren't many, but there were some) trying to scare him. The blood was probably that of a cat or dog. He returned inside the room with the envelope in hand, heading towards the fancy chair in the corner beside the table that concoctions were mixed.
Kabuto was a patient man, unlike his master. Nor was he a procrastinator. He did what had to be done and waited as long as he could with out feeling that he himself was lazy.
However, this was a diffrent matter. A letter was found on his medical door. He should have sensed it if it was young shinobi, or even if it was a daring older shinobi. The only skill that was on par with his medical jutsus were those jutsus of discovering chakra patterns.
There was only one group...
With the bloodied kunai in hand and an deducted answer formed in his head, Kubuto sliced the top of the envelope, careful not to bloody the contents.
He removed the contents (he had managed not to bloody them). It was a letter. About half a page in length with small barely legible hand writing. He recognized it imediately. His small snicker grew into a maniacal grin. It was finnaly time.
Kabuto calmed himself down and went in search of Orochimaru. He stopped in the second infermary, the 'throne room' (Kabuto held such disdain for that room), he stopped at his chambers and even checkked the showers. The only place left would be the war room. Kabuto headed towards the room and very proud that he had been able to stay with the plan for as long as he did.
He knocked on the door with that catching rhythm and he walked in. Orochimaru was sitting in a wooden throne and was listening to the most accomplished Sound shinobi to ever raise into the most trusted general/tactitian.
She wore a tight light purple yukata. It was nothing special. She was of average height with shoulder length straight red hair. The cuts were purposely choppy. the sharp angle of her hair brought out her sharp, hating opal eyes. Much like the Byakugan, she could see long distances. No chakra circletory systems, however. But used in conjuction with another jutsu she developed she could send her mindwaves through sound waves. It made her a grand tactition. She could make sudden changes to a strategy and send them through sound waves. The tunnels were basicly made for this jutsu. Emotionless and devout, Kei Miko was a sound prodigy.
Kei regarded Kabuto with an unyielding eye. She turned her back away from him and shifted towards the world wap. Orochimaru looked at kabuto for a fraction of a second. When he had looked away, Kabuto caught his attention again by clearing his throat and putting the letter in front of his face. He walked to towards wooden throne and handed the letter, or rather just a short note. The exhange was noiseless.
Orochimaru read the note a few times and each tie gazing at the last two words, Death Match.
Orochimaru liked those words. So far, those two words to Orochimaru ment that he would win. And kill them all!!
"Yes." was the only thing thing that came from his mouth.
Kei was busy pushing pins into the border of Fire Country.
"Kei, start the strategy," Orochimary stated. Kei turned around to face him. "Konoha will be in danger at all times. You will gather the ideal combatents for this...proposition, at the same time make sure that we have even more skilled ninjas waiting around Fire Country's border."
With a quick nod, Kei returned to her board, grabbed a new colour of pushpins, and applied more to the map.
Orochimaru stood up suddenly. Kabuto heard a bit more flesh rip. From Orochimaru's shoulder came a quick dark, ruby, red line of blood. As it traveled down his arm, the fabric absorbed it. He walked towards the corridor and stopped under the door frame.
"Come Kabuto. You aren't as blind as the Uchiha, get my medicine."
Kabuto smirked and wondered when those damned arms were just going to fall off. He could save the weird concoctions for something else.
Team 7 caught up with everything that could have happened. The procedure was the same for every question.
Sakura would ask a question.
She would hope that Sasuke who would answer.
She would be dissapointed everytime Naruto decided to answer.
Kakashi would blush while reading Icha Icha Mercy.
And then, like a deja vu, it would happen all over again. Ask. Hope. Dissapointment. Blush. They say that psychotics do the same thing over and over again and expect a different outcome.
Then I must be psycotic. Sakura thought sadly.
By the end of the 2 hour lunch break, she felt like she was going to breakdown. And just to prove herself wrong about the psychotic idea, she kept her composure.
Sasuke remained quiet. He did not look as intense as when he left, but he looked like he knew he made a mistake.
