Aggressive Action

You Need A Life

SO, YOU ACCIDENTALLY KILLED YOUR BEST FRIEND? YOUR GUIDE TO THE MANGEKYO SHARINGAN!

Property of: SHISUI UCHIHA– don't you dare tough this, Itachi!

THE mangekyo sharingan is a mutation in the Uchiha family's bloodline limit, the sharingan. It was first discovered by Madara Uchiha and his brother, Izuna Uchiha, in the first decade after Konoha's founding. Traditionally, accessing this ability requires the greatest sacrifice: the death of a loved one. This act accelerates the development of the sharingan in both eyes, and completely corrupts the chakra matrix of the dojutsu.

BECAUSE of its unstable nature, the mangekyo sharingan has a number of drawbacks. Its use requires more chakra than the sharingan, putting more strain on the optic nerve. In time, use of this dojutsu wears away regular eyesight, then sharingan eyesight, until the user is completely blind. It has been noted in the case of Kasumi Uchiha that a blind mangekyo sharingan can be transplanted into another host, provided the new host has a functional optic nerve. As well, many of the mangekyo ninjutsu are unrefined, and can cause great physical and psychological pain, although they do not outright destroy the eye in the way that kinjutsu such as Izanami do (see Appendix A). Great caution is advised.

PRIMARY among the mangekyo's abilities are ninjutsu, unlike the regular sharingan. AMATERASU is available to all users, and is classified as its own chakra nature (Blaze Release). Blaze techniques cannot be extinuished by water, and are difficult to control. As well, experienced mangekyo sharingan can perform SUSANOO, which forms a pliable, impenetrable chakra construct around the wielder. This has been noted to be extremely painful, and is ill-advised for any Uchiha.

GENJUTSU is an Uchiha domain, and the mangekyo provides an unlimited illusion. TSUKIYOMI can alter the experience of time passing by the target to a magnitude of 259'200 times. It can manipulate perception entirely, is completely unbreakable by modern genjutsu-deflection ninjutsu, and poses little difficulty to the average Uchiha. Furthermore, it puts very little strain on the optic nerve, and can be used with near-impunity.

THERE are many mangekyo techniques limited to one user. Very little data is available on these, and experienced help is advised in identifying them. These include KOTOAMATSUKAMI, of Shisui Uchiha; OMOIKANE, of Izuna Uchiha; GRAVITY RELEASE, of Ryoga Uchiha; and KAMUI, presumably of Obito Uchiha. Others are unconfirmed.

SPECULATION on the nature of the mangekyo sharingan reveals that surgery to combine two pairs of them would create a new, as-of-yet unnamed bloodline limit. It is unknown what this would accomplish, beyond defying the decay of the optic nerve as in the case of the mangekyo. This theoretical procedure would consume one set of sharingan, and would stand a better chance of success if the two eyes were similar, perhaps those of siblings or a parent and child. Whatever the case may be, this possibility is highly unethical and should not be attempted under any circumstances.

ALL KNOWN MANGEKYO SHARINGAN USERS:

•Madara Uchiha

•Izuna Uchiha

•Ryoga Uchiha

•Takiri Uchiha (unconfirmed)

•Kasumi Uchiha

•Yoshino Hagane (see Appendix B)

•Kakashi Hatake (see Appendix B)

•Shisui Uchiha

That's me! Yo Itachi, Kotoamatsukami is a—

(The rest is smeared over with thick pen, and will never be legible again.)

With great trepidation, Rock Lee opened his eyes. At first, the ceiling above his head was blurry and unfocused, but over time it sharpened into the familiar tiled background of Konoha General. He groaned, rubbing his eyes with one hand and trying to remember what had happened. There was a fight… with a cute girl, who kicked his ass… something about blue… and then his forehead hurt.

Sitting upright sharply, Lee ran a finger over his forehead. There was a thick layer of tenser bandages wound around his face, covering the source of the biting pain. When his finger ran itself over the centre of the wound, Lee groaned in agony and lay back. At this rate, Neji was going to get ahead in training and he'd always be behind his rival. Gai would be ashamed of him, and he'd have to do what Gai did and study taijutsu under the Order of Sobek in the mountains of Lightning Country until he could tie with Neji in a sparring match! Lee's heart rate spiked dangerously.

The door opened, admitting a nurse. She picked up the clipboard at the end of the bed and wrote down that he was awake.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, not looking at him.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"My forehead."

"Describe the pain, please."

"Stabbey. Like I'm being stabbed. Is there something you can do about that?"

