Yo! Long time no see, this is Sakura_Misawa bringing you the second chapter to this story. It's 6 pages long...I hope you like it.
Chapter 02: Training
A young man sits on a bed facing the window when suddenly Kabuto enters the room
“Sasuke-kun.” The boy turns his face slightly to acknowledge him. “Are you ready for your morning training?”
“Aa.”
~o~
The woman walks into the throne room and kneels before it
“You wished to speak with me, my lord?”
“Hai…Neko-san…I have another mission for you. In this one there is no need for you to use your special abilities, although…your speed will be necessary.”
“Is it another stakeout mission?”
Slight amusement, and a smirk, as deep raven hair falls slightly into a pale face. “Why no it’s more of an…information retrieval mission.”
Confused hazel eyes peer from under raven bangs. “Oh?”
A fanged smirk. “Don’t look so surprised I know this mission is beneath you but you are one of my most trusted subordinates and the most skilled to carry out this mission…you see they already know Kabuto-kun.”
“I see…” A deep bow. “When do I leave?”
~o~
Sasuke stands next to Kabuto overlooking a large arena where a small group of tough looking a large arena where a small group of laugh looking shinobi are filled in a line as if awaiting inspection.
Kabuto glances at the group before turning to Sasuke. “Pick your opponent.”
Few seconds pass before…
“You there.” He points toward the group where two well muscled shinobi stand, they step aside to make way for a very slim male with a dark appearance, and a confident stride. “I want to fight you.” The man smirked and nodded.
Worry covered Kabuto’s features at his young master’s choice as his young master’s choice as he leaned closer to him. “You want to Fight Fushigi-san?” A firm nod was his only response. “Sasuke-kun wishes to fight Fushigi-san, everyone else please leave the arena.”
As the shinobi filed out of the room Kabuto and Sasuke made their way down to the arena. “Sasuke-kun, are you sure you want to fight Fushigi-san I mean he’s - ”
“Enough!? Kabuto, I do not need you to tell me what to do, I can take care of myself.”
“Hn.” They entered the arena and made their way towards the center. Sasuke and Fushigi stood facing each other, Kabuto facing both of them. “Fighters ready…” He looks st both of them hands at the ready. “Begin.” He drops his hand.
“Sharingan.” Black eyes turn crimson
~o~
Tsunade sits behind her desk signing papers before she asks apparently to no one. “Any news on Akatsuki?”
“Nothing but the same…that they’re after Naruto…” Answers Jiraiya from his usual spot near her window, his legs propped up, his eyes closed. “Nobody has seen them, they’ve made no attacks, they have no bills, no lodging no anything…it’s as if they’ve disappeared without a trace.”
“It appears so…but you know better than that, don’t you?” She stands and walks over to stand leaning against the window frame, arms crossed.
A small smile. “Yes I do.”
A smirk. “Good.”
“Where is he?”
“Training grounds.” She moves from the window to sit at her desk once more as Jiraiya disappeared outside.
~o~
“Sharingan.” Black eyes turn crimson as Fushigi disappears in front of him. ‘What?’ Red eyes scan the room. ‘Where the hell did he go?’ He takes a kunai out of his weapons holster, twirling it by the handle, and standing at the ready arms crossed in front of his face in the defense position, the arm that holds the kunai on top, eyes still scanning the room. An attack to his gut makes him loose his breath, spit out blood and double over; this attack is followed by 5 more: face, stomach, back of neck, side, back, and Sasuke goes sliding and rolling across the arena, gathering dust and dirt along the way. Until finally stopping a few feet away.
A few minutes pass until he sits up, wincing at the pain coming from his ribs, grabbing at his side instinctively; he wipes the blood from his mouth, and with a palm on the ground he stands with difficulty. Contemplative crimson eyes scan the room for his attacker. ‘What kind of man is he? I can’t see him nor sense his chakra…either this some weird new technique or his speed is so great that even the Sharingan can’t track it…either way…’ He closes his eyes and takes a defensive stance. ‘I’ll find a way to overcome it…concentrate…concentrate…don’t lose your focus, be aware of your surroundings, wait for the right moment to strike…’ The scenery behind him shifts as if contorted, silhouetting the form of a man. ‘NOW!’ Sasuke ducks low, and with both hands on the floor for balance does a strong foot sweep, followed by a flip and a dropkick to Fushigi’s chest, afterwards doing a back flip out of grasping range. ‘I know the techniques fault…now this will be easy.’ He cuts off a piece of his kimono wrapping it around his eyes, putting away the kunai and afterwards dropping into a fighting stance.
Block, block, block, block, side kick. And an invisible figure slides across the arena as Sasuke drops to a fighting stance once more.
“Shizuka Oto no Jutsu.” Said a voice, and afterwards the room fell silent, but was soon filled with a faint screeching noise, and the grunts of pain coming from Sasuke as he covered his ears when the sound filled them; he spits out blood because of the sound waves as the torture continues. An invisible roundhouse kick to the face makes him do an aerial roll before falling to the ground face down. ‘Kuso!’ He curses mentally whilst slowly getting up slowly on hands and knees; he uncovers his eyes and wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, receives a kick to his stomach that makes him roll a few feet. A pressure in his neck that implies he is being stepped on makes him spit out blood and try to grab the invisible foot that in turn applies more pressure, suddenly he grabs the foot and twists eliciting a cry of pain from the man, and the relief of the pressure which makes him gasp for air whilst rubbing his throat, realizing his advantage he takes out a kunai and stabs it in the foot, does a back flip, lands standing, and performs a sequence of familiar seals.
