Four figures and a crow soared towards Konoha at inhumane speed. The first figure brought into focus is a red headed female. She appeared to be about 14 or 15 with dark grey eyes. She is wearing a black and red battle kimono secured by a dark red sash and standard black ninja sandals. A pair of katanas are strapped to her back and some sort of black metal gauntlets on her hands.

The second figure was a female. He looked about 16 with black hair w/ red highlights. He is wearing a red muscle shirt, black trench coat decorated with a image of the shinigami outlined in white, a pair of black jeans and combat boots. A pair of metal plated gloves occupied his hands, mini hooks resting on the ends of the fingers, a miniscule slit in the palm showed faintly glinting wires coneected to the hooks.

Figure three was female. She appeared to be about 17 with long black hair w/ red highlights. Her attire consisted of long black shinobi pants, red short sleeve shirt, an imported tan leather coat from Iwagakure and steel toe combat boots. A tribladed scythe was held to his back by a black leather strap around his chest.

The last figure was male. He appeared to be maybe in his late teens or early 20s. His pitch black hair hung around the middle of his back, held in a ponytail secured in a knot with white medical tape. He wore a grey under shirt with kanji for 'death and destruction will remake the world' on the back outlined in a white and red, black shinobi pants ripped at the knees, black combat boots ending half way up his calves and black metal enforced gloves. He held a katana in his left hand and a whet stone in his right. "Can we stop for the night?" he asked running the whet stone down the blade.

"I don't really care" the first girl shrugged her shoulders. "What about you ashes?" the second girl bristled at the first girls nick name for her.

"IT'S ASHLEY DAMN IT!" Ashley snapped. She sighed taking out a pack of fags(a/n not gay ppl, its what the Irish call cigarettes and im Irish so screw off). "Why not? We've been running since.... what like 3AM? I could use a rest" she lit one up and inhaled deeply. "What about you Sierra?"

The third girl, Sierra, sighed loudly. "Whatever. If Tara is fine with it and Ian shuts the hell up I could care less." Ian scowled and flipped Sierra the bird. "Sorry Ian no way in hell. Not interested. Tomorrow we have to double our pace. You know how Kenshin is when we arrive after our alloted time block." Ian, Tara and Ashley suppressed a shive running down their spines. "Tara you got the experimental neural poison he asked for?"

"Yeah, I got it right here" Tara said pulling a test tube of green liquid from her medical pouch on her waist. "Wonder why he asked us to bring it? Oh well not like he'll tell us. Sensei is weird like that" Tara shrugged her shoulders, popping the joints in the process. "All right lets set up camp. Ian my threat still stands if you break the rules." Ian cocked his head to one side.

"Which threat are you talking about? You've made many threats for if I break the rules. There's the one where you'd trake away my Icha Icha, dye my hair pink in my sleep.." Ian would've rambled on about the other threats Tara made to him had not adjusted her grip on her scythe and had all three of the blade at his throat.

"Shut up before I castrate your sorry ass and not feel bad about it" Sierra hissed venomously. Turning her head she glanced at Ashley. "Rose said she would meet us there right?" Ashley nodded her head stamping out her smoke. Tara tossed sleeping bags on the ground. Three in total.

Everyone crawled in the sleeping bags except for Sierra. Gathering chakra to her feet she jumped and landed on a tree branch 25 feet off the ground. Leaning back against the bark she sighed absentmindedly twirling a senbon between her fingers. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out she set it between her lips, concentrating a a bit of fire chakra to the tip of her finger a tiny ball of flame appeared, which she used to light her cigarette before stemming the flow. Taking a long drag she sighed deeply puffing out a ring of smoke. A few minutes later when she stubbed out her cigarette and leaned against the bark to try and get some shut eye.