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Akio Uchiha is sometimes called "vampiral."  He has eyebrows which are solid on the inside part of his face and become thinner and taper of as they spread to the outside part of his forehead, forming an arch that would make one think that he waxed daily.  His eyes could instill a deep insecurity into one who had not met the glistening black orbs before, and they almost seemed to reach into one's soul.  They had a faint point, or corner on the bottom inside part of his eye and on the upper outside part of the eye, creating an almost rhombus-like shape.  His sclera were a milky white, with tiny insignificant veins able to be seen running through them, but which became less and less dense as they neared his iris.  The iris of Akio was a deep color of onyx, which seemed to have millions of layers of ridges and slightly different shades deep within the eye which made him look so intimidating.  Or beautiful.  Whichever viewpoint you had on it, that was the focal point of Akio's face, the point that the rest of his features seemed to point to.  

His nose was a bit shorter, though not entirely noticeably so, than the average person.  He had a low bridge, and the tip came to an odd, but masculine point that was angled just enough to see the bottom part of Akio's nostrils if one stood at eye level.  His lips were rather thin and elongated, pronouncing each facial expression he made, ten-fold.  One could often see the curl in his smile as a mocking threat, or as a comical point to poke fun at.  Take a guess which one his enemies saw.  Below his mouth, Akio's jaw was rather angular.  One could find and point out the angle that appeared underneath his ears, which came together in a pronounced pointed chin.  His ears were rather large and one of the most vampire-like of his features; with a round bottom, they curled into a point which was partially obscured by his ears most of the time.  Most often, Akio's hair was gently and loosely pulled back, with naught but its weight holding it in place.  At the forehead, the bangs were parted and curled around his face, in the upper parts sticking out, which pronounced his face to onlookers.  His skin was a pale color that seemed like it rejected the sun at all costs, reflecting brightly, but not sickly, back at the world.

The night sky allowed for the glistening in Akio’s eyes to be seen through the slits in his ANBU mask, as he gazed at his team.  They were two men and a woman, and as per protocol, they did not know one another’s identities.  They could be brothers for all they knew, only to find out later, on the battlefield when they revealed their techniques.  Only Akio knew the identities of these brave Shinobi, as per his title.  He was, in fact, the ANBU captain of Kumogakure.  He had long since been considered “on par” with his beloved Raikage, being an S-Rank, but it was his own preference to take a less glorifying position such as his own.  He was not treated as a hero, and was not looked up to among the villagers.  He preferred it this way, to him it was the glory of being a member of the village’s ANBU forces.  The team of four seemed near identical in their outfits, with similar but varying masks decorated in tribal-styled vinyls, with the base color being a boney white, while the details could be seen as a crimson red.  They wore robes that covered every inch of their body, all the way down to their ankles.  The difference was, as Captain of the ANBU and the current commander on this mission, Akio’s robe was red, while the others’ could be seen to be white.

He stood crouched under a sandstone overhang, with the desert sand beneath his feet in the desert of the Land of Wind.  The Uchiha now turned his eyes to the mission at hand.  He was to infiltrate a foreign enemy camp deployed by Konohagakure and replace a message sent by courier to the commander of the operation by the Hokage with a fake message.  The envelope with the parchment tucked inside could be felt pressed against his behind in a pocket beneath his robes.  He thought long and hard, and for a brief moment, a thought flashed before his mind.  It was dispelled quickly, but the image of his siblings who were part of Konohagakure’s Shinobi force.  But they were all adults in their low 30s... they could make their own decisions, and they had decided to stay... but it was against protocol to feel emotion for the enemy, whether family or not.  Akio was just a soldier, born to bid to and protect his king, his Raikage.  He had no other choice.  The closest and furthest sentry from the camp was nearly 50 yards away.  No doubt it was a sensory ninja, but the ANBU team had hidden and muffled their chakra miles back.   They were to be undetected, only permitted to eliminate some sentries if need be.   The enemy would not be allowed suspicion, no hint or clue of what was to occur.  

Akio now observed the target.  Sentries were lain in 6 layers, each about 100 yards closer to the enemy camp than the other.  Posted in 150 yard intervals in each layer of sentries were posted two sentries.  Each layer walked in opposite directions from the two which were on either side of them, so that the outter-most layer walked in a clock-wise direction, while the next walked in a counter clock-wise direction, both centered on the camp, while the others followed the same pattern.  The ANBU commander knew they had the leeway to kill no more than 10 Shinobi, and only that many because of the massive size of the camp, that such a small number going missing would go nearly unnoticed.   The team had watched for nearly four hours, and the enemy did not seem to change shifts.   It was smart.  They probably would not change shifts until dawn, so as to give the minimal amount of opportunities for enemy to catch them unawares.  The commander’s right arm rose and he extended his index finger to the two men.  He then extended his middle finger against his index finger, with his arm parallel to his body, and the portion from his shoulder and elbow parallel to the ground.  His forearm portion was pointed upwards and perpendicular to the ground and the rest of his arm forming a right angle.  He then extended his arm in a straight form towards the group of sentries Southeast of their current position, 150 yards away from the group which was just passing them.  Suddenly Akio no longer heard their breath and he knew they had dispersed, leaving him and the female ANBU in their current position.