Revelation

[size=1][color=#B2566B]Seemed a bit... short but still it gave us a good idea that the Masked Men aren't all games, well, maybe a bit more games than they let on, I suppose. Anywhozits, I must say, I'm just going bonkers over this mystery. I mean, I can't get enough of it! Kudos, kudos, and bravo! So then, we have a Red Streaked Masked Man, a Red and Silver Masked Man, and then we finally have a Cobalt Blue Masked [i]Woman[/i]. The possibilities of all of these Masked Men, Distorted Voices, and crazy killers is infinite! Who's behind all of the kills? What is their real motive? Is there ever going to be an end? Find out on the next "Mercy Killing."[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B][B]Name-[/B] Wyatt [B]Age-[/B] His age is indefinite, but he appears to be in his early twenties [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Race-[/B] Former Guardian of Light [B]Position-[/B] [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/8013/getbackers0wl.jpg]Wyatt & Mirichai[/URL]- With blonde-red hair the color of the fiery sun and dazzling blue eyes the color of the sky, Wyatt stands at the even height of 6?. His gorgeous body is marked with chiseled features and defined muscles, giving him the appearance of an actor or a well-groomed man. A tattoo of the sun is marked on his left hand, a symbol of the source from which his origin derives from, as well as a sun shaped necklace hanging from his neck, one which he never removes. [B]Personality-[/B] Like there are two sides to every story, there are two sides to Wyatt: In battle and out of battle. As a leader of the Traitors, Wyatt has a tendency to become feared and ruthless, almost menacingly unstoppable in battle. His power is feared by all and respected by many, while acknowledged by Mirichai, who is his near equal, holding out on its own even before joining forces with the descendant of Malachai. Naturally, this Traitor is quick on his feet and can slither out of any situation but never will he step away from a challenge nor will he refuse to submit to anyone. Wyatt has a fiery temperament that flares the scene around him, scorching everything with his tongue and sword, carrying with him a ruthless and merciless nature, thus dubbed as ?The Merciless Flame.? Though known as ?The Merciless Flame,? Wyatt is generally laid-back and easy going with very little worries, always with an R&R aspect of nearly everything. His other side is warmhearted and fair, compassionate to a degree and understandable. He rarely explodes and takes in everything, never taking anything seriously but making it playful. He constantly wears a maniacally cheery smile on his face which makes him indiscernible to others, having them question themselves about where to see him as a trustworthy ally or a backstabbing bastard. Only very few have been known to understand the underlying reason for Wyatt?s frozen smile, one of them being Mirichai. Wyatt is a level-headed man with a cool demeanor in times of trouble with a down-to-earth personality, but can turn within a second should the opportunity arise. [B]Weapons-[/B] Unlike Mirichai, his Dark companion, Wyatt prefers to wield a lighter weapon, preferably a rapier for its balance of eloquent grace and smooth power. It is a dance created for Wyatt and his opponent when battling with [B][URL=http://www.darksword-armory.com/images/1300_blade.jpg]Lucifer[/URL][/B], the name which it has taken for the elements from which it was created is Light but has fallen into Darkness, soaking its power just as Wyatt had. One would not wonder why Wyatt had chosen a rapier but understand that it separates the ferocity of Mirichai?s sword from the elegance of Lucifer, as well as that the Guardians of Light have strengths in speed and agility, while the Guardians of Darkness hold strengths in power and stamina. [B]Powers-[/B] Traitors carry all of the good attributes of both Light and Dark Guardians and abolish all of the flaws that the Guardians hold. Thus, as a leader of the Traitors, Wyatt is extremely dexterous in the magical and martial arts, knowing all magic and understanding all types of combat. But foremost, Wyatt is one of, if not, the best manipulator of fire and light being first a Guardian of Light. His ability to control it even in its most primitive stages and transform it to whatever he wills is extraordinary for it can consume his being. is speed, grace, and balance are all also exceptionally extraordinary adding his flawless courtship when using Lucifer. Moreover, not only is Wyatt an amazing magical artist, he is also a powerful fighter who combines many techniques to create one and even intertwines his manipulations to add confusion. Above all, Wyatt is ?the Mericless Flame? and nothing more. [B]Character Snippet-[/B] Voices trailed in the echo as it came closer to the throne room that was occupied by two small children belonging to the Guardians of the Light. One was a female with long, flowing blonde hair the color of the sun wearing a white dress with frills and decorative ornaments, while the other was a male with golden red hair the color of fire wearing white attire, and the two were playing the roles of the ancient war taught to them by their elders and teachers. [B]?Die, Guardian of Light, and taste the black darkness of my power!? ?Go back to the abyss from whence you came, evil spawn!?[/B] Innocent fun was all they brought upon, the female playing the role of the Guardian of Light while the male played the role of the first traitor of Darkness, Malachai. The two children laughed and giggled as they ran around the room fighting with make-believe swords and throwing harmless manipulated elements of light. After their fill of fun, they?d fall to the ground with panting breaths and beating hearts, looking to each other and laughing happily and with innocence flushing all about them. [CENTER]* * * * *[/CENTER] [B]?Sound the trumpets! A Guardian of Darkness has breached the Gates!?