The nurse looked up at him. "That kid on your team, Neji, he was quieter about all of this. Just saying." This was mainly because Neji was in no position to be saying anything at all, and would remain that way for the time being.

The appropriate response was typically "I will be more [insert adjective here] than Neji, or else run a hundred laps around Konoha with raw steak tied to my legs while every Inuzuka in the village sets their dog on me!", because Gai said that it helped charge your resolve. But blurting that out would be counterproductive, so instead he remained silent.

"Mmmkay, says here you have a severe concussion," the flabbergastingly ignorant nurse read, simultaneously checking her nails and wondering if her boyfriend remembered that it was their anniversary. "You're going to be confined to the hospital until one of the doctors says you're good to go. Oh, and you have a present." She tossed a brown package on Lee's lap. It looked like it had been wrapped by an exceptionally clever dolphin.

Lee waited until the nurse left before he tore the wrapping off. Inside was a blue jumpsuit, a grey Konoha headband, and a charred lock of pink hair. There was a note, too.

'I like the colour blue more than green. It makes you look more like a dangerous taijutsu master than a tree.'

It was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given him, save the eyebrow tweezers from his mother for Lee's last birthday. This outfit would see more use, too. Lee emitted a noise of pure excitement and gratitude, and promptly passed out from exertion. The nurse in the hallway was chatting with a coworker, and didn't hear the equipment beeping in his room until it was almost too late.

XXX

"Ayame! Ayame, you remember that guy who was in here a few days ago?"

"Oh! Hello Naruto, I didn't see you come in! Yes, I– I remember him. When did you see him?"

"Oh, Sasuke is a friend of mine. We've known each other for years!"

"That's nice... Say, do you know where he lives?"

"Yeah, it's in this apartment building a few blocks down from that old health food store. I don't go there much, 'cause they don't sell ramen, but Sasuke goes there to buy tomatoes."

"Tomatoes?"

"Yup! Sasuke just devours tomatoes like nobody's business. I think he goes through a package of them every other day. It really puts a dent in his paycheck, but he says it's worth it."

"Kin– I mean, good to know!"

"Hey, why do you want to know where that guy lives, anyways?"

"Oh, no reason. No reason in particular."

"Well, okay. I just wanted you to know that if you ever see him again, make sure you knock really loudly on his door and tell him it's you."

"Those are oddly specific instructions, Naruto. Why?"

"Dunno. Sakura wanted me to pass it on."

"The nice girl who you keep asking out on dates? That's nice. Can I take your order?"

XXX

Sakura whistled happily as she left Naruto, feeling pleased with herself. Jashin normally disapproved of taking revenge without blood being spilled, but since there were people she wasn't allowed to kill, her god had taken an exception. Sakura felt honoured that Jashin would approve, and so she enacted the next stage of her plan.

Now there was another thing bothering her. For the past few minutes, she'd sensed a someone following her, and not very well either. She took a few more turns, trying to shake them, but whoever it was had enough ninja training to stay on the tail of someone who knew they were there. Just to test her theory, the Jashinist casually passed through a surplus weapons' supply store, pretending to inspect a wakizashi.

Another woman wandered up, standing behind Sakura and waiting for her to turn around.

"Why are you getting a sword?" she asked, almost playfully. "Ninjutsu is more deadly, and you can do better with shuriken."

"This is Suna steel," Sakura replied, pretending she wasn't reading the tag on the handle. "It can channel chakra more efficiently than the Konoha-grade trench knives, and has a three-year-warranty–"

"– in case of damage outside of combat, yes," the purple-haired kunoichi finished. "Cut that out brat, I wasn't born yesterday."

With a flourish of her cloak to hide her movements, Sakura ripped the sword out of its display and held it at the older ninja's throat.

"Were you?" she taunted.

The kunoichi leaned back, away from the blade, and kicked Sakura in the ribs. She pretended to be hurt, dropping the blade and staggering away down the aisle.

"Yeah, you better run!" Anko hollered after her.

'Man, I gotta stop getting my jollies from scaring little brats,' she thought miserably. 'Iruka is more fun to get the drop on anyways.'

Plan on track, Sakura wandered out the back door of the store, down the alleyway, and out into a plaza on the other side. Still, the chakra signature of her stalker lay just at the edge of her perception. She turned and started walking directly towards the person, reaching into her robes for her tanto and smiling wickedly. Whoever was stalking her, their day was about to get a whole lot shittier.

