No...Son, please...we don't want to fight...
Zetsu-Chan! Stop!
Hashi! Hashi! You...you've killed him!
The screms inside Zetsumi's sleeping mind slowly faded away, resolving into the sound of a bird chirruping, somewhere outdoors. He blinked as light streamed in...strange that it was so bright this early in the morning...and the light, so orange...
Zetsumi sat bolt upright, knocking the blanket that had lay on his chest to the ground. A single glance at the clock told him what he already knew: It was almost five in the afternoon! How could this have happened? He never slept in...he was usually up at two in the morning, training before the day started!
As he moved, a small pain twinged in his neck. He felt around, and his hand came to rest on a tiny piece of metal that protruded from the side of his throat...A ninja dart. Most likely he would find it to be tipped with sleeping solution.
So he had been attacked...or at the very least, someone had wanted him to miss the...
At that second his blood ran cold. Throwing on a cloak over his pajamas, he hurried to the acadamy, more or less kicking the double doors open. One of the ninjitsu inside saw him and hurried over, holding out a piece of paper folded as a shuriken.
"Zanketsu-sensei left this. He said..."
But before the young man could finish, Zetsumi hat snatched the paper shuriken from him and unfolded it.
As he had expected, a seal was scrawled on the parchment, a jagged circle. He'd seen this design before: It was the design of summoning. And Summonign demanded a blood sacrafice.
Without hesitation, he let one of his nails shoot out and sliced it across his wrist, letting the blood dribble down onto the seal. It errupted in white flame, throwing up a smokescreen.
The smoke cleared, and Zetsumi opened his eyes to find himself staring into a pair of black, emotionless orbs.
Backing away, he let snake slither around his feet. It surveyed him for a second, before nodding, and slithering off out the double doors.
"You'd better follow it..." The young man who'd handed him the shuriken explained, slightly taken aback at Zetsumi's still bleeding wrist, which had now created a small puddle at his feet, and was startign to congeal.
The ninja nodded, spinning on his heel to follow the snake, as it's obsidian scales glimmered in the dusk ahead of him. As he strode outside, he noticed one thing:
The sun had gone down.
(I ish was drugged! So the RP becomes a urder mystery now
. It was Ultima Keyblade, with the Kunai and Windmill Shuriken, in the Hidden Mist Village!)