I Do Not OWN NARUTO
Chap. 1
One year later…..
She looked at the door of her house as the sound of pounding hit her ears, this girl who was more a woman now than anything glanced at the clock it read 1:39 am; she sighed and slipped on her mask before going to the door.
She twist the knob and pulled the door open, she blinked when the Mizukage was revealed.
She bowed in greeting. "Mizukage…. What brings you here?" She was not expecting this and to those who have emotions they would have called this a surprise, but to a tool it was just a call to duty.
"Akatenchii, I am in need of your services." She stated shaking her head in annoyance; this assassin was trying on the nerves at times, with a particular habit of ignoring orders and killing squad members it was a wonder that she made it this long. All things considered with her almost blind loyalty, survival skills, lack of emotional baggage, and fighting skills she is a wonderful tool to use.
"What service can I provide you?" She guarded her tone sensing the annoyance with her growing without any effort. PMS PMS
"I need you to gather information." Mizukage stated watching the small woman silently nod. "Akatsuki have been spotted in the country to the south, I want you to track them down." His face turned dead serious. "I DO NOT want you to attack them." She put heavy emphasis on the order. "I want you to gather information on them, not get killed if they leave the country follow them." She was silent watching her absorb the orders he had given her. "Gather all the information you can send a clone to the Anbu headquarters once a month." She watched as the small woman nodded.
"Akatenchii… Be careful these people are not like anything you have ever faced, they are S class CRIMINALS for a reason." Akatenchii blinked hearing this warning. "I will do my best Mizukage Danna, but what if I am captured?" The young woman stood waiting for a response this is the first time she every thought about being captured.
"If you are captured we will send trackers, you are not to fight Akatsuki unless they try to capture you, if they succeed they will probably kill you; however if they don't kill you we will have your freedom." She stated turning and leaving the small apartment. Sighing Akatenchii took off the mask and placed it on the kitchen table. She looked down at her clothes before shutting the door she wore black pants that were fitted to her waist with flared out legs and a black bra. She was to go to sleep there was no sense in being delirious while on a mission. She walked down the short carpeted hall into her bedroom, sliding the door open she entered, sliding the door shut she turned to the side and the full length mirror on the wall made her pause.
She was a rather small woman, she was just less than 5'5", she was slim but she had hips and broad shoulders. Her breast were a common annoyance to her as she tried to pull off the genderless look of the Anbu but, certain attributes of her body would not let that happen. Her face was rather odd, her eyes changed color, and they went from black to lilac. Over her left eye she had a black mark that resembled a wisp of smoke, it went from her jaw and wisp its way up her face to right above her eyebrow. Her eye looked like it was surrounded by utter darkness except for a small line of white which outlines her eye breaking the darkness looking like well placed eyeliner. The right side of her face was plain except for the black the lines her eye much like the white on the other side, it resembled eyeliner. Her hair was short, black, and poker straight, she had high cheek bones and a defined jaw line, her skin was pale but life like she resembled a porcelain doll.
Akatenchii yawned and went to her bed; she lied down upon the neatly made bed which consisted simply of a box spring and mattress she did not buy a bed frame. She stared at the ceiling her mind drifting her and there, however only two thoughts came to mind the first was the Akatsuki and her potential suicide mission and the other thought was one that brought her to an almost human state as she looked out the small window in her room. The Moon was large and shiny but not quite full but its white glow made her think of only one person Oh Oniisan. She let out a deep breath as her thoughts became cloudy and she quickly drifted off to sleep.
Several hours later.
Her sleep lifted from her body and she sat up blinking a few times before looking at the clock on her table, 6:51am.
She closed her eyes and took a moment to register to sound of a storm raging outside, the flash of lightning out her window was quickly follow by thunder which assaulted her ears and made her blink once more.
There never was calm before the storm for Akatenchii, she was only sent in to stop shit from hitting the fan, and yet she pondered briefly why the Mizukage sent her on this mission after Akatsuki.
A mission involving Akatsuki was surely a suicide mission for those who were not careful. Although she was one of the best in the village she knew that this would not be an easy task.
BOOM
She blinked as the sound of thunder assaulted her ears once more a brilliant flash of light decorated the walls in the bedroom as the storm waged. She slid her legs over the edge of her bed and stood up. Her eyes glanced around the room as she took several quiet steps towards the door. She grabbed a black sling bag from a hook on the wall and then exited the room heading across the hall to the bathroom, leaving the bed room door open behind her.
The open bathroom door closed behind her with a soft click, she turned to look at her reflection in the medicine cabinet door for a moment before opening the glass panels and starting to remove scrolls, which were laying neatly in rows and labeled for the supplies within. She removed a red scroll and put it the bag which instead of being slung around her back was hanging loosely around her neck in front of her stomach. The scrolls took care of medical needs and personal needs; she often damned herself for being female but the red scroll was important not for medical reasons but for fighting, the red scroll contained her bladed staff named Aki and her handmade black diamond katana named Shii. She placed ten more scrolls in the bag and the zipped it shut.. Her attention turned to her clothes; there were certain things that needed to be done as her chest was largely female, her cloak did a good job of hiding it but with a 42 DD up top it alone was not enough.
Her hand instinctively reached for a roll of wide medical bandages, it served several vital purposes. She pulled the end of the bandage and started wrapping under her arm going down suppressing her breasts as if it were just some basic archaic ritual that she repeated time and time again. After about fifteen minutes the bandages covered from her chest to her abdomen, providing a flatter surface and the appearance that she had smaller breast without a shirt on, she put on a fishnet shirt after a momentary pause she re-examined herself in the mirror her seemingly empty opaque blue eyes scrutinizing the curves of her body. With the shirt on she looked very muscle bound. The hallow blue orbs flicked to her pants as her hands examined how they clung to her small waist yet were still baggy threatening to fall at any moment. Looking around she spotted her belt, she quickly grabbed it and secured her loose pants.
As she left the bathroom she left the door open. Upon entering the sitting room kitchen area she walked over to the kitchen table. On the table her mask and cloak sat. Her attention turned to trying to extract her gloves from a pocket of the bag which still hung around her neck, the gloves were black as was the rest of her outfit, but these gloves had crystals weaved in the finger and tips, these crystals help amplify chakra when it is released. After fishing her gloves out of the bag she grabbed her mask and cloak which were side by side on the table. She finished her outfit by putting the cloak and mask on; the Anbu often said that her cloak reminded them of the Akatsuki cloak, as it was in the same body style, but her cloak had some difference, it was a solid red in the light and black in the dark, and there were no clouds on it. Her preparation complete she slung her bag across her shoulders and left locking the door behind her.