"Nyaaa!" cried a high, nasal voice. "Who're you looking for?"

Sakura sort of recognized him as Konohamaru Sarutobi, the Hokage's grandson and someone she gave zero f***s about. He was currently flanked by a solemn looking boy with a bad cold and a girl with orange hair tied up to give those birds a new home. All three of them were staring at her.

"Piss off, kiddies," she muttered, cursing that of all people, she had to run into Konohamaru. The Hokage would rip her eyeballs out and feed them to the dogs if Konohamaru died. He'd chain her to the Hokage monument, and every day that monkey summon of his would bite a chunk out of her, letting it regenerate every night. Her inner personality snickered, pointing out that there was a bigger fish to fry.

"I will protect my friend from you!" the kid shouted, pointing a finger threateningly and narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, so the creeper is a friend of yours?" she deduced. Sakura filed the information away for later.

"Here is my defence! Centrefold technique!" Konohamaru used Naruto's pervert jutsu, inflating himself a few feet and adding breasts and subtracting clothing. The girl's lips were grotesquely inflated, and the crotch lacked any detail, but other than that it was a decent facsimile.

"Idiot," Udon said. "She's a girl. Girls don' like other girls."

"You don't know s***-all," Sakura shot back at him. "Kai."

Moegi rolled her eyes and slapped the male-again Konohamaru on the back of the head. "Sorry, lady," she told Sakura. "He's just trying to impress that girl."

"Who?" asked the Jashinist, as Konohamaru rubbed the back of his head and tried to look contrite.

"It's–"

A special jonin with dark glasses and a bandana replaced all three of them with logs, whisking the kids away to somewhere else. The stalker's presence also disappeared, dashing Sakura's plan to sacrifice whoever it was to Jashin.

"Hokage wants you," the man said.

XXX

Team Seven stood in a row, all of them slouched over and yawning. Kakashi was running late, yet again.

The door opened, and Kakashi was thrown bodily into the room. An ANBU agent stood in the doorway, waiting patiently for the meeting to finish.

"Excellent, Agent Rat," Sarutobi said. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Kakashi. Now, I've been recieving a good many reports about this team."

"Hn?"

"Oh, some good, some bad." The Hokage shrugged minutely. "Whatever the case, many have suggested that you four are prepared for missions outside the village."

"Three," Kakashi corrected automatically, standing up with painful slowness.

"No, you too are prepared to leave Konoha," said Sarutobi humorously. "Allow me to rephrase my original concerns: the four of your are extraordinarily competent, yet complaints force me to eject you from my village. Team Seven is taking a C-Rank mission, and you are leaving immediately."

There were complaints.

"I can't go!" wailed Naruto. "I haven't eaten ramen in days. Days! The sand keeps eating it, and then the Ginger Bitch laughs at me!"

"Language," Sarutobi ordered. "I cannot help you, so perhaps you should see it as an exercise in self control."

"Self control? Self control is not killing her!"

Kakashi was more than a little desperate.

"Lord Hokage, you can't do this to me!" he whinged pitifully. "I have a wife– no, I have friends! And my books! Who's going to watch the memorial stone while I'm away? Who will keep Gai in check? The women in this town will all-"

"Praise me for engineering your absence," Sarutobi interrupted. "I have given you a great deal of leeway in these past years, but I am the Hokage. Team Seven is going on a mission. You will accompany them. This is only a C-Rank, so if there are any fatalities, I will hold you personally responsible."

Naruto raised a hand. "Umm, what if he's the fatality?"

"I trust that won't happen," the Hokage said, a hint of steel in his voice.

Agent Rat looked over his shoulder. "The client is here, sir."

"You arranged this in advance?" Kakashi asked incedulously.

"Nonsense," Hiruzen rebuted. "Agent Rat, please retrieve the gear we set aside earlier." The ANBU nodded and left.

"This is ridiculous," Kakashi muttered. "You're treating me like a genin."

"I don't care," the Hokage said simply. "Do it."

"There's an old man with a limp coming," said Sasuke, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "Client?"

"Who the fu-?"

"Imbeciles!" shouted Tazuna, who was leaning heavily on a cane to compensate for being completely intoxicated. Sasuke kind of admired the guy. It took real dedication to get so drunk at, what, nine in the morning? Judging by the massive travel satchel stuffed with scrolls and a few bottles of port, he was also probably carrying everything he owned on his back right now. While drunk, in the Hokage's office. Sakura was giving the man a strange look.

