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I have done it! Its is incredibly short, but it is only a prologue. I also promise to publish more after I write the next five chapters of this story. I also get around to posting my own Author/ Profile page within the next week. It shall have brief outlines of things I am planning.

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Bratva boss, Andrei Sokolov quickly downs his glass of scotch before pouring himself another. This time he tries to savor the taste of the liquid as it touches his lips and burns his throat. There is nothing wrong with the scotch; it is fine stuff, the kind you could only get your hands on at a price that would make the kings of old cringe, but oh how he wished it was. In reality, it was something much grimmer that was preventing him from enjoying his drink.

Wrinkles crease on his forehead, and as he scowls, it becomes apparent why the way his eyebrows furrowed together as the sneer on his face deepens is as good a reason as any. With every moment his dissatisfaction with his current predicament increases.

He hesitates, a mere moment of indecision hanging in the air before he pulls open the small drawer on the side of his mahogany desk and grabs the syringe and two vails.

He finishes his glass of scotch and grabs his handgun off the corner of his desk. In a few swift steps, he had covered the width of the room and opened the door. Only a mere few seconds pass since he had stepped out of the of his office and shut the door behind him when static is heard over his walkie-talkie. He unclips the device from his belt and holds it up to his ear. Dread bubbles in his stomach as he listens to the latest news from his men.

"Boss this is unit 4 reporting in *static*-"

"Run you dumbass, run *static*!"

"Back up we need back *static*-"

"This is unit 5 reporting in we have lost all contact with unit 4. Sir, what are orders? Over."

Andrei hesitates for the second time that day. That was very out of character for him; he wasn't a hesitant man and cared very little for his men. In his eyes, they were nothing more than tools to be disposed of later, but unit 5 was different. Unit 5 was made up of his best, his own Varia, sure they weren't actually that good but they were his guardians and he was their sky. The bond between a sky and its elements is an odd thing the stronger the bond, the harder it was to continue living life without it. Unfortunately, the bond between Andrei Sokolov and his guardians wasn't that strong.

The bravta boss pushed down a button on the walkie-talkie and issued his command, "Move forward, intercept the intruder at all cost. Over."

Knowing full well he was sending them to there deaths and planning an escape for himself.

Almost everyone in the underworld knew who Asura was, one of the few mafioso murders that the Vindice left alone. She appeared five years ago out of the blue. Very little is known about her. Evering down to her flame type was a mystery. All they had to go one was that her weapon of chose was a bagh nakh (AU: Indian weapon; translates to tiger claw; think Wolverine gloves but shorter) and she was known for her kabuki fox mask. Hell, they didn't even know what color hair she had because of the damn hood she had on all the time.

The rest was rumors. No that was necessarily true; if she was here now taking out his men one by one, it couldn't be just a mere rumor. At least that's the conclusion he arrived at when opening the door at the end of the hallway and stumbling out of the base onto the snowy tundra of Ukraine.

He had run the moment he had stepped out into the snow. He had moved towards the outcrop of the forest only taking a glimpse back.

Asura was standing there waiting. By God, the man had never been so scared in his life. He continues to run towards the forest she follows.

With one hand he pulled out the gun and fired one round after another. With the other he is going for the walkie-talkie, the sky turns it on checking on something he already knew the answer to. Only static responds.

There was only one reasonable explanation for the lack of response from his guardians, but he doesn't morn. Instead, Andrei reaches for his gun and fires a few shots at his foe, which she dodges with incredible ease. So this is the power of the one who is out to obliterate the last of the drug TAILS. This was the person who torn apart and destroyed [mafia] families to complete their goal.

He didn't stop running even though he was losing, badly. His opponent for her part is mostly unscathed. Andrei does, however, recognizes one wound: a slash across her right leg. It didn't take much speculation to figure it came from his sun guardian; he was the only person that came to mind when thinking of sword wounds and persons with the ability to deliver a blow to someone of Asura's standing.

His nerves increase tenfold. If his strongest guardian was only able to injure her what chance did he have?

Already having received a severe wound to the gut the man spends little time ducking behind a pine tree to avoid an onslaught of kunai and reload his gun. There is little time wasted in reaching for the last of his ammo clips at his waist, however, handling them was entirely different matter. The man curses extravagantly, at the jeering pain in his side that came with the small movement of his arm. Shaking, his hand's fumble with the magazine before dropping it into the snow.

Biting back an angry cry the distraught man look at the clip on the ground; there was no possible way he could reach it. So with little else to do -give that was the last of the ammunition- he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the syringe and one of the small flask. Wanting to waste no time he sets the vile into the syringe. With his hands still trembling he pulls up his sleeve and does his best to position the shot; it hits the vain.

The drug rushes through his system. It burns, oh god, it burns. A black flame engulfs his body taking on the shape of an unidentifiable animal. As the black flames bubble, they take on a semi-opaque characteristic. A moment later the pain from the drug abated, going so far as to numb his injury from Asura. Slowly and carefully he raises one arm to test his limits. There was no apparent suffering other than a small twinge in his stomach. On top of that, the flames seemed to do nothing to restrict his movements.

He could hear the birds chirping in the trees and small animals scurrying under the shrubbery. Without even trying he could smell the bitter tang of his wound which was masked under the overwhelming smell of pine needles.

So this was the power of TAILS.

