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Torima's Vessel	By : jenniferboka Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Torima’s Vessel

Chapter 1: Meet Your New Sensei

Warning: SoloM in this chapter (sorry, couldn’t resist!)

Italics are thoughts. “Quotes” or ‘quotes’ indicate speech.

He’d finally caught up to Sakura about 2 miles outside of Kosenjou and they had traveled on in relative silence from there. Both somewhat lost in their own thoughts, while their feet bounced them through the trees on autopilot. The silence had only been broken once.

“Kakashi-sensei?” she’d called over her shoulder. A noncommittal “Hmm?” was all he’d been able to muster at that point. “You think we could wait until morning to see Tsunade-sama? I’m feeling really exhausted.” But he’d read between the lines: she needed the night to sort things out in her mind. And for that matter, so did he. “I don’t think she’d mind too much,” he’d assumed. “It’s getting late anyway.” The rest of the way back had been uneventful, thankfully. That is until they saw who was manning the gate that evening. None other than Konoha’s self-proclaimed ‘Fiercest Beast of Battle,’ Mait Gai himself.

Not even two steps through the village gates and his so-called ‘rival’ had challenged him to a sake drinking contest. “Last to lose it or pass out, wins,” said the over-enthusiastic taijutsu master. “If I lose, I’ll run five miles through the village butt-naked. Whaddaya say?” For once, he was glad for the challenge, if not to just forget what Gai had just placed as stakes.

To say he had drunk Gai under the table was an understatement, but he gave credit to the taijutsu master for at least trying. He’d made it through two whole bottles before passing out, after all. Even after Gai’d gone down, he’d kept going. He’d downed another two bottles, and inadvertently almost put a kunai through the waitress’s hand as she tried to take a not-nearly-empty-enough bottle from him, when he decided to leave – or rather he’d been told to “get the hell out!” But not even the vast amount of alcohol running through his veins or the uncharacteristically hot shower he’d taken when he’d, rather unsteadily, made it back to his flat had erased the memory of Sano-sensei’s body just hanging there off of Kira’s arm from his mind.

With a sigh, he’d decided to turn off the shower. Maybe reading his Icha-Icha Violence would help take his mind off of it. Stepping out of the shower, he hadn’t even bothered with a towel as he made his way over to his hip pouch sitting on a chair, pulling it out. He’d then made his way over to the bed, turning on the bedside lamp in the process and sat down to begin reading. He’d stopped at a particularly salacious scene where the main character found himself the instrument of a feud between his two girlfriends, both trying to prove that she could satisfy him the best. At the moment, the brunette was giving him head while the midnight licked and sucked at his neck. After about twenty or so pages of raunchy threesome and girl-on-girl action - fucking in every conceivable position, and then some only Jiraiya-sama’s brain could have thought up - the story had gone back to plot, so he put it aside. …But now he had a hard-on to deal with. With a grunt, he’d grabbed his now-engorged member and started pumping. Up and down in a slow but firm grip, he’d closed his eyes and pictured himself as Junko with the two ladies fighting over him. The curves. The moans and groans for ‘more, more, it feels so good!’ The screams of release. Until finally, with a relieved groan of his own, his seed shot in an arch onto the floor.

Well, that’d had done the trick alright. All he’d felt after that was spent and exhausted. Reaching over to turn off the light, though, his eyes alighted on his still-open hip pouch and the three journals contained therein. Now that the guilt was gone for a time, his mind had returned to the question of what his sensei was really like. …The temptation had been too great.

Once again settling himself on the bed to read, now comfortably enclosed within his dark-blue Jounin underarmor – you never could tell when the next enemy could attack and have to be ready for it – he’d cracked the journal to the page he’d stopped at earlier in the day.

