Mission Objective

midnight: hey y'all, i bet you thought i was dead. HAH! i'm baaackkk, but do not fear mere mortals, for midnight is... oh wait, what?! you didn't even know i was gone? haraumph. Oh well on with the story, wait who reads this stuff newayz,, damn, i'm talking to myself AGAIN!!


Mission Objective: Retreaval

He was in the cover of night, no one could see him, not even those who were looking for him. He stood on the branch repeating his strategy for obtaining his goal over and over in his mind. Finding no flaws and seeing that the moment was right when one of the guards turned his head to the side to light a cigarette, oh how he longed for one now, his plan was set in motion. A kunai to the neck sent the indulgent ninja to the ground and to his death, the other guard turned his head to see what the commotion was and was struck in the same area as his dead commrade. Both guards were on the ground, motionless and letting their crimson life flow forcefully from the pumping artery.

The attacker, dressed in simple ANBU attair, dropped from the branch and ran, quietly to the entrance of the underground building desguised as a shack. Really though, what type of shack would need rotating shifts of guards. He stopped in the entrance and looked down the short hall, strategically making his way to the corner to look for anyone comming up the stairs. Seeing none, his shoes made feint tapping sounds when they touched the concrete stairs, down, down, down, he went. Darkness swollowed him in the cold shaft as he declined, one, two, five meters before he was three steps away from the pooling light at the end of the stairs. Where it seemed as an open room was waiting for his appearance when he saw a foot step on the brim of the dirty yellow light. A clogged foot, not a ninja by way of foot apparel but the rest of the body came into view to show that this person, whose gender was undecideable at the moment, carried two swords on their back and was looking at a peice of parchment.

The person looked up when he thought he heard some movement from the stairs and took a large step to leave the light and begin up the stairs. A strangled grunt and splashing liquid was there for anyone to hear. He was in luck that he waited for the man to come up the stairs and out of the light, no telling who would've seen that. Trying to make his eyes adjust to the darkness past the light, he looked to the right to see a long tunnel with additional lights and to the left an exit that by the position of shadows meant that that was another well of stairs. He didn't need anymore stairs, he needed to go down the hall. He heard several pairs of feet comming from said hall. Taking off in a dead sprint he withdrew his katana from his back and jumped up against the left side of the wall, to the right and in midair, crouched for the kill.

Caught off guard two of the five victims fell with their heads shortly following. One of the others withdrew their kunai's and prepared to attack, he lost his arm, then his life. The last two had more time to react and threw three stars each. The attacker had ample time to block the weapons and attack with a foul force of training strength. The first was taken down with an easy stroke of steel, while the other was going through the motions to perform a wickedly rough wind attack. Knowing this, he, the brown haired attacker performed a simple but fierce penetrating fire attack. The wind fed the fire and when the wind died out, the fire took over most of the hall and set the opposing shinobi on fire. Taking his katana he silenced the screams that was sure to alert the others that he was there. He sprited off again. Left, right, slice, block, block, thrust, jump, duck. He must've met ten others before comming to an unguarded door. He smirked behind his mask and calmly, collectively opened the wooden door. He stood in the dim light, tall and built, his pineapple hair giving an air of wonton mystery and appraisal. His slightly wide chest was chisled all the way to his six pack abs, which then gave way to a slim, unmature looking waist. His adrenaline-fed erection buldged from his tight black pants. His arms were like a young oak, slim yet long to the look, but peal away the bark and your met with unmatched strength. His face, or what you could see, held a chisled jaw and deep, desperate, calculating pools of chocolate brown eyes.

"Where is he." he asked quietly, his voice constricted and forced all warmth out of his voice and only cold words drifted in the equally cold air. When he was met with silence, he revealed his blood drenched hand clutching a deadly peice of steel. No particular design made up this katana. A smooth black wood handle and the colorless steel blade was the only design with a deadly intention. "Short, blond, blue eyes, loud. Where is he?"

He was about to attack without killing, only to take the people present and interrogate them. He had someone to find, something to ask, and if he wasn't going to get a straight answer from these two, than that was more time wasted.

"H-he's gone, moved to the next location which he doesn't tell us until a week from now, for security reasons." the man had spoke, in fear of his life. Infact, both seemed somewhat shooken up and defying in the same. When the chocolate haired man thought about it, his other victims held the same thing in their eyes. He came to the conclusion that they didn't like him. "But there's a prisoner here. Second room down the hall he'll be able to tell you. That's where HE goes all the time."

". . . Thanks. . ." they were dead. An easy task for him nowadays.

Down the dingy hall, he met no one else. He heard a shuffling of feet behind the second door, maybe he had heard him comming. For according to Kakashi, he shouldn't be able to seen now. Regardless, when he opened up the thick sealed door, he met a pair of blank red eyes. Pupiless, with their trademark dots gone as well, the whites had broken blood vessels to make it seem as if they bled continuously to make up a persons regular eye color.

"Uchiha..." he searched for this unfortunate man's name and came up with ". . .Itachi." The man's long black hair looked ratted with peices of it turning to dredlocks. His once beautiful face was menicingly twisted with scars and bruises. "Come with me." was his only command.

The disfortunate Uchiha made his way across the floor. The assasin turned captor noticed that Naruto was right, only the near deseased clan could make anything look aristotic. Itachi, now broken of his pride held out his hand in assistance, the man reached out and placed the dirty hand on his shoulder and led him out of his prison. Down the wet hall, up the bloodied stairs and outside to the rain.

Sighing in resignation and accomplishment, the shinobi tilted his head back, mask finally sliding off to be caught his a bloodied hand to reveal a handsome face with a mysterious scar across his nose, spreading to the middle of each cheekbone.

"Who are you?" the prisoner asked.

"Captain! All survivors that had came out the building were killed, awaiting further orders, sir!"

"Good job Kiba, make sure Akamaru keeps following the scent, but I fear he'll lose it now." the captain said, he turned to the person he had just led out of the small building to which will be the dead bodies burning furnace and said, "my name is Umino Iruka."

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Well, was it who you think it was? I'm telling ya Iruka as a cold assasinator is pretty intrigueing. Of course in my original idead he was taught, by someone who will remain nameless as of now. ^_^ There was also supposed to be a prologue and now i'm not sure if i want to make this a sequal, explaining how our dear beloved sensei became a killer.

Also, my partner in crime, aka roomie, pointed out that people can be murderers by intent and killers by accident, and since Iruka was ordered to kill those opposing him it was not his own intent so he can't be a murderer right?

midnight: Iruka! Your innocence still burns like the light of the sun, go forth into your prime time of youth!

Iruka: I'm soo depressed now. harumph.

Itachi: don't worry, I think she has more comming... Of course you people have reviews to write first.

Iruka: MORE TO COME!! WHAT THE "h"!

midnight: *sweatdrops then runs in fear* But please reveeeiiwww.

Iruka: YOU FREAKING R-TARD! Come back here and fight like a girl!