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The Sooner It Will	By : ladywinterfic Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Naruto Views: 5925 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The Sooner It Will
Act 1-3: You made your bed, now lie in it
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way, shape, or form.
WARNING: KakaNaru, ie. YAOI, ie. Male/Male. Also, Naruto is 10 years old. Also, implied off-camera rape. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE.
AN: This chapter is fairly gen. compared to the last chapter, but with post-sex snuggles, and mostly implied blowjob, handjob, nudity, and off-camera rape.
Thanks to LexandriaJade, Sony Boy, and Vanillasauce for prompts that helped with this chapter!
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...previously...
He doesn't want Kakashi to go. Kakashi's kinda really good looking, and his hands are kind. (He finds that hands are more honest than most faces; you can sorta feel what's going on underneath the skin, if the muscle's all cringing away, if the bones are poised to be hard.)
[...]
"If I promise not to leave this room at least until you've had a screaming orgasm, will you trust me?"
Naruto shivers at the words, at the hands, and smiles wide, "Promise?"
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"Mmm?" Naruto feels a wall of heat line up against his back, and wakes up just a little.
"Hey," Kakashi sounds tired.
"You're still here," he murmurs, muzzily.
"Yeah," the warmth draws back a little, "Want me to go?"
"No."
"...Okay."
He feels Kakashi settle, and curl around him. He tugs at his ANBU gloves for a bit before giving it up as a lost cause, and instead pulls close the arm draping itself around his waist.
He feels every where warm.
He smiles and falls asleep.
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"Ugh!" Naruto squealed and Kakashi woke up to see him next to the bed making a face at his feet. "The hell is that?"
Kakashi wiggled his way to the edge and peered down. There was a nasty wet hand towel on the floor. He knew it was nasty and wet because he dropped it there.
"Clean up." He'd just barely managed to make it to the bathroom and back, last night, to grab something to wipe them both down with. Only shinobi training preventing him from stumbling on the trip, and once back on the bed he'd just stared at the towel in his hand for a moment before he simply stretched his arm away from the mattress and dropped it.
"Couldn't be bothered to put it on a table or something?" Naruto muttered and scuffed his foot clean on the area rug.
Kakashi just smiled all closed-eyed at him, "No~ope." The boy just flicked him the bird. He carefully watched Naruto walk to the bathroom then shifted himself completely back onto the bed. He was burrowing in to doze, but blinked, squirmed, fished out the black gloves he was lying on, and placed them on the bedstand.
The toilet flushed.
"Ugh, that was weird," the blond said, slipping back onto the bed, and immediately curled in then commandeered his arm for a headrest. Kakashi looked on, amused.
"Yeah, it's like that," He reached out his other hand and rubbed across Naruto's back. "Bothering you any?"
"Mmmm, not really. But keep doing that, 's nice."
Kakashi let his hand drift into a massage, fingers working into the muscles. Nice indeed. Most morning after's in his experience had been twitchy affairs, full of elbows and not meeting his eye. Granted, half the time he'd never taken off his mask, so that may have been part of the problem. Then again, the times when he had taken off the mask were among the more awkward and annoying, for different reasons, so he's not sure that would solve anything.
He drifted his fingers lower, "Sore at all?" and traced a question mark onto the skin of the blond's ass. Naruto squirmed a little, ticklish, then squirmed some more in a thoughtful way.
"A bit sore, I guess, maybe. Like muscles after a good work out." Then he pouts, "Not that they'd really let me do taijutsu any more."
"Oh?" Kakashi idly returned to the massage, traveling slowly upwards to work at shoulders and arms. He'd noticed the boy wasn't really heavily built, which would help him 'pass' on this mission, but found it odd since being a demon-container would make him an ideal 'power' type fighter, designed to take hits and create openings. The groupings of the muscles he'd been feeling seemed designed more for dexterity than for either power or speed.
"Yeah, I mean they'd show me the forms, but barely let me train," he huffed. "Said I overdid it and now they're all on my case about it and watch me like a hawk."