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October 13^th 17 AGW (age 34)

Kiyuri’s greatly surprised me these past few weeks. Several times while sparring, she’s almost knocked me flat. Didn’t know I was getting so slow lately. But she still refuses to fight like she’s gonna kill me. It’s a wonder how this kunoichi has such skill and grace but still refuses to unbottle that ferocity I see hidden away in her. What’s she so afraid of? Think I’ll have Seggi teach her for a while. See if a male can bring out of her what I can’t.

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He skimmed through the next 30 pages or so. Nothing was really said about his sensei, just the others and how they were training. Flipping the next page over, a date caught his eye and brought a smile to his face as he decided to read it aloud:

“July 21^st 19 AGW

Sandaime-san’s hawk came today with a rolled up scroll for me. Said he had a special case that only I, as a former ANBU Black Ops commander, could do. Someone with ‘my special knowledge of the shinobi arts’. Said I didn’t need to even work inside the village to do it, just come get the more specialized details from him. I think the old geezer’s trying to butter me over, but if he’s serious enough to send his messenger hawk out after me, it must be something worth talking about at least. Sent the hawk back with a message saying I’d be there within the next couple of days. Looks like the old uniform’s gonna be coming out of storage tomorrow. Really hope this mission’s worth the effort.

July 25^th 19 AGW

The old geezer’s mission was to train a Jounin who wanted to become an ANBU operative, so I brought back a new protégé today. His name’s Kakashi Hatake, and supposedly he’s the White Fang’s son. He’s pretty quiet for a guy. But you know what they say about men who are quiet: they’ve got too much on their mind. And that could very well end up being his downfall.

Tested him a little on his general skills, when we first got back. First good sweat I’ve had in a long time. Think I surprised him, though, when I blocked that finishing move of his and turned it on him. Asked him where he got the Sharingan from, but he won’t tell me. Read his mind a little, though, when I asked. Was just hoping he’d open up and learn to trust me with the information. He’s gonna need to learn to trust me anyway, if he plans to get anywhere with his training.

Not sure what to teach him first. Guess I’ll start like how Ana-sensei taught me. So that settles it. Tomorrow, he starts handling a longer blade. And I know, if he’s really the White Fang’s son, he’ll catch on quick. And with that Sharingan, he should catch on twice as quick.”

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The smile had stayed on his face as he crawled beneath his shuriken-printed blankets and shut off the bedside lamp. And soon enough, restful sleep had willingly caught him up in its grasp. But his mind wouldn't rest as he dreamed about the first time he had met his sensei.

He’d been 16 when he’d decided to become an ANBU operative. The day when Sarutobi-sensei, the Sandaime Hokage, had said he wished to discuss Kakashi’s future as a shinobi with him, he’d been more than ready to hear the Hokage’s decision.

“Come in, Kakashi, and have a seat,” Sarutobi-sensei’d said, as an ANBU guard escorted him into the office before repositioning by the door.

“I mean no disrespect, Hokage-sama,” he’d stated. “But I’d rather stand.”

The Hokage said nothing but nodded, and took his seat on the dias in front of Kakashi. “I’ll cut straight to the point,” Sarutobi-sensei’d said, as he inhaled a breath of smoke from his pipe. “In your three years in the rank, your progress as a Jounin has been considerable. And, it is my belief that you’d make an excellent shinobi to continue into the ANBU Black Operatives Corp. However…” “it’s not his decision to make,” came a female voice from seemly everywhere at once that interrupted the Hokage’s answer. Everyone, including the Hokage, had looked surprised, scanning the room for the source of the voice, the ANBU standing guard in the room pulling their weapons unconsciously.

“So you’re the supposed candidate for the ANBU Black Ops. HA! Personally, I’m not impressed,” laughed the voice from nowhere. “Why would a pathetic Jounin like you ever think of joining the ANBU?” The voice seemed to pause for a minute. “Tell you what. If you can figure out where I am, then I might consider not killing the Hokage for giving me such a stupid mission. I’ll give you 60 seconds before the old man dies! And I’d hurry; time’s ticking!” the voice jeered.

