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Our Truths	By : Strailo Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Our Truth
Fandom: Naruto
Part: 10
Characters: Danzo, unnamed ROOT member
Word count: 1,680
Warnings: nothing
AN: Am I actually on TIME with this chapter? Why yes, yes I am. I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter. It turned out to be rather interesting because we're seeing just what is going on with Danzo.

And just who is this ROOT member? You'll just have to wait. *chuckles* Don't worry, it'll be interesting in the long run. And answers will come.

I promise.

But for now, enjoy!

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Staring at the scroll that sat unrolled on his desk, Danzo frowned at it, tapping his fingers on the desk around the scroll. It read as if the Chunin were smarter than they actually were, which was damn near impossible. He knew that they were far from smart, so it kind of made him wonder just how they had ended up discovering the tampered seals in their apartments.

Growling softly at that thought, the heavily scarred man started to pace around his office, free hand rubbing at his chin as he thought. He snarled at the silent shadow standing in one corner, his ROOT agent not even flinching at the sound. Taking a deep breath to get himself back under control, he took his seat again, and leant back in his seat, staring towards his agent with his eye.

“Tell me, in detail, just how this fiasco happened,” he instructed his man. The masked nin stepped towards the desk and out of the shadows.

“I was watching the conversation and listening, as you have instructed me to, hoping to learn something beyond their strategies for cooking vegetables,” the man stated. “Suddenly, it seems that their youngest asked if they would look at the seals for his apartment. Apparently they could tell that the seals had been tampered with and then proceeded to destroy it of them.”

“And have you been able to return to the apartments to reapply the alternations to the new seals yet?” Danzo asked, taking notes and thinking.

“Unfortunately, not as of yet, Danzo-san,” the man admitted, shaking his head. “The altered seals along with the failed attempt to get access to the Archives have left them all in a state of high alert. Their home traps have also been changed, and no one but those that are in their main group know what kind of traps they are. Or how they are set up. Not even the Uzumaki’s so called teammates know about them,” he continued. “It is becoming increasingly frustrating to say the least.”

“Yes, I suppose that it can be as such,” Danzo sighed. He rubbed at his bandaged face in frustration, trying to think of a way that they could fix things. “Damn. What to do now?”

Staring at the scroll, he thought over the past scrolls and what they had held from past conversations between the Chunin’s in their apartments. He wasn’t very happy about the fact that the seals had been found, but he had never gotten anything very useful from the twitter-brained Chunin’s when they got together. All he had ever gotten from those times had been some new ways to make vegetables interesting to eat.

Frowning at the thought that started to niggle at him, pushing its way to the forefront of his brain. Danzo glared down at the scroll. “Send someone to our archives and gather the other scrolls for me. I think we may need to look at something. And make it quick.”

“Yes, sir,” the agent said, bowing before he turned on his heel. He left the office and found a ROOT nin that had been on their way to their rooms, stopping them. Instructing him on what he needed to gather, he sent the man on his way and waited in the hallway. As soon as the nin had gathered the scrolls that were needed and had delivered them with the help of another ROOT nin, he left. They were alone once more.

Danzo and his nin unrolled the various conversations, going over them and comparing them to one another.

“Damn it. They were and are speaking in codes. And rather good codes to,” Danzo growled. He was amazed at the fact that the supposed twitter-brained Chunins could actually do such a thing. “Even in the privacy of their own damn homes, they speak in codes.” He shook his head as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Just how smart are they?” he mused.

The man across from him just shook his head, amazed at what they were seeing. “I really have no idea, sir. I have always thought that it was the Hokage who created the traps that are used for the Archives, but now it is starting to make think otherwise.”

“I am suddenly having a very bad feeling that those pet Chunin of hers do the actual planning for the traps. What my question is, is just how do they keep those secrets from everyone else?” Danzo asked, thinking quickly about how they could keep such information hidden from so many high classed nin’s so easily. Sitting back in his chair, he stared at the conversation scroll before him and caught sight of a name that made his hackles rise up in anger and worry. “I think I know how those damn Chunin’s have been able to keep their fucking secrets. They learned how they needed to do it.”

“Oh? How so, sir?” the agent asked him, looking up from his own scroll. He gazed at his boss as the man sighed and slumped back down into his chair.

“I can tell you that they learned how to do so from Ibiki-san and he is still teaching them or updating what they know even now,” Danzo grunted. He rubbed at his face once again, feeling his bandages under his face, growling softly. “Which is not a good thing if this is true.”

“And why would you say that?” the agent asked him, already pulling out paper to take notes. He had a feeling that the night would end up being a long one.

“Ibiki-san, despite his relatively young age, is an interrogation expert, remember that. And he’s a Tokubetsu Jounin. He damn well knows how to lock a mind up tighter than a Hyuuga’s ass,” Danzo grunted. “He’s very good at teaching his techniques on top of that. And they are his techniques mind you. He’s taken mind traps to a whole new level of dangerous. There is an unconfirmed rumor that Inochi Yamanaka gave him his base start when he was just starting out as an interrogator. He’s only had time and experience to expand on that since then,” he continued. He could feel the frown coming from his expressionless agent and felt the question that was bound to come with it.

“Sir, if Ibiki-san is indeed the one who has trained them in the mind arts, what does that mean for us?” the agent asked.

Danzo sighed and slumped even further in his seat as he squinted down at the scrolls. “It means that the lot of them are smarter than they actually seem,” he stated. “They’re able to hide the truth of what they know. And they can do it from anyone watching them. I believe that the only ones who really know just how smart they are, are the Chunins themselves. I doubt that even Tsunade knows how smart they are.”

“I’m afraid to ask, but do you think that it’s for their protection, this hiding?” the agent asked. Danzo frowned and unrolled the closest scroll that sat before him a bit more, thinking. The agent returned to his own scroll and started to make notes about what he had read and what codes he had found. He had gotten more than halfway through the scroll when Danzo finally broke the silence.

“I do believe that with the fact that they kept such secrets is to keep them safe. And it’s not just for them, but for the secrets that they most likely hold in their heads to,” he said. The agent looked up from his note taking and looked over to his boss. “But I think that it’s more than that. I think that there is something more than what we know right now.” He frowned again. “At least when it comes to the Archives and the Chunins.”

“I suppose that we really do need to get into the Archives, don’t we?” the agent sighed. He sounded as annoyed as someone without any emotions could sound. Reaching out, he found himself some fresh paper and started to draw out a layout of the outer rooms that he had actually seen. Danzo merely smirked at him.

“Yes. Unfortunately for us, we do need to get into that room one way or the other, and it’s going to be hard.” Danzo sat back once more and bit at his inner cheek in thought. “I need you to get Owl for me first though. I believe that you will be able to best get into the Archives for us. Maybe he will be able to get further than you into them.”

“We can only hope so,” came the reply from the ROOT nin. Standing up, the agent gathered up his papers before he stalked out of the room, his notes in hand.

He was seething silently, wondering just how much he was going to have to deal with in regards to Danzo before his true master called out to him to have him return to his side. The old fox in the office only wanted to know what was going on in the Archives and what knowledge that it was that they had hidden away. He hated not knowing everything.

But his master, his true master, was after something so much more valuable considering what they were.

He wanted the jutsu scrolls that had been labeled dangerous and hidden away. He wanted the information that they kept on all of the clans within the village.

He wanted to know their members, who married who and when.

He wanted their numbers.

He wanted their abilities.

He wanted their every weakness.

And even though he didn't know why he wanted that information, he would do whatever he could do to fulfill his masters need.

Danzo was a fool. A smart one but a fool nonetheless. And he was still useful to him for the time being, so he would continue to use his position.
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