Chapter two: Or...Allies...?
Anastasia flinted from tree branch to tree branch, through village to village in an attempt to hurry towards her targets. Anastasia focused her mind on the mission, or at least she tried to as she knew that she was Betraying Itachi. Itachi had left the Akatsuki for her, in order to fight with her. Anastasia knew about Itachi's past in the Akatsuki, however he did not know her Tainted, Twisted, Horribly Dark Past. If Itachi knew, he had ever right to Hate her, to Despise her very Being. She had Hidden things from Itachi, even his Past from him, but that is for another time, another place.
Anastasia knew that if this assignment was a sucess, and if Itachi found out that it was Anastasia, he would kill her, even if they were friends, Comrades in arms, Allies...Anastasia also knew that if Itachi were to find out about her horrible Mistake, then he would leave her, and she knew that she couldn't bare to lose another Precious person to her. Anastasia hurried through the village, her feet hitting the rooftops of the villages, the people and buildings becoming nothing but blurs as she flinted past them in a hurry to complete this assignment that she never wanted in the first place.
Anastasia stopped flinting and looked around her, asserting where she was at. Anastasia found that she was in the land between the Sound and the Village Hidden in the Snow. Anastasia sighed and pressed on; there was no way in Hell that she was staying in that Snake's territory. Anastasia eventually found an inn and spent the night there. Anastasia paid in advance and picked a room that was on the second floor, and had a large window in which to escape from if need be. Anastasia entered the room, threw her bag on the floor, and walked over to the window. There, Anastasia sat on the frame of the window, her eyes scanning for any possible enemies that may have followed her. After watching for several minutes, Anastasia slid off the window frame and walked over to her bag. Anastasia poured out the contents of her bag and examined her weapons. Anastasia began sharpening them, making sure that if she were to have a so-called surprise attack now, that she would be ready for it.
Anastasia finished sharpening her weapons and placed the weapons back in her bag. Anastasia then looked around for her scroll, and found it on the floor. Anastasia breathed a sigh of relief, because she thought that she had left it behind. Anastasia placed the scroll back in her bag, rolled out her futon, and slipped under the thin sheet of the covers. Anastasia placed her hands under her head and she gazed up at the ceiling, her mind on the mission, and knowing that Itachi may kill her. However, the thought that never occured to Anastasia was that, what if Itachi found out about her target and tried to stop her?
Anastasia rolled on her side and watched the moon, with it's pure, immense light. Anastasia fell asleep as she watched the moon...not realizing that everything that could go wrong with the mission, could...
Anastasia awoke to the chirping of birdsand the warmth of sunlight; Oh how she Hated those things. Anastasia stretched and looked around. Anastasia smiled sadly to herself as she knew that she was almost to Yukigature-the Land Hidden in the Snow. Anastasia had been traveling for two and half weeks, it would only take a day and a half to reach Yuki. Anastasia sighed, got up from her futon, and got ready for her mission...
Anastasia after getting ready, folded her futon, placed it back in the closet, and exited the inn. Anastasia clasped her cloak around her neck, and began flinting towards Yuki. Anastasia by sundown, walked into Yuki, her green eyes ever so calculating. Anastasia walked into a bar and looked around, her eyes and ears open for information. Anastasia as she was in a bar, ordered Sake-her least favorite drink. Anastasia learned that her targets were headed towards a place called the Snow Palace. Anastasia paid the bartender, and walked out of the bar, a smirk present upon her pale face.
Anastasia took her time getting to the Snow Palace, her dark cloak indifferent upon the white snow. Anastasia is she were Human, she would have frozen from the cold of the mountains and snow. Anastasia found that the terrain was covered in snow of course, but also an ambudance of trees. Anastasia flinted into a tree, her movements silent as she approached her targets. Her targets were four, nothing more, and nothing less. Anastasia reached under her cloak for her poison Senbon needles and she took a deep breath, before she...Anastasia found that she couldn't throw the needes, but why?...
Anastasia once again tried to throw the needles, however without her knowledge, she moved and stepped on a weak branch. Anastasia fell from the branch, landing in the snow and alerting her targets. Her targets looked up, their weapons drawn, their eyes calculating what fell from the branch. Anastasia got up from the snow, her pink hair snow-dipped...wait her pink hair!? Anastasia pulled the hood hurriedly over her hair and she looked at her targets just as a kunai flew towards her. The kunai hit her, but she pulled it out of her hand, her Blood falling down her hand and onto the snow.
Anastasia flinted backwards, her eyes on her targets. One of them, Kakashi, flinted towards her and swung his leg towards her. Anastasia caught his leg, twisted it, and shoved him away from her. However, that was a clone. Anastasia flinted in the air, then towards the ground or more like her fist. Anastasia punched the ground, shattering it. Kakashi, as he was under the ground, fell further into it as it shattered.
Anastasia smirked to herself and unsheathed her sword as she moved to kill Kakashi. However, as she did, a single flash of yellow hair and blue eyes flashed in her mind. Anastasia shook her mind clear of the image, but it was too late. Anastasia felt the familiar pang of a kunia ripping through her stomach. Anastasia fell to her knees, one hand clutching her stomach as she summoned purple chakra to her hand. Kakashi's eye as only was visible at this time, widened as Anastasia healed herself. Anastasia glared down at Kakashi before she backflipped and countered the punch she was about to get from Sasuke. Sasuke continued to attack Anastasia, his attacks countered as they were futile against her.
Sasuke got fed up of hand-to-hand combat and turned to justu. "Fire Style: Pheonix Flower Justu" Sasuke cried as a ball of fire seperated and flowered towards Anastasia not really seeing the attack coming, was burned by it. Anastasia coughed up Blood due to the attack, but she kept coming at Sasuke. Her flesh was burned and scorched, but her body was already headling itself. Sasuke's eyes widened in shock as Anastasia performed a Wind Style, then a Lightining Style, then a Water Style, then finally an Ice Style.
Breathing hard at this point, Anastasia scanned her surroundings and smirked. Anastasia ran past Sasuke, towards Naruto, past him, and right into Saku. Anastasia as she passed her, she sliced Saku's left side. Saku didn't realize it as fist, so when she moved her left side sprayed Blood from the wound. Saku fell to the side, her eyes fluttering. Anastasia smirked at Saku, before she continued to the other side of the cliff. Anastasia looked back as Sasuke and Naruto were running towards Saku. Naruto threw a few shuriken,none of them hitting Anastasia. Anastasia smirked back at Sasuke and spoke several words as she pulled her hood off. However, even if Anastasia would be caught she wouldn't look like herself. Anastasia used her mother's disguise: black hair, and violet eyes. Anastasia smirked at Sasuke before she spoke, "Sayonara, Flame-Kun." Anastasia said with a smile before she jumped off the cliff backwards, her smirk still in place as she fell.
Sasuke and Naruto examined Saku, notcing that she never had a wound to begin with; it was genjutsu. Kakashi got out of the crater and looked over at his team. "Who was that?" Naruto asked, his blue eyes filled with worry and concern. "An old "Friend." Kakashi said with a sad smirk.
Anastasia flinted down the cliff, her boots slipping in the snow and ice. Anastasia hurried back towards her hideoutout, her hair a mess, her clohtes and body a mess, and her mind...her mind was a disaster...