Kakuzu
08-31-2007, 03:35 AM
Hell all, here is a little story I'm developing at the moment. Please take time to read it. :D
Shikamaru Nara woke up in a sweaty startle. Hot, salty beads of thin sweat lazily rolled down his tanned skin, a picture of absolute terror frozen on his surprised face. The only sounds he could hear the in the dark, eerie room were the slight whispers and pants of himself. His eyes were dry from the tears rolling down his cheeks, and his hair was drenched, along with his pajamas. He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. When he brought it up to his face, he saw a small puddle of water. He gasped a bit at the sight of a small amount of blood on his lower lip. The bland taste filled his mouth, and he desperately tried to suck the red, oozing liquid out of the torn flesh. Apparently, he had been chewing on his lip while he was asleep. This he could understand, this wasn’t the first time he had bit down on his lips while in a deep sleep. Once he had figured out where he was, and what had happened, he tried to pull the memories he had thought about in his dream. “Asuma…” he muttered under his heavy breath. He vividly remembered the vulgar scene of his mutilated Jounin instructor on the floor, gasping for one last breath. A tear formed in his eye as he slowly attempted to rub it away. More images of Asuma on the floor, trying to reach for his battle weapons to combatant his enemy, even on death row. Sadness swelled inside of the young Chuunin as the final image of Asuma lying oh so very still on the floor, dead.
Before a second wave of sadness could travel through his body, Shikamaru heard a thud right outside of his apartment. Despite his condition, the Nara quickly jumped to see what was causing this noise to be heard. As he leaped from his bed, onto the rug floor, and directly to his window, he saw a shadowy figure dart over a rooftop in Konoha. Shikamaru tried to get a closer look, but his eyes stung from his weeping. “Who’s out this late?” Shikamaru whispered to himself as he checked the clock set above his bed. 3:47am was the exact time on the clock’s face. The young teenager immediately grabbed his Chuunin vest, and slung it over his pajamas. Carefully, he reached for his bag of kunai, which contained the chakra knives he used in battle against Hidan. “Whoever he is, he shouldn’t be out this late…” the boy muttered as he lifted his window and jumped downward onto a lower rooftop. Silently, he blended into the night, making sure he didn’t cause an uproar as he followed his figure with great haste.
Whoever this perpetrator was, he was damn fast. Even with Shikamaru’s keen sense of sight and smell, combined with his advanced speed, he couldn’t seem to keep up with his target. The thought of throwing a kunai and lodging it in his leg was a very pleasant but forbidden thought for the weary Shinobi. Had he have done that, he might have gotten into serious trouble, considering that no ninja in Konoha is allowed to attack someone until that someone was considered a threat. Nevertheless, the two kept playing the game of cat and mouse until Shikamaru finally saw his opening to get in front of the masked trespasser, and get some answers. With great skill, the Nara leaped into the nip, frosty air. His eye still stuck on his target, he managed to land his feet down on the ground, about 3 meters in front of the unsuspecting lawbreaker. Holding a single extended hand up, the green vested ninja uttered a small amount of words. The unknown ninja jumped backwards in startled manner, as if a Konoha ninja following him was the last thing he thought could happen.
“Stop right there. Tell me, what are you doing out so late,” Shikamaru ordered. In a flash, three shurikan were sent at the Nara. The boy’s eyes widened in shock as he dodged the oncoming metal weapons with ease. Bending backwards, he gave plenty of time for his target to leap over his immobile body, and begin to flee. Regaining his posture, he gritted his teeth a bit, anger swelling to his head. “Why do things have to be so troublesome this late a night?“ he whined. With those words, he dashed forward, trying to see in the darkness in front of him. Shikamaru tried to keep up the obviously taller, more muscular man. Before Shikamaru could get within three meters of his fleeing enemy, the target made a left turn. With great maneuvering, the 16 year old managed to grab a hold of a long silver pole, twist his body upside down, fling himself in the air, and land feet-first onto a tall building. At this height, Shikamaru could easily see the intruder as he made nearly impossible twists and turns between Konoha constructs. “Who is this guy? He’s obviously Jounin level…Or at least around it,” a worried Shikamaru thought to himself as he gained speed and tried to find the skilled enemy.
Reaching for a kunai, the forbidden thought of lodging a kunai in the intruder’s leg was now an option the boy could select. Of course, with every weapon thrown, a million problems would follow. This was especially true for someone who has no team or witnesses at the scene. If I don’t hit him, he’ll get away… I can’t keep up with him… But if I throw it, and hit him… There can be some serious consequences… After a mini debate in his mind, the Nara finally made up his troubled mind; hit him. The boy glided in midair as he slowly reached for a weapon. It felt as if he were in slow motion… Sweat began to pour down his face from his head, his heart pounding faster than before, he gripped the smooth, hard metal that was crafted into a long, pointy assault weapon, and brought it to eye’s level. Holding his breath, he brought it back, and flung it in the direction of his enemy, who had his back turned.
