Chapter 12

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I hear a noise in the bush, and my eyes narrow. I draw a senbon and throw it. Sakura tries to hit me, yelling about recklessly throwing sharp weapons around, but I catch her in a headlock and send her to the ground.

I walk over to where I had thrown my senbon, and right underneath it was a little bunny rabbit. It was young, and white.

Wait.... White??

It's summer....it should be brown.

And white rabbits are commonly used as.... A decoy.

"Everyone, duck!" Me and Kakashi shout, kakashi pushing tazuna and Sasuke down, whilst I rugby tackle sakura to the floor.

A giant sword flies right over our heads, and sticks into a tree. A man lands on top. I recognise him instantly. Zabuza momochi.

I draw my sword and hold it up. I walk forward a few steps, but kakashi stops me. "Kurama, don't" he warns me. I narrow my eyes but back off.

"Well, well. Zabuza momochi, demon of bloody mist. If you are my opponent..." He grabbed his headband.

"Hatake kakashi of sharingan" zabuza states, and I watch my teammates reactions.

Sasuke flinches, and sakura and tazuna just look confused, scared and maybe a bit awed.

"Everyone, stay out of this. Protect the client." It wasn't a request, more like an order.

Then kakashi lifts up his headband, revealing a spinning red eye with three pupils. The sharingan.

"Heh Heh, this truly is an honor. You know kakashi, when I was an assassin working for kirigakure,I possessed a bingo book that had quite the extensive write up on you. Kakashi, the man of a thousand teqnique...the mirror ninja..."

I smirk. Heh... Kakashi is a badass. But all this taking is boring as sin.

I step forwards. "Zabuza, you are after tazuna. As such, I will stop you..." The chakra coating my sword spiked.

Zabuza chuckled. "Big words that hold no weight. Less talk, I'm going to finish you off first"

"Kurama!" Kakashi yelled in annoyance as I chakra dash forwards, grinning under my mask.

"Oy brat, are you gonna use my chakra?" Kyuubi asked, and I nod from in my mindscape. "Just a bit, thanks"

My hair spikes up and turns blood red, and through the eye holes, my eyes gleam crimson.

Sh*t just got real.

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