Time: 5 Days after the Massacre. Location: Iwa
"Oi, Ōnoki-Jiji! have you heard?"
"Hmm? What is it?" The old man's head lifted up off the desk, eyes fluttering in order to keep them open.
"Rumour has it, Konoha just got badly crippled."
"Huh?" The old man stood up in a hurry, faster than someone his age was capable of and nearly tumbling over the desk he was previously asleep on. "What happened?" He demanded, voice laced with an eagerness unheard of in a very long time.
"Not surprising," His granddaughter sighed mock-exasperatedly. "You've been sleeping on the job and nobody but me dares to wake your old and wrinkly butt up. Maybe it's high time you passed that spot on to someone more reliable," She paused, placing a finger onto her lips, ignoring the fuming old man who had a miasma of darkness surrounding his nearly balding head.
"Like me!"
"KUROTSUCHI!" He roared at the girl, irritated that she was withholding important information from him. Important information that he certainly did not receive because he was sleeping.
"Hai, hai!" His granddaughter relented. "Apparently—"
Location: Kumo
"The 'Noble Prince of Konoha' has gone bad, you say?" The big, black and burly man, the Raikage, nodded to the question directed to him by his second right hand man, Darui.
"How dull." Darui breathed out, sighing as he finished. He leaned back into the chair, propping his legs up onto the Raikage's desk.
"Dull or not, he managed to get rid of one of Konoha's greatest defence; the Uchiha, for us." A handed Darui the bingo book that was open to Haruto's page, one where he gazed across the newest and most updated entry on him. They had chosen to give him the nickname of "Kao O Musumu Mono (The Face Stealer)" and "Sembo No Kemono (Beast of Many Faces)"due to the ridiculous amount of masks he carried with him; spoils taken from fallen ANBU of various villages. Almost every day, his mask would change, earning him both nicknames by ANBU squads who had not been killed at his hands.
"Do you honestly want to wage war on them? Now?" Darui asked, almost expecting his boss to jump at the chance to invade Konoha. The feud between Kumo and Konoha villages was not as strong as Iwa and Konoha, but Kumo would not hesitate to capitalize on the weakened country.
"Not anytime soon," the Raikage conceded to the shaggy haired blonde. War was not something they wanted to start again. Fresh memories of the Third Shinobi War still marred the minds of many shinobi and civilians of every village. Additionally, despite the fact that the Hachibi's resealing happened years ago, they still had not managed to properly return to their previous military strength after the tailed beast's attack on Kumo.
Time: 1 Week after Massacre. Location: 5 miles from Yugakure
Men surrounded the black and red haired Ruby who was plainly dressed in raggedy brown robes, the bottom of which were stained red with freshly spilled gore. Beneath her, a man lay, slain from multiple stab wounds to the chest by a retractable pike Ruby held in her hand.
"Oh, Jashin-sama! Here, another sacrifice to please your unending desire for blood and souls!" She turned around, the black and white skeletal markings on her body fading away, leaving her with her usually pasty skin.
She gave them a hungry grin, "Oh look! More soon-to-be corpses. You guys sure know how to make an immortal girl happy." She cheered happily, lifting up her glinting crimson-stained pike and pointing it at them. The men and women from Kiri, identified from their headbands, sneered at the black and red haired lunatic and brandished their kunai, preparing to engage the enemy.
"An immortal eh?" The apparent leader, the woman who looked to be in her early twenties gave Ruby an amused smile after hearing her proclamation regarding her mortality, or lack thereof. "Well, we'll see how immortal you are with a kunai stuck in your brain."
"Gah! Quit your yapping and start your bleeding!" Ruby charged in like a bull, pike in hand. She had no idea where her scythe went, but would still make them bleed regardless. If she lost her pike, she would scratch them. If she lost her hands, she would kick them. If she lost her legs, she would bite them. A failure to kill her opponent would make her look bad in Jashin-sama's eyes.
"C'mere, I'll play hopscotch in your chest cavity!" She swung her pike wildly, knocking past one ninja's kunai with her superior strength not shown in her frail and petite body. With a great thrust, she buried the pike deep into the man's neck, mildly enjoying the warm mist of blood that covered her face. She took a deep whiff, pulling out the pike, enjoying the metallic scent the toasty crimson liquid provided.
"Ah, freshly spilled blood. What a homely smell." Reminiscing in her old memories, where she was strapped to the floor, a pentagon drawn in blood beneath her stark naked body while men and women walking up to her, chanting ominously as she casually yawned under the light of the waxy red candles. Man, it really reminded her of those corny and predictable plays in the theatre that she went to as a child, where they would summon the evil deity or monster to destroy the world or something, and then the hero would come along and stop the malicious intents that the creature had planned and get the princess in the end.
What a load of garbage.
In the end, she didn't remember much but was sure that Jashin had spoken to her, either that or it was the drugs and alcohol kicking in. But somewhere amidst Jashin speaking to her and gaining immortality, she had managed to get free, procured a large triple-fanged scythe and a pike, killed every single member of the Cult, and then bathed herself in their blood.
All in all, it was a pretty slow Friday night.
Breaking out of her wondrous reverie, she leaned out of the way of a large fuma shuriken that had nearly taken her head off, whirling away and embedding itself in the thick trunk of a nearby tree. Sure it wouldn't kill her, but fighting without a head was a real mess, believe her, she'd tried it before, watching your body swing a large scythe, stumbling left and right without any coordination while you shouted commands at your headless body who couldn't even hear your orders was incredibly troublesome.
How she managed to sew her head back to her stump of a neck was something she didn't want to bring up.
"Jeez guys, it's like you're not actually trying to kill me. Jashin-sama would be displeased." She shook her head disappointedly at the woman, who merely narrowed her eyes.
"Tsk, you killed Toshiro," The leader clicked her tongue, "Do you know how much paperwork you've just cost me? I'll just have to take my frustrations out on you." Ruby rolled her eyes, irritated that no one was leaking blood out of multiple orifices caused by her pike. Tired of waiting for them to make their move, she made hers.
"Kill her, and do it quickly."
"You can't kill me. Y'know why?" Ruby bent down slowly, still keeping eye contact with the group of ninjas while she wrapped her fingers around the pike.
"Because," With a hard yank, she removed it from the fallen man's neck, walking forwards as she began twirling the sharpened steel rod with her dainty fingers.
"I am—" The walking picked up speed, turning into a jog before a full out sprint, the group braced themselves as Ruby plunged head first, pike raised high and pointed down, straight into the action all the while sporting a certifiably psychotic grin on her face.
"IMMORTAL!"