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Naruto. Never did, never will.
Yahoo! I, the great Bahamut Slayer,
finally rise up from the ashes after what I think could possibly be almost a
year since I last updated ‘The Last One’. To all you readers that don’t know
me, or who are going to read this fic, would probably have no idea who or what
I’ve written about below. So you have two options:
1.Read this and then the Last One.
Or…..
2.Read the Last One and then read this.
You choose. To all those
readers that have read, enjoyed, and sent reviews on the Last One, I’ll be
updating it again soon enough. I promise!! Promise of a life time! Though I
think I need to once again reedit and repost my previous chapters. Bwa
ha ha ha ha ha ha!!
Fuusetsu shook his head slowly, looking at the empty chairs where they
once set. A man that would somehow find himself in an organization full of
wanted S-Ranked missing-nins. Currently, he was busy with his own fellow
shinobis. No, they weren’t Akatsuki or anything.
Merely
Snow-nins.
How on earth could they
come up with these such ridiculous ideas? He couldn’t
believe himself, what he had heard, or the Snow-nins that he had known and
worked along for years.
“What’s so wrong about
that, Fuusetsu-sama? These contraptions will surely and greatly aid us in our
future battles.”
“Think of the countless
possibilities we can do if we could achieve this.”
“We will finally be
recognized as a powerful shinobi village, not some low rate mercenaries in a
frozen waste land.”
Raetsu raised his left
eyebrow when he heard this.
“All we need now is a large
investment, and that very opportunity is standing right before us!!”
“Can’t you see it? We are
shinobis! We take every chance we can get.”
“No.”
“He promised that he will
greatly reward us for our services, unlike all the payments we have ever
received. And he has shown us our possible rewards.”
“But-”
“Are all of you even
listening to yourselves? This can very well be a treachery beyond doubt. I will
not let us stoop this low.”
“Please, think about it. At
least reconsider the other options, you will be of great help to us when we
pull this off. Think what your wife-”
“No, and that’s final,”
decided Raetsu, releasing his cold aura into the air, dead serious eyes glaring
to the surrounding Snow-nins in warning.
The temperature of the room
dropped, as if someone had opened a window to let the harsh freezing winds of
the north into their warm room, and everyone knew that nothing in this world
would change his mind. He gave an exasperated sigh when he watched them all
slowly stood up, one by one, and left the room in silence. The Snow-nin leered
with venomous content at the papers that lay on the meeting table. All the
various instructions, intricate diagrams, illustrations, and well calculated
numbers that were on them. All sharing a theme, a project, something he knew
would bring nothing but trouble in the end.
Having collected the
papers, he merely held them out over the burning candle and watched as they
burn away. Each one with the project name written on top of the paper as a
title:
Chakra armor.
“It doesn’t matter if he’s
not with us. He may be the strongest out of all us, but his ninjutsus will be
nothing once we carry out our plan.” said a Snow-nin.
A young Rouga Nadare
narrowed his eyes in contempt, “But nonetheless, we’ll make him pay……”
Only several days later,
Raetsu was jumping and running as fast as his legs could carry him towards his
home. After surviving a killing attempt by his very own trusted teammates and
learning out their plans, he quickly returned home. Jumping from tree to tree,
running as fast as his legs could carry him. Panting heavily, his deep breaths
clearly seen every time he exhales into the winter shrouded land that was Snow
Country.
The only house to be
located outside the shinobi village of Hidden Snow.
His heart skipped a beat. Eyes
widened beyond disbelief when he cast his eyes over the place that he had
always called his lovely abode. All remnants of his house left to be nothing
more but ash mixed in snow, all burned down during his absence. He slowly
walked over the, as if hearing someone calling him, and came to a stop. Kneeling
down in tears, when he found the burned remains of his wife. For that brief
moment, the Snow-nin was a totally different existence.
Beyond destruction that
would leave only two Uchiha alive.
Beyond vengeance that would
consume the younger Uchiha.
He later began making his
way back to the village, knowing that they were most certainly expecting him. Probably
fully equipped with all those silly toys of theirs, thinking that he stood no
chance when he is standing up against his own entire village. At least he
didn’t have to trouble himself in searching and hunting every one of them
down….
There was no great fire
burning over the Hidden Village of the Snow, as if signaling its destruction
for wondering people to see far away. No smoke rising up to the cold chilly
air, nothing. Just the red blood soaked snow that covered all over ground and
walls that made up Hidden Snow. Fuusetsu Raetsu made his way to who would be
the last person he would kill for the day. The man that he was thought was a
dear friend after all this time, frantically backing away from what he thought
was no human.
He begged with his knees,
hand, and head o the snow. “I tried to stop them! Really! Please! I had nothing
to do with burning your house, you’ve got to believe me!”
Raetsu found it very hard
to believe any word he said, seeing as the hysterical shinobi was few clad in
strongest chakra armor designed. That and recalling the memory that he was the
very shinobi that introduced to him to such project. The soon to be Akatsuki
member kicked him ruthlessly up into the air, both hands gripping the head
hard. A burst of blinding white, though for no human to see, enveloped both
men.
A pair of shinobi boots
fell down to the ground.
Followed by small shards of
cold blue frozen skin, muscles, and ruby like specks of blood pouring down like
sand before the betrayed Snow-nin. Nothing but a skull remained in his hands,
its jaw falling down to heap below.
He knew that somewhere out
there, there were probably some weak shinobi probably not even strong enough to
even be called a Snow-nin. They were nothing but danged up wondering
mercenaries, seeking protection from who ever it was that had financed this
project. He knew that he had enough with all of this, after losing and
destroying them. He had lost a family. HIS family. His beloved wife. His
newly born daughter. The people. The land. The man walked away into the woods,
thinking that there nothing else left to take or lose but his own life.
Raetsu looked down on the
pass, a shinobi riding on a sled that was pulled by a pack of dogs away from
the burning castle that sheltered the royal Kazahana family. Messy silver hair,
barely being able to make out the scar on his left eye, and wearing the mask to
hide his face. There was Hatake Kakashi, in his ANBU gear, and apparently there
was a little girl crying out to the direction of the burning castle. Raetsu
recognized the girl, definitely the young Princess Kazahana Koyuki, after
hearing her cries again and again. He knew she was being brought to somewhere
else for her own safety, since apparently she wasn’t bound, gagged,
unconscious, or anything.
Besides, they appeared to
be escaping from what appeared to be several so called Snow-nins, probably just
some Genins not worth the time. He wouldn’t bother wit such low lives, he had
enough.
The fleeing Copy Ninja of
the Leaf disappeared with his passenger.
The last doubtful thought
of leaving this place no longer appeared to be such a bad idea to Raetsu.
Hours later, he found
himself already in a boat that was heading out towards Wave Country. He held a
miracle in his hand, something that he thought had lost when he found his house
burned down and remains of his wife…. a baby infant that was his daughter
safely in his hands. She had her father’s red hair and her mother’s hazel brown
eyes. Of course he could see his daughter’s eyes for now, she was sleeping at
the moment. Somehow, she appeared to be a symbol of the Snow-nin’s remaining
humanity.
He knew she was destined
for great things in her future.
He knew, despite experiencing
the pains and nightmare that was hell that broke his spirit, she would at least
have a better future ahead.
He wouldn’t know but only
in the time of his death, he knew she would share her life with someone that
housed the great nine tailed fox demon……
Anyways, that’s that, folks. Post a review if you want. I can’t make you
do it. It’s probably a load of rubbish, though I hope not as bad as some
200-300 words stories….He he he
he he he….Man,
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and others.