[/B] Blaring horns and alarms rang throughout the area. Children were crying, adults were carrying them away, and warriors were running to the frontlines, so to speak. Peace had never taken another step in the lives of the Guardians of both Light and Dark for so long ever since the betrayal of Malachai, a Guardian of Darkness. Every day was a battlefield of blood and anger, sweeping across the lands, taking lives with it at the end of the day. It was a never ending story that everyone dreaded, wondering when the day would come when peace would be restored. Leaping across gardens and pavement was a blur of golden red. This blur of golden red belonged to the same boy who played the role of Malachai with his friend in their younger years; this blur of golden red was the same that ran to answer the cry of his friend. This boy was now clad in armor of silver and gold, worn over a typical Light Warrior?s attire, carrying a gold broadsword created from the flames of the sun in his hand as he raced towards the cry. Shouts filled the skies, blood covered the sea, and the ebbing of the Moon challenged the surging of the Sun. As this continued on, the boy, who was now a man, flew to protect a cherished friend, someone who held his hand and protected him when the elders scolded and teachers punished and bullies pushed. He flew to guard the voice that comforted him, the arms that held him, and the eyes that looked past his flaws. He flew to provide sanctuary to the girl who was known as the Princess who became a woman who held his heart. [CENTER]* * * * *[/CENTER] But... the years before his treacherous betrayal would only be a memory of what was and not what is or will be. For now, the War between Light and Dark had subsided and remained a silent war, both watching the other in their time, waiting for a move to be made like a Rook chasing after the King in a game of chess. For now, there would be two Traitors from both sides carrying regrets that they would never wish upon anyone. For now, they would search in the rain, underneath the noisy streets, inside a sewer for the weapon that would stop all battles. For now, Wyatt would have to put aside his regretful betrayal, put aside the Princess of Light and his love for her, and concentrate on the task at hand. For now, there would be nothing but the Traitors behind him and Mirichai by his side to help him. [B]Notes/Other-[/B] Before leaving the Guardians of Light, Wyatt was the right hand man of Queen June, who is now replaced by Seraph, and has shared an intimately close relationship with her, or so it?s been said. No one truly knows what the significance of the two?s relationship, though one knows they know each other well.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]I agree with Sinistra, this chapter did go by a bit quick, but nonetheless; it?s quite the exquisite piece you?ve got here. Although, feeling a bit rushed with many things, mainly at the end, it didn?t really capture me like most of the other chapters did, but still I liked it. It?s beginning to become quite the interesting plot and who could this mysterious government agent be? Awaiting the next chapter, as always. Bring on the blood, bring on the guns, bring ?em out! *cough* I guess that?s my cue to leave.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]Power, sweet power was what Uzumaki Naruto held as he ordered his Genin to begin 50 plus push-ups. He could see the grim looks on their faces as they reluctantly fell to the ground and began their punishment. The two boys looked up only to see their female companion standing before them rolling her eyes as if to say, ?You guys are idiots.? But thus, Naruto, himself, answered that for her, or he spoke it whereas she thought it. After how many ever minutes passed, the two male Genin stood and groaned from pain and embarrassment because Meiko had watched them through their punishment. As Cell Four stood outside, Naruto looked around for the ugly mop named Poochie. He suddenly realized the dog was missing. [B]?WAAAH! Where is he?! Where?s that dog?!?[/B] Frantically, Naruto began to run and up down the entire backyard searching for the dog. He stopped in front of his students, waving his arms like a maniac, screaming, [B]?Don?t stand there! Help me find him, you idiots!?[/B] Each ran around the house, searching inside and out, in every nook and cranny, only to find that Poochie was nowhere to be found. Naruto, at this moment, was on the verge of hyperventilating and a complete freak out. His students merely looked at him with wide eyes and amazed looks, as he went about everything, searching for this dog, which he referred to as a devil dog and yet, it was nowhere in sight. Groaning, Naruto slouched and hung his hands low to the ground. He began cursing and mumbling to himself about how terrible this D Rank Mission was and what a waste of money it had become, then he began to mumble something about the dog being a demon from hell sent to waste away his training and to waste away his time. It wasn?t long until a deep growl and small running feet were heard and seen, right after its owner had caught hold of Naruto?s right butt cheek. With a dog attached to him, Naruto ran around, wailing and shouting, flailing his arms around, screaming at anything and everything. Laughter, pure and evil laughter was heard from Hart as he rolled on the floor, holding onto his stomach as his sensei ran around the backyard with a mutt stuck to him. Meiko and Keiji tried hard not to laugh but not matter how much they tried, they ended up laughing at their sensei who tried many ways to pry the dog off of him. Naruto looked up to see this and ignored the pain, knowing it would return later, and began to scold his students but Poochie had a better idea and bit him harder, this time ripping through the fabric. Everyone gasped and stopped laughing; knowing that the sound they had heard was anything but funny. Naruto slowly turned his head to see this demon dog wagging his tail with a piece of his orange pants in his mouth. Fire began to blaze in his eyes.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]A puff of smoke escaped into the air as R.J. sat the comfort of the Virus? headquarters. He seemed to pass the time by holding his smoke together with his psychic abilities, holding it together before it dispersed and transforming it into shapes and words. He sucked the last of his cigarette into his mouth and leaned forward from his relaxing position on the couch to put out the rest of it, letting smoke out from behind his lips. Now without a cigarette to keep him occupied, R.J. had become restless and wondering. Gin had not responded to his cell phone for quite some time and neither were any of the other Virus. With nothing to do, R.J. got up from the couch and grabbed his belonging, deciding to ride around until he got a call from either Gin or the others. On his way out, R.J. grabbed a pair of keys from the table as well as his pinstripe blazer and walked out to the garage. In front of him was a sleek silver Aston Martin Vanquish, one of the few valued possessions that R.J. had. When R.J. stepped into the car and turned the engine on, it began to purr, its soft churning giving a grin upon R.J.?s face. He loved the smoothness of the car and how easily it glided on the streets, even in its highest speed. Upon opening the garage door, R.J. put on black sunglasses and dashed out of the garage, making a screeching sound as he slid across the pavement. R.J. was beaming with a smile as he drove down the road, not even knowing where he was headed. As he was driving down the road, he passed by a Porsche, which was driven by a teenager, that carried three persons and behind it was an Infiniti G35, also driven by a teenager, which carried two. With one quick glance at one of the passengers, seeing that one of received a nasty cut wound on his shoulder. It wasn?t from any normal blade, there could only have been one blade that could have done that work and it belonged to... [B]?Gin.?