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Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, and this makes me sad. It also means I make no money from this venture. Naruto belongs to Misashi Kishimoto. I do own Shichi, my OC!

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Authoress pre-ramble: I'm not dead yet! Things got a little rocky personally and
professionally, but I'm all set again.
I've got a great new job in a new part of FL which of course means I had
to move...again... I'll set a record for
that one of these days.

I wanted to give a
huge thank you to all of my readers and reviewers, new and old! I apologize greatly for not responding to any
reviews or emails in the last few months, but I promise I still read them all
and love you all! A obvious plug for CasaHouse's
The Code which
needs to be read and the author given cookie's in the form of reviews! I owe him that much for betaing much of my
writings and putting up with my harassment of continuing his fic...

Without further
ado...

Title: Weapon Shichi
By: GrizzlyTeddyBear
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, and this makes me
sad. It also means I make no money from
this venture. Naruto belongs to Misashi
Kishimoto. I do own Shichi, my OC!
Main Pairings: Eventual IbikixOC
Rating: M for mentioned violence & adult themes
Warning: AU, time-line? What’s that?
Also is OC-centric. Hold your
pants, all will be revealed as the story progresses.

Summary: The sole survivor of a program to create the
ultimate assassin, Shichi is sent on a mission she know will be her death, kill
the Sannin Jirayia and Tsunade of Konoha, orders from Orochimaru.

***Chapter 1***

Cigarettes. They were
the one habit she allowed herself. The
one thing they had allowed her to
diverge from her training in. Of course
by the time she decided she would keep smoking, she could take any one of them
on.

Her handlers. She
never knew who her real parents were, not that it mattered to her anyway. Years ago she decided her parents sold her to
get themselves out of poverty…something the rest of the area was still
struggling to accomplish. Her first
memory was of her training.

Training. It was all
she could really remember of her so call childhood. She ate, slept, and breathed it for as long
as she could remember. But gradually she
noticed a difference in how they treated her as she became more advanced. Their confidence in their plans soon became
her confidence, and her fear of the training techniques became their fear of
her soon unequaled abilities.

Her self reflection ended almost in sync with the end of her
long slow drag on the butt, but one last stray thought slipped through. Cigarettes.
She figured since they addicted her to the performance enhancing drug,
she could at least have an addiction she initiated. She flicked her gaze from watching her own
booted toe crush the butt into the ground back up to the handler on rotation.

That was one of their methods. Attachment was weakness. No handler was allowed to deal with her for
more than one month’s time. No one was
allowed to touch her accept with clinical hands to conduct a test with the drug
running through her system. Long ago she
learned not even to ask them their names, she thought of them as numbers now. This one was 292.

"Master Orochimaru has a new threat against him you are
to eliminate," stated 292.
"You are to assassinate the Sannin known as Jiraiya and
Tsunade. The method is up to you."

"Dismissed," replied Shichi. Accepting the mission was not a choice. She didn't see any logical reason to imply
she accepted the order that might mean her death, just that she would obey
it. The legend of the Sannin was not
something she was ignorant of, but to fail was to die. It was better to die in the service of
Orochimaru then to fail and be at his mercy.

Going back to her rooms to pick out her weapons for the
mission, she mused on her past assassinations.
At the age of twenty seven, she had many, and this next assignment
sounded more than a challenge for her.
But her first kill was still her finest.

***

Shichi was the only survivor of the program. The seventh test subject. Those that came before and after had all been
failures and perished. The hopes of
Orochimaru rested entirely on her at the age of 14. To fail is to die. This has been drilled into her endlessly. To fail is to die. Serving Orochimaru was the only way to
live. Master Orochimaru wanted the
Fourth Kazekage dead. Shichi would
deliver this for him. The reasoning of
the mission, was never in question.

She was laden down with her weapons, ashiko hidden in her
boots for climbing the village walls, neko-te for her hands to take care of the
guards on the other side. Her blowgun
and poisoned darts would do well for the actual assassination, her tanto and ninja-to
for dealing with any other threats. Her
handlers also made sure her body was her primary weapon, physical conditioning
and the drug they kept giving her made her superior to any opponent with no
chakra manipulation needed. Shichi
handled the journey through the desert's harsh windstorm at night as if she
were going for a stroll in the finest weather.

