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Of the Kurotenpi Chapter 2

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Somewhere far removed from the others of their somewhat unethical organization the pair whose names are only Onii-sama and Onee-sama stood on a precipice overlooking Kumogakure. The tall, rather muscular figure was obviously Onii-sama. His faded violet cloak flapped in the stubborn wind, and all that could be seen of his face was a thin, grim-set mouth beneath a white masquerade-esque mask. His spiked hair, roughly the same color of his cloak, was pushed nearly backward with the force of the gale. A tempest was on its way for sure; Lightning Country wasn't named lightly.

His partner-or perhaps his sister?-stood stoically beside him, if not a step or two behind. She was delicate and small, a stark contrast when compared to Onii-sama. Her mask covered her whole face and was reminiscent of a Hunter-nin's. Her clothing was simple, a loose gray skirt that swirled around her knees and an unadorned t-shirt that accentuated what little assets she had. A flash of lightning cracked the night's sky in half, followed sharply by a clap of thunder. Then the rain came.

It rushed down in torrents, instantly drenching the two simultaneously. Onee-sama's dark hair was a second skin on her back and on most of her chest while Onii-sama's capote was attacked so pitilessly that it had no choice but to hang limp.

In a little while the storm let up, gone as quickly as it came. Cold and wet, the infamous Onii-sama and Onee-sama scaled down the cliff-face to seek shelter.

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Uchiha Sasuke halted his quick procession on a thick tree branch and tilted his head to the side, as if he were listening to something far away. The bickering of Karin and Suigetsu could be heard from his vantage point in front of them but he was concentrating too hard to notice.

The vibrant blond hair of Suzuki Karai contrasted sharply against the deep green of the foliage, making him highly visible to Sasuke, even without the Sharingan. He narrowed his onyx-black eyes and turned to fully face his newest adversary.

Suzuki grinned when, finally, Uchiha had noticed him. I mean, he had ONLY crashed into four branches (on purpose) so far. Is this guy deaf or just plain slow? He leaped down from his perch on a young Douglas fir, the bright orange of the sash around his waist fluttering in the breeze. He landed lightly on his feet-bare, of course-and stood up straight to scrutinize his quarry.

Really, he was a little disappointed. This little runt? The Uchiha had on bellowing purple pants, a half-open kimono top that showed his too-too pale skin, and a purple rope belt. What the fuck? A rope used as a belt? Purple too! Was it supposed to match the pants or something?

"Yo..." Suzuki greeted, noting that the rest of what was supposed to be Team Hebi descend into the clearing that he and the Uchiha occupied. He opened his mouth to say more but suddenly closed it, changed his mind, and said something else. "Sorry for the language, but what the fuck? That is the GAYEST outfit I have ever seen! Or what? You a part-time stripper for Ms. Thunder Thighs over there?"

"What?" Karin snarled, pushing her way to the front of the pack to face Suzuki. "I do NOT have thunder thighs!" Suigetsu snickered behind his hand, unable to keep it in, and the red-headed kunoichi rounded on him. "What are you laughing about, Bed Wetter?"

"The hell-!"

Suigetsu's almost tirade was cut short when Uchiha raised a partially gloved hand, silencing them all. Suzuki watched them all with amusement; he liked knowing how easily the enemy, or they're allies, can be manipulated. The dark haired young man stepped forward, a hand hovering over the hilt of his strangely placed sword.

"Who are you?" he asked coldly, inclining his head so that he could look down his nose to the much taller blond. He eyed the twin scimitars at Suzuki's waist, held in place by the orange sash, and allowed his bloodline to reveal itself.

Suzuki smirked inwardly, his face mirroring his amusement. He casually folded his arms together against his bare chest and cocked his head to the side. He wore no shirt, and the X-shaped scar on the upper part of his chest was a little discerning to most people. Of course, Uchiha-baby isn't like most people, he thought to himself.

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Hayashi shook her straight blond hair out of her eyes as she tried to keep the pink-haired medic, Haruno, in view. Uzumaki's team-minus Copy-nin Kakashi and plus two weird guys-was being sent to Sunagakure to retrieve some apparently very important papers. She didn't know exactly what the papers said but she was eternally grateful to Tsunade for giving the squad a mission far, far away from Konohagakure. A girl IS entitled to get bored doing the same thing everyday. Namely, watching some dobe shovel hideous amounts of Ramen down his gullet.

