Snippet #2119088

The sound of rushing water was all he could hear. Not, that was a lie. There were footsteps, too, hidden behind the noise of the ocean waves crashing against shore. Takami stood up from his place, leaning against the rocks, hidden in the shadows. The light of the moon cast harsh shadows on his pale face, twisting his features into grotesque shapes.

"I knew you would be coming," he stated emotionlessly, his voice oddly soft. He didn't have a feminine voice, per se, but it was not particularly masculine either. 'Androgynous' would probably be a good word to use when describing it. "What is my missing, Lord Tenth?"

A man stepped forward into the light. He was tall, like Takami, but far skinnier, and a good deal older. He was wearing long robes and a hat proclaiming who he was: the tenth Mizukage. "Hiding on your own again, I see. How did you know I was coming?"

Takami's simple response was, "Mirrors."

This response would have made no sense to most people, but the Mizukage wasn't 'most people', and therefore knew of Takami's Kekkei Genkai: Ice release. "Using your demonic mirrors again, I see. You probably know why I am here as well, then."

A curt nod was the only response Takami gave.

"You know your mission, then, so go carry it out. The ninja who stole the scrolls you must retrive was reported to be heading to Konoha. Get those scrolls back at all costs. If required, use lethal force." Suddenly, the Mizukage gave a curious croaking sound, five red spots appearing on his chest, followed by the metal tips of a clawed hand.

Takami immediately reached for his weapons, intending to pull his claw arm on, only to find it wasn't there. "Curses," he spat under his, pullibg a kunai knife out of his belt, holding it up high, in an on-guard position. The Mizukage slowly toppled forward, the clawed glove sticking out from his back. There was no sign of his murderer.

Suddenly, the sky light up red and white as the rocks all around him exploded. Frantic shouts rose through the air, and Takami realised shinobi from the village were coming. He had no clue what to do! His body was paralyzed in shocked.

Only as the first shinobi appeared and gave him horrified looks did Takami realise what this situation looked like. He pulled the clawed glove out of the Mizukage's back, sliding it on over his arm, just as the first waves of warriors attacked him.

Takami fought like a demon, but not because he wanted to. The shinobi he was fighting were people he respected and was fond of. While they didn't like him, he liked them, and therefore would never willingly hurt them. Now, these shinobi saw him as the culprit for the kage's death, and he had to kill them just to survive.

Soon, the ground was littered with the bodies of dead and dying shinobi. Already, Takami heard footsteps of more reinforcements. He had to disappear. Quickly, he stooped down by the kage's body, kneeling down and gently rolling him over, placing his hat on his chest, before he stood up.

By the time the next group of shinobi had arrived, Takami had already disappeared, running for his life. He had no clue where to go, and decided to head for the one place where he might find people willing to protect him: the village hidden in leaves.