Changing Tides Prologue Revised Version.
Here is the new version of Changing Tides.
Changing Tides
Prologue
“Who is he?”
“I have no idea. Koga’s team brought him in.”
“We shouldn’t be treating him then!”
“He’s sick and his pulse is weak, why won’t we?”
“What if he’s from another country?”
“What if he isn’t from another country and he’s one of our own?”
“Have you seen him before?”
“No, have you?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be asking you, now would I?”
“Is there any identification on him at all?”
“No, he was brought in just like this.”
“Well he’s not an Anbu, he doesn’t have the tattoo.”
“That’s good. Then we won’t have much of a threat to deal with if he wakes up.”
“What if he’s a Jounin?”
“We can keep him sedated until we find out who he is.”
“I guess.”
“Wait! Where are you going?”
“I’m going to get the things we need to do his blood work.”
“Why?”
“Check out that wound on his right arm. It’s infected. He might have been poisoned.”
“So are you thinking of treating him?”
“We can get him to perfect health, then sedate him till the village figures out what it wants to do.”
“I guess that will work.”
“What’s the worst that can happen by us treating him anyway?”
A year later…
One word flashed through the ninja’s mind as he began his journey from the land of Water. Traitor. There was a traitor in the Village Hidden in Mist, and it was his duty as a ninja of Konoha to report it. A traitor that everyone knew or thought they knew so well.
The moon was full tonight and it was with this light that the ninja made his way through the forest, jumping from tree to tree and trying to be as silent as possible. It was with that light that the ninja stopped as he saw a reflection of the moon on the floor of the forest. Slowing his pace until he was a few feet in front of it, he looked down, but only saw a puddle of water that just happened to catch the light. He was sure it had to be a trap and drew out several shuriken. He saw nothing except a little blood on a nearby tree. Slowly making his way towards the tree, he pressed his fingers against the bark and felt that the blood was still damp.
The small pool of water he’d so carelessly dismissed before began to move towards the ninja, wrapping slowly around the man’s legs and around his torso. A drop on his sleeve alerted the ninja and he gazed down, noticing the stream of water that seemed to be hovering an inch away from his body. The water engulfed his arms before he could making the seals for any jutsu, and spread them out so far, he began to wince in pain. The water swirling around his legs drew them together as if he were being bound before the whole stream itself began to solidify. The ninja grunted in effort to break free of the water’s hold over him, whipping his head left and right. He could only watch in horror as the ice moved up his body. In only a few seconds, the only part left free was his head.
“What the fuck!” He yelled out, not that anyone could hear him.
A light chuckle was heard from above him.
“Didn’t they say curiosity killed the cat?” An unknown voice said.
“Who are you? Show yourself!” A soft thump as shoes met earth, and he stared at the owner of the mocking voice.
“Traitor!” The acid in his voice was easily heard and the other ninja smiled at that.
The other ninja was hidden behind a veil of his own hair. The only thing that could be seen was a scar across a tanned nose. The hair veiling his face stopped at his neck where a headband of the mist was hanging loosely atop a black fishnet shirt.
“I’m not a traitor.” The mist ninja’s voice was soft and firm at the same time.
“Yes you are! How could you betray us? A lot of people believed in you, respected you, and looked up to you. Now all you’ve done is given them someone else to hate.” The leaf ninja growled out to the mist ninja.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” The mist ninja looked up slightly, his hair moving a bit to expose a brown eye, which he used to stare at the other man. Slowly lifting his arm the light shown slightly on a transparent kunai that he held in his hand. The kunai itself seemed to be slowly emitting silver smoke as if it were made of ice.
The other man thought it best to try and change tactics since this wasn’t getting him anywhere.
“Iru-” the word was caught in his throat as the clear weapon was thrown into his neck. A splash of blood littered the forest floor a second later.
“Never call me that!” The other man lost his control and for a second, the wounded man was reminded of who he once was. The man began to walk away till he pressed a fingerless gloved hand against the tree.
“You’re the fifth person to call me that and that name means nothing to me. Nothing at all.” The hand made a fist against the trunk. “I have no memories before one year two months and twelve days ago.” At this, the Mist Ninja turned around, his face was devoid of all emotion once again. He leaned back against the tree and looked up at the moon. “A traitor is a person who consciously gives iinformation and betrays their alligance. I am a ninja of the mist and have done no such thing."
A gurgling sound came from the other man as he tried to speak. The mist ninja cocked his head to the side and smiled viciously at the Konoha shinobi.
“You won’t be able to talk anymore, nor will you be alive for more than a few minutes. You should take this time to look back on your own life and stop worrying about mine.” The mist ninja laughed softly. “By the way the name’s Aikido.” He raised his hand upward, fingers curling as they reached the top, before making a fist and dropping down to his waist. The ice trapping the other man rose before completely encasing him.
Aikido walked over to him and grinned at his own work before delivering a spinning kick to the ice, on contact it burst into millions of pieces.Turning from the scene he walked in silence, hands under his trench coat and stuffed into his pockets as he made his way back to his own hidden village.
In the moonlight among the shards of ice, the Konoha headband was still rolling before it stopped several feet from where its owner was massacred. For a few seconds the light shone on it before the metal cracked right through the center of the leaf. In the morning, this would be all that was left of this human as his body began to dissolve into the earth.
Changing Tides : Chapter 1