Chapter 2

Kidoumaru looked around calmly at the competition. They were a unique bunch, from all of the villages. There were few with obvious specialties, he was surprised to see, of all things, a puppeteer from Amegakure. The hopefuls were male and female alike, mostly between twelve and twenty-five. The faces betrayed a variety of emotions; fear, determination, arrogance, well-founded paranoia, hope, even hatred. Kidoumaru tried to determine who seemed most likely to attack other teams, for blood-lust as much as to achieve victory. One in particular, a cold-eyed nin from Iwa, was staring at him with un-hidden malice. Kidoumaru smirked and winked, and the Iwa-Nin shot him a look of pure murder. Kidoumaru grinned.

This guy's trouble, no doubt about it.

The Ninja approached Kidoumaru's team, and stopped inches from the Spider-Nin's face. "So, you were one of Orochimaru's elite? You don't look like much to me..."

"Being that freak's bodyguard doesn't seem as much a honor as it did then. But, if you want to try to gain a reputation by taking me down..." His eyes narrowed dangerously, "You'll find out how capable I really am."

The Nin snorted arrogantly, "Yeah, everyone knows Orochimaru's boys were freaks and losers, not to mention his personal bed-warmers..."

Kidoumaru glared at the guy, then laughed, "I've been challenged many times for my position, and won each time. It took a Hyuuga to beat me in battle, and he only barely survived. And from your Chakra, you're no match for the weakest of Orochimaru's Genin, much less the Field Leader of the Oto-Five. As for 'bed-warmers', you trash character..." He punched the man in the face, sending him sprawling, holding his broken nose, "That's none of your business."

"I'll kill you for this you freak!"

Kidoumaru simply grinned, "Try it. Give me an excuse to take you out of the game, permanently."

"Hey! You two, save the fighting for the exams!"

Kidoumaru nodded at the proctor, "Of course."

His opponent, leaning on a teammate, shot one last threat before leaving, "I'll see you in the forest, freak."

"If you want to die so badly, I'd be happy to oblige..."

"The name's Honshu, remember it!"

"I'll put it on your grave, trash."


The written test was a simple matter for Kidoumaru, even though those two twisted little Proctors, Kotetsu and Izumo were eating their lunch, loudly, as the students tried to concentrate. He noticed several students glancing at his paper, but such tactics were normal for ninja. After the written exam everyone who'd passed assembled at the edge of the Forest of Death, while friends, relatives and supporters gave encouragement or goodbye's...

"Be careful. If you die, I'll break every bone in your body..." Sakura leaned against Kidoumaru's chest as the Nara clan gathered around him, along with his fellow Oto-Nin and several friends.

"Yeah, take care of yourself, Troublesome Hard-Working Kid, I don't want to have to do all of your chores..."

As Rock Lee gave his Youthful encouragement, Kidoumaru let his eyes scan the others. Honshu and his group had made it, unfortunately for them. The puppeteer, Maki, was fawning over Kankurou, who obviously had no idea who the kid was, Hiro stood silent and emotionless, The kid's like a freakin' Uchiha!, the Oto/Rice/Whatever Nin were talking excitedly amongst each other, and Kidoumaru actually recognized a few of them now.

"Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Youthful strength! Blah, blah, blah, Lotus! Blah, blah, blah..."

"Alright, it's time!"

Everyone shut up and turned to see Kurenai,"Good luck... You'll all need it."

He noticed Honshu and his team glaring at him, but just smiled and waved.

"Okay guys, we're going into the next level, this is where the trash characters come in to take out anyone they can. Now remember the game plan?" Both boys nodded, "Then let's go."

And together they rushed off into the forest.

To Be Continued . . .