Delusional ~Akatsuki Story~

Chapter 8- It Was A Game

Newscast: “HE'S COMING!”

“Get ready! When the door opens, we shoot!”

CREAK

Bullets exited their chambers rapidly as loud explosions emerged from the men's guns. Bullets lodged themselves onto the walls, doors, and their enemy as his body fell to the ground with a loud thud. After a few more minutes, and shots being thrown, the men, breathing heavily, release their aching fingers from the trigger hastily.

“We did it!”

“WE DID IT!” Their joys were loud and prideful.

Little did they know that their celebratory cheers were to come to a dead end as their enemy rose to his feet again. “Well, I see that you have arrived here prepared to kill me.”

The men's grasp tightened upon their weapons as they noticed their previous bullets lodged into the flooring and not a scratch was evident on their enemy's body. They aimed, yet again, and pressured hurriedly onto their triggers.

CLINK CLINK CLINK

“Out of bullets”, their enemy spoke with severe knowledge and boredom all at once.

“But we saw you fall!” One of them spoke.

Their enemy was amused by their desperate voices. “Just because I fell does not consider me dead.”

“But the bullets hit you!” Another pointed.

Their fidgeting bodies and their terrified stares told him of their desire to escape him. “You rely far too much on your eyes and now they have fooled you. Tsk”, their enemy spoke with dissatisfaction, “You should have known that bullets aren't enough to kill me.”

“We don't need bullets! I will kill you with my fists!” Quite stubborn he was in front of his enemy, however his threat hadn't been able to leave his enemy shaken.

Instead, their enemy realized his victory from days before. He directed his sight to the mastermind of this infiltration, the wise man. “Why did you bring them to me?” He questioned him.

The wise man stood and walked to Madara's side as his body began to alter into a white creature with a fraction of a face. “You need some help operating this System”, the creature spoke to his master with respect, “I brought you some help.”

The two men who were led into this trap had their tongues tied as they gaze at their used to be leader. In defeat, their faces darkened and their teeth were grit.

“THIS WAS A TRAP!”

Their enemy took his privilege and sat before them on the kitchen counter with this belittling stare. “Which one is important and which one is a waste?” He was not prepared to lose another second on these weak beings and their pathetic attempt.

The men's bodies tensed as one of them was to be labeled as 'important' and the other 'waste'. Each of them wished to be the 'important' and wished for the other to be the 'waste'.

The white creature absorbed his used-to-be partners' faces before he spoke the final words one of them was to hear. “The kid decided to follow us.”

With that, one man fell to the ground and one man was left. “What a waste”, his enemy's words hung in the air as his young partner's body laid motionless beside him.

The last man watched in horror as his partner bled onto the ground, realizing that he didn't even see his enemy's attack. What speed!

As his enemy stood to leave, the man knew he still had to put up a fight for all the people who had placed their hopes on him. The people of the world wanted a victor and he wanted to be that victor. Without a second thought running through his mind, he ran toward his enemy with the intension of breaking his neck. Little did he know that his enemy was a master in fighting. With a swift turn, his enemy lodged his fist mercilessly into the last man's abdomen. The man fell to the ground in wails of pain as this formidable enemy began to leave once again. “Bring him”, he told the white creature as he contemplated on what to do next, “This System... I want to make it rain.”