Immediately, Kakashi’s hand had shot to his hitae-ate, lifting it to reveal the Sharingan underneath, tomoe spinning wildly as the other ANBU rushed to guard the Hokage. Closing his other eye, he’d scanned the whole room and seen that everything was covered in a layer of blue chakra, including the others in the room. Hers, I’ll bet, he’d thought. So she’s capable of manipulating anything in the room, or she could be anyone in the room. This isn’t good! Where is she?!

“Cute trick, but it won’t help you by much. Not with me anyway!” the voice continued to taunt from every direction. “Oh…and you have 50 seconds left.”

I need to figure out who’s really who in the room, and if all this chakra is hers… there’s only one way I can think of. “You think you’ve already beaten me?” he called out with a hit of sarcasm, opening his other eye. Pulling a scroll out of his right shoulder pocket and a kunai out of his hip pouch, he’d opened the scroll and simultaneously slashed at his finger, a line of blood appearing as he swiped it down the center of the scroll and just as quickly rerolled it. “Ninja Art - Summoning: Earth Style: Fanged Pursuit Jutsu.” he called, going through the motions and summoning his tracking hounds into the room. “I need you guys to find the source of all this chakra.”

With that the hounds began circling the room excitedly, barking to each other, their noses taking in huge gulps of air at a time. Then, the barks of one dog changed, followed by 3 others, as they stopped infront of the corners of the room, hackles rising and teeth bared. The barks turned to growls as mouths opened wide to clamp down on what he hoped was her in one of the corners. Grunts were heard as 4 female figures appeared in the corners trying to throw off the dogs, before they all disappeared in puffs of smoke.

“Congratulations, your dogs found all 4 of my clones. But the object of this game is to find the instigator of the clones, me. Don’t worry, you still have 35 seconds left. But let’s make this game a little more interesting, shall we.”

Through his Sharingan eye, he saw the blue chakra around the ANBU guards and Hokage begin to pulse, and through his normal eye, he saw the ANBU guards and Hokage grab at their throats, trying to escape the invisible monster that was choking them. Fortunately, one of the guards, forgetting the pain around his neck, made the sign of the snake and then the tiger, shouting “Genjutsu Release!”… to no effect. The grip getting tighter for his efforts, he returned to clawing at his neck.

A laugh of near maniacal proportions issued, “You think I’d really make that easy for you to break it! You ANBU fools are pathetic!”

Thanks to him, I know this isn’t just genjutsu, he’d thought. I need to find her fast. There’s only 25 seconds left. Wait… He closed his eyes in thought, as he went through the motions of the Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu. When he was finished, 10 shadow clones appeared from nowhere as the hounds returned to his side, the need to protect their master great. “I want you guys to surround Lord Hokage,” he stated to his ninja hounds, as the clones made their way to the corners of the room and along the walls.

She’s been taunting and talking almost this whole time. And that’s her problem, he thought with a smile. If I can just…

“What’re you smiling at?!” shouted the voice. “Accepted that you’ve failed yet? Because you’ve got 10 seconds lefAH!” An exclaim of surprise erupted from the female voice as a pair of clones launched a Fireball Jutsu at the space between them - the back of the room near the doors. A foreign footfall was heard as the other clones, along with Kakashi, launched a barrage of kunai and shuriken at the back wall, covering nearly the entire wall in the array of weapons. All of the wall except where a few kunai seemed to be suspended in midair. The invisibility jutsu wore off to reveal a hand firmly grasping the weapons. One of the ANBU guards?

A chuckle was heard “Shouldn’t turn your back on an enemy, kid.”

He spun to see… the Hokage inches from his face, a sinister smile on his face. He didn’t have time to react as the pipe in the Hokage’s hand turned into a kunai and was driven between his ribs, the ninja hounds and shadow clones disappearing in a puff of smoke. The transformation jutsu wore off as a woman with green skin and hair shimmered into view decked out in the Hokage’s robes. “Too bad I got to you first.”

