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The vampire thing, prologue.
So I have a prologue... thing... but I havn't slept a lot so it's probably not as good as it could be. I have to concentrate harder than usual to keep track of things, so there might be mix-ups, I can't tell. x_x
Also, my inspiration might leave at any time, since I don't feel vampiry all that often (just like the cyborg fic, really. XD)
Will be itasasu.
"--So he charges into the nest, flamethrower in hand, screaming the kind of battle cry you'd expect from some kind of Viking--"
"Yeah, if the Viking had been the 'sits on his battleaxe' kind as a kid!"
"Ouch! Bad mental picture, man, very bad."
"--Haha, yeah, but anyway -- screaming to raise the dead, honest!"
There was a burst of laughter. Sasuke gave a faint snort and scanned the bar. Seven people -- five men, two women -- around the pool table, three at the bar, chatting up a thirtysomething barmaid, four old men watching the TV at the other end.
"--And then the vamp looks at him, with his little finger in the air, and he goes 'My deepest apologies for the disturbance, Mr. Hunter. I took the liberty to stake and bag your quarry. Would you care for some tea?'"
The streets outside were well-lit, even tough the sun had only disappeared behind the horizon a few minutes ago. People were still milling around; mother and toddler -- null; a pack of girls back from shopping -- null, probably null ... witch, maybe? Null, and null. An older man in pain-splattered overalls -- tired, but still kind of predatory... hm, weresomething. Wolf. "What's the stance of the top dog in here?" he inquired quietly, his eyes still on the werewolf.
Kakashi tilted his head toward him. "Fully cooperative, as far as I know...?"
Sasuke grunted and let his eyes slide away from the old wolf, resuming his little routine of "guess what's underneath."
The leader nodded. "Yeah, the alpha's not too bad, this time 'round. His people don't make waves. Why, you wanna branch out into the fur rug trade, kiddo?"
Sasuke met the older man's eyes and shook his head. "I like the night shift better. Just wondering about alliances, is all."
Green shirt chortled. "Alliances with what, big piles of dust?"
His colleague, the one with the stupid hat, elbowed him in the ribs and laughed. "Hey, you never know, they might go roll in it and try to give people allergies."
Sasuke frowned faintly. They might have missed a few hostile vampires during clean-up, but those were more than likely weaklings and cowards; no real danger. But it wasn't like vampires never traveled. "Staked vamps means power vacuums. Maybe the next one will try to make more friends before they start anything."
Stupid-hat paused, blinked, chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, we know. But no, our old furface is on the straight and narrow."
"Hm." Sasuke leaned back in his seat. If they were sure, it wasn't his problem. It wasn't his problem either way, unless Kakashi and him were called in for an emergency cleanup.
"Your apprentice's not too shabby on vamps politics, Kakashi. Did alright on the trip, too. How long you been working together?" the last of the men asked.
The question was directed at the both of them. Sasuke looked away, faintly annoyed. "A little while." Six years? Maybe seven. At least real training. He'd started on the theory and physical conditioning earlier than that. Which, considering that Sasuke was all of twenty-two, placed the first years of his apprenticeship quite far on the illegal side of things -- and considering that traveling hunters went to the hardest cases instead of sitting on their asses and waiting for something to go sour, placed his actual experience about as high, if not higher, than the men currently patronizing him.
At his side, Kakashi chuckled, and changed the conversation. Sasuke listened with one ear, keeping watch on their surroundings. The bar was usually safe, in the middle of one of the quietest areas of towns, but Kakashi had trained him to be just as paranoid as he was, and the man was better at small talk and rumor-gathering than Sasuke would ever be. His mentor would share the relevant information later, if Sasuke missed anything.
In the meantime...
Null. Null. Pickpocket -- but also null. Witch of some sort, shielded. Null. Null. Another werewolf, woman this time -- the pack probably lived close by. Most likely null. Irritated businessman null, making a spectacle of himself...
"--rochimaru's spreading his territory..."
Sasuke glanced back at the table. Kakashi was still smiling pleasantly, but he had burrowed into his ever-present black scarf and Sasuke couldn't see his mouth.
"Yes, we heard about that, too."
"Sorry, we got nothing but rumors, like everyone else."
"Nasty piece of work, that one. I tell you, you might be great hunters, but that one eats hunters for dessert every fucking day." Green shirt gave a nervous laugh. "Don't go and attract his attention half-cocked, or you'll probably get disappeared."
