Someone asked me where I got the translation for Sasuke's sword, Ryuchi. Put simply, I combined the word for dragon with the word for blood (chi can mean like sixteen different things). Also, has anyone else heard of the supposed Naruto MMORPG?
"So where are we heading first?" Naruto asked. Shino remained silent, and for a moment Naruto didn't say anything. "Shino? Woo-hoo, Shino? Earth to Bug-boy?" Still there was no reply. "Okay, if that's how you want to play it, then fine." Naruto stopped walking to fall behind the rest of Team 8. Both Kiba and Hinata slowed as well and looked back at him.
"N-Naruto-k-kun?" Without another word, Naruto inhaled deeply and put his fingers to his lips. A whistle so shrill pierced the air every animal in the forest had to cover their ears in pain.
"Naruto stop that!" Kiba shouted, as both he and Akamaru were rendered helpless because of their natural sensitivity. Nonetheless the whistle continued until Naruto was blue in the face. Finally he had to stop for air, but Shino remained stoic, calmly walking farther and farther ahead.
"Damn, what is that guy!"
"N-Naruto-kun?" He refocused his attention on the timid Hyuuga.
"What?"
"T-that's Shino-k-kun's b-bug clone. H-he went b-back bec-cause he th-thinks we-we're b-being f-f-followed," she whispered.
"What!? Why the Hell didn't he tell anyone!"
"He did you idiot, you just weren't paying attention!" Kiba growled and lunged at Naruto's throat.
"Gah! Bad dog boy!"
"You cocky bastard!" The two rolled around in the dirt, kicking up dust and debris in a long trail across the road. Sudden, sharp laughter broke the two apart.
"With idiots like you for ninja, it's a wonder Konoha hasn't' fallen yet." Up ahead where Shino's clone used to be, were three shinobi garbed with the hitai-ates of Kumogakure. "I guess your little bug friend was the only competent one of you," the apparent leader said, a sneer plastered on his tanned face.
"What'd you do with Shino?" Kiba shouted. The Kumo ninja shrugged.
"Giichi's probably killed him by now. Now which of you are carrying the scrolls?"
"Like you'll ever find out!" Naruto barked, already assuming the stance for his Akaken.
"All right, here's the pl-" Sasuke cut the young chuunin off.
"Out of the way, Shikamaru." He gave the Uchiha an incredulous stare.
"There are a lot of bandits, Sasuke, you can't just-" Sasuke grabbed the team leader by the throat, and hoisted him into the air.
"I just spent two straight days turning down Ino's flirts, offers and occasionally demands," he hissed right into Shikamaru's ear. "I'm going to vent my frustration now, pity to anyone who happens to be in the way." There was an almost inaudible gulp, and Shikamaru nodded. "Good." The boy-genius was dropped on his bum, and Sasuke stalked off toward the small fort, eyes ablaze and sword drawn.
"Shikamaru!" Ino cried. "What do you think you're doing sending Sasuke-kun out alone like that?" This time it was Shikamaru's turn to glare.
"I wasn't exactly give a choice, Ino," he ground out, then sighed. "This is so troublesome." For a while the only sound was of Chouji chowing down on his chips, and then the explosions started. Pillars of fire billowed out from the camp, and the screams reached out to even their hiding spot. Then for a moment there was silence, and soon the black dot that was Sasuke came striding back.
"What the heck did she do?" Shikamaru mumbled as Sasuke walked right past him.
Shizune was staring wide-eyed at the written test. This was impossible. According to Himaru's report of her training, Sakura had only been training as a medic ninja for a little over a month. Yet here she had answered questions perfectly that would have stumped any second year med student. Even Tsunade would have accepted getting half the answers right as passing. Next to the one hundred percent, Shizune wrote a quick note. 'Genius-level learning speed and possibly a photographic memory.' The master medic-ninja leaned back in her chair and stared up at the ceiling. 'If she did this well on the written test, how must she be handling the lab portions?'
"Shizune-sensei!" She almost had to sigh in relief when she heard Sakura's voice from behind the door.
"What is it, Sakura-san? Is there a problem with the specimens?"
"Um, no. I'm kind of done." There was dead silence.
"W-what?" Shizune asked, sure she must have heard wrong.
"I said I'm done, Shizune-sensei."
"You healed six wounded rabbits, three birds and a dog in," Shizune did a double-take on the clock, "a little over ten minutes?" This time Sakura paused.
"Um… yes? Did I do something wrong?" Shizune was already out the door and past the pink-haired kunoichi by the time she'd finished talking. Sakura nervously peeked her head around the corner of the training room as Shizune hurriedly checked out each and every one of the animals.