[/B] Looking both ways, R.J. drove into the middle of the road and stopped his car, knowing that the road he was one was rarely used, which was why he drove on it so often. He stepped out and sat on top of the hood, lighting another cigarette. The teenagers gazed out of the front windows and couldn?t tell at first who the man on the car was but when he took off his sunglasses, they saw that he was another Virus. Anger boiled in the Porsche?s driver, who gripped onto the steering wheel until his knuckles seemed to turn white. Without thinking, he stepped on the gas pedal and sped towards R.J., who sat there nonchalantly. What the driver didn?t know was that R.J. created an illusion of himself and the car, while he teleported the car and himself to the other side of the intersection. Shouts came from the Porsche as it ran through the illusion, making it disappear on contact. It came to a screeching halt with the driver abruptly getting out of his car with a raging expression on his face. A fire burned within his eyes but so did fear, something that spread throughout the group. [B]?Where are you, mothafucka?!?[/B] Furiously, the driver turned looking for R.J., not knowing he was directly behind him. [B]?Where the hell are you?! Stop bein? a damn prick and show yourself!? ?I?m right here, boy.?[/B] R.J.?s voice made the driver jump. He kept an eye on the driver, who clenched his fists but knew what was happening around him. [B]?Uh-uh, I wouldn?t try that, homie. I know what you?re going to do before you do it, ya know.?[/B] Disbelieving him, Brittany took a small explosive and was ready to light it when it was taken from her hand. R.J. still had his gaze locked on Travis, the driver, whose knuckles were turning white. [B]?I think I told you, don?t try any bullshit here. So, I guess you?re the little spy?s friends, ain?t ya? Where is that little fool anyways??[/B] A car door opened and holding it for support, Mino stepped out. [B]?There he is. Ya know, I don?t know why y?all want tah do this kind of shit, but you?d better stop now before y?all get seriously hurt.?[/B] R.J. turned and put on his sunglasses, walking back towards his car. [B]?Y?all already got a taste of Gin, y?all don?t want the main course.?[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]I can see that this is far from over, considering all of the masked people running around. But I've got to say, this is getting quite interesting, I'm just shaking with anticipation. Cliffhangers, don't you just love them? You've become quite the artist with them, creating this elaborately schemed ending, just leaving us, the readers, wanting more. Like what Raiyuu said, is there more than one cult member with a shotgun or was Sandy the killer? And what about the masked people? How many are there? Are they the people who the distorted voices sent out or a different group? And Boss, who's Boss? Wait, I just realized something! Silver? You? Killer? Boss? *GASP*! By George, I think we're getting close! Rid these questions from my mind and replace them answers! I NEED ANSWERS! *cough* Anyways, can't wait.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]Bravo, bravo, Blayze. I'm astounded at this FanFic, it's really amazing, better than my FanFic XP. I can't wait for the next part, I mean I have so many questions running about like: Who's the Top Agent? Who are the shadowed people? What's the Firespark's next target? Who else could be involved in this devious scheme? Who, what, where, when, why, how? They're bombarding my every aspect of my mind! I need answers!! By the way, your choice of words is great. I don't think I've ever been able to sit and read something for this long, considering I'm really picky. Keep up the work and I'll be waiting for your next chapter.[/size][/color]

[size=1] [color=#FF8C00]Behind Naruto were the three Genin who seemed to be getting along, at least that was what appeared to Naruto since his back was facing them. The Jounin was completely overwhelmed that he and his cell were finally able to have a mission. His face glowed with anticipation and happiness, a sense of power flaring in his eyes, knowing that he would be able to direct the Genin in what they were to do. He was wholly determined to turn these Genin into the best ninja that Konoha could ever have, yet he soon realized that what they had to do involved a pet. This had triggered a memory in his mind, making him leave his joyous expression to that of remembering. [i]?Hey, didn?t Kakashi-sensei, Sasuke, Sakura, and I get a mission that involved an animal too? What was it??[/i] As Naruto looked to the ground with his around his chin and tapping his jaw, he didn?t see where he was going nor did his Cell, who was busy bickering with each other, making him run right into a pole. [i]?A-ta-ta-ta.?[/i] Naruto?s body began to slide down to the ground in the exact position he was in at that moment. [i]?Itai!?[/i] The loud thud of his collision with the pole resounded throughout the street, causing his Genin to stop their shouting and look towards Naruto, shouting ?Naruto-sensei? as they ran towards him. Once they reached him, they saw that he was lying on his back with a large red line down the middle of his face. Hart began snickering as Naruto laid there twitching while Meiko and Keiji tried to help him. As soon as he stood up, Naruto was fuming with frustration and suddenly he remembered what his mission was when he was a Genin. His chuckling caught the Genin off-guard as they stared at him, wondering what was wrong with him. The first to question this was Hart. [B]?Naruto-sensei, what?s wrong with you? First you were lying on the ground and now you?re laughing your ass off. Are you sure you?re not hurt??[/B] In response, Naruto punched him on the top of his head. Keiji stood there with a small smile and Meiko rolled her eyes at Hart. [B]?Baka. Of course, I?m hurt! Don?t you see this damned red mark?!?[/B] Rubbing the middle of his forehead, Naruto said in a fake sob, [B]?Itai!?[/B] Naruto straightened himself and turned around, only to smack himself into the pole again. Hart walked past Naruto, secretly laughing at Naruto within himself until he himself wanted to burst out laughing and at the same time, he was calling his sensei, ?Baka.? Meiko rolled her eyes and walked helped her sensei to his feet with the help of Keiji. Naruto shook his head lightly while rubbing his head and then looked to the pole. Furiously, Naruto walked on but soon stopped, seeing that they were in front of Mr. Oyichi?s house. It was a fairly average house but what the Genin and their sensei didn?t expect was what was waiting for them inside. Naruto knocked on the door and found Mr. Oyichi with Poochie in his arms, growling at Naruto. The owner beckoned the Konoha ninjas in, thanking them for coming. At first Cell 4 was giving thanks and exchanging greetings but as soon as they entered the house, their jaws fell to the ground and their eyes had widened at what was in front of them. It was as if bright colors and ostentatious décor exploded from some sort of bomb and merely scattered throughout the house. This house was nothing like anything the four had ever seen but soon enough, they were brought back to reality from the owner?s voice. [B]?Sit, sit, won?t you??