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*daggoths hand his tear straight in the chest, the seal burning into him right between his pectoral muscles and straight through the ashes that he once called a shirt. With a loud howl he ripped himself free of the firey bnds and grabbed at dag's throat his grip was icy and wicked to the touch as he started to lose feeling in his free arm. His tail snaking around the man's healthy ankle in an attempt to hold him in place. His breathw as growing heavier as he tensed up fully each muslce rigid while he struggled with the pain.*

Once Kenki's wounds had healed, the ANBU that had come to his aid oppened two satchel bags it had been carrying. From one, he produced a new fox mask, from the other, an oxygen mask with two filters and a new com-set.

Nodding, Kenki took the two masks, and the ear piece. He set the fox mask to the side of his head, and the oxygen mask over his mouth. The oxygen mask acted as a microphone aswell.


Slowly, he took long deep breathes, trying to replenish his body with fresh air, and re-oxygenate his blood. All the while, he kept a close and intent watch over the fight, as the three dots of his Sharingan revolved hastily around his iris.

As Aieta appeared in the seat opposite the nameless ANBU to Kenki's right, the opperative made a hand for the uniform katana on his back, however his fingers halted, just brushing the hilt of the sword, as Kenki raised a hand.

"Thats fine for now."

"B-but, Kenki-sensei..."

"I said. Thats fine for now."

All the while, he stared at Aieta, holding the oxygen mask with his left hand. The Sound ANBU bowed hesitantly, and vanished.

Kenki smiled under his mask.

"What do you want Aieta, come to poke me in my downtime?"

Smirking, he turned his head to watch the fight, after she removed the uniform mask and smiled at him, in such an innocent way.

"I dont know, would you?"

As he watched the fight, the hyphens(sp?) of the Sharingan in his exposed left eye slowed in they're revolution of his iris.

"Funny co-incidence. Ussualy, I wouldn't tollerate someone in my squadren, to burst out so irrationaly, like that man just did. I'll however cut him some slack. Do you know why, Hyuuga Aieta?"

"The sound spy you killed, was a good freind of his family. I could go into detail about childhood freindships and the like, but that is just a touch too dramatic I think."

As much dis-taste he expressed for over dramatizing the situation, he didn't say anything after that for a few moments, before sighing.

"I know that, Aieta. We do as we are ordered, and I dont hold a personally grudge against you. He might, but I dont."

Sighing, he turned to the Hyuuga. He knew she was from the head family, and that she was from Konoha, and knew Orochimaru-sensei. Which is exactly what made it strange, that sound would have an assignment for her assassination. He however tried not to read too much into it. Nothing good ever came, from trying to understand the reasons behind the assassination of a target. Esspecially behind one as complex as this. The fact that Orochimaru-sensei was involved, made the matter a fact, he had a history of behind under handed, and loving war between the countries.

It was so bad infact, that Kenki was barely allowed into Hidden leaf village, due to his alliance with both sound, and sand. This made matters worse. He was now despised no doubt, by the Hokage. Lord knows that Sasuke of Konoha didn't much like the mention of Kenki.

"How is it, that some complete random, has the Sharingan, and such a developed variation, at that. Kakashi-sensei is one thing, but this?!"

Those words rang in the back of his mind, as he thought back to one time he had ventured through leaf, escorting a respected lord. He hadn't met Uzumaki Naruto, the boy originally sealed with the whole Kyubi, nor the fabled Hatake Kakashi, however he did run into the legendary young survivor of the Uchiha tragedy. The young lad didn't at all approve of Kenki, having the gift of his bloodline.

His mind then completely left the matter of Aieta, and any relation to the subject. He found himself thinking over the story he had been told, by his nin sensei. His original sensei of the shinobi arts. Leader of the Kyubi faction. The one that chose Kenki, as one of the people to have a portion of the Kyubi sealed inside of him.

You were a prodigy child from day one. You could perform techniques, that were thought immposible for genins, and you were at only the level of an academy student.

They said, that his family was killed by a horde of bandits, and he was the only one to survive. He was then found later, wondering the streets. He was told, that the origin of his Sharingan, was because he was fatally injured, beyond any known method of healing amongst the medics, and so the immortality skill, 'Furou fushi no jutsu' was used to re-incarnate him, in the body of an Uchiha. There were so many gaps in the story though, so many things that he couldn't make any sense of. He couldn't remember anything before roughly the age he predicted to be 14. It was such a dramatic joke, that he tried not to think about. However, it seemed he had once again failed.

Trying to free his mind of the subject, he turned to Aieta, and for the moment, forgot he was assigned to kill her.

"So, how are things in Konoha? I trust the third is well, and Sasuke is as much of a handful as ever."

*Dagoth gripped into tears arms just as hard as it was around his neck, foolish dag thought to get caught in such away. It mattered not he could just up the heat and hope he could out last him or.....he began to visabley laugh at tear the madness creeping up his eyes. The beast within pounding against the lens' of dagoth eyes edging him on, he didnt know why suddenly he really hated lycans or why he was this determined.

Dagoths fingers twiched visibly as dagoth went right down to basics potentence, the unholy strength this would grant dagoth would hopefully allow him dig into the thick hide of tears shoulders to get at that juicy muscle. The pressure at the back of dagoths mind was becoming unbareable again causing him to blink several times forcing the blood in his body to his arm muscles*

((Would i >_> <_<))

*Once he had left tears area the spectral flames died down the ground around them seemingly untouched, as if there was never any heat to begin with. Dagoth however hit the floor hard grunting as he bounced and slid through the rock and charge air. Digging his claws into the floor he manage to 180 turn himself around to face tear, raising himself back up to full height dagoth snarled back at the ycan before him. He would taste more of his blood and then when tear was battered and beaten dagoth fully planned on striping his soul out slowly with as much pain as possible.*

D-Dash

*Dagoth tore through the earth at tear he couldnt afford to gve him anytime to recover or launch an attack first, least with this technique the distance woudnt be a problem. He was still using his clan skills this gave dagoth and idea he lept into the floor directly into the line of the sun. This would he hoped give him the few seconds needed to change direction and bring down a world of pain on tear.*

HELLZONE HAMMER!

*Dropping down from tear right dagoth came a super speed his forarm burning red and blue fire, aiming straight for the area between tears neck and shoulder. The idea was to transfer all the energy from the attack into tear and over load his nerves, shut him down and win the fight*