Right before the weapon connected with the flesh of his enemy, the masked Shinobi instantly turned around, and deflected the metal knife with a long weapon of his own. Even though the Nara could not see perfectly, there was something odd about the weapon the ninja was holding. Not to mention that his movements were lightning fast, about twice as fast as Shikamaru’s himself. “This guy is too much…” Before the pineapple-shaped haired Shinobi could utter a second sentence, the masked ninja stopped dead in his tracks, and lunged at Shikamaru. Shock, confusion, and fear were all visible on Shikamaru’s façade as the older man threw his weapon directly at his face. The silver-plated, double bladed kunai-looking weapon was three inches from the Nara’s face before Shikamaru jeered to the left. Just dodged it… The boy thought, his eyes still wide from shock.
“Argh,” Shikamaru grunted as he felt a slight bit of blood drizzle down his right left cheek. Before the masked ninja could reach the boy, Shikamaru stopped, ducked, let the man pass him overhead, and put a hand on his cheek. The skin on his cheek was raw, torn, and stinging. Just before the injured Chuunin could look up, the weapon was already spinning back to stab him in the back. This time, however, Shikamaru was now more alert, and easily dodged the oncoming attack. Still, the Nara felt unsafe fighting this enemy. Glancing down upon the discarded metal, he was shocked by what he saw.
“Double edged kunai? Only ANBU Black Ops members are permitted to use these…” this question was added to his already growing supply. The boy quickly lifted the bloody assault-weapon, and looked up at the assaulter, a pang of fear in his stomach. “Okay now, I have questions, and I expect you to answer them right now…” The dangerous ninja stood still on top of a rather large market. In a monotone voice, he spoke. “So, that didn’t finish you off, eh? You must be pretty skilled to have avoided that attack.” Shikamaru was quite taken back from the sound of his enemies voice. Concealing his voice with a mechanical-operated voice transmitter, huh? The annoyed Nara lunged at the enemy who was already meeting him eye to eye.
The skilled enemy sent a fist into Shikamaru’s chest, but it was effortlessly blocked by his elbow. With his other free hand, the assailant tried to choke the boy, unfortunately for him, Shikamaru already ducked, and attempted a back fist to his face. The unknown Shinobi bent backwards, freed himself from Shikamaru’s grip, planted a foot on the boy’s head, bounced off Shikamaru, grabbed a hold of a pole, twirled around, and launched at the confused boy, and punched him hard in the cheek. There was a clean, sharp crack as Shikamaru was sent flying down from midair, and into a barrel filled with potatoes.
Shikamaru Nara woke up in a sweaty startle. Hot, salty beads of thin sweat lazily rolled down his tanned skin, a picture of absolute terror frozen on his surprised face. The only sounds he could hear the in the dark, eerie room were the slight whispers and pants of himself. His eyes were dry from the tears rolling down his cheeks, and his hair was drenched, along with his pajamas. He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. When he brought it up to his face, he saw a small puddle of water. He gasped a bit at the sight of a small amount of blood on his lower lip. The bland taste filled his mouth, and he desperately tried to suck the red, oozing liquid out of the torn flesh. Apparently, he had been chewing on his lip while he was asleep. This he could understand, this wasn’t the first time he had bit down on his lips while in a deep sleep. Once he had figured out where he was, and what had happened, he tried to pull the memories he had thought about in his dream. “Asuma…” he muttered under his heavy breath. He vividly remembered the vulgar scene of his mutilated Jounin instructor on the floor, gasping for one last breath. A tear formed in his eye as he slowly attempted to rub it away. More images of Asuma on the floor, trying to reach for his battle weapons to combatant his enemy, even on death row. Sadness swelled inside of the young Chuunin as the final image of Asuma lying oh so very still on the floor, dead.
Before a second wave of sadness could travel through his body, Shikamaru heard a thud right outside of his apartment. Despite his condition, the Nara quickly jumped to see what was causing this noise to be heard. As he leaped from his bed, onto the rug floor, and directly to his window, he saw a shadowy figure dart over a rooftop in Konoha. Shikamaru tried to get a closer look, but his eyes stung from his weeping. “Who’s out this late?” Shikamaru whispered to himself as he checked the clock set above his bed. 3:47am was the exact time on the clock’s face. The young teenager immediately grabbed his Chuunin vest, and slung it over his pajamas. Carefully, he reached for his bag of kunai, which contained the chakra knives he used in battle against Hidan. “Whoever he is, he shouldn’t be out this late…” the boy muttered as he lifted his window and jumped downward onto a lower rooftop. Silently, he blended into the night, making sure he didn’t cause an uproar as he followed his figure with great haste.
