Post by quicksilver on Dec 26, 2007 14:22:50 GMT -5
Sand. It was everywhere, filling everything. Nothing and no one could escapes its reach. The last few days had been especially bad with the high winds and blinding storms. Even now, a large sand storm was moving through the arid desert, coating everything in a thick layer of sand. Three men stood there, forming a crude circle in the midst of the storm. Their eyes shifted from side to side, protected by thick goggles, as they searched through the sands. Unfortunately, the person that said there was safety in numbers had been mistaken.
Three shuriken burst forth from blizzard and flew towards the small group. All three managed to see it coming but their reaction times were different. The first two escaped without incident, but the third was too slow. He was able to to evade one, but the second caught him by the throat and tore it open. He dropped to his knees immediately and rapped one of his hands around his throat in a vain effort to stop the blood that was now running like water from the wound. With the other, he reached out and struggled to force out the words that couldn't be made.
The other two quickly noticed that they were a man short when they landed and started to turn their heads frantically from side to side, searching for any signs of life. Then, one of them saw the faint outline of a person laying on the ground still struggling. Tapping the other on the shoulder, he pointed to the outline and ran towards it. The first man squinted as he tried to focus in on the downed ninja, then promptly took off after the other. When he did catch up, the second shinobi was just standing there, as if he had been frozen in place. walking up beside him, the first ninja was also frozen in place as his eyes found what the other had been looking at. There, dead in the sand, was the third member of their team. His throat had been cut open and as he had been unable to stop the bleeding, he had died from blood loss. Around him, the sand was stained red.
The pair of remaining shinobi were now very alarmed. The best man in the squad had been killed with no effort at all, so it was only natural that they would meet the same fate as well. Facing each other, it was agreed that the only way to survive would be to split up and head in separate directions, running as fast as they could. Shaking hands, they turned and faced opposite ways and pulled the sand village forehead protectors from their pockets. Tying them securely to their foreheads, they vanished from the sand. Only the dead remained there and would remain there until the end of time. A few moments after the shinobi had separated, another figure appeared there. White robes concealed his face and features from the world. A small smile crossed his face. "One..."
The lone ninja shot across the open sands, heading in a direction that he hoped would bring him help. At this speed, the small grains of sand felt like little needles against his open skin. From these little cuts, small droplets of blood came forth and ran down his arms then fell to the sand below. No matter how much it hurt, he couldn't turn around, stop or slow down or else he would be the next casualty. In his head, thoughts raced in his mind. But one stood out amongst the others. What the hell happened to Sanji? I could have sworn he was right behind u... Before he could finish the thought, two more shuriken few out from the blanket of sand and headed straight for him. On instinct alone, the young boy jumped out of the path of the projectiles and landed a few feet from his original position. From out of the storm, a figure clad in a white cloak stepped out, arms sticking straight out from his sides. "I surrender..." thingying his head slightly at this, the young ninjas mind started to fill with thoughts again. Alright Kenji, just take it easy. It's one guy dressed in a white robe, nothing else to worry about. All I need to do is take him prisoner and we're good. When Kenji was within arms reach, a kunai shot out from the sleeve of the cloak and right into his hand. In one smooth movement, the ninja in the cloak cut Kenji's throat, dropping him like a rock. Returning the kunai to the safety of the sleeve, the cloak was not longer white, but rather white with many red spots on it. "Two..."
Hiro knew that there was only one ninja out of the three left but he was unsure of whether to pursue him. He knew that this incident would be reported and the bodies discovered if the shinobi was allowed to live, but killing him was to much effort. After another few minutes of deliberation, Hiro decided that he would kill the ninja before he could be reported. "Last costumer..."
The last ninja was the oldest in the team, but by no means the strongest. This made him all to nervous about facing someone who had beaten the strongest so easily. This thought worried him slightly and he sped up in hopes that he would escape the assassin and live to see the light of day. Out of nowhere, four shuriken flew by, missing him by an inch or so at most. Oddly, they started to turn back around as if to make a second pass. In an attempt to dodge them, he moved the to left only to find that it had been blocked by a nearly invisible thread. Before anything else could be done, all four shuriken embedded themselves in his body and then promptly exploded, killing the ninja instantly.