Andrei had to admit he was rather surprised when he snift the air out of instinct that sure as hell wasn't his own. His surprise doubled when he actually smelled something over the intense fragrance of pine needles. Ramen, he smelled ramen and dog. The smell becomes stronger with every passing second. It approaches, getting closer and closer. He can hear it now too. Step by step, it's pace slows considerably upon nearing his hiding spot. It is right behind him now; he can't hear it -the movement had stopped- but he can smell it. When the movement starts up again not a nanosecond later her can hear it: the almost inaudible wrinkle of clothing, the sound of metal cutting through wood like butter.

Diving out of the way at the last possible second, the sky flame user does his best to refrain from gawking. Not at the fact that someone cut wood - anyone worth their salt can do that - but at the new addition to Asura's appearance.

Reddish -orange flames bubble against her skin much like his own. Seeing the flames on someone else but his view of the flames into perspective. The mask-wearing women flames where translucent just like his own, the only noticeable difference -other than the color- was the shape two points sit on the top of her head like the ears of an animal and the tail.

Though some small part of Andrei wants to look at his back to check if he had a tail as well, the rest of him rages. All of a sudden Asura's whole purpose destroy the drug tails seems vindictive. How dare she use what appears to be the same drug while saying others can't. How dare she go so far as to murder others for such a petty reason.

All Andrei wants to do is sit there being angry, but there isn't time for that because Asura lunges at him.

Andrei jumps back, barely missing the metal claw aimed towards his gut. Running back towards her he launches a flying kick; it lands with a satisfying crunch.

This time Asura is the one to stumble backward. Recovering rather quickly she slashes her weapon towards his chest. A sense of pride forms in said chest as he blocks her attack sending a punch towards her throat. When it lands Asura gives off a noise that sounds a lot like a growl. The fight quickly accelerates into a flurry of kicks and punches and in Asuras case slashes.

In all honesty Asura's hand to hand combat was atrocious, her only saving grace is her speed and deadly weapons on her hands.

Landing the third blow, this time to the gut, he once again hears an odd rumbling that he verifies as an honest to god snarl. A snarl. From a human. A person snarled like an animal. For some reason that didn't sit right with him.

The flame pressure in the air suddenly spiked. Flames that covered her body swirled around her, converging at her tailbone, forming another tail.

All of a sudden the scales are tilted in the other direction. Being pushed into a proverbial corner, Andrei decides to take one out of Asura's book and channels his flames, hoping that might feed the TAILS drug inside his system. Andrei concluded if that if it worked, he might form a tail of his own, allowing him to gain a 'power up' so to speak.

It ends up working a little too well. One tail bubbles into existence. His skin begins to shed slowly like that of a snake. Red seeps out in the places flesh used to sit, but it's worth it because he is stronger now he can keep up with her. For about two minutes he does, he matches her blow to blow, he lands a few then she lands a few. It ends rather abruptly when his opponent sprouts one more tail leaving the ratio 1:3.

Not wanting to be outdone Andrei does the same. This time the effects are disastrous, skin starts peeing at an incredible rate leaving more blood the flesh. However, the pain doesn't bother him it's the fact that the flame cloak is flickering on and off out of existence, like a faulty light bulb.

No no no, he wouldn't let the cloak die. He did want -wouldn't let the cloak to die. He didn't want to lose this power. On more of a whim than anything he takes out the second vail and jams it into his arm. He barely has time to register one more tail had appeared before the world turns red around him and he's out for BLOOD.

BLOODBLOODBLOODBLOODBLOOD

That's all he wants now BLOOD. That's what has his veins singing and his adrenaline pumping BLOOD. It's the reason he can keep up with her because he now has this unexplainable urge to spill BLOOD.

To KILL

To DESTROY his opponent.

To REMOVE the mistake.

To become WHOLE again.

By the time Asura sunk her claw into the beast chest Bratva boss, Andrei Sokolov was already long gone. All that was left was a corpse which was more thing than man. It lay in the snow about one mile from the burning building next to the forest, eyes wide open revealing red cornea with three tomoe staring into nothingness.

If he had lived a second longer, he would have heard a single sentence being uttered,

"It's done Sasuke, you can rest now."

"Deep breath kit, take deep breaths, if worse comes to worse, we can rip off his head," Kurama ever the voice of reason says trying to calm the now frazzled girl.

The girl shows no outward signs of acknowledgment towards the fox or of being frazzled, "I'm sorry I think you have me confused with my sister she disappeared 12 years ago."

Woichmono, the man in front of her smiled and hit his forehead with his hand in an 'oops' gesture, "Oh silly me, I must be addressing the wrong retired mass murderer who destroyed the TAILS drug before going missing four years ago. Who also happened to be the missing heir Naruto Uzumaki. Oops."

The man who clearly belonged in a mental ward pulled out a card which read: 'Meeting of the Strongest Seven. Be there!' Before saying, "If you see Naruto, please give this to her," and vanishing.

In the grand scheme of things, this was merely the end of the beginning and the beginning of the middle. The end wouldn't come until much later, but our protagonist had no way of knowing this. She had long since decided to spend the rest of her days quietly as a Yakuza boss, squashing that rebellious wave of adventure whenever it came to mind because Naruto Uzumaki would be damned if she let another one of her precious people die. She would protect them at all cost even if she had to wear a (figurative) mask the rest of her life.

Or at least that's what she tells her self because as much as she wants to deny it, she needs elements.

Naruto can't help it shes lonely.