Silver Rider | By : Trollmia Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Trollmia’s little ramblings:
This is something that began to brew in my head as I went on holiday during
midsummer. Hearing Sammy Hagar’s song: I can’t drive 55. I really don’t know
where this will go or what the pairings will be either. Right now – I just
write as it comes to me.
Silver Rider
Nobody really
knew how the legend about the Silver Rider began. But it was there one day and
it spread like wildfire. When the legend, the rumors, reached the Office of
Law, they didn’t believe it at first. They dismissed it as an urban legend
amongst the youngsters that were involved with rave parties and street racing.
The stories were
all similar. The Silver Rider appeared out of nowhere when a street race with
much money involved was being held. The silver painted car held no plates what
so ever. No name, nothing. Not even the most car-crazed person could tell what
kind of car model it was. The driver never stepped out and he collected his
prize money by just opening his back window so they could put it in the small
back seat and then he disappeared. Or more like he just
vanished. Many had tried following him but it was as if he had turned
into air and blown away. Thus he got pet names as Silver Phantom. And since he
drove so fast – he was the Silver Bullet.
It was not until
a highway patrol reported in a speeding car that matched the description of the
Silver Rider’s vehicle that the Office of Law began to suspect that there might
be some truth to the rumors after all.
The report
stated that the patrolling car had managed to get up side by side with the
silver colored car. They wanted him to pullover but all they got was someone
lowering the window and they saw a woman with mirror shades smile at them
before she stepped on the pedal and was gone in split second. “No car of today
can drive that fast,” the report stated. The officers had been baffled by the
sheer force that must be hiding under the hood of that car. An investigator had
asked how fast the car might have gone and the officers said: “We had 5
miles of free sight; it was gone in less than three seconds.” No car could
drive that fast unless it had something that nobody else had.
At first the
United States thought they were alone to have this “living urban legend”, but
reports began to come from all over the world. And it was then a pact was
formed between the largest nations of the globe. They needed to investigate
this because the technology of these drivers was beyond anything the human kind
had seen. And their base was Alamo in Nevada.
The
investigators from the states were three people.
Nara Shikamaru –
He had an IQ over 200 but lazy as they could come. But he was smart and could
calculate things in ways that very few could.
Inuzuka Kiba – A
tracker with a highly developed sense of smell. If there were the tiniest of
tracks, he could track it.
Akimichi Chouji
– He was not smart or had any special skills at all unless you counted for the
fact that he could eat fifteen bags of potato chips without vomit afterwards as
a skill. But he was a gentle giant. He had a very calming effect on people and
it was that very thing that made him part of this group plus Shikamaru refused
to work if he was not on the team.
~_~_~
“Troublesome,”
the genius stated as he leaned back against his chair and put his feet up on
his newly assigned desk. He fished up a cigarette and lit it as looked at his
friend and the tracker. He put the lighter back into his green vest as he took
a deep drag from the cigarette.
“Everything is
troublesome to you, you lazy bastard,” Kiba growled as he walked over to the
coffee-machine and served himself a cup of the black stuff. He looked as if he
just had come in from a two months vacation outdoors. His dark brown hair was
unruly and his eyes looked wild. He had two dark red, tribal markings on his
cheeks, stating that he was part of some sort of native tribe somewhere.
“Shut up,”
mumbled Shikamaru as he took another deep drag from his cigarette.
“Guys, don’t
argue, we have more important things to think about,” said the gentle Chouji.
“We will soon have our new team mates coming in here and we need to focus on
our problem.”
“Yeah, you’re
right Chouji,” said Kiba and gulped down the bitter coffee he had in his cup
before going for a refill. “So… who are they really?”
“Well, I have a
folder here that tells me a bit about them,” Chouji said.
“Start from the
top,” Shikamaru said as he killed his cigarette.
“Alright, first
there’s a person named Uzumaki Naruto. And according
to the file here – he comes from Scandinavia. He has a reputation to be a
rather loud and not so delicate figure. But he’s solved a lot of crimes by
instinct and stubbornness alone. He’s not afraid to go physical if things gets rough.”
Shikamaru
wrinkled his nose. Not his kind of type of people at all.
“Heh, sounds like a guy with humor,” Kiba said with a wide
grin.
“Your kind of
guy you mean?” Shikamaru shot back.
“Then there’s
Uchiha Sasuke. The file here states that he’s a weapons genius. He can see a
person fire a weapon and right after he can use it too.”
“Savant’s syndrome?” Shikamaru asked.
“Sa what syndrome?” Kiba
looked confused.
“Savant’s
syndrome, people with autism can sometimes develop a certain part of their
brain. There are those that can hear a symphony just once and then replay it
without faults,” Shikamaru explained with a tired look on his face.