"How did you overdo it?" Kakashi asked, only a little curious. He thought it's more likely that the trainers didn't like the Jinchuuriki. He wondered if he'd need to have a talk with some people about not sabotaging a student's training.
"Eh. Don't really remember. They kept yelling about tearing some plates or something like that, though."
Wha..."You tore your growth plates?" he started upright.
"Yeah I think that was it! Took them forever to fix it, and it was so boring! I had to just lie there!"
"Naruto." Kakashi frowned at him, settling back down and began working on the blond's forearms and hands. He's glad they fixed the tears because now he can swallow his heart back down. "Messing up those can seriously affect your height." Among other things.
The kid popped up and gaped.
"WELL WHY DIDN'T THEY SAY SO."
"Growth. Plates."
"Oh shaddup." Naruto flopped onto his back and huffed, annoyed. "It could've meant something else."
He stared at him. "You," he'd really meant it, Kakashi could see. "You're...," Kakashi had never felt the need before, to simultaneously smack someone upside the head and pat them down for injuries. It was a very odd sensation, "...really surprising."
"Heh, Jii-san says so too. That's how he picked my mask."
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"Hey!" Naruto hops off the bed after dozing for a bit. He totally forgot.
"Huh?"
"Did they leave us any food?"
The silver-haired man huffs. Naruto has no clue how the guy managed to make it sound like an eye-roll, but he wants to learn. He moves towards the room's kitchenette.
"They prepared the room for two days, check the mini-fridge," Kakashi mentions as he sits up and stretches, then slouches, scratching idly.
"Bah, I already looked, its just some random take-out crap," Naruto starts riffling through the cupboards. "Jii-san knows better. And don't tell me about that basket of fruit in the bathroom, they don't count."
There's the sound of the man leaving the bed, then the creak of the fridge opening, "Mou, barbecue and stir-fry isn't too shabby."
"Lies." he absently mutters. "Ah HA!"
He raises the cup ramen, triumphant.
The silver-haired man stares, half-lidded and unimpressed, which he ignores as he fills the electric kettle with water and bounces on his toes. It may not be Ichiraku, but Ichiraku doesn't travel well and cup ramen totally does, and is awesome every time. He hands the guy a pair of chopsticks when Kakashi wanders over, bento of stir-fry and rice in hand. The man grunts in thanks and tucks in, leaning against the wall.
Water's done! And Naruto happily and carefully pours it in the cup. Then his face falls.
Three minutes, and counting.
The blond, bored, goes over and picks up the their ANBU masks, staring a bit at their designs. They weren't particularly scary, he thinks, until you see them appear suddenly in the dark. His has a wide red line around the mouth, making it look clownish.
tock. tock. tock. tock.
He idly bops the two masks together, one in each hand, while waiting for the ramen to cook.
tock.
Naruto suddenly grins.
tocktock.
"Are you making them kiss?"
"Heee."
tock, tock. rub.
Kakashi twitches.
"Does it make you feel shy~?" Naruto sing-songed, mimicking the older man at his most annoying. "Does it make you bl~ush?"
A weird edge was in Kakashi's voice as he shot back, "You know, that's probably the only way that Uwan would ever be at eye level with Ookami."
"Gah!" Naruto plays along, the white-haired guy seems worried about something but was not saying anything out loud. "When are you gonna quit it about my height?"
"When you get taller," Kakashi puts his food down, disappears, and then an apple comes flying at Naruto's head.
"Oi!" Naruto juggles masks and apple, then set the masks down. He grimaces and chucks the thing back at the guy, who'd resumed eating. The jounin just dodged and the fruit made a hard wet splat against the wall, where it slid down, half pulverized.
"You should eat it."
"Its not ramen," he says. It isn't a whine. No, really. Besides, there's only a minute left for the ramen to cook. And the apple's on the floor now, and kinda gross.
"You want to be short forever?" Kakashi asks lightly, in a way that didn't seem light at all.
