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Kurenai sighed. She had finally given up on her qualm against the festival and decided to go. Not that it really eased anything. But why the hell not? Was there really something to be afraid of or was she just being obnoxiously paranoid?
In any case, she was there and it was a bit late to chicken out. In all do honesty, she wasn't enjoying it. As ( Read more... )
Before long one of the buildings right behind Asuma brust outward in a huge eruption of fire. Bodies, tables, chairs, plates and the like exploded out of the building. The force of the blast was enough to send Asuma spralling head over heels landing on his knees, skiding to a stop in the dirt. He whiped his whole body around as fast as he could to try and find Kurenai and make sure she was alright. Nothing. Nothing but fire and dibris.
Asuma screamed at the top of his lungs, "KURENAI! KURENAI!" But to no response. He's eyes widened for a brief moment but he forced them to squint. He had to find her, she was right behind him. There was to much noise for him to hear any response from her. He figured that she didn't hear him either.
Asuma was torn now. He knew that he needed to regroup with the others to make a counter-attack, but he couldn't just leave Kurenai. He loved her. No matter how much he tried to hide it he knew he did. At that moment Asuma realized the sharp pain in his right arm. He glanced down to find a piece of one of the tables sticking out of his shoulder. Blood dripping down and all. It was a bad wound. If he didn't hurry it would definetly get infected.
As Asuma looked up at the flaming wall infront of him he saw a shadow. Asuma blinked a few times rubbing his eyes with his left hand. Then he gazed again. It was real. Someone was standing on the other side of the fire. He couldn't make out who it was but he knew it was definetly human, and definetly a man. It was tall and faded. Completely black. Asuma could only make out the shapes of body and the head.
Fear ran through his mind. All he could think of to do was run. In his current condition he would be an easy target. A ninja needs two hands to use ninjutsu, not one. He would be fighting a losing battle. As he started up to make a dash for the alley way, he remembered, if I am on this side of the wall, then Kurenai had to be on the other. And that meant that who ever was standing there knows that Kurenai is there.
Asuma stood up slowly, head down, eyes shrouded in shadow. He grasped the piece of table jetting out of his shoulder and with a mighty jolt pulled it clean out and let it fall to the ground. Explosion after explosion rocketed through the air as Asuma reached behind him, his right arm still limp and unmoving, pulled out one of his chakra blades and fitted it into his hand.
Asuma flashed back to his younger years for a brief moment. Remembering the day that he went against his father, and remembering the phrase that he shouted which never seemed to leave the 3rd's mind. "When you protect something important to you, that is when a shinobi's true stregth will shine."
Asuma raised his head, raised his blade in front of his face. He knew he was badly injured. He couldn't use his right arm which meant that he couldn't complete any hands seals and therefore not allowing him to preform any ninjutsu's. But at this point he didn't care. All he cared about was Kurenai, and protecting her. She was somewhere over this wall of fire and he aimed to protect her at all costs. After all he still had one good arm, his chakra blade and his taijutsu. He was ready. And with one deep breath Asuma bolted forward and leaped over the fire, unsure of what he was about to face on the other side.
[Tag: Any member of Akatsuki or Kurenai]
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