[/B] Naruto and the others gathered their mouths and followed Mr. Oyichi to the living room, seating themselves on the couch and comforters. They couldn?t help but look around, considering the illustrious and color that filled the house. They restrained themselves from doing or saying anything that might?ve insulted the owner but with wide eyes, they couldn?t help but look in disbelief, never knowing a house could ever transform into something as splashy as Mr. Oyichi?s house. Once again, Cell Four?s thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Oyichi?s voice. [B]?I?m glad they sent someone out as soon as they could. My name is Mr. Oyichi and this little cutie here is Poochie.?[/B] His voice became horrifyingly the same way women spoke to babies. [B]?He?s papa?s little boy, yes he is, yes he is.?[/B] Mr. Oyichi looked to Naruto. Disgusted, Naruto stared at Mr. Oyichi as did Meiko, Hart, and Keiji who all were thinking, [i]?Is he seriously referring to that ugly mop in his arms??[/i] Naruto cleared his throat and could only see fur all around the dog, he couldn?t distinguish where his head or tail was. Everything was covered in fluff, just growling at Naruto and his Genin. [B]?It?s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Oyichi. I?m Cell Four?s Jounin, Uzumakin Naruto.?[/B] He reached out to shake hands with Mr. Oyichi but found that Poochie was at the receiving end with his mouth closed around Naruto?s hand. Mr. Oyichi chuckled at this. [B]?Oh, isn?t he just the cutest thing? He?s a bit hyperactive but, oh! He?s a darling. I don?t know if I can just part with my baby but, oh dear, I really have to.?[/B] He checked the time and saw that he was running late. [B]?I really should get going or I?ll be late. Here, take Poochie.?[/B] Mr. Oyichi handed Poochie over to Hart, who was sitting the closest and stood up rather quickly. He suddenly grabbed his belongings and ran for the door. [B]?Take care of my baby for me!?[/B] As soon as Mr. Oyichi stepped out the door, Naruto called out to him. [B]?Eh, anou, Mr. Oyichi, is there anything we need to know about your dog before you leave??[/B] Blinking a few times, Mr. Oyichi was in thought. [B]?Yes, yes!?[/B] The flamboyant man reached into his jacket and took out a piece of folded paper, handing it to Naruto. [B]?These are some things you need to know about Poochie and what he needs. I?m counting on you to take care of until I get back, Naruto-san.?[/B] He cheked his watched once more and ran down the street, waving good-bye as he did. [B]?Naruto-sensei, what do we do with him now??[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]Oh the sweet song of extermination, how lovely its melody. I commend you, as I have told you many times before. It's invigorating and a nice read, too. In fact, it just makes me want to read even more! I really can't wait for the next chapter, considering it's absolutely anticipating. It's odd, though, how the killer might not be one but a group. I completely agree with Gavin, though. You made it all seem as if the n00b killings were the work of one but then you reveal this group of distorted figures. It just makes my head spin and wonder what's going to happen next. Keep it up, Trev. (Hey, let me in on the action too! My feet have been itchin' for some kickin' XP.)[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]W00T W00t! I get a cameo in this chapter! I don't see any mistakes, unless I overlooked them, which I probably have. But the comical part that made me giggle was: [QUOTE=Athena] [b]?What where you?re flailing that thing, Rifles,?[/b] ULX scorned, rushing to his side, [b]?This isn?t recess, you know.?[/QUOTE] Sorry, it must be the large amount of sugar I had tonight that makes me so... strange. But still, RiflesAtRecess, Rifles, this isn't recess? HAHAH! Cracks me up. But I can't wait for my next appearance, I mean the next chapter XP.[/size][/color]

[I]?Sugoi! I finally get a Cell! Hey! Maybe they?ll buy me Cup Ramen! This is going to be great!?[/i] was the only thought in Naruto?s mind as he walked towards the classroom with a goofy grin plastered on his face, not realizing that the other Jounin had received their Cell, with a bowl of Cup Rmane in his hands. The Cup Ramen was one thing to smile about but the thought of having a Cell of his own was another, which made his day even better. He couldn?t stop smiling until he realized he had no idea what Genin was in his Cell. Still eating the Cup Ramen, Naruto pulled out a piece of paper from his scroll holster and reviewed the names. [B]?Uh? Tetsuni Hart, Takeuchi Meiko, Miyamoto Keiji? Two guys and a girl? Why does that sound so familiar??[/B] Shrugging it off, the happy-go-lucky Jounin walked to the classroom and opened it with Cup Ramen in his mouth. The remaining Genin turned their gaze to the bright haired Jounin and knew him to be Uzumaki Naruto, a strange and obviously nonsensical Jounin. He surveyed the room, still eating Cup Ramen, and called out the three names after finishing his last noodle. At the call of Tetsuni Hart, a playboy-like Genin walked down from his seat with an air of coquetry about him. The call of Takeuchi Meiko brought down a young girl wearing all black with wrist length metal plated gloves who seemed a bit reticent when walking towards Naruto. Thinking he had all of his Rookie Genin, Naruto turned to leave until he realized he had made a mistake when Yamanaka Ino shouted his name. [B]?Uzumaki Naruto!?[/B] With one leg in the air, Naruto?s head turned towards Ino who stood with a vein popping out of her temple and fists on her hips. [B]?Aren?t you forgetting something??[/B] Naruto stood properly and put on his thinking face, trying to think what he could possibly be forgetting and this had put Ino towards the edge, making her shout at him. [B]?Baka! Are you really that stupid?! You?re forgetting your third Genin!?[/B] Putting a hand to her face, Ino sighed. [B]?Can?t you do anything right??[/B] Still standing in front of the doorway, Naruto blinked a few times before looking at his Cell, counting to make sure that there were three, but stopping to realize there were only two. Franticly, Naruto looked around the classroom and realized that the female Genin pointed to a boy in his seat who had his head in a downward position. Naruto scratched the back of his head and called out to the boy. [B]?Oi, Miyamoto! Miyamoto Keiji, get over here! I?m not paying you to sit there!?[/B] The boy sat looking at his Jounin, a man with bright orange hair eating Cup Ramen, something he hadn?t seen before. [B]?Sir, you?re not paying me at all.?[/B] With a frustrated face, Naruto called out to the boy once more. [B]?Smartass. C?mon, let?s go. We don?t have all day.?[/B] Naruto led the three Genin onto a balcony and sat himself on the rail, overlooking his three students. He saw that Miyamoto Keiji sat next to Takeuchi Meiko, who sat in between Tetsuni Hart and Keiji. He could see that there was some tension between the two boys and realized how familiar the three before him were. [B]?Give me your name and what you?d like to accomplish,?[/B] Naruto began. [B]?And don?t make it lame!?[/B] Upon finishing, Naruto pointed to Keiji who looked up at his Jounin. [B]?Let?s start with you!?[/B]