The full moon's glow was her flickering light in between
gusts of wind. Casting an eerie light
upon her dark hair, almost causing it to look midnight blue, a person would not
expect someone of such confidence and beauty to be a small, 14 year old
assassin on her way to execute the Fourth Kazekage.

At the wall, Shichi shed her cloak which had protected her
from the whipping sands. Tying a mask
across her face, she checked her ashiko were extended and attached her neko-te
to her hands to assist in the climb.
However, before taking her first handhold, Shichi reached into her bag
and produced a small, pre-measured dose of the drug and inserted the needle
into her neck.

Closing her eyes and flexing her hands to determine the drug
was absorbed and working, she began her climb.
Her heart beat became louder to her own ears. The wind sounded harsher, but felt diminished. The top of the wall was soon within
reach.

The guards had been caught unaware in the sandstorm. They were quickly dispatched with a few
slashes to the face and use of her tanto to the neck. Bodies were propped back into place to buy
time until the next shift came and discovered their deaths.

Shichi ran down alleyways and darkened streets to her
destination. The Kazekage's residence
was difficult to miss. Taking out her
blowgun, she executed the guards and entered the grounds. Relying on her ashiko and neko-te to scale
the curved outer wall of the building, she slowed her climbing speed to reduce
noise as she approached the one window still lit from within. When she reached
the window, Shichi saw the Kazekage sitting at his desk within, hunched over
paperwork. Setting her tanto to the
windowsill, with one hand she pried open a space just big enough to insert her
blowgun and took the shot.

The Kazekage fell forward, head hitting the desk with hardly
a sound. Prying the opening bigger to
allow herself entry into the room.
Shichi removed the body from the desk and carefully packed the piece of
paper with blood on it into her vest.
There was unfortunately no way to keep the sand from the room during the
storm. Removing her dart and repacking
it with the rest she had removed from the guards, she again injected herself
with drug. The Kazekage was much larger,
and she would need the added strength to bring the body back to Orochimaru's
lab. Slinging the dead weight over her
shoulder, she retraced her steps to exit the village and return to the
lab. No alarm was ever raised.

Upon returning with the body, she dutifully went to her
assigned cell to await the possible withdrawal effects of the drugs for the
mandated 24 hours. Smaller doses were
given to her at intervals to stave off the worst effects.

***

Shichi carefully arranged her long dark hair on top of her
head to conceal tetsu-bishi and a few sebon.
Her ashiko boots were never parted from her, neko-te carefully arranged
for ease of withdrawal in one of the pouches on her vest. Tanto and ninja-to in their respective spine
and horizontal back sheaths for ease of movement. A long and bulky coat, enough to cover any
remaining visible weapons but still look natural was the last to be added to
her outfit. The last of her weapons, her
enhancing drugs, placed in a small tin to go in the vest after each dose was
measured and counted. One for travel,
one for the assignment, one for the trip home, and two for emergencies.

A trail through the trees was hardest to track, so Shichi
picked her path to Konoha along the hardwoods whose bark was less likely to
show bootprints. The drug was already
racing through her system and seemed to mimic her heightened senses, speed, and
strength.

Pausing just before the clearing announcing Konoha's gate,
something struck her as odd--heightened senses picking up something beyond
normal human perception. Shichi slowed
her heartbeat and respiration, closed
her eyes and listened. No
sound. Not even crickets. The soft creaking of the guard's sandals in
the gatehouse was all she could pick up.
Something was wrong, the village was on alert for the approach of an
enemy.

To fail was to die.
She circled the outer wall of the village until she could no longer hear
the guards at the gatehouse or other noises from the other side of the wall. Coming down from the trees, she visually
assessed the distance and height of the wall.
Deciding against taking another injection, Shichi ramped her respiration
back up and began counting. As she
reached 30 she began to sprint towards the wall, at 2 meters she executed a
handspring to propel herself onto the wall.
Using the gained momentum, and her increased strength, she twisted
herself up and over the wall to the other side and landed in a crouch. Adopting a purposeful gate, she walked in the
direction of the Hokage's Tower to accomplish the assassination of Tsunade.