'This is unreal,' she muttered in her head. Granted, the animals were only bruised and scraped, but it still should have taken more than a minute per animal to fix them up so perfectly for some inexperienced genin.
"Naruto and Sasuke got beat up a lot," Sakura said, as if she could read Shizune's mind.
"Sakura," Shizune began, the turned her face back to Sakura and smiled, "we'll begin your proper training immediately."
"Yes!" Sakura leapt into the air, screaming in joy.
'THAT WAS EASY!' Inner Sakura shouted. 'BRING IT ON!'
"It's about time to set up camp," Kakashi said, eyeing the dropping sun.
"I SAY WE KEEP GOING! THE ENEMY IS ONLY THIRTY MILES AWAY!" Anko's fist swiftly shut Gai up.
"I want to sleep!" she growled. "We had to keep running at your insane pace for hours, now shut the Hell up or we'll see if that spandex is too tight for a snake to slip through."
"YOSH, I BELIEVE RESTING IS A VERY YOUTHFUL IDEA!"
"Dibs on first watch," Himaru said.
"Granted," Kakashi said without so much as a second thought before unrolling his sleeping bag.
"Wake me up for second," Anko said, then added, "however you want." Himaru completely and utterly ignored her.
"Good night everyone," he said with an innocent smile.
"YOUTHFUL DREAMS TO ALL!" And then Gai was out like a light. For a few moments Himaru stared out into the sky, waiting for his teammates to fall asleep.
"Reminds me of Mom…" he mumbled as he stared into the sunset.
Flashback:
A young boy's hands were clenched into the ram seal as he focused as much chakra as he could.
"Dear! It's time for dinner!" The boy's concentration slipped, and his human guise shattered. He rushed into the house with inhuman speed.
"I almost got it, Mom! I can almost hold it!" A young woman gazed down at him with a sad smile. She wore an apron, and had a sort of sharp, almost elfish face. Her eyes were obscured by long purple bangs, despite the rough bun at the back of her head.
"You shouldn't stay out late training. It's almost sunset and it wouldn't be good for you to get caught in the dark." The boy dropped his face; they went through this almost every night now.
"But if I can look human, they'll accept me, won't they?" A gentle hand brushed over his face.
"Of course they will. One day everyone will accept you for the wonderful boy you are, Karite."
End Flashback
Himaru punched the side of his head. 'Dumb memories, got to focus on the present.' Himaru stretched once before forming a familiar cross shape seal. "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu," he whispered, and a single clone sprung into silent existence. The two Himarus nodded to each other before the original headed off in the direction of the missing ninja.
He blurred through the forest, calling upon traces of black chakra to propel him through the woods. Himaru let killing intent slip here and there. He wanted to make sure the missing ninja knew he was coming and that he knew that they knew. He made the scene in a grand display of power, his chakra whipping up the grass and rocks so fiercely that they pierced the rough cabins of the campsite. Himaru counted twenty-one shinobi as the poured out. 'Dang, Konoha has good information.' Out loud he spoke in his deepest, most threatening voice. Something that would make any mortal just sound ridiculous. "I assume the three behind me are the other leaders?" Every single missing ninja froze.
"Now step out in front of me, and I won't hurt you."
"Die Konoha!" An Iwa-nin from the back and two more from the front leapt at him. Moments before the two in front threw their kunai, and the one in back finished his jutsu, a plain black scythe appeared in Himaru's hands. Each shinobi fell to the ground in two separate pieces.
"That really wasn't what I meant," Himaru said dryly. He strummed his fingers along the side of the scythe as he we waited for the other two shinobi behind him to march by to rejoin the group. "Especially since I'm not even a Konoha ninja." Himaru ran his fingers across his hitai-ate, and the leaf symbol faded into a spiral of blades. "Who here wants to join the Village Hidden in Hell?" Quiet murmurs ran through the group. Finally, a young Kiri kunoichi only a few years older than Naruto stepped forward.
"What is this new village's views on Blood-Lines?" she asked with an unwavering voice. Himaru allowed a sincere smile to grace his lips.
"We accept all kinds. Absolutely no one is rejected from the village for powers beyond their control, so says our soon to be kage." There were a few more murmurs.
"What if we say no?" came from the crowd. Himaru shrugged.
"Then you can go on your merry way. But I warn you; there are three true Konoha jounin on their way here to take you out. Apparently some of you have been bad boys and girls." There was more whispering, some angry this time.
"What do you say on… questionable interrogation methods?" Someone asked, his exact meaning clear.