[size=1][color=#B2566B][B]Name-[/B] Uzumaki Naruto [B]Age-[/B] 28 [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Rank-[/B] Jounin [B]Appearance-[/B] [[URL=http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8072/naruto7vm.jpg]1[/URL]] [[URL=http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/5062/naruto1bx.jpg]2[/URL]] Not much has changed in Naruto?s attire except the fact that he still wears a black shirt underneath the orange zip-up jacket and orange pants with bandages and a black band wrapped around his mid-thigh (even though the Hokage repeatedly told him that he was to wear the Konoha uniform). It is what he feels most comfortable in and it allows him to stand out, let people take notice of him. Other than that, he also has navy blue metal plated gloves, like many Chuunin and Jounin. [B]Personality-[/B] If Naruto could be summed up in one word, it would be determined. His antics, pranks, and playful nature are due to the determinations of his desire to be noticed, his stubbornness, jealousy, and masculinity are because of his want to be better than Sasuke, and nearly everything that he does is because of his determination. Because of this determination, Naruto has been able to overcome trials and hardships, learn and experience new things, and even attain newfound friends like Sasuke, Sakura, Rock Lee, and many more, especially in Kakashi Sensei, a Jounin who?s helped him develop his abilities and lead him to become a great ninja. As the years passed by, Naruto has never lost a step in his pranks and hyperactive behavior, though he has begun to use his, what seemed to be, disliked qualities and turned them into useful traits like speaking loud through opinions. Though he still may not be the brightest crayon in the box, he has become a knowledgable and intelligent man, ravenous for more knowledge, but still his hunger gets the best of him. But perhaps, the best quality about Naruto is his amazing loyalty to his friends, protecting and caring for them, as well as the want to be acknowledged by the people of Konoha, and his dream to become Hokage. [B]Equipment-[/B] Unlike the rank of a Genin, Jounins carry around three pouches located on different parts of his body. One is the scroll pouch which can be found on the right side of his waist, another is his bomb/kunai holster which holds smokeballs, exploding notes, and other various tools, and the last of the pouches is his shuriken holster which holds multiples of shuriken. [B]Main Weapon/Technique-[/B] During his Genin years, Naruto had a habit of transforming his Henge no Jutsu into that of a nude woman version of himself, which he calls Sexy no Jutsu, as well as using Kage Bunshin no Jutsu to create dozens of Sexy no Jutsu, which he ultimately calls Harem no Jutsu. Along with that, he is also talented in Ninjutsu and Taijutsu, and is known to dabble in other Jutsus as well. But his greatest accomplishments in techniques would be the Sennen Goroshi, a technique taught to him by Kakashi Sensei, and even the ability to control his Kyuubi form. When it comes to weapons, Naruto is an expert with the wakizashi he carries around. It is serrated at the tip with the symbol of Konoha engraved near the tsuba and the symbol of Kyuubi engraved at the bottom of the hilt. [B]Biography/Writing Sample-[/B] Gurgle, gurgle. The sound of a stomach growling filled the entire room and everyone looked to Naruto, knowing his hunger was the interruption of the important meeting. As a weak attempt, Naruto gave his own stern look to Konohamaru, who returned the gaze. With a sigh, Hokage spoke to Naruto, [B]?Naruto...will you just get Sasuke? You will be leaving immediately to Nami no Kuni (the Wave Country).?[/B] Smiling a goofy grin, Naruto bowed to Hokage and ran out of the doors but halfway out of the doors, he slowed down only to hear his stomach growling more. He held a frustrated face, wanting cup ramen but knew that Hokage, Kakashi Sensei, Sasuke, and Iruka Sensei would only be angry at him. Naruto stood in thought, not noticing the two running Academy Students bumped into him, pushing him to the ground. He groaned and shook his head, looking at the two students who stood up and quickly dusted themselves off, apologizing for their behavior. Naruto merely smiled and stood up, walking towards the two and ruffling their hair, telling them to be careful next time. The growling stomach had subsided and Naruto went on his way to find Sasuke. He called out his name and ran towards the empty fields. Due to his sudden starvation of his fourth meal after lunch, Naruto was slower and drained of energy. He eventually found Sasuke and with his frustrated face, he walked up and called to him. Sasuke woke up and grabbed Naruto?s extended hand but pulled him down onto the ground, chuckling as Naruto stood up and ran after the walking Sasuke. Sasuke and Naruto soon entered the village and were bombarded by young Academy students but Sasuke walked through them, while Naruto laughed with them. [B]?Hayaku, Naruto!?[/B] [B]Extra Notes-[/B] Naruto?s one and only dream, still, is to become Hokage so that people may acknowledge him. He also gained complete trust from Gamabunta and even control of Kyuubi. I?ll edit the Writing Sample/Bio if you want me to. I think I will since I don?t really like it but here?s what?s what on my part, hope it?s ok.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]Well, I hope I?m not too late for nominations. So, I?d like to nominate: [list][*][B]The OB[/B]- First and foremost, I must nominate the OtakuBoards as a whole considering that this is the place that I?ve come to know. It is the very place I can come to when times are hard and I need a place to vent, it is the place that introduced me to many different people, and it is because of this place that I?ve had the ability to perfect my writing skills, which are still in its perfecting stage. It?s also one of the longest running forums known to me and plus, without the OB, how was I able to find such great friends?