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"You want me to what?" Kakashi stared at the Godaime Hokage as if she’d grown an extra head.
"I need you to go back into ANBU for a mission." Tsunade explained patiently, though her face displayed anything but patience. She shook her head, the moonlight leaking in through the window behind her, highlighting her pale blond hair.
"I left for a reason." Kakashi reminded her, his one visible eye betraying only a fraction of his annoyance.
"I’m well aware of your reasons for leaving ANBU, brat, but I need you. I need your abilities on this team, it’s that simple. One of your team is still new enough to ANBU that he needs an experienced leader."
Kakashi’s affected slump didn’t fool her. She knew he was tense. She watched his eye carefully, had learned well over the years how to read it. "There are other experienced leaders," he countered.
She snorted. "Not like you and you know it. Entirely aside from the other things you can do besides lead."
He let a sigh out and shifted on his feet, slumping a little further. "Who is the rest of the team?"
"Nara Shikamaru and Shuranui Genma."
The slump lessened slightly. "I thought Genma was retired, too?" Kakashi asked, raising his visible eyebrow.
"He’s coming back for this mission. We need an assassin. He’s one of our best and we’re already spread thin, you know that. We took more losses in the war than we’d have liked."
Kakashi nodded at that, knowing well that many of the ANBU nin had been killed in the war. He left off the comment that any losses were more than he would have liked. "I’m not asking you to return permanently. I’m recalling you for this mission."
"Why bother with ANBU, though? It’s not like they won’t know me the second they see my hair." He snorted at the idea. "For that matter, the only one that might not be readily identifiable is Genma."
She shrugged a shoulder. "It’s S-class. Information and item retrieval and assassination. And it’s not on the books. Report to Ibiki at ANBU headquarters at six tomorrow morning."
Kakashi blinked and let loose a long-suffering sigh, recognizing that the discussion was over. "Yes, Lady Hokage," he muttered in a facsimile of respect.
She simply laughed. "Right. Dismissed, brat."
Kakashi cast her one more look, his hands flew through the signs and he poofed in a swirl of leaves and smoke.
At seven-fifteen the next morning, the dog-masked ANBU nin appeared in the briefing room of the temporary ANBU headquarters building that had been constructed by Yamato shortly after the invasion. It was one of the buildings that had yet to be replaced by something more permanent. Ibiki glared at the mask, knowing it would do no good, but it made him feel a little better, anyway.
The hawk-masked nin with the pineapple ponytail didn’t bother moving from his slouch against a table and the cat-masked nin with a senbon sticking through his mask simply chuckled. The three ANBU turned their attention to Ibiki, who just sighed at them. "I can’t believe what I’ve got to work with these days," he muttered before pulling a map down, earning himself a trio of chuckles.
He pointed at the map at the country due north of Fire. "Target in question is the Feudal Lord of Fang. Kimura Arata has already made his move on Rice Paddies and the limited intelligence that we have indicates we’re his next target. Our intel tells us he keeps to his home which is not in the capital city itself, but somewhere outside of it, to the south." He pointed to a small area on the map. "Outside of the general location of his home, we don’t know a damned thing about it, including how well it’s guarded. The only thing we do know is that he has enough information to finish Konoha off and move into the Fire Country capital without a fight. The nin who gathered the information is a former Leaf who went rogue a few days ago. He took Kubikiribouchou with him."
Kakashi stood more at attention at this. "Zabuza’s sword? How the hell did he get that?" He asked, mouth hanging open behind his mask.
Ibiki ground his teeth together. "Yamada Noboru."
Kakashi blinked. "The new jounin? The one that was just promoted?"
"The very same. He was assigned work in the Hokage tower for a while because, as you all know, normal missions have still not restarted. Well, apparently, he used the opportunity well. He managed to knock out and tie up Hagane and Kamizuki and get into the locked storage facilities. That in itself is no mean feat. Those two may not be jounin - yet - but neither of them is a slouch when it comes to fighting, especially together." The other three nodded at this. They’d all seen them fighting together before. "The point is, Yamada is not someone to underestimate. We’re fairly certain he took off with a map of the ANBU patrol border, schedules, passwords, you name it. And Zabuza’s sword." Ibiki paused, letting the three of them absorb that information.
Kakashi frowned. He’d turned the sword over to Konoha because he didn’t want it. He may have been rightfully allowed to wield it but entirely aside from not being a swordsman, the sword itself simply felt... wrong. He’d used it when necessary during the war but that was one thing. He hadn’t wanted it for himself.
