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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. That is the property of Masahi Kishimoto. However, I do own my OC Kyo.
I am so super-duper-extra-super sorry!!!!! I've taken like three weeks to get this out and yet its still one of the shortest chapters yet. *looks embarrassed* I've just been having something of a writer's block. Anyway, at least I got it out!
Hyoton: Aisudomu -- Ice Release: Ice Dome
Hyoton: Aisusupaiku -- Ice Release: Ice Spikes
ANBU -- Ninja black ops
Katana -- type of Japanese sword
-senpai -- Japanese honorific for a colleague
Nani -- what
Genjutsu -- a ninja technique that affects the mind
S-class -- highest class of something. Naruto-verse term
Baka -- idiot
Chapter 4
“Not my best work, but, hey, what can you do?” Kyo grinned, scanning the forms of her newest creations.
Kakashi's kunai was inches from her chest while Yamato's finger had yet to release from the radio. Neither were moving.
Gotta make sure. The greenette cracked her knuckles, golden eyes adopting a deranged glow as she prepared to smash the pair to bits.
Who's at a disadvantage now?
Her hand flashed downwards, adrenaline coursing through her veins. . . .only to stop centimeters from Kakashi's frozen head.
And at a time like this.
Pain suddenly shot through her torso, clawing at her thoughts like an angry bear. Kyo gasped, falling to her knees as the agony continued. Her hands gripped the end of the katana that was shoved through her chest. Poison.
“Got you.” A distinctly feminine voice breathed a sigh of relief.
Kyo turned her head slightly, allowing a smile to etch its way across her lips.
Too late.
And with that thought, the girl disintegrated into a mound of ice, leaving an entire division of puzzled ANBU rooted to the spot, a female Jonin wielding a bloodied katana at their front.
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Kuso.
Kyo collapsed against the wall, glancing down at her chest. A dark burgundy blotch was quickly tracing its way across her white shirt.
She missed the vital spot.
The greenette hissed as another wave of pain battered her body.
Why?
She doubled over, coughing haggardly as she heaved for breath.
Guess it's as good a time as any. I've been waiting to try this out.
She reached into her hoodie, shuffling around for a moment, before producing a bottle of unmarked pills. Her hands twitched involuntarily as she quickly overturned the container.
No time for manners. It's not fatal, but there's no way I'm staying here for them to find me.
The strange medicine spilled across the floor, her fingers grappling for a single capsule among the throng.
Got it.
Kyo downed the pill without a second thought. Her throat working overtime so as to swallow the ample-sized capsule without the assistance of water.
Pain is what we all must overcome. Isn't that right, Onoki-sama?
The girl leaned heavily against the wall, eyes blinking impatiently as she waited for the medicine to take effect, whatever said effect may be. Inhale. . .exhale. . .inhale. . .exhale. . .
Nothing.
Suddenly, she gasped, eyes huge. Her hands involuntarily clawed at her own throat, fingers forming sickles as she attempted to spit the pill back out.
Too late.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream, irises momentarily flashing a vivid orange ringed with malicious blue, before collapsing unconscious to the ground, eyes still open.
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“Kakashi-san! Yamato-senpai!” The female Jonin dashed towards her frozen comrades. She quickly did a once over. They're still emitting chakra. “Get Tsunade-sama!”
“Hai, Shizune-san!”
Shizune ignored them as she stared at two of Konoha's best. “Who did this?” she muttered to herself.
“Nani?”
The kunoichi turned sharply to the side at the voice of one of her ANBU companions.
“N-nothing. Find the hostile. I definitely got in a major hit, not fatal, but it should slow her down. I'm sure Tsunade-sama will want to have a talk with her.”
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Kyo slowly blinked her eyes, a groggy film still shading their golden glory, in an attempt to adjust to the dank lighting. She yawned, contemptuously stretching her arms.
“Huh, wonder why Onoki-sama wanted to keep those from me. . .that's the best sleep I've had in weeks,” she mumbled, her lips stretching in the beginning of yet another yawn. Her gaze trailed down to her shirt.
Stained.
She brushed her fingers tentatively over the burgundy blotch.
Dry.
“Wonder how long I was aslee—” Her musings were cut short as her eyes shot wide.
“Crap.”
Without hesitation, her body shot backwards, bending at an almost unnatural angle so as to perform a 360° flip in midair. The moment her feet touched the opposite wall, chakra charged to her feet, sending her body ricocheting towards the ceiling.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Kyo's glare flashed downwards, locking for less than a second on the senbon embedded in her previous location, before it flicked onward.
Linear.
With that one miniscule thought, her sight made a beeline for the shadow drenched corridor across from her.
Found you.
