Chapter: prolog

The hood was pulled down over her face as if she wanted to hide her brown eyes under all circumstances. But she didn't need that. Her red hair hid her face and with it her superior grin. For once, she wasn't wearing her black, brittle mask with the red, intertwined lines. Still, she was here as 'Sukiyo'. Not as Scandi Itoe.
She knew where in Pura the heart was hidden. The heart she'd kept an eye on for years. In the small shrine, on the coast, in front of the mountains. How long had she waited for it? Too long!
Skandi fought his way bravely through the angry crowd of villagers and seemed to care why and why they were so panicked. Like a ghost wrapped in dark cloaks, she wanders past the many buildings, crossed the beautiful bridge under which the small river ran that led into the sea and waded through the tall grass off the coast.
When the redhead saw the shrine in the distance, she took a deep breath and began to smile. She padded quickly in her sandals over the red sand that Pura was known for and stopped in front of the stairs of the holy place.
The hood slid down and the cloak fell to the floor. Her head of red hair stood out in abundance, while her brown eyes shone with greed and enthusiasm. She tied her hair and trudged up the steps, then found a kunai and slipped it down her sleeve.

Her soft steps echoed just as softly in the big, damn big main hall. Her gaze wandered over the stone pillars until it stopped abruptly at the opposite end. There was the box made of gold. In that was the heart. 'The Heart of Platinum'.
Skandi sighed benevolently, but the silence did not last long.

She heard the swing of iron. - She held her breath and immediately dodged to the right and cleverly threw the kunai in the direction of the attacker.
The Itoe heard an excruciating groan and he fell over. It had hit a weak point in the human body, the carotid artery. Brushing the dust off her things, she straightened up again.
Just as the brown-eyed woman was about to turn back to the drive to finally hold that damned box in her hands, she turned around when two men ran towards her. Shit, why did they have to bother you? Was that necessary?
But Skandi wasn't a big fan of blood slaughter. Too many tracks, too much dirt. So she did it in her own way: whenever possible, dodging, sneaking behind the enemy and either breaking his neck, with all her might, or grabbing them by the neck until they couldn't breathe. In addition, it was a quick death and no one had to suffer long.

But the young woman hated the cracking of bones. Fleshing meat. The dripping of blood. She had been careless. A deep injury to the left thigh, a dislocated back and two dead men.She couldn't see it positively: the more things there that didn't belong here, the more traces she left behind.
Skandi took a deep breath and felt her shoulder before dragging the three dead ninja into the corner of the main hall and checking again whether they were really dead. If not, it would be a long, long day ... And she really didn't need to.

Okay and again. She turned around, fixed her eyes on the golden box, and walked slowly towards it. Again she ran up a short number of steps and stopped in front of the altar-like stone on which the box was located. The redhead had stretched out her hands and was just about to stroke the gold when she heard the heavy doors slam loudly.
She was startled and stopped like a stone in her movement. Something - she likes to call it feminine intuition - told her that they weren't ordinary people like those before. No definitely not.
Itoe turned around hesitantly, believing she would no longer know the difference between reality and imagination. The shock was written on her face and at that moment she wished she had the mask of 'Sukiyo' on. The stone mask, as the saying goes.
Skandi croaked something incomprehensible, something that sounded like 'shit like that'. But maybe she was just babbling to herself that was just supposed to make no sense. Yes, perhaps.
Although she has to fight every enemy and opponent, she did not dare to pull out a kunai out of unbridled fear. No finger signs, no jutsu. Not even an escape operation! But really, such shit. That was probably what she meant. She could not even pull her beloved katana out of her sword scabbard and point it at her.
Two people. Searched everywhere. What was she thinking? Was it because they were wanted everywhere? They were Akatsuki members! Of course they were wanted! But was it really about it being Akatsuki? Skandi had no particular problems with them, or rather they had never actually met, if you like to put it that way.
But the one person who stood before her - she hadn't seen him in years. Years. How strange that the two of you were after the 'heart of platinum' or wasn't that his concern? She didn't know, and, as always, couldn't interpret it. The saying 'The eyes are the mirror of the soul.' didn't really apply to him, so she couldn't read his plan out of his eyes either. She could never have seen it like that and did not like to look other people in the eye. She hated eye contact for some reason. She hated it like the plague.
"What are you doing here?" She managed to get out of her mind and break free.
The Itoe put her hand carefully on the box and nervously stroked the ornate edges. She averted her gaze. Almost looked offended and confused, which was unusual for her.Otherwise she was well thought out and always had a second plan ready.
"The same as you." His voice echoed.
She shook her head and clutched the money box. That was their prey. She made no exceptions for old friends. No, he wouldn't get it.
With her free hand she had drawn a kunai and was keeping it close at hand, just in case. But she didn't want to fight - on the one hand because she knew that he was vastly superior to her and why it wasn't worth it, on the other hand because she would not like to do it herself.
Skandi raised her head bravely, first looked at the tall man next to him, then she looked at him and dropped her weapon, defeated. She had looked into his eyes. Sir, why was she so careless ?! Why was she looking straight into his eyes? God, how stupid could you be?
For a moment she thought that it would be the first time that she would fall victim to his Sharingan. A tear ran down her cheek and dripped onto the marble floor of the shrine. Her legs gave out, her senses failed, she just fell over. It fell into the enveloping blackness, which seemed so cold and desolate, like the icy wind on a neglected landscape in winter.

Only it wasn't an icy wind on a neglected landscape in winter - it was the tough reality.

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Souuu ... Hehe, welcome to my first FF. xD
Hope you like it and you leave me a few comments.
If you want, I can also make a Stecki for Scandi. :))

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