Well, the CSI season finale is over. I feel bad for ol' Poncho...he's lucky Grissom is such a smarty pants.
As promised, here's a substancial update to the little MegaNaruto/Kabuto is...Piro?!/Mihochimaru type fic thingy.
I can't live up to the kind of drama Fred is dishing out right now...but I can certainly try `
' determined face!
Piro sat back at the counter of Megagamers, massaging his neck. The bite had healed over, but it still stung. Hayasaka had left to run errands and dutifully put Piro in charge. When he asked if she'd pick him up something to disinfect the wound, she told him to "suck it up and stop being such a wuss"
Piro: Sigh
His head felt hot and sweaty. Noticing this, Piro's mind raced frantically.
What's wrong with me?! Am I infected? Human mouths are rawling with bacteria! Could it be rabis?! Do lolita goth girls carry rabis?! I don't know....Piro's expression was one of mild pain mixed with a drawn out grimmace of discomfort. He plopped his head down on the class counter.
Piro: ahhhhh...
The glass felt cool and soothing against his hot brow.
Piro: thank goodness...for small miricles.
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His oponent dead in his sights, Tsubasa saw Miho charge him; the dark lines across her face, pulled back in a wicked smile.
Miho: You're mine!
Tsubasa breathed in deeply. He felt tension pull back on his retinas; as if someone was yanking them from the back of his skull. He felt everything slow down.
Miho's movements became laboured and forcefull. Tsubasa could see with every slow stride, her muscles straining and contracting.
The power of the Sharingan.
Tsubasa felt Miho's clenched fist tight against his palm as he deflected her blow. He brought his knee upward to counter her, anticipating feeling the give of the soft flesh of her solarplexus.
Instead, he felt white hot pain sear accross his face.
Tsubasa: Gck...n-nani?!
Miho's mouth dripped blood. Tsubasa saw her movements becoming erratic. He felt his face, his hand coming away bloody.
Amazing! While I predicted her attack and countered it, she was still able to attack me with her teeth?! She bit
me?!Miho: Confused? Your doujutsu is no match for the power of the curse seal. You may be able to read some of my movements...but not all of them.
Tsubasa released his grip on Miho's fist. Leaping backward, he found himself next to Junpei again.
Junpei: Uchiha-sama, are you alright?!
Tsubasa: Fine. Get going! Contact the rest of the high ninja council, send teams back here. ...I'll handle this...just go.
Junpei simply nodded and dissapeared. Tsubasa smiled. He admired the fact that Junpei didn't argue; he knew the severity of the situation.
Tsubasa: It seems you and I...are similarily matched in taijutsu...
Miho: So you say...
Tsubasa: Why don't we settle this the way it should be settled...with ninjutsu.
Miho smiled. The black marks on her face flickered a moment before falling motionless again.
As if on cue, both moved their hands in a series of fast paced seals.
Tsubasa: [glow=red,2,300]
Katon: Goukakyuu no jutsu![/glow]
Miho: [glow=purple,2,300]
Senai Jashuu![/glow]
Miho raised her arm in a striking manner. Snakes burst forth, twisting and writhing through the air towards Tsubasa.
The Uchiha raised his left hand to his mouth, breathed in deep, and exhaled an enormous ball of flame which engulfed the summoned snakes.
As the flames died down, Tsubasa turned to face his opponent...who wasn't there!
Tsubasa: W-where?!
He felt the words, hot against his cheek, sending an opposing chill down his spine. The voice coming from behind.
Miho: here.
Tsubasa turned, but it was too late.
Miho: [glow=purple,2,300]Satsugaite no Jutsu![/glow]
o_0 what? No more?! Awwwww....