Sasuke clenched his jaw. Backwater hunters, warning them about attracting Orochimaru's attention. Bit late for that. Thanks for nothing.
"Oh, what the fuck, with a little luck he'll bite off more than he can chew one of these days."
"I hear he can chew a hell of a damn lot," Sasuke muttered, making the men bark out a brief laugh.
"The other guy doesn't need to be more powerful. He just needs to get him by surprise," Stupid-hat intoned wisely. The other men started laughing; Kakashi even offered a dry chuckle. "Hey! It could happen!"
"Yeah right, could happen my ass, I hear the guy's ancient."
"Yeah, but the master of Tanzaku Gai is a tricky bastard."
Kakashi made a curious sound. "Who's that again? Danzou, right?"
Stupid-hat shook his head. "Nah, apparently he was killed off a few months back. I hear no one's really sure where the new master is coming from, but he's holding the city tight so far, and you probably heard what kind of minefield the area is, usually."
Sasuke's hand fisted in his lap. He wanted out of there, out of the bar, back on the road. Yes, he'd heard.
Null, more null than not, null -- the pickpocket again. Perhaps Sasuke could do a citizen's arrest.
"Got an ID?" Kakashi inquired. His hand was on Sasuke's sleeve, casual, unnoticeable. Sasuke leaned back in his seat and fumed in silence.
The leader shook his head. "Sorry. Not even a picture. It's need to know, and it's not our jurisdiction."
"Ah, it's alright," Kakashi replied genially. "We're not going that way anyway."
"But I hear he's got red eyes, and two scars on his face, like that..."
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Kakashi watched him leave in the morning, perched on the hotel room's fire escape as Sasuke waited for his cab down below. The man's shoulders were unusually slumped, and even his nose had disappeared behind the scarf, but he never made a move to stop Sasuke, and that was all Sasuke cared about.
Also, my inspiration might leave at any time, since I don't feel vampiry all that often (just like the cyborg fic, really. XD)
Will be itasasu.
"--So he charges into the nest, flamethrower in hand, screaming the kind of battle cry you'd expect from some kind of Viking--"
"Yeah, if the Viking had been the 'sits on his battleaxe' kind as a kid!"
"Ouch! Bad mental picture, man, very bad."
"--Haha, yeah, but anyway -- screaming to raise the dead, honest!"
There was a burst of laughter. Sasuke gave a faint snort and scanned the bar. Seven people -- five men, two women -- around the pool table, three at the bar, chatting up a thirtysomething barmaid, four old men watching the TV at the other end.
"--And then the vamp looks at him, with his little finger in the air, and he goes 'My deepest apologies for the disturbance, Mr. Hunter. I took the liberty to stake and bag your quarry. Would you care for some tea?'"
The streets outside were well-lit, even tough the sun had only disappeared behind the horizon a few minutes ago. People were still milling around; mother and toddler -- null; a pack of girls back from shopping -- null, probably null ... witch, maybe? Null, and null. An older man in pain-splattered overalls -- tired, but still kind of predatory... hm, weresomething. Wolf. "What's the stance of the top dog in here?" he inquired quietly, his eyes still on the werewolf.
Kakashi tilted his head toward him. "Fully cooperative, as far as I know...?"
Sasuke grunted and let his eyes slide away from the old wolf, resuming his little routine of "guess what's underneath."
The leader nodded. "Yeah, the alpha's not too bad, this time 'round. His people don't make waves. Why, you wanna branch out into the fur rug trade, kiddo?"
Sasuke met the older man's eyes and shook his head. "I like the night shift better. Just wondering about alliances, is all."
Green shirt chortled. "Alliances with what, big piles of dust?"
His colleague, the one with the stupid hat, elbowed him in the ribs and laughed. "Hey, you never know, they might go roll in it and try to give people allergies."
Sasuke frowned faintly. They might have missed a few hostile vampires during clean-up, but those were more than likely weaklings and cowards; no real danger. But it wasn't like vampires never traveled. "Staked vamps means power vacuums. Maybe the next one will try to make more friends before they start anything."
Stupid-hat paused, blinked, chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, we know. But no, our old furface is on the straight and narrow."
"Hm." Sasuke leaned back in his seat. If they were sure, it wasn't his problem. It wasn't his problem either way, unless Kakashi and him were called in for an emergency cleanup.