"Hey, who you callin' imbi-sills?" Naruto fairly screamed. Sakura smacked him over the head with the blunt end of her scythe, then gave Tazuna a measured dose of killing intent. The drunkard shuffled back a bit, but he was well and truly blasted enough to not notice the lunatic reaper out for his blood. Naruto rubbed his head reproachfully, then lunger at Sakura, who responded the way she always did...

In a flash, Sarutobi himself intervened. Naruto was pushed to the far end of the room by a metal staff, while Sakura was catapulted out the window. The Hokage looked at the window regretfully, probably calculating the repair costs, and then gave Sasuke a lump on the head for his troubles.

"Leave. Now. Get them out of my village, Hatake."

"Yessir."

XXX

If there was one thing Naruto had to say about Tazuna, it was that he was more annoying than Sasuke in his most emo, self-loathing of moments. The man just went on and on about what a great bridge-builder he was, and why Konoha couldn't get him a real ninja team to guard him on his way to building one of the biggest bridges in the Elemental Nations. Finally, just to shut him up, Naruto asked why this bridge was so important that he needed to hire ninja to guard it.

"Well, some highwaymen might try to attack us, see, or maybe bandits are waiting for me back home. I did make a few enemies," the man justified. "What are you complaining for, I paid you bastard ninja already."

"Hn," commented Sasuke. It seemed that this mission was doomed to be nothing but annoying and a waste of– wait, when was the last time it rained? It certainly wasn't this week, so why was there a puddle just lying about in the middle of the road like they were in Ame or something? Sasuke discreetly glanced at Kakashi, but the jonin was engrossed in not caring about anything. Naruto was trying to out-scream a professional alcoholic, and Sakura was praying. This required closing her eyes and bowing her head, so she was weaving around the road and bumping into everyone around her. Just him, then. Sasuke sighed, activating his mangekyo sharingan. When they were just nearing the puddle, right as the two men at the bottom prepared to spring their trap, he struck.

"Amaterasu," he said quietly, ignoring the vicious sting and the way his vision jolted as he did so. Maybe there was a way to only use one eye at a time. Being blind in the left eye wasn't such a bad deal, especially if the sharingan still worked. The two men were beginning to scream, and Kakashi was giving him a strange look with his one eye, so Sasuke quickly used an earth technique to slide a dirt lid over the hole in the ground. That was what it was, a hole, no water in sight. Evidently Amaterasu was overkill.

'No kill like overkill,' he thought suddenly, and smiled slightly. The dying gasps of Gozu and Meizu, burned alive by the pinnacle of fire abilities, were completely muted.

Kakashi stared at Sasuke, who had turned on that godforsaken sharingan and was now smiling at nothing in particular. Dear lord, that kid gave him the creeps sometimes. He raised a hand to call for a halt.

"Sasuke, is there something you'd like to tell us?" he asked, trying his best not to cry with the unfairness of it all. 'Minato, were we this horrible to you? I'm so, so sorry if I or Rin ever gave you a stroke by accident... That one time with Obito doesn't count.'

"Perhaps," Sasuke replied.

"Elaborate."

"I smell blood," Sakura interjected randomly. "It's a bit like steak on a barbeque, more well done than I normally eat it, but definately human. Cooking human?"

'How do you know what human blood smells like?' Kakashi wanted to ask, before deciding that it was better if he didn't know.

"D'you prefer rare, Sakura?" Naruto pried hopefully.

"Are you asking 'cos you want to go on another date with you? I like meat alive and struggling, but rare's good."

"Sasuke, why can Sakura smell people who, apparently, recently burned to death?"

"I think one of them is still alive, sensei!" added Sakura. She dropped to her hands and knees and sniffed, trailing her nose along the ground like one of Kakashi's dogs. She crawled up to the edge of the illusory puddle and stopped confused.

"I might have just killed two ninja," Sasuke admitted.

"Might? Might?" There was a vein in Kakashi's forehead threatening to pop.

"They could still be in unimaginable pain," the genin suggested.

"Sensei, when is a puddle not a puddle?"

"Sakura, now is not the time for puns. I'm trying to figure out–"

"When it's a f***ing genjutsu!"

Kakashi blurted out an A-Rank anti-genjutsu technique, and the puddle promptly transformed into a flat stretch of ground. He regarded Sakura, unimpressed. "So, a puddle isn't a puddle when it's a mirage? Congratulations, I believe you've passed science class."