Team 7 continued to talk and one by one they left. First was Kakashi (saying he had to wax his legs, to which he received wierd glances from everyone. All three of the students knew exactly what he was thinking about, he was just too absorbed in a kinky scene),
Sasuke left next mumbling something and then looked directly at Sakura gave her his thanks. He even gave her a small smile. It lasted a fraction of a second, but she knew it had been there. It warmed her heart.
Just as sudden as her heart had warmed up, it turned cold.
"Sakura-chaaaan! Wanna pay for the bill?" The Kyuubi container smiled.
"No. Pay for it yourself." She walked away and looked back and saw Naruto being hastled by the chef. She laughed.
"Karma..." She sing songed. With a grin plastered on her face she turned around and walked to her apartment. She stuck the keys in and opened the door. She couldn't help but stand at the door in shock.
How'd he get in here?
"Sakura, I that you have some questions. I just didn't want to say anything with Kakashi-sensei there. He would analize it and think I was psycotic."
"You aren't psycotic, right?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes and scanned the room and looked out the window uncertainly, then looked back to Sakura.
"Ask away."
Prismatic Shadows
Chapter 4.5 - Akatsuki Plays a Game
"Pass the sake, you son of a bitch!" growled a tall shark-like man. " You're hogging it, Zetsu!"
Kisame couldn't stand the sight of it! The plant man was spilling it all over his Akatsuki cloak. Kisame was beginning to think if he could actually drink and h ewas just pretending or whether he just stuck his feet in the ground and nourished himself like the overgrown carnivourous plant he was. Well sake isn't really nourishment. But that's not the point! argued Kisame to himself.
The Akatsuki crew had been down in that dreary, dark and damp dungeon for, according to Deidara, for 5 dreary freakin days. That one comment had pitted all of Akatsuki against him and now Deidara was lying on the in the farthest corner on the floor.
There was nourishment coming down into the dungeon everyday. The large cell was filled with sake, rice, fruit, and to Zetsu's dismay and utter shock, miracle grow. Very thoughtful captor they had didn't they? They were well fed, well taken care of, (in Zetsu's case well grown) and also they were completely drained of chakra.
Almost imediatly after they had awoken, Itachi had realized that the room could drain chakra. The walls and floor were continuosly draining their chakra. Inabling them to restore chakra.
"Zetsu-san, Tobi wants some some sake too." Zetsu looked at Tobi from the corner of his eye and cautiousley handed Tobi a small bottle of sake. Tobi took the bottle and raised it towards the small hole in the right side of his mask.
Great. Now this dimwit is gonna wash his face in it.
"Stop this madness and put the sake down!" yelled Kisame. "You're wasting it, you morons." Kisame stood up and grabbed the bottle out of Tobi's hands. Kisame took a swig of sake, and sighed. "See guys? It actually went in my mouth." Kisame opened his mouth in fake shock.
"This is dreary Zetsu-san." spoke up Tobi ten minutes later. "Let's try to bend the bars, or punch a whole into the wall or something like that. Something exiting!"
Tobi looked to his left to find a pair of sharingan eyes scanning the scene that had just happened involving the sake. Tobi turned his head in front again and he had an idea.
"Guys, I have an idea."
Oh Shit. The whole room thought at the same time.
"It's a game!"
"..." Akatsuki doesn't play gamees. Unless they're drinking ones.
"It's called, In Your Pants!" Tobi raised his arms above his head and looked around the torch lit room for the reactions of the S-Class criminals.
"I will start off, in your pants!" Tobi gave a cute chuckle.
Deidara stood up from his corner and took a seat far away from Kisame, who had delivered the massive Samehada to the back of his head. It might not have drained any chakra, for there was none, but it was also a very effective club. With sharp, pointy ends. Deidara cleared his throat.
"You were using your noggin, Tobi, in your pants, yeah." Deidara looked around the room still feeling remotely threatened.
Itachi squinted his eyes in disdain while Kisame grabbed for Samehada, but it wasn't there.
'Nuh uh uh, un!" Deidara waved Samehada.
When were the other invited competitors going to arrive? Until then, about half of Akatsuki will face something worse then death itself.
Tobi.
Any questions for Sasuke? He won't answer anything to advance the plot fast though. Anything unclear? Ask Away!
I think Kabuto is cool. he'll be the main Sound dude. :P
Kakashi is my pancake, Itachi is my waffle. Just to let everyine know.
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