[/list] [list][*][B]The Arena[/B]- This place has literally become a second home to me and it is here that I?ve met so many wonderful people such as Sakura, Corey, Retribution, my sister Annie, and many more. This place truly brings out the best in everyone?s writing skills and helps them to hone it and perfect to turn it into their own. It?s also here that I?ve had the ability to do that.[/list] [list][*][B]The OB Couples[/B]- I don?t know many couples on OB but from the few that I?ve come to know, I can see that the OB brought them together and allowed them to show their affection and true personalities, something that reality rarely does considering the narrow-minded and shallow people. But other than that, there?s nothing more considering Annie made a clear statement and was right on the dot.[/list] [list][*][B]The Writers of OB[/B]- Kudos to you all for the excellent skills that I adore you to have. Everyone is special and creative in putting their creativity into their work and inspiring others to try even without them knowing. If there?s anything about writing, it?d be to show the people the different styles each person has, which makes it all the worth while just reading it.[/list] [list][*][B]The Artists of OB[/B]- I am awed at your artistry and craft for the reason that it is something that I can never do even if I tried. There are many people in the OB that are grand artists that can whip up almost anything without thinking about it, which is why I nominate them. (Also because I envy them...)[/list] [list][*][B]The Foundation of OB[/B]- Everyone knows who I?m talking about and if they don?t, then I guess that my communication skills need some perfecting as well. But to elaborate on my nomination, I am talking about the people who help to make OB a better community, I am talking about the people who sit down and sift through the complaints, the requests, and every other thing that we can do or say. Ultimately I am talking about the staff- Raiyuu, Stuart, Dagger, Shy, Ozymandius Jones, James, and anyone else I might?ve missed. I thank you and here is your nomination.[/list] [list][*][B]The Members[/B]- And last but not least, I give a nomination to the Members. I may not know all of you, old and new, but it is my honor to give you a nomination into the Nifty Fifty of 2006. The Staff of OB may be the Foundation but they are members just like, well, everyone on OB. Cheers, Members, let?s keep this baby running.[/list][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]If I didn't know any better, I'd say this gives people a notion to stalk and really, I don't know any better. But it's nice to see who's from where and not ask so many questions without having to spam and whatnot. Great idea, by the way, I've got to admit, it helps some. Oh yeah, I added myself after Retribution told me about it. So, there's one for Oregon...and somehow I can't seem to find a way to delete the repeated phrase I put up there >_

[size=1][color=#B2566B]Oregon has despicable weather and has been at it for nearly two weeks maybe even the entire month. It's been pouring rain and more rain with the rare sunlight which would turn back to pouring rain and not to mention it being windy as ever. It nearly blew off fences and whatnot! They also say that we might get snow if the weather keeps up and that our highest for today, being 1/30/06, was about 50 degrees fahrenheit and it would only get colder. But then again, this is Oregon and Oregon has extremely crappy weather, not to mention it being an extremely boring state. I just wish that the weather would change. I love the rain, no doubt, but experiencing it for nearly sixteen years is aggravatingly annoying and if the Oregon's weather was a person, I wish I could wring it's neck. But like I said, what can you do? It's Oregon and Oregon has crappy weather.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]... ... ... Uhm....ok. Comical, strange, and just plain o_O. I must say I like it. Just imagining how the deleted players find their time to step out of their bitterness and resentful manner and approaching an interviewer who asks them questions that'll probably make them snap at any moment, reminds me of Annie and our dear brother, Gen but that's beside the point. I can't wait for Mitsurugi's interview.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]I'm speechless beyond words. I'm not sure what to say but what I'm sure is that this little snippet you gave us is something truly powerful and something that we all shouldn't think so lightly about, considering the very essence of the nature of words and racism. I can't even begin to fathom how many times people are so ignorant of the words that they use, let alone who they speak it to. And, like the others before me who posted, I am in complete agreement with what they say. Also, there's only so much that one person can let go and not be bothered with until they come to their exploding point. I can also relate because I know how even a joking word or phrase can begin to break away someone's spirit and mentality, how it can completely destroy them or even bring them to furiosity. Some might think it's a joke and laugh with the speaker, but to others it's degrading and demeaning to whoever they're talking about, which is why I try so hard not to allow myself to be like other people who just stand there and make fun or say crude things. Like I said before, this piece is powerful and I applaud your effort and skill.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566b]I've only just begun to read this and I'm hooked. I've got to say that this is an amazingly great FanFic. Well, I suppose it's the least I can say, since I don't know how to sum up the integrity of this FanFic. You're a strong writer, the way you place comic innuendos and metaphors into the writing, as well as your imagery. I can't wait for the next chapter, considering I've never seen Firefly or Serenity and it makes me want to watch it ^_^.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]SUGOIII!!! I'm glad to see that you've joined us, Trev. It seems that mystery and death is something of a theme for everyone or a lot of members who are currently writing. I'm proud to say, though, that I am absolutely ready for the next chapter. Keep up the good work. I'm anxious to read on.[/size][/color]