So when he’d returned to Konoha, he’d turned it over to Tsunade, who’d locked it up. She’d assured him it would be safe and he didn’t blame her or Izumo and Kotetsu who’d been guarding it. She couldn’t watch everything, but that sword in anyone’s hand was dangerous.
Ibiki took a deep breath. "The rest of the force that works for Kimura is made up of non-ninja. Apparently, the man is distrustful of them," Ibiki said with a smirk. "I suspect he only dealt with the nin who sold him the information because the kid showed up with it and the sword in hand. Your orders are simple. Kill Yamada. Kill the Fuedal Lord. Recover any written information and, of course, the sword. Questions?"
The three ANBU glanced at each other and one by one gave a short perfunctory head shake. "Good," Ibiki nodded. "Dismissed!"
Silence was the constant companion of every ANBU nin, especially on a mission. There was rarely discussion between the members of a team, even, as secrecy was paramount.
Normally, this didn’t bother Kakashi and, in fact, he would have welcomed it. Especially after a mission with Naruto and Sakura, who spent most of their time talking, the peace and quiet was a blessing. He didn’t mind being left alone with his thoughts, allowing his mind to wander where it would.
Except this time. For reasons he wasn’t entirely sure of, the quiet didn’t give him the peace it usually did. He glanced to his side at the hawk and further to the cat and frowned behind his own mask as he remembered again his reasons for leaving the ANBU ranks so many years ago.
He didn’t leave people behind.
But ANBU did. ANBU readily, sometimes happily sacrificed their people when things got sticky. The commanders – including one Morino Ibiki – had no problems leaving the injured behind to self-destruct if things went wrong.
And unfortunately, they went wrong all too often.
Kakashi suppressed the sigh and wondered where his ANBU mindset was. He’d been good back then at focusing his mental energy on the mission, on the objective and setting aside anything extraneous. He’d been able to shut down when needed to simply do and not think.
But that seemed rather elusive in that moment and he hoped it wouldn’t stay that way.
Because he had two people with him that were depending on him. And regardless of the ANBU rules and procedures, he knew he wouldn’t leave them behind if anything happened – and considering the lack of intelligence, there was a very real possibility that things could go very, very wrong. He’d learned that lesson the hard way.
Because God knew he was good at that -- at letting things go wrong. His daily trips to the memorial were a good reminder of it. How many names, now, did he read and re-read there? Obito, Rin, his own sensei – Minato, Sasuke… And maybe he wasn’t directly responsible for Minato’s or Sasuke’s deaths... or even Rin, for that matter. But the simple fact was, he hadn’t protected them from it, either.
And he was responsible for Obito. He could have stopped him, could have gone with him, could have... He stopped himself. He couldn’t allow that right then, couldn’t let himself go down that path at the moment. He needed to focus more on the mission and the two who were alive and depending on him.
With effort he turned his mind back to the intel they did have just as they crossed the border into Fang. Their first focus was to find Kimura’s private residence. With a little bit of luck, they’d be able to find the house fairly quickly and easily. Private he may be, but he still had to have transportation to and from the home and that meant roads.
Kakashi let his brain work through it, finally pulling his mind from his personal thoughts to the mission itself. He felt himself shift, felt the subtle changes in himself that meant he was going into the ANBU mindset. He allowed himself a bit of relief that it was still something he could do and then let that go, as well.
He glanced over at Genma and saw, by his body language, that he’d managed to get into it, as well. Shikamaru looked... as lazy as ever. Kakashi wondered briefly how he was going to deal with some of what they’d have to do, but he pushed it off. He could talk to the younger man if he had to and he’d deal with that when it happened.
He called a halt when they were still about twenty kilometers outside of the city limits. He dropped from the trees with Shikamaru and Genma. "We need to do recon and find the place. We’ll split here. No matter what you come across, do not engage." He waited for the nods from each of them. "Hawk, you go west, Cat, east. Meet back here." Two more nods and the three of them separated.
It took longer than he would have liked to find the estate. He had to circle several times before locating the road that lead to it. It was more hidden than he’d expected and he wondered if the man hadn’t actually gone out of his way to try to hide even the road to his home.
He studied it from a tree a short distance away, making sure it was the one they were looking for. The guards at the front gate told him enough. The daimyou’s home was large, spread out and enclosed by a wall. He didn’t waste a lot of time checking it out. He needed to get back to the other two.
Once they’d regrouped and got back to the house, they split again to check over the grounds. Kakashi noted guards at the front gates, a few patrolling inside the wall, more on the house itself and likely one or two inside. The house itself sat dead center of the compound with large open spaces between it and the outer buildings, which looked like they were mostly for the guards, servants and storage.