"It's a genjutsu, I'm sure of it!" Sakura cried. "Look, I'll prove it!." She marched a circle over where the puddle used to be, but the dirt held. That is, until she jumped experimentally, and fell into a hell where the fire didn't burn with light.

"You neglected to mention that," Kakashi admonished. "Did you think we weren't going to notice a hole with three corpses in it?"

"I'm– ERRAGAH!– still AAARGH!– alive, you bastAAAARGH—!" screamed Sakura.

"Would eviscerating you with a chidori while you lie down there help with that?" her sensei asked innocently.

"F*** YOU! SWEET JASHIN, THIS PAIN IS ECSTASY!"

XXX

Elsewhere, a place where the sanity levels were also dropping to lethal levels, Naruto was arguing with Tazuna. The man simply refused to admit that Wave was a backwater country with no ninja, no ramen, and no Hokage. Tazuna's only rational argument was that only Konoha had a Hokage, to which Naruto replied with a rude hand gesture, and from there it snowballed downhill.

"Wave is the pinnacle of civilization!" Tazuna proclaimed, swatting at Naruto with the bottle and missing spectacularly.

"Konoha has ninja!" Naruto countered, as if this made the Leaf's superiority self-evident. In a way it was, because that pretty much guaranteed Konoha independence for as long as it existed. That was the origin of the expression 'Will of Fire', though it had been twisted by Tobirama Senju's PR Department into meaning something else entirely. The man wasn't as revered as his older brother, but you had to admire his administration. One of the perks of staffing your offices with ninja.

"Wave Country never, never shall be slaves!" rebutted Tazuna, citing his national anthem. It was unfortunate that the proud people of Wave had actually been enslaved by various nations and tyrants since the era of warring states, and it was the fate of the poor people to be shackled by the more powerful for the next hundred years or so, after which they would come to possess a chakra weapon powerful enough to wipe out the modern world, and a joint team from Leaf and Mist ended up eradicating the entire country.

"You're disgusting!" Naruto said. "Have some pride in yourself!"

"You are wearing orange. What kind of ninja wears orange, anyways? Help with those missions where you have to stand out?"

"This is our first mission outside Konoha," Naruto told him, embarrassed. "I don't even remember why I wear orange." Little did he know that he wore orange because of a freak accident thirteen years ago. Minato Namikaze decided to try marijuana, and the resulting haze had him teleporting to random places for reasons he didn't quite understand himself. One of those places was highly irradiated, and shortly thereafter a doctor declared all of his children would be so malformed from birth that surviving for longer than a day was quite unlikely. Minto, whose distrust of doctors was almost as legendary as his love for Yakitori and buxom Kiri women, decided to ignore the man's advice. Naruto was born healthy, if a bit premature, but no paediatrician or psychiatrist ever diagnosed him with the variety of ADHD-flavoured disorders that ran in the Uzumaki clan.

(Somewhere in Rice Field Country, as it was still called, a girl with hair as red as the day is long sneezed suddenly, making her scalpel shudder in her grip. The man on the operating table, who was almost finished having a metal tube implanted into his right arm, was now bleeding dangerously. She wished Orochimaru had given her enough anesthetic and anticoagulant to finish everyone, but they ran out disturbingly often.

To compound that, a man somewhere else with equally red hair and a similar disposition sneezed on his wife, who looked perplexed enough that he apologized. Everyone within earshot, believing they had witnessed a god say 'Sorry, angel!', experienced epiphanies about their jobs, marriage and religion.)

"You're still rank amateurs then," Tazuna judged. "Pity, I was expecting real ninja–"

Naruto lunged, murder in his heart and a kunai in his hands. Tazuna stumbled back, a modicum of fear breaking through his facade of indifference, but it was too late...

A barrier of sand sent Naruto tumbling back. He was repelled onto his rear a few feet away, skidding back from the surprised Tazuna. He quickly pushed himself up, ignoring the way the seal rumbled, and was immediately hoisted off his feet. The sand was coherent now, glued by will alone into the form of a woman twice his height. Naruto instantly recognized her as the Ginger Bitch, despite the fact that she was now made of sand. She opened her mouth, and a ferocious humming noise came out as she tried to say something to him. Vibrating vocal chords evidently only worked if they were made of flesh.

"I can't understand you!" he shouted, a tad unnecessarily, and the Ginger Bitch paused. Slowly, she mouthed 'Are you crazy?' to the suspended genin, who snorted in response.

"Look, I haven't eaten in a week, and it's your damn fault!" He poked her in the chest with a finger, which she looked down at with lazy amusement. "I mean, what else was I supposed to eat?"