[size=3][center][B][U] Chapter 2- Into the Mirror[/B][/U][/size][/center] [size=1][color=#B2566B]The dome-shaped building had black and brown marbled floors, Grecian-style columns, Roman architectural modifications, and stained glass windows. There was an ancient atmosphere to the place, something of a mystery floating within it as well, while there was one mystery walked amongst the people who admired the artwork and the galleria. She was beautiful in sight and everyone who would chance their glance at her was always taken aback, no matter how often they?d glance her way. Not even the most alluring antiquities could amount to the elegance that this Femme Fatale held. Her eyes gently glided along the art that was in front of her, nothing really interesting until one particular item. This item was a [URL=http://www.faccents.com/gallery/item468.JPG]Roman Regence Period[/URL] mirror carved from giltwood and created in a triangular shape. Not only had this item sparked the Femme Fatale?s interest but it lured her into its world filled with reflections and amaze, it showed the reflection of her self. The mirror?s reflection of herself showed a tall Oracle with wavy light brown hair, a fair complexion, and eyes like the color of the sea. The air about her was filled with divinity and power but slightly shielded by a demeanor of untouchable magnificence. To add to this, the pristine white gown she wears gives an ethereal air with its sheer strapless bodice wrapped around her upper body, decorated with dazzling beads to give off a glowing appearance and the lower part a silky double layer slit a few inches above her right knee, along with a ruffle lined from her left hip to the start of her slit. The brightening reflection in the mirror comments as if to compliment the radiance she brings with herself, though the mirror itself is something of a wondrous object, a flawless beauty in her eyes. She couldn?t help but lay a hand against the mirror, gazing into its hypnotic face. It was then that she could see what was behind her, the entire time, a familiar face that she thought she had long escaped, only to be gone the moment she turned around to sift her eyes through the crowd. There was no shock or surprise but merely amaze and wonder at how he could have come upon her. A hand placed itself upon her shoulder, the scent of cologne gently lifting its way into her nose, aromatic and beautiful just the way she had remembered. [B]?Admiring yourself, again??[/B] His voice was handsome as was his features when she turned to look at him. He was the same even when she left him. [B]?Hello, Addy. It?s been long.? ?Perhaps,?[/B] she said with a polite smile on her face. [B]?Perhaps not long enough, Nathaniel.?[/B] His voice was challenged by Adelaide?s. [B]?What brings you here??[/B] Nathaniel?s hand lifted from Adelaide?s shoulder and rested at his side, with him running his hand through his hair. He saw how elegantly mesmerizing she was and still is since the two separated paths. His lips turning into a half-smile, almost grinning into a desire for Adelaide as he had in the past, a trait that kept with him even after. To Adelaide, Nathaniel would be the only man who could ever capture her eyes but she would never go back to this gorgeous man of tanned skin, golden-brown hair that looked unruly yet tamed, and sunrise eyes blended with his athletic build all worn by a dress suit of metallic blue. Even his voice was the same handsome one she heard in the past. [B]?Nothing, just business. A colleague of mine asked me to meet him here and talk business.?[/B] Her eyes suggested otherwise. He reassured her, [B]?I?m not conducting that sort of business, Addy. I haven?t for a while.?[/B] He stopped and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes. [B]?You?re even more luminous than ever. If I didn?t know any better, I would?ve sworn I was staring at an angel.? ?And you?re even more enticing than ever since we last met. I?d be careful where I place my hands, if I were you.?[/B] Their actions and words spoke the outer language of forgotten love but their eyes spoke the inner language of forbidden and unforgotten love. It was pure as daylight how the two took their own paths for the greater good of the other but showed no regret, only keeping it within themselves. At the thought of this, Adelaide could do nothing but smile and smile she did. Nathaniel following suit, seeing that her perfect gentle smile was what he wanted to see, her scent was all he wanted to smell, and her touch was the only that he wanted to feel. There was much between them that aroused many emotions but they could never let these feelings get between them for it was destined for it to be this way- separated by choice but rivaled by love. Looking back at the mirror, Adelaide cut off their gaze, remembering how she had always fallen into them. In some way she was glad to see his face, hear his voice, and feel his hand but in another way, she knew that the future held something far more dangerous than love. She merely rid this thought by looking into the mirror, watching the people behind her, looking at the glistening chandelier lights, and being awed by everything reflected in the mirror. She was, more than ever, pulled into its grasp and settled in its ever wandering world. It was at that moment she couldn?t feel the soft hands that held her. She would only turn to find herself alone, wandering if what she saw, what she felt, was anything but a dream. [I]?In my heart, I?ll always love you but there?s nothing more that we can do to keep convincing we can live our lies together.? ?In the end, it?s all we[/i] can [i]do to keep from lying.?[/I] She could hear his voice, once more, and know that he was truly there. His magic touch and words would forever be kept in memory even as she begins to hold onto reality, which came with five friends.[/size][/color] [size=1]Thanks for the comments, guys. I'll keep in mind the feedback and I hope you?ve had another good read. ^_^[/size]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]Delicious, absolutely delicious, sister dear. It's amazing how the plot thickens and suddenly there's a twist! I can't wait for the next chapter, oh how I want to know how the "cavalry" will suffice against the hordes of n00bs. The fight must go on!! ... Wait, is that even right?? o_O??[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#B2566B]I've got to say, Jamie. This is truly an amazing piece which makes me wonder why I never read it before... maybe it's because I don't normally spend my time here...^_^;;;. Anyways, this mystery you're writing is truly an anticipation and I can't wait for it to progress. In fact, I can't wait to be blown away by who the murderer is. Keep up the good work.[/size][/color]