Then the Kakashi she’d stabbed smiled and melted to the floor. “What?! A water clone?! Then where?!...” “Up here,” he’d hollered from his position on the ceiling, where he’d been concealed since he’d first summoned the shadow clones, dropping for a well-placed roundhouse kick to the woman’s jaw, sending her flying to the front wall, her neck broken with an audible crack. The blue chakra began to dissipate as the woman’s body slumped to the floor. “Game’s over!” he muttered, concealing his Sharingan beneath his hitae-ate once more.

The sound of singular applause startled him enough to spin him around, drawing his last kunai from his hip pouch and dropping into a defensive stance. The sight of the ANBU guard from before met his gaze, hands clapping a simple beat. “Well done,” announced the familiar female voice, now putting her hands behind her back in a relaxed pose, “You’ve got some natural talent. I hadn’t expected a water clone from you, and that was my mistake.”

In a flash, he was behind her, her hands clutched firmly in his and last kunai pressed tightly against the woman’s throat. “And you’re ambitious, too,” she laughed. “Shut up!” he bit out gruffly, adrenaline still rushing through his veins. “What have you done with Lord Hokage?”

“Calm yourself, Kakashi. I’m right here,” the Lord Hokage answered from the front of the room as the ANBU guard who’d cried “Genjutsu release” earlier rose, the transformation jutsu breaking to reveal him in relatively good condition, rubbing the bruise that started forming on his neck. The other ANBU guards - along with the green-haired, green-skined woman whose neck he just broke - vanishing from sight in a cloud of smoke. More clones, he thought begrudgingly. She had this whole room set up, before I even stepped in.

“Forgive me, but I had to play it as close to the vest as I could. Wouldn’t have been a fair test otherwise,” the woman chuckled, breaking his grip on her hands and walking to the front of the room to stand to the Hokage’s right. He watched as she cracked her knuckles, a green chakra enveloping her hands. “May I?” she asked, pointing to the Hokage’s neck which was quickly turning a purplish-red color. The Hokage had cautiously removed his hand, as the woman gently laid her flat hand on his windpipe, the bruise slowly fading from his skin as the green chakra was absorbed. “There. Good as new.”

“As for you,” the woman stated, a hard stare locked firmly in place, turning to walk straight in his direction. “You rely on that eye of yours too much.” She stopped a few feet from him and began circling. “You may be known as ‘Sharingan Kakashi,’ but that eye, that eye, won’t help you much if your opponent finds a way around it. Can’t say I’ve ever fought against a Sharingan wielder before, but I’ve found that confusing my enemies and letting them think they’ve got me can be just as effective a weapon as the sharpest katana. And, I’m sure you already know this, your opponent’s will to succeed - like anything else to a shinobi - can be exploited as a weakness. Something you’ll eventually get pounded into you, one way or another,” she smugly finished, as she finally made it all the way around to look him in the eye again. “You need to rely on your first instincts more.”

“And you are?” he said, giving the woman a bored look.

“Sandabado Koumori. I’ll be your Elite Skills Trainer…that is, if you still want to become an ANBU Black Ops operative?” she asked, turning back around to stand just below where the Hokage sat. “I’ll warn you right now. There’s a reason we’re called "the Elite Special Operatives". The ANBU Black Ops Corp is made up of the best shinobi in Konohagakure, and few survive the training to make it to Elite-level status. If you survive the training, you’ll be expected to take on the worst ninja in the Bingo books, to protect the highest ranking officials, to get information by any means necessary that’s important to the survival of those around you, to kill anyone they send you after - regardless of gender, age, and without regret. To live, to protect, to fight, and to die. That is the only life an ANBU operative knows. And yet, you say you want to become one of us. …You doing it for glory?”

“No,” he stated simply.

“Then tell me why I should train you to become an ANBU Black Ops operative,” she heatedly extorted, narrowing her eyes in contempt.

