Why are a million artists begging for commissons? I was gone for a few months and boom they are everywhere like roaches.
Stop it, please.
Two Months Into ANBU
Slipping into the bedroom of a woman, known for selling children on the Black Market, Chameleon felt more than comfortable killing her. Her gaurds were all asleep, courtesy of the Temple of Nirvana genjutsu taught to him by Cat ( Via a now burned Scroll), he easily threw a senbon at her arm. She barely noticed, groaning and turning over as the posion slipped into her bloodstream. He pulled it out gently, and used his green chakra to soothe the wound where the poison entered her. He was gone in moments, her idiot gaurds waking up but being too ashamed to say a word to each other about her.
In the morning, when she didn't wake, they'd blame her constant drinking and party life.
"Good work, Chameleon." Cat told him as he returned to their base where Frog was ripping through three Inuzuka ninja and their hounds. Leaping around their attacks, peppering them with palmed strikes and kicks, it was honestly entertaining. "You did well, no one could have done better."
Chameleon bowed, before sitting down and focusing on his meditation. He had gotten good, really good at feeling out chakra in the air. You had to on these missions...
So, when he felt the tinniest thread of forgien chakra tingling at the edges of his senses, Chameleon turned and threw a kunai laced with an explosive tag at the source. The motion alerted all of the ninja to the sight of a man hunched over looking at them with cold, bloodshot eyes. He was wearing a black cloak laced with red clouds.
"So, you noticed me." The man said, amused. His voice was gravely, cold and evil to the core even by Ninja standards. "Little rats, wandering about thinking their ninja." His killer intent oozed and Mika knew fear. This was no ordinary ninja, this was someone to be feared. That he was holding Chameleon's explosive tag, burning it away with a burst of chakra, only made him scarier. "Deidera, now."
"Right!" And a blonde teen on a white drag rose into the sky, throwing down what looked like dozens of white spiders made of clay. "Art, is an explosion!" And explode they did, with great enough force that killed or maimed a great many.
Mika and Hinata ( Chameleon and Frog) Dived into the earth independently, not close enough to save anyone. The sounds of explosions above them, the tears of skin and flesh, the horrors of death...
It all sounded from above.
"What do we do?" Mika asked, stunned. "That's Deidera, he's an S class ninja from Rock."
Hinata nodded. "The other, I don't recognize him... none of us, even together, can handle an S rank ninja."
They might have said more, but a sudden rush of chakra tore apart the earth, and they found themselves rising up wrapped in clay.
The men were looking at them, eyes warm with amusement. "Well well, our two targets... "
Mika turned, and saw that everyone, even Cat ( Yugao) lay dead or unconcious on the ground, torn apart from the explosions... his heart ached for her, but he had to focus on himself and Hinata. "What do you want?"
"You." Deidera said. "Sand Paid a fee for your capture... but we have another offer, right Sasori?"
The man nodded. "Join our little organization, two that killed a Jinchurriki at twelve... you are more than welcome in our organization. The Akatsuki could use more competant ninja. So, what say you?"
Hinata laughed. "Do we really have a choice, to ignore two S rank ninja... of course we will join you."
"Agreed." Mika said.
"Good... now come, there is a long way to travel. Our Leader has something to say to you both."
And like that, Mika and Hinata followed along, knowing their very lives were in the balance no matter what they did really...
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.