Surprisingly, Uzumaki was jumping those trees very quickly, as if there was a Willy Wonka for Ramen in the Land of Wind. She had a hard time keeping him within her sights without running over his teammates so she settled for following Haruno instead. Her fluorescent hair is easy to see anyway.

Landing on a sturdy branch, she was surprised when it collapsed from beneath her, a net appearing out of nowhere and entangling herself in it.

"So...this your stalker, Naruto. I guess Kakashi-san was right." She recognized the voice of Yamato, the current squad leader for Team Seven, and ground her teeth in annoyance. A set-up! How could she have been so stupid? Of course, the legendary Kakashi would notice! I was stupid to believe that I was safe.

"Wow! When Kakashi-sensei told me that I had a fangirl, I didn't believe him!Heheh, she's cute." That brat! Why, when she got out of this--

"Hey, hey!" Uzumaki shoved his face into the the girl's, mouth grinning and eyes twinkling. "Are you a fangirl?"

"Baka! Obviously, she's a ninja out to get you! After everything that had happened with the Akatsuki, how can you not expect this?" Haruno scolded Uzumaki, playfully from Hayashi's point of view. They're so chummy, she thought with disgust. Ick.

"Oh yeah...heheh..." Uzumaki sat back on his hunches as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "So now what? Do we send her back to the Interrogation squad?" he asked Yamato.

The Interrogation Squad! Hayashi gasped sharply, the rumors of the infamous Konoha Interrogation Squad filtering into her mind. Morino Ibiki... "No! I may be a shinobi but that doesn't mean I'm affiliated with that organization of Ass-Pirates!" she spat, her venom only defensive. "Fuck you! This was only a mission, damn it all. Let me go, you bastards!"

She struggled more against her bindings, dismaying to find out that the net was made of a special plant fiber from the Devil's Weed. Grown wild only in Kusagakure, the Devil's Weed attacks and eats chakra, killing people by draining their energy to dangerously low levels. It grew in droves on trees and on the ground. Some species had thorns while the most dangerous looked like regular ivy.

Recently, shinobi scientists have found ways to harvest the killer vines and turn them into ropes that were infinitely effective against ninja. How did Konohagakure get this? How did they set up such a flawless trap? That Uzumaki! Why didn't the Weed attack him, with all of his monstrous chakra? She started to struggle more beneath the net, a bad choice in retrospect.

"Let. Me. GO! Uh!" As it had been processed and dramatically thinned, the Weed didn't affect her as quickly as its unspoiled counterpart would have, but it could still kill her.

"Whoa! She's feisty," Yamato commented, leaning down to scrutinize her body for hidden weapons. She spat at him, missed, wiggled a little, and gave up. "You done yet?"

By now she has either used up all her chakra or had it sucked up by the parasitic plant. Panting heavily with quite a few beads of sweat on her forehead, she laid her head down on the sticky dirt, face down. "I'm caught..."

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Onee-sama stepped back from the silver puddle centered in the middle of the otherwise bare, stone room and left in search for her brother.

"Onii-sama..." she called, finding him marching along a hallway deep in the bowels of their lair. "Hayashi, Sara. She has been captured by the Kyuubi."

"Of course she has," the masked man replied, his voice betraying none of his thoughts. They walked along the pathway, the stones beneath their feet worn smooth with the footsteps of ages past.

"Ahh," the mysterious Onee-sama said. "So you planned this?" A hint of childish playfulness wormed its way into her tone and she tilted her head back to catch the bare half of Onii-sama's face twitch. "Why?"

They stopped outside an ornate wooden door, a large brass lock in the place where a doorknob would usually be. Onii-sama produced a copper key from the folds of his cloak and disappeared in the room, leaving Onii-sama-and her question-outside.

Okay...i don't really like this chapter. It seems that my latest updates are only fillers...peh. I'm writing this as I'm typing so it'll take a while to update.

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