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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: 18
Characters: Anko, Naruto, Iruka, Kotetsu, Izumo
Word count: 1,858
Warnings: Nothing much
AN: Seriously kind of late, but I ended up sleeping most of the day away. It's been raining all day today and it's cold out there. I've been working on doing a few other things to, like trying to finish a full length novel.

The last two chapters are giving me fits. I swear. *sighs*

But for now, enjoy!

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Naruto groaned under his breath as he looked at the pile of papers that they had unsealed from the scroll before he moved to get the boxes of scrolls and papers that they kept stocked. “Whose turn is it to run to the supply store?” he asked as he shoved boxes into the pouting Anko’s arms. “And you are on Chunin babysitting duty, Anko. Do suck it up and carry the damn boxes. We have a lot of work to do,” he snarled, getting blinked at.

“Okay, what crawled up your damn ass and died a twitchy, twitchy death, Uzumaki?” Anko grunted as she hauled the boxes out of the office when pissed off blue eyes swung to her. “Fuck. What’s up with him?”

“The same thing that is wrong with all of us,” Iruka stated as he started to go through the various files, arranging them into boxes to be held until they had been copied. He placed the boxes onto some of the tables that were now filling the mission room, the larger greeting area now acting as their conference room. Some Chunin who weren’t a part of the main core were all manning them, knowing that they were to only sign off and place the pages and scrolls into boxes.

From there, when they had been filled, they would be moved into the main room along one wall before they left. While they did all of that, the main career Chunin’s would be copying and re-filing all of the files that had been stolen by the idiot. Between filing the boxes that came in.

“And what is that?” Anko asked as she dropped the boxes into the middle of the room. She noticed that Izumo was working on putting down temporary contact paper onto each of the tables, making sure that they were nice and smooth. Kotetsu was standing at the tea table, watching the electric water kettle heat while he mixed something thick and the color of green in a very large bowl. He occasionally added a bit of hot water or something green that he shaved from a block.

“We’re going to end up being here for nearly twenty-four hours straight. This is after working a full night shift. Naps will be short and simple for the next day. Coffee and take out will be our best friends,” Kotetsu stated as he finally got the thickness that he was looking for. “Luckily for us, this stuff doesn’t take a lot of chakra. Most of the heavy lifting is done by this paste but we need to lay the damn seals down every hundred pages or every fifty scrolls,” he snorted as he scooped some of the goo into a piping bag with a thick tip. He moved to the first table and started to lay down the seal in thick lines, making sure that it was drying before he went to the next table.

“What the hell is that?” Anko asked them, trying to look at the seal but finding that her eyes blurred. “Shit. What the fuck is that?” she asked, rubbing at her eyes as she looked away from the seal, noticing that even indirectly the seal looked blurry.

“Unless you have signed the Chunin contract and gone through the first three months of the training, you’re not able to see it,” Naruto stated as he came out with more boxes of papers and scrolls. “It’s all about having secrets that are well protected for us,” he continued as he set the boxes down and moved to make tea. He sighed once he had his tea, moving to claim one of the boxes of blank paper, sitting down at his chosen desk.

Putting his teacup to the side, he reached into the box of files on his desk, nodding when Iruka placed a metal trash can down next to him. It was covered in seals and the inside glowed with an almost hot shimmer, making Anko curious as to what it was.

It wasn’t long before her curiosity was satisfied once Naruto had made his first copy. The original was placed onto one of the inner seals and the blank paper placed onto the opposite seal. With a bit of chakra, he had a perfect copy that he then stamped with his official stamp and ink, flipped it upside down into the new folder next to him and crumpled the original. He dropped it into the can where it flared and turned into ash once it had hit the bottom.

“Wow but you guys have some nice toys,” Anko cooed. Izumo snorted as he took his own seat with a box of scrolls in his hand, Kotetsu finishing with the laying of the seals.

“The copying seals that you don’t see were the work of the First, Third, and Fourth Hokage perfecting and tweaking them,” Iruka said as he sat down. Kotetsu sat down at his own desk with his own box. “Mostly the Fourth’s work when he started his training to become the Hokage. Anko, no matter how much we talk about our Hokage’s strengths, we hide their weaknesses. That’s the first job of a desk career Chunin. We hide those weaknesses and make sure that no one can find ways to use them against us.”