She channeled chakra to her hands, grabbing the ceiling and flipping herself into an upside-down crouch, her muscles sliding into place with practiced ease.
She formed a quick hand-sign.
“Hyoton: Aisudomu,” she muttered.
A grin wove its way across her face as she inhaled.
Bye, bye.
Ice exploded from her mouth as air was violently dispelled from her lungs. Almost immediately, a cloud of condensation shrouded the hall, foreign, craggy shapes racing their way through the mist.
A cry of surprise echoed through the hall only to be cut short by a sickening crackling noise.
Gone.
The greenette promptly swiveled her head in the opposite direction. The grin had disappeared, a painful grimace in its place.
As she tensed her muscles, a thought fluttered through her mind.
Deidara?
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“Keh!”
Deidara gasped as another sword was driven through his gut.
Genjutsu. Genjutsu. Genjutsu.
The mantra repeated over and over in his head.
His chakra spiked as yet another weapon pierced his body.
Unconsciously, his fingers curled into sickles, through it did little good seeing as he was pinned to a wall.
“You will tell me your mission.”
The blonde bit down hard on his lip so as to drown the growing scream. A small bead of blood welled from the self-inflicted wound. Despite this, the edges of his mouth curled upward in a smirk. “Go. To. Hell.”
“You will tell me, now.”
The blonde's following scream echoed through the room.
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Kyo's eyes widened as a blood-curdling scream met her ears.
“DEIDARA!”
Chakra poured into her feet as she exploded from her perch on the ceiling, eyes darting anxiously to-and-fro as the corridors sped past.
Kuso!
She skidded to a stop, flipping herself in the opposite direction while still in mid-air, before speeding down a seemingly random corridor. The greenette's visage had dissolved into one of grim determination, devoid of expressive emotion.
Several cries of surprise ricocheted from the halls behind her.
Discovered.
Her legs dissolved into a frenzy of movement.
There.
A hiss escaped her lips as she made a sharp left, her leg fleetly kicking the wall so as change her trajectory.
How dare they.
Kyo's eyes narrowed as they locked on the single door at the end of the hallway.
They have no right.
She inhaled in mid-leap.
It's always the same.
Her golden eyes flashed with unbridled fury.
They have no right.
Fire exploded from her mouth, roaring with the shear intensity of the livid flames. As the inferno blazed against the door, melting the steel by the second, her somber expression faded into a sadistic grin
I'LL KILL THEM ALL!
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There are three things that interrogators hate. Like, really hate.
Number one: working overtime.
Number two: being interrupted during one of their 'sessions.'
And number three: having their door burned down by insane, sadistic greenette with a flair for complete and utter destruction.
Ibiki was not having a good day. First, the Hokage called him to work on his only break day during the whole month to interrogate some S-class criminal that he couldn't care less about.
Then, a giant explosion compromised the structural integrity of his interrogation room, causing several large pieces of stone to collapse in from the ceiling.
And, finally, some maniacal girl with green hair destroyed his door with a tornado of fire and then, wait for it, punched him through a wall.
Yep, definitely not having a good day.
Ibiki growled as he forced himself upright, blood already seeping down his neck.
Concussion.
His eyes widened as he registered the kick headed directly for his head.
Too late.
WHAM!!!
She casually brushed the dust off her hands as the man slammed into the ground, his face distorted in shock.
Breathing.
She turned on her heel, not even deigning to move the man's unconscious body from its crater.
Cameras.
Several kunai shot from her sleeve, puncturing the lenses that peered greedily down at her. A sound of shouting echoed from down the hall.
Reinforcements.
The greenette quickly flashed a hand-sign.
Hyoton: Aisusupaiku
The ceiling crumbled dangerously as a barrage of ice spikes jutted from every direction, effectively forming a crystalline bramble above, below, and around the room's single entrance. She grinned slightly as she appraised her work.
“And you would be?”
The greenette nearly jumped out of her skin at the resonating, surprisingly deep voice. With a small eye-roll at her own stupidity, she whirled around, not forgetting the necessary flourish. Her golden eyes sparked in recognition, before once settling into content cynicism.
“Aw, I'm hurt.” She pouted. “You don't recognize your old friend?”
Deidara sat, slightly slumped, in his chair, his gaze scanning her appraisingly. A wry smirk twisted his lips. “No. I'm afraid I don't.”
She breezed over to stand above the blonde's nearly limp form, bending down so as to whisper into his ear. She nearly spat out her next words. “How cruel, eh, baka?”
“Hey! Who you call—“ His protests were cut short, mouth still hanging open as his eyes widened.
No.
From behind him, topaz irises flashed.
It can't be.
“Ah, so you do remember.”
Kyo.
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Peace out peoplz!
KobaltWolf
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