"Your apprentice's not too shabby on vamps politics, Kakashi. Did alright on the trip, too. How long you been working together?" the last of the men asked.
The question was directed at the both of them. Sasuke looked away, faintly annoyed. "A little while." Six years? Maybe seven. At least real training. He'd started on the theory and physical conditioning earlier than that. Which, considering that Sasuke was all of twenty-two, placed the first years of his apprenticeship quite far on the illegal side of things -- and considering that traveling hunters went to the hardest cases instead of sitting on their asses and waiting for something to go sour, placed his actual experience about as high, if not higher, than the men currently patronizing him.
At his side, Kakashi chuckled, and changed the conversation. Sasuke listened with one ear, keeping watch on their surroundings. The bar was usually safe, in the middle of one of the quietest areas of towns, but Kakashi had trained him to be just as paranoid as he was, and the man was better at small talk and rumor-gathering than Sasuke would ever be. His mentor would share the relevant information later, if Sasuke missed anything.
In the meantime...
Null. Null. Pickpocket -- but also null. Witch of some sort, shielded. Null. Null. Another werewolf, woman this time -- the pack probably lived close by. Most likely null. Irritated businessman null, making a spectacle of himself...
"--rochimaru's spreading his territory..."
Sasuke glanced back at the table. Kakashi was still smiling pleasantly, but he had burrowed into his ever-present black scarf and Sasuke couldn't see his mouth.
"Yes, we heard about that, too."
"Sorry, we got nothing but rumors, like everyone else."
"Nasty piece of work, that one. I tell you, you might be great hunters, but that one eats hunters for dessert every fucking day." Green shirt gave a nervous laugh. "Don't go and attract his attention half-cocked, or you'll probably get disappeared."
Sasuke clenched his jaw. Backwater hunters, warning them about attracting Orochimaru's attention. Bit late for that. Thanks for nothing.
"Oh, what the fuck, with a little luck he'll bite off more than he can chew one of these days."
"I hear he can chew a hell of a damn lot," Sasuke muttered, making the men bark out a brief laugh.
"The other guy doesn't need to be more powerful. He just needs to get him by surprise," Stupid-hat intoned wisely. The other men started laughing; Kakashi even offered a dry chuckle. "Hey! It could happen!"
"Yeah right, could happen my ass, I hear the guy's ancient."
"Yeah, but the master of Tanzaku Gai is a tricky bastard."
Kakashi made a curious sound. "Who's that again? Danzou, right?"
Stupid-hat shook his head. "Nah, apparently he was killed off a few months back. I hear no one's really sure where the new master is coming from, but he's holding the city tight so far, and you probably heard what kind of minefield the area is, usually."
Sasuke's hand fisted in his lap. He wanted out of there, out of the bar, back on the road. Yes, he'd heard.
Null, more null than not, null -- the pickpocket again. Perhaps Sasuke could do a citizen's arrest.
"Got an ID?" Kakashi inquired. His hand was on Sasuke's sleeve, casual, unnoticeable. Sasuke leaned back in his seat and fumed in silence.
The leader shook his head. "Sorry. Not even a picture. It's need to know, and it's not our jurisdiction."
"Ah, it's alright," Kakashi replied genially. "We're not going that way anyway."
"But I hear he's got red eyes, and two scars on his face, like that..."
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Kakashi watched him leave in the morning, perched on the hotel room's fire escape as Sasuke waited for his cab down below. The man's shoulders were unusually slumped, and even his nose had disappeared behind the scarf, but he never made a move to stop Sasuke, and that was all Sasuke cared about.
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*cough*
Otherwise, nice so far.
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This should be fun...
First bit of dialogue was rather amusing, actually. A Viking sitting on his own axe. If you just changed Viking to Spartan and add in the movie "300", it makes for an interesting image. xD
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I love ItaSasu but there isn't enough GOOD ItaSasu. I thank you for this. ^-^
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One nit-picky thing: ...unless Kakashi and
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partcularly his way of catalogueing and dismssng people :)
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Sasuke's annoyed attitude is funny as hell.
The last 'scene' with Sasuke getting in the cab was a pretty doomy cliffhanger.
No nitpicking to be done here.
+J+
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*friends*
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The Hyuuga seem to be a bit on the pale side, do they not?
*is frustrated*