“So we have a
retard on our group?”
“No, the Uchiha
is just special like that, otherwise he’s just like
us. Although his papers here states that’s he is a loner,” Chouji said.
“Could be a
troublemaker,” Shikamaru said.
“Indeed,” Kiba
agreed.
“We’re going to
get help from Hyuuga Neji.”
“Hyuuga? Are you sure?” Shikamaru asked.
“Yes, that’s
what the papers here says anyway,” Chouji said.
“Strange, the
Hyuuga I know are not police officers or even close.”
“That’s right.
Hyuuga Neji is the nephew of the man that owns Hyuuga Cyber Technologies. But
he’s a genius when it comes down to breakthrough technology, computers and of
course the Jyuuken, the gentle fist technique – a
form of martial art.”
“So our leaders
believe that the Silver Rider is using some form of strange technology?”
Shikamaru concluded.
“Sounds like
it,” Kiba chipped in.
“He will be
accompanied by two other people. One is very famous too. Rock
Lee, the world champion of martial arts. The only martial art he doesn’t
know is the Jyuuken. But otherwise he is a very
deadly weapon. He’s been placed on our team for protection. And so is Tenten –
another master of weapons. She can handle anything from a pencil to a fighter
plane.”
“She?? Tenten is a woman?” Kiba shot from his chair with
wide, sparkling eyes.
“Yes, Tenten is
a woman,” Chouji complied.
“Man, that’s
wonderful. I was afraid that we were going to be like the Scooby gay-squad of Mystery
or something!!!”
“Che!”
“You think with
your dick sometimes, Kiba,” Chouji laughed as he looked down into his folder
again. Then his laugh got stuck in his throat.
“Chouji? What’s the matter?” asked Shikamaru.
“Take a look for
yourself,” Chouji choked out as he handed over the
folder to the genius.
Shikamaru looked
down and saw what had made Chouji so uncomfortable.
“Fuck, you got
to be kidding me!!” Shikamaru growled.
“WHAT?!” Kiba shouted.
“I can’t believe
it but the guys upstairs have assigned the Desert Trio to our group,” Shikamaru
said as he flipped between the pages.
“The
Desert Trio? Who are
they?” Kiba was curious.
“It’s said that
they are siblings. Their origin is somewhat clouded but there are sources that
says that they come from Siberia. So troublesome, why have they been assigned
to this?” Shikamaru lit another cigarette.
“So? Tell me
about them,” Kiba demanded.
“The oldest is Temari. She has killed a lot of her targets by using razor
sharp fans. The file here also states that she’s a strategist and can easily
calculate events several steps ahead.”
“He, he, sounds
as if you would like her,” Kiba chuckled. And laughed harder when Shikamaru
made a face at him.
“Her younger
brother Kankurou often uses puppets or dolls when he’s targeting someone. He’s
very skilled when it comes down to different sorts of poison and he has worked
as a forensic detective.”
“Well, that can
come in handy, the forensic-stuff I mean,” said Kiba. “I don’t know about the
dolls though. I mean… what kind of man would play with dollies?”
“But the real
trouble-maker is the youngest of the three. Gaara.
There are those that calls him a monster because he
will not hesitate to kill. It will not matter if the target is a man, woman or
child. He kills them all. But how - nobody knows. Some targets just disappears,
others seems to have gone through a sandstorm that have blasted the skin off their
bodies. Really disturbing.
“You mean
they’ve been skinned alive?” Kiba said with a disgusted frown.
“Yes,
troublesome indeed.”
“So… is there any more crazy people that will join our force?”
Chouji asked after he had swallowed four donuts in one gulp.
“One,
Aburame Shino. A forensic detective with the hobby
entomology as a very big asset.”
“A
guy that likes the creepy crawly? Great…” Kiba shivered.
“He’s one of the
world’s leading experts on forensic science,” Shikamaru stated.
“Great, a creepy
smart-ass with a love for bugs, I feel so much better now,” Kiba growled.
“I don’t like
it,” Chouji stated after a few moments of silence.
“Neither do I,” said Shikamaru. “If we find this Silver Rider – and
capture him… We will have the worlds governments on
us. We must destroy him and his technology before any country can put their
paws on him.”
“What?” Kiba
shouted.
“We must kill
him and destroy what ever he’s using to drive that thing of his,” Shikamaru
explained.
“Or else the
world will be thrown into a new World War,” Chouji filled in.
“Exactly.”
“Fuck, that…
fuck… you think so?” Kiba asked as he scratched the back of his head.
Both Chouji and
Shikamaru nodded.
“FUCK!!”
To be continued…
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