Hiro was pleased with the result of the tactic and decided to try it again some time. His first priority was to disperse the storm. Forming the hand signs, Hiro muttered the words. "Futon: Daitoppa (Wind Release: Great Breakthrough)!" In an instant, the storm was gone and in its place, the sun and blue sky had appeared. Looking down at the place where the ninja had died, Hiro just sighed. "Money for nothing."
Three shuriken burst forth from blizzard and flew towards the small group. All three managed to see it coming but their reaction times were different. The first two escaped without incident, but the third was too slow. He was able to to evade one, but the second caught him by the throat and tore it open. He dropped to his knees immediately and rapped one of his hands around his throat in a vain effort to stop the blood that was now running like water from the wound. With the other, he reached out and struggled to force out the words that couldn't be made.
The other two quickly noticed that they were a man short when they landed and started to turn their heads frantically from side to side, searching for any signs of life. Then, one of them saw the faint outline of a person laying on the ground still struggling. Tapping the other on the shoulder, he pointed to the outline and ran towards it. The first man squinted as he tried to focus in on the downed ninja, then promptly took off after the other. When he did catch up, the second shinobi was just standing there, as if he had been frozen in place. walking up beside him, the first ninja was also frozen in place as his eyes found what the other had been looking at. There, dead in the sand, was the third member of their team. His throat had been cut open and as he had been unable to stop the bleeding, he had died from blood loss. Around him, the sand was stained red.
The pair of remaining shinobi were now very alarmed. The best man in the squad had been killed with no effort at all, so it was only natural that they would meet the same fate as well. Facing each other, it was agreed that the only way to survive would be to split up and head in separate directions, running as fast as they could. Shaking hands, they turned and faced opposite ways and pulled the sand village forehead protectors from their pockets. Tying them securely to their foreheads, they vanished from the sand. Only the dead remained there and would remain there until the end of time. A few moments after the shinobi had separated, another figure appeared there. White robes concealed his face and features from the world. A small smile crossed his face. "One..."
The lone ninja shot across the open sands, heading in a direction that he hoped would bring him help. At this speed, the small grains of sand felt like little needles against his open skin. From these little cuts, small droplets of blood came forth and ran down his arms then fell to the sand below. No matter how much it hurt, he couldn't turn around, stop or slow down or else he would be the next casualty. In his head, thoughts raced in his mind. But one stood out amongst the others. What the hell happened to Sanji? I could have sworn he was right behind u... Before he could finish the thought, two more shuriken few out from the blanket of sand and headed straight for him. On instinct alone, the young boy jumped out of the path of the projectiles and landed a few feet from his original position. From out of the storm, a figure clad in a white cloak stepped out, arms sticking straight out from his sides. "I surrender..." thingying his head slightly at this, the young ninjas mind started to fill with thoughts again. Alright Kenji, just take it easy. It's one guy dressed in a white robe, nothing else to worry about. All I need to do is take him prisoner and we're good. When Kenji was within arms reach, a kunai shot out from the sleeve of the cloak and right into his hand. In one smooth movement, the ninja in the cloak cut Kenji's throat, dropping him like a rock. Returning the kunai to the safety of the sleeve, the cloak was not longer white, but rather white with many red spots on it. "Two..."
Hiro knew that there was only one ninja out of the three left but he was unsure of whether to pursue him. He knew that this incident would be reported and the bodies discovered if the shinobi was allowed to live, but killing him was to much effort. After another few minutes of deliberation, Hiro decided that he would kill the ninja before he could be reported. "Last costumer..."
The last ninja was the oldest in the team, but by no means the strongest. This made him all to nervous about facing someone who had beaten the strongest so easily. This thought worried him slightly and he sped up in hopes that he would escape the assassin and live to see the light of day. Out of nowhere, four shuriken flew by, missing him by an inch or so at most. Oddly, they started to turn back around as if to make a second pass. In an attempt to dodge them, he moved the to left only to find that it had been blocked by a nearly invisible thread. Before anything else could be done, all four shuriken embedded themselves in his body and then promptly exploded, killing the ninja instantly.
Hiro was pleased with the result of the tactic and decided to try it again some time. His first priority was to disperse the storm. Forming the hand signs, Hiro muttered the words. "Futon: Daitoppa (Wind Release: Great Breakthrough)!" In an instant, the storm was gone and in its place, the sun and blue sky had appeared. Looking down at the place where the ninja had died, Hiro just sighed. "Money for nothing."
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