'Thanks for the ramen,' the Ginger Bitch mouthed. Then, she slapped him. Being slapped by a hand made of sand was a weird feeling, Naruto thought. It was more like being stroked by sandpaper than anything.

'You are a pig!' she hollered silently, shaking Naruto by his lapel. 'Who taught you manners?'

XXX

Meanwhile, back in the depths of Kakashi's personal hell, Sasuke was sitting on a rock he'd created with an earth technique, and Sakura was trying to haul herself out of the flaming hole with Amaterasu consuming her. She was down to a naked skeleton, her scythe somehow resisting the black flames but her cultist robes being less immortal than herself. Kakashi considered the logical next step. Naruto was watching Tazuna, so that front was safe, but how to rescue Sakura? He could pull her out himself, but something (the memories of a shadow clone) told him that trying personally would doom him as well. Kakashi was also reasonably certain that his bones wouldn't move by themselves, so that left Sasuke.

"Put her out," he ordered.

"No."

"Do it!"

"Why?"

"I am your mission commander and sensei, and you will do as I say. Get rid of that stuff."

"No, you're not."

"Pardon?"

Sasuke gave Kakashi a look that could make a mountain whimper. "You. Are. Not. My. Sensei."

"Aww, is that any way to treat your– DAMNIT KID, I'M TRYING!" he pleaded, as Sasuke tried to take his head off with a fist augmented with violet chakra. "You want me to be a sensei? Then here! Current Dragon Technique, water style, B-Rank ninjutsu." He threw out all forty-four hand seals as fast as humanly possible, not even facing Sasuke, and said, "I am now your teacher. Turn off that... whatever it is."

Sasuke's mangekyo sharingan faded, and now that his eyes were their original shade Kakashi could see the unbridled happiness glinting in their depths. It was a look he'd seen many times before. On himself. On Anko. On Ibiki. It was a look that meant someone was going to get their shit messed up, and you were going to enjoy every second of it.

'What have I done?'

XXX

Zabuza was starting to get worried after twenty minutes without contact, so he tentatively sent Haku in to observe the fight between the Demon Brothers and the jonin/genin team from Konoha. Surely the two chunin hadn't lost already, because it wasn't like they were rank amateurs, and one jonin versus two high chunin was ever so slightly in the chunin's favour. Especially with the level of coordination that Gozu and Meizu had. The two spent a every waking hour with one hand chained to each other, was it any wonder that they could fight perfectly in sync? Now, if only people would stop accusing them of being in a relationship...

Haku arrived a few minutes later, his Kiri ANBU mask swapped out for a casual civilian disguise, this time as the daughter of a middle-class civilian. No, he was male, thank you for asking, but was it any business of yours if he happened to enjoy dressing up as a girl? Was there anything wrong with that? Okay, maybe the conservative lifestyle of his late parents had been a bit constricting, and Zabuza's lack of experience in the area gave him the freedom to do... things...

He frowned.

There wasn't a fight in quite the way he'd been expecting. Instead, there was a short blond kid being slapped around by a woman made of sand—

Two minutes later, after Haku's brain rebooted, he was prepared to accept that. He was even prepared to accept that there was another genin chasing Sharingan Kakashi around with a dragon made of water, unlikely as it was.

But it was the hole that did him in. The pit that he had helped them dig for the ambush, which was now filled with ungodly black fire that leapt up like a bonfire and scorched the earth almost three metres away. It looked positively demonic.

Then, a skeleton armed with a bloody sickle tried to climb out of the hole. It's bony fingers wrapped blindly around the lip of the hole, but the flaming dirt crumbled under its fingers and it toppled back into hell again.

Hell. That hole was a hole to hell. That's what had happened, Gozu and Meizu had fallen through a portal into the Dark World of the Damned, and now their restless souls were trying to escape from the eternal bonfire. Nervous sweat broke out along Haku's back. What if they remembered that time he caught them making out on camera and wanted revenge? Oh God oh God oh God...

XXX

Kakashi looked away from his pursuer to see a young woman with black hair and a haori standing by the side of the road. As she watched, her expression grew more and more petrified, until finally she shrieked (a little more like a young woman than a little girl, he had to admit) and ran smack into Tazuna. She eyed him for a split second, then screamed shrilly again and ran off the way she'd came.

At least the girl had some sense.

You may be wondering, why am I only censoring Sakura when she swears? The answer is, it's because she cusses more than everyone else put together, and I feel like it does... something.

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