“…horse, tiger…Katon Goukakyuu no Jutsu.” He sucks in air, before letting out a big fireball to the spot where his opponent should be. After the fire clears he finds that the floor is scorched, but there’s no sign of his kunai anywhere in sight, when suddenly he finds it close to his throat, another arm holding him close as Fushigi smirks next to his ear. His own hands grab the arm holding him. “So, you decided to show yourself?” He smirks. “Bad idea.” He mocks as the symbols from the cursed seal spread across his body and Fushigi fins that Sasuke’s grip on his arm has tightened considerably, making his hold falter progressively and where he is elbowed in his gut, which makes him double over, receiving a roundhouse kick in the face, knocking him back. An opportunity Sasuke takes to, after a sequence of seals, charge up Chidori, and start a full run toward Fushigi, which he pins with his attack to the nearby wall. The blue haired man raises a hand to grab the arm that has been thrusted through him only for it to drop dead halfway there as blood seeps from his mouth and lands on the exposed skin of Sasuke’s arm. After Chidori dies down Sasuke removes his hand from Fushigi’s chest; he slides down the wall until his corpse sits on the floor. As the symbols from the seal retreat to their original form, he stares down at the corpse before him, when the sound of clapping breaks him out of his thoughts, a brief glance sideways reveals Orochimaru’s form, leaned against the wall with his arms now crossed.
“Well done Sasuke-kun.” A feral smirk playing on his face revealing fangs, a tone of amusement in his voice.
A scowl. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough.”
“Hn.” Sasuke turns and walks towards the staircase a hand holding his side, a slight limp in his movement.
“Sasuke-kun allow me to treat your wounds.” Says Kabuto putting a hand on his shoulder.
“No!” He shakes the hand off. “It’s nothing…barely a scratch.”
As he took four steps away from them, he fell to his knees with a grimace of pain, Kabuto rushed to his side.
“Sasuke-kun…please…you took a hard hit to your side, you must’ve broken a few ribs or worse gotten a punctured lung, in which case we must hurry so we can stop any further damage.” He explains putting Sasuke’s arm around his neck.
~o~
Naruto is bent over hands on his knees as he gasps for breath a few feet in front of him a target hangs from a tree with a few kunai protruding from a bulls eye in its chest. Suddenly he straightens only to drop backwards into the grass as the sun shining above blinds him, he closes his eyes.
“Resting, Naruto?”
Naruto opens his eyes to reveal the shadowed figure of a robust male, he takes his right arm and puts it over his eyes to cover the sunlight and as his vision focus he finds Jiraiya standing before him with a smirk on his face. He sits up puzzled. “Eh, Ero-sennin? What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to check how my pupil’s training is coming along.”
A sigh. “Well…not as great as I thought it would be, but still fine.” Jiraiya noticed some of the bruises on his arms and frowned slightly.
“No matter Naruto, that’s another reason why I’m here, to supervise your training.” ‘In a way.’ He added mentally
Confusion laces Naruto’s voice as his face turns contemplative. “Supervise…my training? Are you sure you’re feeling well Ero-sennin?” Sligh worry laces his voice as he leans forward and touches the back of his hand to the sennin’s forehead feeling for a non-existent fever; Jiraiya’s eye twitches and Naruto opens his eyes. “Eh?”
“Baka!” Screams Jiraiya bonking Naruto in the head.
“Itai, itai.” Naruto begins nursing a growing bump on his head, Jiraiya now stands straight, back facing him, closed eye still twitching.
“I’m not sick baka, I’m being serious here.” Naruto stops nursing his head and pays attention. “I know I promised I would train you Naruto…but I’ve been busy with missions…but that is no problem now…now I will teach you everything I know…it’s just a matter of you being up to the challenge…” He turns to face him. “Are you up to the challenge Naruto?”
“Yosh!” He stands up. “ I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m always up to the challenge, and I won’t back down on my word that’s my ninja way.” He finishes with a grin, Jiraiya smirks softly.
~o~
Sasuke lay sleeping in bed his torso and right shoulder bandaged. Kabuto and Orochimaru watch him in another room from behind the large two-way mirror covering the opposite wall of the medical wing.
“Gomen nasai Orochimaru-sama…I tried to warn him…Fushigi was not only a genjutsu master, but his physical strength was overwhelming…sure he wasn’t as strong as Tsunade-hime but still…it was a wonder he didn’t get his lungs punctured with that many broken ribs.”
“Hn, stubbornness runs in the Uchiha bloodline.”
“…Anou…Orochimaru-sama…?”
“Hai, Kabuto.”
“Do you believe Sasuke-kun will cooperate when the time comes?”
A smirk. “Hn, I believe he will, he needs me to defeat Itachi-san. As long as I keep feeding him lies…” He began with a quick glance towards Sasuke, and fixing his gaze on Kabuto once more, raven hair swishing slightly. “Everything will go as planned…we have nothing to worry about.” He finished smirking showing fangs, turning and making his way down the hall. “Besides, there’s always plan B.” He called before chuckling darkly.
A gasp of recognition. “Naruto-kun.” Says Kabuto shifting his gaze to Sasuke once more, his lord’s laughter still ringing in his ears.
TBC
A/N: I try to make the plot as original as possible, but still maintaining the characters personality. Anyway, what could Jiraiya want to teach Naruto? And what part does Naruto play in Orochimaru’s plans?...Until next time! Now go comment, Ja ne!
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