Betrayal and Black nail polish
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Betrayal and Black nail polish
"Ugg..." It was truly amazing how so much distaste could be found in such a noncommittal sound.
Shikamaru was lying on his back, spread out pancake-style, warming himself on the warm, green, grass. He was so still that the sun passed him, reaching the center of the sky and moving on before he moved to scratch his nose. The sound he made. “Ugg…” was in reference to the member of the Anbu black ops which had suddenly appeared in front of him with an important message.
“Right… I’ll add ‘one secret mission’ to my to-do list.” The teen moved his head to the side so emerald tendrils of grass pressed against his cheek. “Right after I’m through here.” He closed his eyes.
“I’m afraid it’s rather urgent.” Speaking with ridiculous seriousness from behind his cat-mask, the onbu reached a ghostly hand from inside his cloak and handed Shikamaru a scroll, tightly bound and held with a black band. Shikamaru sat up, one vertebra at a time, and took it.
Slowly he slid off the band and unfurled the scroll, skimming it rapidly with his eyes. “So… what? Do I do it now?” He looked up, but the onbu had vanished as quickly as he had come. Shikamaru looked back at the piece of parchment to read it again but the words had faded off the page. It was a technique used on top secret orders for elite ninjas. It didn’t matter that he had had so little time to look it over. There had only been a single line anyway. ‘Come alone to the northern outskirts of the village to get the details for your next mission.’
Closing his eyes, Shikamaru rolled up the blank scroll and slipped it into his weapon’s pouch, fitting it among his throwing daggers and shuriken. He folded his arms and frowned, thinking. It was odd… very odd. The Anbu were professionals. They didn’t usually act as messengers to Chunine such as himself. The most probable reason he could think of for the secrecy… the only reason really…the mission had something to do with either Orochimaru or Itachi. Shikamaru opened his eyes. That had to be it.
Standing up, Shikamaru quickly flitted away. He moved as only a ninja knows how, blending into his surroundings on his way to the outskirts of the village. In minutes he had left the houses far behind him. He kept going until trees touched each other’s branches. Slipping through the woody terrain with expert ease, Shikamaru came to a field of wildflowers. There he stopped. To anyone looking, it would seem as if he had stepped from the air itself. Gazing around idly, Shikamaru wondered just how long he would have to wait for his mission. How long it would take someone else to arrive.
He didn’t have to wait long.
They came suddenly and without warning, encircling the teen like jackals. They wore black, but they definitely weren’t onbu. Shikamaru couldn’t see their faces because of the flat hats they wore at a downward tilt. Their black kimonos had images of red clouds splayed across them.
In a flash, Shikamaru turned and tried to duck between two of the figures. A hand reached out from inside the long sleeves and grabbed his arm. Eyes darting to the hand, Shikamaru had just enough time to notice that the nails were painted black before a blindfold slipped over his eyes. With veins pumped full of adrenaline, Shikamaru lashed out in the direction he expected a face to be. His fist connected with soft skin before another hand closed around his wrist, preventing any following blows. His hands were forced behind his back and Shikamaru withheld a wince as a cord was wrapped too tightly around his wrists and fingers, locking them in place.
Shikamaru’s head swung around, as if trying to look at his attackers through the blindfold. Gritting his teeth, he addressed the ground at large, speaking specifically in the direction of the one with black nails.
“Who are you?” He didn’t really expect an answer, so he was taken aback when he heard a voice answer.
“My name is Itachi.” Big surprise there. Shikamaru had been right. The mission was about Itachi… or rather, the fake mission had been given to him BY Itachi, or one of his underlings anyhow.
“What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
Shikamaru realized that his question was being thrown back at him so he fell silent. He kept expecting a blow to the back of his head to knock him out, but the minutes passed and there was nothing. Finally the silence became too heavy for him to take. “Are we just going to stand here all day?”
There was movement and whispering in low voices. Shikamaru carefully wriggled his hands behind his back but the cord was interwoven between his fingers, preventing him from any jutsu.
Then there was the sudden, shattering pain at the base of his skull that he had been expecting. Red and black streaked across the backs of his eyelids like the cloud patterns on his attacker’s clothes. ‘I hate it when I’m right.’ He thought, a second before he passed out.