Shichi only walked about 20 paces and rounded a corner when
she ran into her first confirmation that Konoha indeed, knew she was
coming. A number of masked ANBU stood in
her path to the tower. The sound of
muffled heartbeats moving behind her alerted her to more hidden in the
shadows. Her hand darted to the tin
containing the drug.

The ANBU moved to strike, sure she was going for hidden
weapons, and were surprised when she leaped back and crouched down.

Hands on the extra doses and deciding on the calculated risk
of pushing her mind and body to the limit, Shichi slammed all of the extra
doses into her leg in concealment from the ANBU and went on the offensive. To fail was to die.

The senbon stored in her hair found their targets within the
necks of 4 of the ANBU and gave Shichi enough time to draw both of her
blades. Three were brave enough to
surround her now that the swords prevented her from throwing more senbon. At a speed that even the ANBU could barely
track, she thrust the point of her blades into the necks of two ANBU and
twisted, severing the head off of the third.
Not wasting any time, Shichi charged another group of ANBU that had the
sense to jump back and place themselves outside of reach of her swords.

A rustle of fabric was heard to her left. Schichi spun and brought the broadside of her
swords to bear to deflect senbon and then continued the spin to block a few
more senbon and some kunai aimed at her from the opposite direction. The result from the outside observer was a
spinning blur that seemed to block attacks from all angles by any throwing
weapon.

Picking her next target, Shichi ended her spin and seemed to
fly towards two more ANBU that died by her tanto and ninja-to. Shichi paused momentarily to slow down her
breathing which had become slightly erratic with the overdose of the drug.

The momentary distraction was all the ANBU needed. Seeming to have come to some unspoken
agreement, the remaining ANBU came rushing at her at once.

Losing herself to the feel of her own body movements, Shichi
appeared to dance as she spun, slashed, and thrust her weapons at her
surrounding opponents. A few more fell
to her steel. At some point in the
whirlwind of motion, the blades broke, the weapon of the assassin always
inferior to that of the samurai in steel quality. Forced to throw them aside, Shichi continued
her spinning dance with her body as her weapon.
Taking cuts and hits from the ANBU she managed to kill more by mere
brute force.

Several senbon and kunai were now protruding from her limbs,
her vest had protected her chest and back.
Blood-loss was affecting her ability to control her muscles. For now, the drug kept the pain at bay. Gradually her movements slowed. Dropping to her knees and still attempting to
keep on the offensive, ANBU tightened their formation on Shichi. The last thing she remembered was a weapon
raised in a killing blow that changed its angle last minute at the barked
command of another.

***

Shichi awoke to darkness and cold. There was a thin line of light coming from
the bottom of what she thought was identifiable as a door. Moving slowly, in a small concession to her
aching muscles and joints, she made her way to the door to feel for edges and
assess what it was made of.

Steel. Three hinge
points and three bolts. A small knock
confirmed her suspicion it was solid steel.
Turning around, and feeling along the walls, no other openings were
found.

Sitting approximately 4 paces from the door and with her
back turned to help buffer any ill effects of harsh light when the door opened,
Shichi took stock in her physical condition.
Her hair was unbound, no weapons left there. There was a large swollen area from where she
was struck unconscious. Her captures did
not see fit to leave her with any clothing, eliminating other hidden
weapons. She had several cuts--the
deeper ones still oozing blood--along her arms and legs and triple the number
of bruises. Her left forearm felt sore,
and her drug allowed a small spike of pain through when she attempted to rotate
her wrist. With the amount of drugs she
gave herself before the battle in combination with the amount of pain made a
fracture more than possible. Grasping
her left hand with her right, Shichi gave a sharp tug to ensure proper
alignment of bones and sat down to wait for interrogation. It was the only reason she was still alive.

****

Authoress post-ramble: A definite departure from the
shinier world of Paige and Shino. I wanted
to dabble in something darker.
Questions, comments, criticisms?
Leave me a review, they are always appreciated, even when life gets in
the way and I'm way behind on my responses!!

-GrizzlyTeddyBear
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