As he was about to turn around and go meet up with the other two, he saw a carriage pull up in front of the house. Damn. Kakashi cursed to himself. He prayed to a deity he wasn’t sure existed that it wasn’t actually the lord himself leaving. The two guards on the front porch opened the door and Kakashi breathed a tiny sigh of relief when a woman and small boy came out. They climbed into the carriage, it circled, then was through the gates and gone. Kakashi swallowed, grateful they were gone. He didn’t want to have to kill them and he recognized that if that thought bothered him, there were still parts of him left that he hadn’t been able to put away. He ignored that and refocused on the house again, double checking the guards and layout he saw from there.
Nothing three ANBU couldn't handle. They met up, dropped back once more, and quickly went over everything they’d found out. Then, without another word, Shikamaru knelt down, hands forming a circle as he thought through their strategy. Genma and Kakashi waited patiently and a few minutes later, the hawk nin looked up and Kakashi could easily imagine the half smile on the face under the mask that accompanied the, "I’ve got it."
They approached from the west, opposite the front gate. From the top of the wall, Shikamaru and Kakashi watched the shadow that was Genma land, pivot and swing his arms out, one each direction. Had he not been looking with his Sharingan, he wouldn't have seen the needles that were thrown. Seconds later, the two patrol guards crumpled to the ground.
He and Shikamaru followed Genma to the ground and they split again. Kakashi slid through the shadows, approaching the house directly. Shikamaru went around to the left, Genma to the right to take care of the rest of the guards on the sides of the compound.
The house was, thankfully, quiet. He slipped in through a window, his lips tilting in a half smile. Iruka was always giving him such crap for that at the mission office. And for once it was the right thing to do. He shook the thought off and looked around. He was in a large dining room. A long dark wood table took up the center of the room. It was low to the floor with cushions around it. The room itself was done with rice-paper walls in traditional style. And opposite the window he was standing by was a shoji door.
He crossed the room soundlessly and carefully pulled it back, peering around the frame. The hallway itself was empty, but as he slipped out, he looked to the left to see the hawk sliding through a window at the end of the hall. He signalled for Shikamaru to check the rest of that floor and he headed for the stairs.
On the second floor, he saw Genma already moving toward the first door, so he continued on to the third. He didn’t hold out much hope that he’d find anything up there, but he wasn’t about to leave without searching.
There were only four doors off of the hallway. Two of them were small bedrooms, one a bathroom but the last one held more interest. It looked like a library or office and seemed odd that it would be that far up - especially since it wasn’t near the master bedroom or any of the other major rooms. But perhaps it was just another example of the daimyou’s penchant for privacy.
Kakashi slipped into the darkness and let his eye adjust to the thin moonlight filtering through the blinds. As details came into focus, he noted a large heavy wooden desk that took up a good portion of the room. The rest of it was taken up with bookshelves and scroll cases. He skipped the shelves and headed over to the desk. There was no where in the room that could have stored a sword the size of Kubikiribouchou, but the stolen information might still be there.
He dug through the drawers, coming across a scroll toward the back of one on the bottom. He easily broke the seals and read through it quickly, confirming it was what he was looking for. He stuffed it in his vest and went through the remaining parts of the desk. When he found nothing else, he slipped back out and down the stairs.
Genma was coming out of the master bedroom. He shook his head and Kakashi understood that to mean there was nothing on that floor. When they approached the first floor together, Shikamaru was waiting for them. He signalled to a door half way down the hall on the other side.
Kakashi led the way, and they paused at the threshold. Voices could be heard inside and the three ANBU exchanged glances.
"I don’t trust him," said a male voice.
"I told you not to trust him from the start, Arata," another voice said, deeper than Kimura’s.
"I have the information, but he’s taken the sword with him. I want him dead and the sword brought back here. You should be wielding that, Momoru." There was a pause, then Kimura continued. "Besides that, if he gave us this information, he can just as easily give it to someone else."
There was another pause. "We’re still looking for him." Momoru said. "He went south, but that’s all we know."
The three ninja glanced at each other. At Kakashi’s nod, the door was pushed further open, shadows snaked across the floor, holding the other man in place and a senbon was spit at the feudal lord. The big man crumpled in his chair.
A moment after that, the Lord’s companion was also dead and Genma stood up from his crouch, staring down at the body. Kakashi could tell from the body language that Genma was already in shutdown.
The copy nin shoved his thoughts aside and pushed Kumira aside. He and Shikamaru searched the desk he was sitting at quickly while Genma searched the rest of the room. Finding nothing, they set up several paper tags, slipped through the window and headed for the wall.