Shikamaru was lying on his back, spread out pancake-style, warming himself on the warm, green, grass. He was so still that the sun passed him, reaching the center of the sky and moving on before he moved to scratch his nose. The sound he made. “Ugg…” was in reference to the member of the Anbu black ops which had suddenly appeared in front of him with an important message.
“Right… I’ll add ‘one secret mission’ to my to-do list.” The teen moved his head to the side so emerald tendrils of grass pressed against his cheek. “Right after I’m through here.” He closed his eyes.
“I’m afraid it’s rather urgent.” Speaking with ridiculous seriousness from behind his cat-mask, the onbu reached a ghostly hand from inside his cloak and handed Shikamaru a scroll, tightly bound and held with a black band. Shikamaru sat up, one vertebra at a time, and took it.
Slowly he slid off the band and unfurled the scroll, skimming it rapidly with his eyes. “So… what? Do I do it now?” He looked up, but the onbu had vanished as quickly as he had come. Shikamaru looked back at the piece of parchment to read it again but the words had faded off the page. It was a technique used on top secret orders for elite ninjas. It didn’t matter that he had had so little time to look it over. There had only been a single line anyway. ‘Come alone to the northern outskirts of the village to get the details for your next mission.’
Closing his eyes, Shikamaru rolled up the blank scroll and slipped it into his weapon’s pouch, fitting it among his throwing daggers and shuriken. He folded his arms and frowned, thinking. It was odd… very odd. The Anbu were professionals. They didn’t usually act as messengers to Chunine such as himself. The most probable reason he could think of for the secrecy… the only reason really…the mission had something to do with either Orochimaru or Itachi. Shikamaru opened his eyes. That had to be it.
Standing up, Shikamaru quickly flitted away. He moved as only a ninja knows how, blending into his surroundings on his way to the outskirts of the village. In minutes he had left the houses far behind him. He kept going until trees touched each other’s branches. Slipping through the woody terrain with expert ease, Shikamaru came to a field of wildflowers. There he stopped. To anyone looking, it would seem as if he had stepped from the air itself. Gazing around idly, Shikamaru wondered just how long he would have to wait for his mission. How long it would take someone else to arrive.
He didn’t have to wait long.
They came suddenly and without warning, encircling the teen like jackals. They wore black, but they definitely weren’t onbu. Shikamaru couldn’t see their faces because of the flat hats they wore at a downward tilt. Their black kimonos had images of red clouds splayed across them.
In a flash, Shikamaru turned and tried to duck between two of the figures. A hand reached out from inside the long sleeves and grabbed his arm. Eyes darting to the hand, Shikamaru had just enough time to notice that the nails were painted black before a blindfold slipped over his eyes. With veins pumped full of adrenaline, Shikamaru lashed out in the direction he expected a face to be. His fist connected with soft skin before another hand closed around his wrist, preventing any following blows. His hands were forced behind his back and Shikamaru withheld a wince as a cord was wrapped too tightly around his wrists and fingers, locking them in place.
Shikamaru’s head swung around, as if trying to look at his attackers through the blindfold. Gritting his teeth, he addressed the ground at large, speaking specifically in the direction of the one with black nails.
“Who are you?” He didn’t really expect an answer, so he was taken aback when he heard a voice answer.
“My name is Itachi.” Big surprise there. Shikamaru had been right. The mission was about Itachi… or rather, the fake mission had been given to him BY Itachi, or one of his underlings anyhow.
“What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
Shikamaru realized that his question was being thrown back at him so he fell silent. He kept expecting a blow to the back of his head to knock him out, but the minutes passed and there was nothing. Finally the silence became too heavy for him to take. “Are we just going to stand here all day?”
There was movement and whispering in low voices. Shikamaru carefully wriggled his hands behind his back but the cord was interwoven between his fingers, preventing him from any jutsu.
Then there was the sudden, shattering pain at the base of his skull that he had been expecting. Red and black streaked across the backs of his eyelids like the cloud patterns on his attacker’s clothes. ‘I hate it when I’m right.’ He thought, a second before he passed out.