“Because I’ve got what it takes,” he hollered back at the woman standing so coldly before him, “I want to do whatever I can to make this village safe. To keep those I care about from seeing another war tear their families apart. To make sure they don’t have to fight alone, if they don’t have to.” Pictures of lost friends, his father, and finally his former teammates flashing through his mind as he said this, fists clenched tight at seeing their faces run past his Sharingan eye.

“As a former Black Ops squad commander, I can take you and make you into the best ANBU Black Ops operative this village has seen in years,” she stalked forward towards him with slow, deliberate steps, the contempt from her eyes now gone, replaced with something he couldn’t identify. “But you have to have the heart to become an ANBU operative and never lose sight of those goals of yours. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he stated with a solid nod of conviction.

Sandabado had then looked at Lord Hokage, a silent message seeming to pass between them in an instant. She bowed quickly to Lord Hokage and made her way toward the door, stopping at his side to give him a few final words before leaving.

“If you still want to become an ANBU Black Ops operative, then meet me tomorrow at Konoha’s West Gate with ALL your ninja gear, enough for a month, at 6 am sharp. And Kakashi, I’ve heard about your penchant for being late. I suggest you not keep me waiting.” And with that she was gone, leaving him to ponder her words.

“She has much she can teach you, Kakashi,” Sandaime Hokage-sama had profoundly voiced, taking another puff of his pipe. “The ANBU selections begin in 9 months time, after that you’ll have to wait another year.”

“I have just one question, Lord Hokage-sama,” he’d asserted in the politest voice he could muster at the moment. “Go ahead,” Sandaime-sama had allowed.

“Did I hear her correctly when Sandabado-san said ‘FORMER ANBU Black Ops squad commander?’” he asked, his brow wrinkling in confusion. The Hokage’s gaze then turned somber, and with a sigh he’d answered, “She’s former by choice, not by action. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama” he’d said with a swift bow. “Please excuse me, I must go pack.” With the Hokage’s nod and a dismissive gesture, he made his way toward the door. “Maybe you’ll be the one to who’ll finally convince her to come back again, Kakashi,” the Hokage called to his back as the real ANBU guards opened the door to escort him out. “Why anyone would want that woman back here is beyond me,” he said under his breath, earning a quiet laugh from one of them.

Back in the real world, he rolled over restlessly as the dream skipped ahead to the next morning.

He’d woken early, before the sun was even up. Dressing in full gear, grabbing his very-full pack, and closing and locking the door to his flat, he took to the rooftops - his favorite method of travel through the Village. But… he needed to take care of one last thing, before he left with Sandabado-san. …He needed to say goodbye to his friends.

Upon reaching the training ground with the cenotaph, he was surprised at what his eyes beheld. For, there, on one knee before the memorial… was Sandabado-san. He watched as she took a finger and ran it over several names, an unnamed emotion on her face.

“You can come closer. I won’t bite,” she said, dropping her hand and looking over her left shoulder at him. Dropping his bag where he stood, he did just that. As he reached the lower platform and sat, she resumed her earlier name scanning, “So many names, so many good people lost.” Passing over several names, “Shuri, Jon-ro, Mizuke, I was hoping not to see your names here,” her finger stopped over one name in particular, a sad smile split her face, “and the Great Fourth Hokage. I hope your soul is at peace, my friend.”

“You knew the Fourth Hokage?” he probed.

“Not directly. I fought alongside him as ANBU, when the Nine-tails was still spreading terror,” she said, staring off into space. “Bravest man Konoha ever grew.”

“YOU fought the Nine-tails?” he doubted, stealing his first good glance at Sandabado-san, since he met her as his new sensei. Her lithe form under her underarmor and youthful face suggested she was his age, but the style of her uniform said otherwise. She wasn’t even wearing the arm guards and chest protector that he’d heard were standard ANBU issue nowadays. Never mind that every inch of skin that he could see and her hair were green; all except her eyes, which were a rich brown - almost the color of cinnamon.

