A young boy was sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain. His silver hair was blowing in the wind . His eyes were closed as he took slow and small breathes . His mind wandered , clearing his thoughts was the main point of meditation after all. He thought of the mission at hand that would be underway in a few hours , of the great uprising that the head has planned , of the latest addition to the team .
"Who am I ?"
"You are a resurrected vessel for great power. Born to serve us ."
"I don't remember you ."
"Your memories are intact?"
"I remember ...a red-haired girl. With tears ...and a smile ...and a dagger ...through my chest...who is she?"
"...She is your enemy ...and the reason for your death."
Him still remembering his past was a possibility that was already met with precautionary actions but the expressions on his face indicated that he had emotions . And emotions were not normally present on these type of people . But he was a special case ,a clone even before his death and now, a resurrected body of his past life. He is not the empty shell they wanted but as long as he complied with their actions, it would not be a problem.
"I want to meet her."
"That would not be a wise move , you are still too weak..."
"No...I'm not"
He still has his trained instincts , his skill with the sword and regular fighting techniques and even his en-jutsu skills .Though his skills were less than perfect ,they were enough to take down twenty well-trained scum in a matter of minutes ...and that was because he was bored and wanted to toy with them . He is too much in sync with his old life. He's dangerous .
"Fine , you may accompany them in the mission though I make no guarantee that you will see the girl ."
"fine, sitting in this dump of a hideout is boring anyway.."
Very dangerous.
The boy opened his eyes , already having sensed the arrival of an intruder into the area.
"Yo ,everyone's prepped and ready to go , oh leader."
The silver boy stood up and turned to face the very person he was thinking of , wondering whether he was secretly planning something , if he remembered something more than what he let on , if he was using them instead of the other way around. His face was set with a confident smirk that revealed none of the answers the boy was looking for . His wild black hair spiking to his right.
"You need not be sarcastic . My father is your leader , not me"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Your?...not 'our'?"
The silver-haired boy's eyes narrowed and the other boy raised is hands in mock surrender.
"Your pop's got a loud voice. Anyway , what do I call you then, captain?"
"My name is fine..."
He replied as he walked past him towards the meeting point.
"...And you? What do you wish to be called? A new name might help suit your new life"
"My old one's just fine...Ryan"
"Very well then , hurry up...Taka."
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Misao was at a stream in the forest , collecting water for the plants . Apparently , the water supply was cut off for a month due to repairs. She had been working hard these past few years and she felt happy with the knowledge that she has helped some people. She may not ever be able to fully pay for her crimes ...but at least she was doing something good with her life now.
"Hey , you look familiar"
She looked up to see a young boy , a teenager with odd spiky black hair and dark brown eyes which seemed ...familiar.
"You too. Have we met?"
His eyes showed a bit of surprise at her reply , but this was not
acknowledged by Misao ,who simply gave him a polite smile , curiosity in her eyes.
"I'd think I would remember someone as beautiful as you. Must be slipping "
He said with a smirk . Misao's eyes widened , his flirty tone , his smirk , his posture , his carefully guarded piercing eyes , even his hair spiking to one side...she's seen all of that in only one man before , and that man was much older ...Kazuma .
"...something wrong, beautiful?"
"Oh, no ! You remind me of someone I once knew "
"'Once' .where's he now?"
Misao became alert , her years as a kannagi have taught her that any question has many answers . To get information , smart people are usually indirect in their conversations.
"Never mind that , what are you doing so deep into the woods?"
She asked , changing the topic and walking towards the quarters ,carrying a pail of water in each of her hands. He didn't seem to mind as he jumped across the stream and walked instep beside her.
"Oh , just taking a stroll. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be in the forest by herself."
Misao couldn't help notice that despite being alike on extreme levels , he was more free , less reserved that the wind contractor.
"I'm not scared of animals"
Suddenly he walked right in front of her, blocking her path . She prepared herself for an attack .