[size=3][center][B][U]Chapter 1- Paint the Town Red[/B][/U][/size][/center] [size=1][color=#B2566B]Heels clicked against the marble floor, music sounded throughout the halls, and voices began to burst all around. All around, beautiful items encased in glass were shown to auctioneers who had an eye for any item they wished to possess. Champagnes of all kinds flowed from the champagne fountains, hor?dourves was offered, and beauty glistened in every corner of the room. There was nothing more glamorous than the sight that was set in front of the faces of those who adored such art and collections, especially when it was in the grasps of six beautiful women. Standing with a glass of champagne in hand, the six women gathered at the galleria of Christian Coste, a wealthy collector who privileged the view of his gallery of antiques and art. Some were there to buy his items, while others marveled at the sight, whereas the six women each took their path, their eyes strolling around the large room, as if they were window shopping. These six women came separated from different parts of the world but together as one into this wondrous galleria. One would never have had the chance to imagine who these five beautiful women were nor to realize what they represented. Each woman carried different attributes and traits about themselves, coming from different backgrounds and having different ethnicities, but overall they were only one. They were the Femme Fatale and no one was the wiser to know. The Femme Fatale was a notorious group that consisted of six women who were known to be all-around trouble that hadn?t been caught. They were renowned for the devious plans they deployed, but moreover, who they were. Each Femme Fatale possessed a different skill that was partial in helping the mission or job. But in no way were any two alike, which was why they made such an excellent team and made them who they were. Since each was so deviating, there would have been disputes and disagreements but in the end, they knew what was meant to be done and they would complete their objective, especially on a night in a wealthy man?s galleria. The six ladies were now taking their time and taking in the beauty in the art as well as taking mental pictures of the item that they felt called to them. Each began to slowly carry out their part of the mission, each taking a step further into the plan, and they all knew soon enough, they?d reach their goal. But there was one Femme Fatale that had caught a troubling snag in her part, interrupted by a voice that snuck up behind her. [B]?Such a beautiful piece of art, wouldn?t you say??[/B] This voice was husky but with a soft overtone, making it masculine yet gentle. The man stood beside her and began a conversation about the article the Femme Fatale took such a liking to. [B]?I found this piece in England at an auction. I was astounded by it and had to have it. It?s a Georgian but not an antique like most of the items here.?[/B] The lone Femme Fatale knew that the others were watching closely but admitted their distance, knowing that even if there were delays, they had to complete the mission. She merely answered, [B]?I believe this piece is actually a [i]Victorian[/i], not Georgian, and it is an antique. In fact, if you look closely you can see the artist?s signature at the bottom of the heart as well as the date.?[/B] Her eyes slowly gazed towards the man as her body was slightly bent towards the glass covered item. [B]?It looks to be priceless, though, to be honest,?[/B] she concluded as her eyes finally saw the entirety of the man. As the woman began to straighten, the man was about to speak as he turned his body towards her but was taken aback when he finally saw what a gorgeous creature she was. This woman had an hourglass body that was covered by a pale red v-neck evening gown that held a cream-colored face, wearing red chandelier earrings and cherry red lipstick that accentuated the beautiful eyes that seemingly matched the lipstick. Her eyes were mesmerizing, a crimson color that seemed to dance in the light like fire against the darkness. She also had hair the color of emeralds- bright, shimmering, and one-of-a-kind. The man could see this woman was an Aphrodite standing before a mere Adonis. He smiled and held out his hand in a polite manner, introducing himself, [B]?To say that this item is as beautiful as you is an overstatement. My name is Christian Coste and you must be...??[/B] A strand of emerald green hair fell down against her face. Pushing it back, the Femme Fatale replied, [B]?Lisette.?[/B] Her voice was that of a gentle song of dalliance that rose into the man?s ear. A playful smile then began to form as Lisette laid her hand atop the galleria owner?s hand, giggling as he gently kissed it. Looking around, Christian questioned Lisette, [B]?Are you here alone or with someone else??[/B] He was absolutely marveled by Lisette and thought she would be with someone, either a group of friends or even a male companion. Before Lisette could answer, the sound of five pairs of heels then came into range and Lisette turned to see her fellow Femme Fatale. [B]?Isn?t the art absolutely [i]breathtaking[/i]??[/B] They all but smiled sweetly and one tilted her head ever so slightly in a way that only Lisette could have known. She merely gave the others a smile and they headed out without her, knowing she would follow behind. [B]?Is something wrong??[/B] Christian felt a strange tension the moment the five women walked up to him and Lisette, it was strange and nerving, yet, he still was a kind gentleman to Lisette. [B]?You must stay for the auction; this Victorian Heart may be yours.?[/B] With a kind refuse and a good-bye, Lisette turned and followed after her fellow bandits, knowing that the heart would be hers either way. Her heels clicked against the floor and she knew that Christian watched after her because he could see something mysterious about the movement she made when she was with the others as well as by herself. It was as if there was something unnatural about her but what he didn?t know wouldn?t cost him his life.[/size][/color] [size=1][B]Femme Fatale[/B] actually started as a small OB Club thing-a-ma-bob but then I "forgot" about it and simply placed it in the closet. I was inspired by the movie Femme Fatale and La Femme Nikita, an old show about spies, assassins, and whatnots. I hope this goes well and you, the members of OB, like it ^_^. Oh, any comments are wanted, as this is my first stab in the dark at an OB Story. By the way, the beginning six chapters are introducing the members of the Femme Fatale. [B]EDIT #2:[/B] I'd rather keep you hidden in the dark for now about the who's who. I'll let you know after I've introduced the Femme Fatale.[/size]

[size=1][color=#6A937A]I must say, Jamie, this is absolutely spectacular. It's just a thrill to read a mystery story and then to read Annie's comedy story afterwards, give me a good laugh. Haha, anyways, I'm waiting to know who the killer is and who might get killed next. Oh this is absolutely spine-thrilling.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#7D8593]This is excellent. It's definitely a beautiful start to a new beginning. Of course, we must have the Anchormen, taking us into the world of Bikini Bandits. It's so thrilling, thought, to know that we have the Bikini Bandits back. I'm absolutely giddy...hehehe. I am ready for the humor, the entertainment, and the foul play of the Bikini Bandits ^_^.[/size][/color]