“Which makes me easily twice your age, despite my appearance,” she stated, turning to fully face him for the first time since yesterday. “You must have someone here, too, if you came this early to say 'goodbye.' …I found your father’s name.” Her fingers had reached to caress the name 'Sakumo Hatake' carved into the black stone. “Are there any others?” she inquired with a sincere look about her. Although he was still a little wary of the woman, he figured it couldn’t hurt to tell her.

“The Fourth Hokage was my Jounin team leader,” he said, earning a sympathetic nod from Sandabado-san. “My squadmates are also here, Obito and Rin,” his gaze turning to their names reflexively, “along with many others. I don’t want to see any more names added to this stone, if I can help it.”

“We can,” Sandabado-san said, rising to her feet and laying her hand on top of the monument for a moment, then putting her hands in prayer pose and bowing with a “Thank you, all of you, for what you’ve done to serve Konoha.” Stepping down from the cenotaph, she grabbed her pack and glanced at the horizon. “Sunrise already. Come. I want to get back to Kosenjou before nightfall day after tomorrow.”

“Kosenjou’s that far, huh?” he asked as he retrieved his own pack, “How come I’ve never heard of it?” But he got no response from Sandabado-san, as they made their way to the edge of the training grounds. Stopping their progress for a moment, she made the sign of the ram, her green hair and skin vanishing to be exchanged for olive skin and brown hair, before they continued at a brisker pace to and through the Western Gate.

“Say goodbye to it now, ‘cause you won’t be seeing it for a while,” she said over her left shoulder, as she mounted the trees to take off. With a last glance at Konoha, they were off in a cloud of dust.

“By the way, Sandabado-san…”

“Quit with the ‘-san’ already, it makes me feel old! If you must acknowledge me, call me ‘Sano-sensei.’ It’s less of a mouthful.”

“Sano-sensei…where’s this Kosenjou you’ve been talking about?”

“About one-hundred-and-fifty to two-hundred miles northwest of here. It sits between Konohagakure, Takigakure, Kusagakure, Iwagakure, and Amegakure,” she answered briskly, jumping to the next branch. “We should make it there sometime the day after tomorrow, if we keep up the pace.”

“With all due respect, Sano-sensei, I have one more question.”

“Go ahead,” she huffed with a sigh.

“What’s with the green skin and hair?!”

“That topic’s not up for discussion,” she snapped over her shoulder at him, fire blazing from her eyes. “And I suggest you cut those kinds of questions from your repertoire until further notice.”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEP!

He startled awake as he simultaneously hit the alarm clock extra hard for being so loud. Checking it, he noticed he had 20 minutes before he had to be at the Godaime Hokage’s office to report on the events of his and Sakura’s final two days in Kosenjou.

The dream felt so real, he thought as he went through his morning routine of warm-up exercises. I know I’ll never forget the day we arrived in Kosenjou. A smile crept to his lips as he did his usual 50 sit-ups and 50 one-fingered pushups. Couldn’t believe it, after the brutal paces she put me through, when she caught the Chidori full on in her hand. Boy, that smug look on her face when she made me look down at her other hand to see my chakra right there .

Checking the clock again, he noticed he was now ten mintues late. “Well, at least they’ll never accuse me of being atypical,” he quipped, opening the window and jumping to the nearest roof.

“Now, let’s see…what excuse haven’t I used in a while?”

So Sandabado finally shows her hard shinobi side. And if haven’t been able to tell already, I don’t particular like the character of Mait Gai, and this might be the only time you see him in this story (unless someone says otherwise). Sorry if the masturbation scene isn’t quite up to par but that was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. But otherwise, my first true chapter’s done! YAY! Review, review, review, please! Next chapter might take a while because I start working for the Christmas season starting Thursday, but I promise to do the best I can to get it published quickly. And I also promise to be a little more graphic with the soon-to-come M/F scenes (‘scuse the pun).
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