"Excuse me ...?."
He raised his head , his smirking , playful face replaced with a blank uncaring seriousness that once again reminded her of the man who saved her.
"I'll get answers from you later ."
She sensed it before she saw it , an attack coming at her back . She twisted around , aiming the bucket at it . The contact causing her to be pushed back with a burst of water as the bucket exploded. She regained her footing and stood up , other bucket discarded and hands covered in flames. Whatever one's lifestyle is , defending yourself is never wrong.
Her eyes widened as she realised she was surrounded. She couldn't shout for help , no one at the quarters could help her , they'd only get injured. A silver-haired boy came forward .
"Surrender now and we will not harm you."
"Why me? Is it revenge for someone I've killed?"
"Do not concern yourself. You will be returned unscathed to your life very soon if you simply come with us. We do not require anything but your presence "
Misao's eyes narrowed . The last time she listened to a strange young boy didn't end well. But if only her presence was needed , then only her absence from here was their goal.
"Bait...I'm bait , aren't I ?"
He did not reply and that was all the answer she needed. Her inner fire grew stronger .
"I'm not..."
"Sorry to cut in on the drama , Ryan . But you should end this quick , an unexpected power guest is on his way..."
Misao , from the conner of her eye , saw the same boy who was walking with her look off into the direction of the steps leading to the quarters . Her mind went into overdrive . Who was talking about ? Could it possibly be...
"...and he's too much for you idiots to handle"
The boy said before launching into the silver-haired boy spoke .
"Take her now"
A man launched at her , flames in his hands and sent a blast at her . She used it as cover and charged at him through his own flames and sent a blast of her own at point blank to his chest . Her training hasn't worn off completely and her natural invulnerability to fire was a asset . But before she could move , the earth below her rose and trapped her in place . She saw and other man come at her and with a cry of desperation , hoping for her guess to be right ,shut her eyes and screamed .
"KAZUMA!"
She felt something , she felt ...safe . She opened her eyes to she the man that charged at her suspended in mid-air along with all the others including the silver-haired boy . They seemed to be struggling to breathe and she realised that their oxygen supply was probably low .
"Wow, leave for a couple of years and come back to this"
Misao whipped her head around to see Kazuma looking at the group with a calculating , careful expression.
"...put...me...down."
Kazuma smirked.
"Or what , big-shot?"
The silver-haired boy seemed aggravated , but scared . But what interested Kazuma more was that he didn't seem scared of him at all. Someone was forcing him to do this , something big is going on. The silver-haired boy , using his strength began to write with his finger . No words were formed , nothing ,just movement, then he stopped and his hand collapsed. Kazuma raised his eyebrow wary of what he just did. He played his trump card , but what it was , was still unknown . He was on full-alert. Misao was still trapped to the earth in front of him.
"What did you do?"
"Kazuma ...there was someone else here too , a teenage boy...he left after he sensed you"
"What? Was he a spit-user?"
Kazuma asked surprised , no one should have been able to escape his range . Whoever he was he was definitely not a fu-jutsu artist and he was an exceptionally skilled spit-user. In short , a smart opponent . And those were always dangerous .
"I...I don't know."
Suddenly words began to form in front of the silver-haired boy in fire.
'Deal'
A.N:-
I'M BACK ,BABY. I'm so glad to know that I've been missed.
To the anonymous reader who has reviewed almost all the chaps : In response to chap 13: Yes it is . In response to chap 22: wait and see and in response to all the reviews : THANK YOU SO MUCH .
I wish I could thank all my anonymous reviewers personally but as they are anonymous , I can't . So I'll say it now to all my anonymous reviewers: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT . I CANNOT SAY HOW HAPPY I GET WHEN I READ THE FEEDBACK , SO JUST " .ALL".
P.S: If you mean the song by Ashley Tisdale . Yes , I already have it . It's an awesome song . The person to whom this is written for is anonymous ,so ...
Bye for now.