A moment later, the house went up in flames. There was general pandemonium as the guards that were left scrambled to put it out and try to rescue a man they didn’t yet know was already dead. In the chaos, the ANBU went back over the wall and into the shadows of the trees. They watched for a few minutes until the house collapsed at its center. Satisfied they’d destroyed it, they turned and took off.
"South" wasn’t much to go on. Yet again, they had to split up to try to find him. It made Kakashi more than a little nervous. Not that he didn’t think the other two could handle the guy, but the sword alone was enough to give them pause. He knew they were capable -- they wouldn’t be in ANBU otherwise, but he didn’t like it. Something nagged at him about the whole thing, but he shoved it aside, chalking it up to his already un-ANBU-like mindset.
This time, Kakashi went East, Genma, West and Shikamaru, due South. They were to meet just on the other side of the border of Fire, at the ANBU safe house if they didn’t find him.
Genma did find him and was the first to do so. He squatted in the tree above Yamada’s camp, eyes taking in the details. Kubikiribouchou was leaning against a tree directly behind the nin. There was a bedroll laid out and a fairly large fire burning. Gen shook his head. The guy was either over-confident or better than they anticipated.
Yamada was quietly drinking what looked to be tea. He casually sat back against the tree the sword was leaning on and stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. Genma had seen enough. It was time to go to work.
He pulled a few senbon out and readied the poison. Watching the nin carefully, he took aim, focused his chakra and released.
And Yamada parried all three of them with the tea cup. Shit! Genma knew better than to try again from there. He leapt higher into the tree to come at the other man from a different angle, but the rogue nin was already on his feet, sword in hand and leaping after him. Genma twisted, launching another senbon in Yamada’s direction and it was his mistake.
Because the reduction in speed was enough for the rogue nin to get just close enough. Genma dropped from the trees and took off, trying to get some distance between them. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get quite enough. Yamada landed behind him, even closer than Genma had anticipated.
Genma focused his chakra once more, threw one more needle, but as his arm stretched out, the rogue nin swung the sword and connected with Gen’s arm. The needle dropped harmlessly to the forest floor from the ANBU’s now nerveless fingers.
Pain flared up Genma’s arm and the assassin ruthlessly shoved it into a box with the rest of his feelings. He spun and kicked, aiming for the other man’s sword arm. He missed, dodged the sword once more, then twisted around again for one more attempt at an attack.
This time, the sharp blade caught him across the back. It sliced right through his grey vest, shirt and undershirt. He felt the burn as it bit into his skin, the pain radiate out through him from the cut and then he felt nothing more as blackness claimed him.
Shikamaru caught it just barely. He saw Genma go down, saw the sword swing back for the killing blow and his shadows went across the ground in just enough time. He held the nin still, then shifted to his shadow imitation from the shadow sewing technique and forced the sword to the ground.
But Shika knew his chakra was already low and dropping fast. He’d used more back at the house than he should have and the nin opposite him was much further away than Shikamaru would have liked. He’d had to act much more quickly than he would have otherwise wanted to, not giving him the chance to plan far enough in advance.
He’d have to release the technique to shift to neck bind and that gave the man across from him too much time, in Shikamaru’s not-so-humble estimation, to pick that damned sword back up. He could force the other man to move, backing him away, but he wasn’t sure he’d then have enough chakra left to switch techniques and actually give the killing blow.
And every second he wasted thinking it through was more chakra he was losing. He stood up and started the slow shuffle toward the nin, forcing the other man to walk closer. "What the fuck is this?" Yamada demanded, glaring across the short distance. "Oh, you’re a Nara!" He growled. "The younger one, I’m guessing. You weren’t on any of the ANBU lists!"
Shikamaru felt the other nin struggle against his hold and he cursed silently, ignoring the comments. He forced himself to focus, dropped the technique and immediately shifted into the neck bind. His shadow flew up along the other nin’s body, the dark hand reaching for Yamada’s throat.
It was a fight; the rogue’s own chakra was strong. He struggled against Shika’s hold and the Nara could feel his chakra draining faster with each push. With one more effort, he forced the shadow that tiny bit further, wrapping the dark hand around the other man’s throat and squeezing.
Yamada’s grey eyes locked onto the hawk mask and Shikamaru couldn’t seem to force himself look away. His stomach clenched as the eyes widened. Yamada struggled even harder and Shikamaru realized he may not be able to hold the other man much longer. He tried to force his emotions back and concentrated instead on simple survival. One more push with his chakra, a tighter squeeze then those grey eyes went dark, the other man dropping to the ground.
Shikamaru released the jutsu, his own body collapsing to the ground. He vaguely registered the vision of the dead rogue nin, Genma beyond him, laying on the ground, still out, then darkness took him over, as well.
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