(A/N: Battle scenes? NOT my forte. Don't kill me! . !!

I fail horribly at this… T-T I hope you guys don't mind, this was originally a fourteen page chapter… but because I like making you guys suffer, I lopped it in half and saved the other seven pages for the next chapter.

I hope you guys aren't too bored with the plot already, I'm not good at slow development so this all just ends up awkward instead of evenly paced.)

-Untold-

Chapter Three:

Strictly Business

I awoke early the next morning.

I was calm. To an extent.

He was back. He had come to kill me, not even out of the many personal vendettas between us… but merely because he was hired.

It made me wonder if whoever hired him knew or this was just a sick coincidence.

I wonder, was he happy to receive the job…?

Possible. Very possible.

I shook my head; I needed to be less pessimistic.

It doesn't matter who he is. He's just another assassin.

Now for a bigger problem…

…where am I?

I blinked in confusion; I wasn't in the room I was borrowing from the Sabaku family…

I also don't recall making it back to that house. Did I faint from exhaustion…? Than where did I…?

Faintly, a familiar smell reached my nostrils and a small smile grew on my face as I recognized my surroundings.

It was normal that day.

He took out something I vaguely recognized as a traditional weapon, a Kunai I think it's called. In another rush of movement it began, he disappeared from my vision in a flurry of smoke and if I hadn't been anticipating his next move, I would've died then and there but as it was I avoided death by a millimeter, twisting my spine in a way that made it make a loud crack I swiped my knife and grazed his cheek.

A perfectly normal day.

He jumped back scowling disappearing from my vision once more I heard only the smallest ruffle of leaves before I avoided being impaled through the heart and settled for my left shoulder.

Right up until a point.

He didn't pull back and was about to pull out his kunai to impale me in the proper place this time when I did the only thing I could to stop him. I leaned forward.

At which point, he had decided to drag me to the roof.

This served two purposes, the first being to imbed it so deep it got stuck in the bone, the second was to head butt him…

...which was the perfect distraction to use for impaling him, he caught on to my strategy in time to draw back before the knife impaled his stomach.

It was after school.

He backed away, his kunai still imbedded in my shoulder.

I wasn't sure if this was a good development or a bad one. On one hand, I had disarmed him, if only a little. On the other, I could hardly move my poor shoulder or the arm that was connected.

Seconds before I could come to a decision more traditional weapons were flung my way, sadly my studies in weaponry weren't very far, and I as unsure what to call the weird throwing stars.

(A/N: Yes, I realize they are called Shurikan, but I thought it would be interesting if Hinata didn't.)

Evading all too quickly I wondered how I managed when my body was as tired as it remained and had been since…

There was no time to concentrate on any of my thought patterns as another set of stars came my way, leaning backwards at, in my opinion, an ungodly angle I was able to avoid being hit.

But since real life is not like the matrix, I fell backwards, which, as it turned out, was lucky considering the next set would have hit me otherwise…

I landed on my bum and had to roll out of the way much bigger looking throwing star thingy, mentally I scolded myself for not having a better title.

A cry of pain escaped me when I rolled, I had yet to extract the Kunai and it drove further into my body, twisting slightly.

"Come." He growled out.

My hunting knife left forgotten on the ground, I made a mental note as I stumbled to my feet to get it later; it belonged to Temari.

I wanted to sneer back, but my eyes drooped. I was hardly conscious.

He appeared in front of me a gripped my neck, it was only then I realized how close to the edge of the roof I was.

This was business. Nothing to do with anything personal.

He was holding me up over a hundred foot drop by the neck…

Neither of us concentrated on what we knew about the other.

…joy…

Choking, I considered trying to struggle out of his hands to get air but dismissed it as I saw the ground out of the corner of my eye.

This is strictly business.

I could feel him relinquishing his grip, crap…

Struggle, fight, win, work, go, win, move, win…

…win…

All these words had no meaning to me at the moment…

'So tired…' my eyes slid shut as I felt his hand leave my throat and in that millisecond before gravity caught up to me I opened my eyes to look at his before I dropped.

'Red as my blood…'

An image rolled into my mind.

'Red as my tears…'

I guess this is it…

I felt gravity start to take affect and figured that moment must have been 'my life flashing before my eyes'. It was far less dramatic than I had envisioned.

I dropped a mere foot before I felt him roundhouse me in the side, sending me flying into the door I came onto the roof from.

I made a choked sound as my spine collided with the harsh wood, my body spasm-ed slightly before sliding to the ground of the roof.

Curious as to why he saved me from my plummet to the concrete, I looked at him briefly before I figured out the answer…

…there were students down there, this was a stealth mission.

A set of throwing stars were sent my way along with a kunai or two.

As I rolled to the side again and stood up I was quickly foiled as he decided to rush up and grab me by the neck once more.

I attempted to make demand that he let go but failed miserably as he squeezed my neck threateningly.

As I slowly suffocated I decided it was definitely time to use my secret weapon… I pulled out a plastic toy knife.

It wasn't much. It was something I had since I was young. It was a useless and meaningless toy.

That's what most people thought when looking at it.

He raised an eyebrow at my 'feeble' retaliation, my life was slowly draining away and I pull out an old, chewed up, plastic toy dagger.

He most obviously doesn't know what plastic can do. Moving faster than my body should in its drained state I shoved it down his throat.

His eyes widened and he let go of my throat just enough while he gasped for breath, I then pulled the kunai in my shoulder out harshly and stabbed him in his shoulder.

I felt mild satisfaction at using his own weapon against him, but the victory didn't last long at all as blood gushed out of my now gaping shoulder.

Not having the time of day to clutch my shoulder in pain, I head butted him in is forehead.

My victory was once again short lived, my vision was swimming and I wondered how I remained conscious for as long as I did…

I felt some relief when I fell asleep when I noticed the darkening sky. I wouldn't die in my sleep… perhaps.

I caught her before she hit the ground, after pulling the plastic knife out of my mouth I only had time see her falling and mumbling about kicking someone.

"Looks like she beat the first match of the third trial, shame she fainted before I could congratulate her." The voice I knew to be his spoke as he walked out of the shadows.

I growled. I hadn't wanted to do this to begin with; it was this assholes fault entirely.

I didn't want to take the job.

But I owed him a favor.

The slimy bastard raised an eyebrow at our position(that I suddenly realized was almost an embrace), after a silent moment or two he chuckled and spoke, "I don't care what you do, but do try to remember the deal." He disappeared shortly after.

I glared down at the sleeping girl, dropping her roughly to the ground and smiling in sick satisfaction as I heard her head clunk against the ground hollowly.

She was just another target.

I would kill her.

Brutally.

I couldn't now. It was dusk. According to the rules of the trial I could only assault her during the day.

I looked down at her face afterward, flinching slightly when I saw it twisted in pain while blood gushed from her open wound.

Why'd she faint though? It confused me. Something was odd about her. And it was getting weirder.

She was different from before.

A deep sigh escaped me, she would die over night if she wasn't bandaged and brought home to rest.

Her dying would solve a lot of my problems.

I had to kill her anyway.

I would kill her.

'But you can't do it yourself if she dies now…' yes, I wanted to make her suffer. I would make her suffer. But it needed to be far more brutal.

That's what I told myself when I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.

That's what I told myself as I quickly traveled to her home.

((Ending Notes: -snickers- X3 despite the true horror of attempting to write a fight scene, I sort of like how this turned out… more or less. By the way, if anyone can come up with a less crappy summery I would be eternally grateful.))