Anko stared as she took a seat on the couch that had been shoved out of the way. “Can you tell me anything?” she asked, showing a side that very few knew about her. She was good at her job and gathering information. And for very good reason.

“Look, Anko,” Naruto stated, not even stopping his methodic movements as he made new copies and destroyed the old ones, “the First and Second Hokages did what they could to get this village going and working. But they were still weak in a lot of areas. Thus why the special team of Chunins were created by them. We filled in their weaknesses then and we do that now. We do what we have to do, and we know what we know that no one else does. And nothing will ever get that information from us,” he stated.

“The Third, no doubt about it, was a good war time Hokage, and a somewhat good peacetime Hokage. But he got old and tired. He lost his grip that he had on everything,” Izumo said, staring at one page of the file before he set it aside in a small box. Anko raised an eyebrow at the move, seeing that the other three had boxes just like that. “We had to stop a lot of paperwork from going through after the Third had died. Our predecessors had worked hard to make sure that the Hokage position was able to keep its power after the Kyuubi attack.”

“Without us, the Hokage would have ended up being a glorified figure piece,” Kotetsu stated. Anko blinked in her surprise. “Or at least without our predecessors. They made sure that the council didn’t grab any more power than what they were able to in the long run and we’ve been whittling down their power base since.”

“What exactly do you mean by that?” Anko asked. She was furiously making mental notes as the four Chunin smirked before her.

“We don’t just work at the mission desk all day, Anko-san,” Iruka drawled. “We also work in the Archives after all, which contains the laws, memos, and clan secrets. Everything that is written down as a clan secret is copied and placed into our care. It’s a very solid law. And we do know if something isn’t placed into our care because there are seals everywhere that tell us.”

“We actually spy on our own people like that?” she asked. She knew about the ANBU who watched over the clans and the rest of the village. But she hadn’t known that the Chunin were using seals to stalk their own people.

Kotetsu snorted as he eyed a page before dropping it into a box. “It’s a leftover from when the village was first started. The First got several seal masters to lay down some specialized seal stones under the village, tied to the Archives. If the clan’s don’t put their new laws or secrets in willingly, we go and do it for them. And they can’t say a thing about it without losing that secret for good, or that law,” he said, shrugging. “We’re also working on going over any and all paperwork from the time that the Third took over and are working to compile a list of things that need to be fixed. You’ll soon see information come out about laws that are being overturned.”

“Will it work though? That’s the real question that we need to ask,” Anko drawled as she ran her fingers over her collarbone as Naruto smirked.

“It’s not like the Civilian council can do shit about it. The Hokage is the granddaughter of a Hokage, a grand-niece of another, is one herself, and a Sannin with the Slug Contract. Not to mention that she’s forever creating medical advancements that she shares out with those who need it. On top of that, they’re not over the nins of the village, who are the big money makers of the village. And the council over the nins are loyal to the Hokage,” Naruto stated as he put two pages into the box.

Iruka smirked at her. “We can and do a lot more than what you guys give us credit for. Just because you don’t see us do the work doesn’t mean that we’re not doing something or another. Right now, we all have at least one clone that is working on something that needs to be done. They’ll be packing up what they’re doing soon though so they can dispel. That way we don’t have to worry about straining ourselves. But again, things are getting done.” He pulled a new file from his box as he dropped the old file folder down into his trash. “We’ll be done with a list of things to change or revoke in the next six months since Naruto has now been able to help us.”

Anko looked over at Naruto and cocked an eyebrow with a smirk as he huffed. “And why are you just now getting into this part of it all?” she asked.

Naruto made a distracted noise as he picked up the current file and started to flip through the pages, pulling several out. “I had to reorganize the way my brain worked first. With Kurama working to keep things safe, I don’t really have to worry about much. Especially with a few other things that I’ve done,” he said. He winced as he remembered the seal that he had had tattooed onto his lower thigh, just under one ass cheek. It had hurt to get but it had been a good idea so that he had another level of mental security.

Anko blinked at him and wondered just how insane the desk jockeys were.
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