Whoever this perpetrator was, he was damn fast. Even with Shikamaru’s keen sense of sight and smell, combined with his advanced speed, he couldn’t seem to keep up with his target. The thought of throwing a kunai and lodging it in his leg was a very pleasant but forbidden thought for the weary Shinobi. Had he have done that, he might have gotten into serious trouble, considering that no ninja in Konoha is allowed to attack someone until that someone was considered a threat. Nevertheless, the two kept playing the game of cat and mouse until Shikamaru finally saw his opening to get in front of the masked trespasser, and get some answers. With great skill, the Nara leaped into the nip, frosty air. His eye still stuck on his target, he managed to land his feet down on the ground, about 3 meters in front of the unsuspecting lawbreaker. Holding a single extended hand up, the green vested ninja uttered a small amount of words. The unknown ninja jumped backwards in startled manner, as if a Konoha ninja following him was the last thing he thought could happen.
“Stop right there. Tell me, what are you doing out so late,” Shikamaru ordered. In a flash, three shurikan were sent at the Nara. The boy’s eyes widened in shock as he dodged the oncoming metal weapons with ease. Bending backwards, he gave plenty of time for his target to leap over his immobile body, and begin to flee. Regaining his posture, he gritted his teeth a bit, anger swelling to his head. “Why do things have to be so troublesome this late a night?“ he whined. With those words, he dashed forward, trying to see in the darkness in front of him. Shikamaru tried to keep up the obviously taller, more muscular man. Before Shikamaru could get within three meters of his fleeing enemy, the target made a left turn. With great maneuvering, the 16 year old managed to grab a hold of a long silver pole, twist his body upside down, fling himself in the air, and land feet-first onto a tall building. At this height, Shikamaru could easily see the intruder as he made nearly impossible twists and turns between Konoha constructs. “Who is this guy? He’s obviously Jounin level…Or at least around it,” a worried Shikamaru thought to himself as he gained speed and tried to find the skilled enemy.
Reaching for a kunai, the forbidden thought of lodging a kunai in the intruder’s leg was now an option the boy could select. Of course, with every weapon thrown, a million problems would follow. This was especially true for someone who has no team or witnesses at the scene. If I don’t hit him, he’ll get away… I can’t keep up with him… But if I throw it, and hit him… There can be some serious consequences… After a mini debate in his mind, the Nara finally made up his troubled mind; hit him. The boy glided in midair as he slowly reached for a weapon. It felt as if he were in slow motion… Sweat began to pour down his face from his head, his heart pounding faster than before, he gripped the smooth, hard metal that was crafted into a long, pointy assault weapon, and brought it to eye’s level. Holding his breath, he brought it back, and flung it in the direction of his enemy, who had his back turned.
Right before the weapon connected with the flesh of his enemy, the masked Shinobi instantly turned around, and deflected the metal knife with a long weapon of his own. Even though the Nara could not see perfectly, there was something odd about the weapon the ninja was holding. Not to mention that his movements were lightning fast, about twice as fast as Shikamaru’s himself. “This guy is too much…” Before the pineapple-shaped haired Shinobi could utter a second sentence, the masked ninja stopped dead in his tracks, and lunged at Shikamaru. Shock, confusion, and fear were all visible on Shikamaru’s façade as the older man threw his weapon directly at his face. The silver-plated, double bladed kunai-looking weapon was three inches from the Nara’s face before Shikamaru jeered to the left. Just dodged it… The boy thought, his eyes still wide from shock.
“Argh,” Shikamaru grunted as he felt a slight bit of blood drizzle down his right left cheek. Before the masked ninja could reach the boy, Shikamaru stopped, ducked, let the man pass him overhead, and put a hand on his cheek. The skin on his cheek was raw, torn, and stinging. Just before the injured Chuunin could look up, the weapon was already spinning back to stab him in the back. This time, however, Shikamaru was now more alert, and easily dodged the oncoming attack. Still, the Nara felt unsafe fighting this enemy. Glancing down upon the discarded metal, he was shocked by what he saw.
“Double edged kunai? Only ANBU Black Ops members are permitted to use these…” this question was added to his already growing supply. The boy quickly lifted the bloody assault-weapon, and looked up at the assaulter, a pang of fear in his stomach. “Okay now, I have questions, and I expect you to answer them right now…” The dangerous ninja stood still on top of a rather large market. In a monotone voice, he spoke. “So, that didn’t finish you off, eh? You must be pretty skilled to have avoided that attack.” Shikamaru was quite taken back from the sound of his enemies voice. Concealing his voice with a mechanical-operated voice transmitter, huh? The annoyed Nara lunged at the enemy who was already meeting him eye to eye.
The skilled enemy sent a fist into Shikamaru’s chest, but it was effortlessly blocked by his elbow. With his other free hand, the assailant tried to choke the boy, unfortunately for him, Shikamaru already ducked, and attempted a back fist to his face. The unknown Shinobi bent backwards, freed himself from Shikamaru’s grip, planted a foot on the boy’s head, bounced off Shikamaru, grabbed a hold of a pole, twirled around, and launched at the confused boy, and punched him hard in the cheek. There was a clean, sharp crack as Shikamaru was sent flying down from midair, and into a barrel filled with potatoes.