"All for it." As soon as the man and his companion smiled, they dropped dead from kunai in their throats. Himaru glared at the whole company, sending shockwaves of killing intent into the group. "Anyone else here a rapist?" he growled. Anyone who could still move shook his or her heads. "Good." The killing intent wafted away. Himaru waited for a few moments, until someone gathered up enough nerve to ask another question.
"What about alliances and man power?" asked one of the leaders up front.
"Ah, a sensible one. Good," Himaru said. "We are allied with Otogakure and very possible Sunagakure in the near future. Apparently the shinobi had heard of the complex politics between Konoha and the two villages, as he spoke again.
"So what is your position with Konoha?"
"Well, the Sandaime, the Godaime and Jiraiya of the Sannin seem to like us enough, but the old farts on the council may be reluctant." Even as he spoke, the kunoichi from earlier marched up to him, as well as an even younger and smaller kunoichi.
"Do you really accept anyone?" the small one said, barely above a whisper. Himaru smiled as he sensed a familiar chakra.
"Yes, we even have a few people like you with us already." Himaru's voice went as soft as it could, and he patted her on the shoulder. "Even our leader," he whispered, and the girl's breath hitched in her throat as she fought of crying. She ran into the arms of the older kunoichi and they just held on to each other.
"If the cuties in this sausage fest are in then so am I," another young shinobi said as he strolled up to Himaru. Slowly, one by one, the crowd in front of Himaru shrank until all but one remained. It was the B-ranked ninja who had asked about alliances.
"How do we know this isn't just a trap?" All the shinobi behind Himaru froze. In response, a dark, wicked chakra blazed around Himaru.
"Because if I wanted you dead or captured than it would be so." After another terrifying moment the power died down without a trace. The skeptic gulped, looking as if he'd nearly pissed himself.
"C-coming," he said, before rushing behind Himaru.
"Good," Himaru chirped. "Got everything you guys need?" Wordlessly, a few blushing ninja rushed back into the cabins to grab personal items and supplies. "Good then." Himaru performed a few basic hand seals.
"Katon: Gokakyuu no Jutsu!" The ensuing fireball burned the campsite to the ground, leaving nothing but ash. "One last thing before we go," Himaru added as he readied the power for a mass teleportation. "Don't try anything sneaky in the village, because I seriously doubt any of you want to face the wrath of the ex-Devil of the Mist and his apprentice, not to mention me." Nervous silence reigned among the missing ninja as he shouted out the jutsu.
"Taijuu Shunshin no Jutsu!" Roughly an hour after the first puff of smoke came another, and a lone Himaru appeared only a few meters away from his sleeping comrades.
"That went smoother than expected," he said, slowly making his way toward the campsite and dispelling his clone. "Just about drained me of human chakra, though." Himaru coughed to clear his throat. "Hey! Guys!" In blurs of motion the other jounin were on their feet and primed for combat.
"What's the problem?" Kakashi said as he scanned their surroundings with his one eye.
"The enemy's camp kind of blew up." There was a pause.
"PLEASE EXPLAIN, HIMARU-SAN!" Even when he was groggy Gai was louder than a foghorn.
"Bright light, I checked it out, nothing there but ash and a few huddled foot prints and dead bodies. Looks like they had a bit of a group disagreement and the survivors teleported away after destroying their tracks." Kakashi's one visible eye narrowed.
"Why didn't you awake us earlier?" Himaru shrugged and grinned sheepishly.
"You guys looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you."
"YOSH! TRULY YOUR FLAMES BURN BRI-!" The sound of breaking bones ended Gai's tirade early.
"It's WAY too early for this, Gai," Anko said, punctuating each of her words by grinding down on his foot with hers a little harder.
"Could you identify the bodies?" Kakashi asked, doing his best to stay on topic. Himaru shook his head.
"They were pretty mangled and burnt. Somebody over there was pissed."
"Damn, I was really hoping for some excitement," Anko mumbled, but quickly brightened. "Of course, there are two kind of action…"
"I say we go back to Konoha," Himaru said suddenly, any trace of weariness gone. Kakashi shook his head, and Himaru could have sworn that the bastard was smirking.
"It's late, and we're tired. Take a nap, I'm too wired now to sleep again."
"Gee, thanks Kakashi," Himaru muttered through gritted teeth.
"So where's your sleeping bag?" Anko purred strutting right up next to him.
'Oh god pockets don't fail me now,' Himaru thought as he reached down into the depths of his pants. 'Yeah, my uncle definitely hates me,' he thought as his hand came back up empty.
Late, I know, but good right? Next chapter should have some NaruHina fluff, hopefully. If anyone can guess what Himaru means with those last words than they get a cookie. The answer next chapter. Please read and review!