"Ugh," Naruto mutters. "Fine." He leaves to grab a banana from the fruit basket and comes back shredding the skin off, dropping the peel into the kitchen sink. He then shoves the whole thing in his mouth and swallows. He barely understands how fruit can be considered a food; they're nothing like ramen. "There. Happy?"
"You," Kakashi just stares and makes a weird wheezing noise, "have no gag reflex."
"A what?"
"When you want to throw up because you've tried to swallow something too large," the man says, dazed, setting aside his bento.
"That happens?" Naruto's amused to see the guy's dick twitch.
"Yeah." Kakashi coughs and kinda just sits down right where he stands. He hunches over in a cross-legged slouch.
Naruto simply keeps leering at him, totally unrepentant.
And Kakashi's almost starting to look less uncomfortable when he blinks. And then stares down at his hands, "You might, ah, want to pretend that you're... choking, if during your mission Yatomaru makes you," and his hands twitch like seeking weapons, "go down on him."
"Yeah," the blond replies quietly.
And if that isn't a mood killer, Naruto doesn't know what is.
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They finished their food quietly.
Well, quietly in that when Kakashi kept launching vegetables into the boy's ramen the blond only yelled a 'little' (Mmm? Did you say something? he replied, and never raised his eyes from his meal), and ate it anyway.
He was thinking as he'd piled their food cartons into the sink, about the brief file on Uwan that'd been included with his mission scroll. He'd noticed that Uwan's specialties were mostly support and intel related, but the fact that he apparently had few solid combat options concerned him now, especially with the kid's upcoming mission.
"They're training you in weapons I'm gues--" He was slipping back into bed, but the boy piled on right after him, which surprised the jounin so much that he dove into an instinctive twisting grapple-hold that he aborted midway through. But that unbalanced the whole maneuver causing him to flail and nearly send them both straight off the bed. It took them a bit to untangle themselves, Naruto giggling all the way.
"Yeah, some." Naruto finally answered, flopped next to him on the bed, when Kakashi asked him again after he forgot the question, "More in kenjutsu than with throwing weapons, 'cause it's not like I can be stealthy if I'm leaving stuff behind."
"Did they give you a wakizashi instead of a katana?" He made himself comfortable, sitting up against the headboard.
"Yeah! How'd you guess?"
"If I say your height would you yell at me~?" Kakashi sing-songed, simper in his voice.
Naruto just pinched him in the side.
He made a pout and rubbed it a bit, and asked 'carelessly', "Mou, some training in kenjutsu? No advanced techniques?"
"Well I don't really need to specialize in kenjutsu anyways. I'm not gonna use it much, later."
"You sound very sure of that," Kakashi looked at him, and said slowly.
"Yeah. Most of the really cool things you do with swords need you to channel chakra through the metal," the boy scooted up and leaned against him, back to his side.
"And with the Nine Tails, you'd possibly melt the steel."
"Mm! And they keep saying that I'd be best at something called a 'power' taijutsu fighting style, and it'll keep my hands free for ninjutsu. Though I can't use taijutsu too well right now. Ninjutsu either, 'cause my control's not too good," the boy scoffs, "But just you wait, I'm getting better all the time!"
Kakashi felt slowly mounting alarm, that apparently the boy didn't notice.
"That's why I'm still going to the Academy, 'cause they're not bothering to teach me more than the basics when we can focus on the other stuff!"
"Other stuff?" The alarm ceased to grow 'slowly', Kakashi was starting to feel like he was choking on it.
"Yeah, infiltrations stuff." The boy moved to put some room between them. Then he ran his hands through his hair a bit, flattening bits down, blinked, shook himself, changed his posture.
And then suddenly there was this waif in the bed, brittle-looking, with the feel of something half-starved around the eyes, which were large and liquid and seemed to say, break me.
Kakashi's eyes widened. Both of them. "You're not using a genjutsu."
"No, sir. There are people skilled enough to catch even the best ones. But there is nothing to catch with-- this." And the waif sheds itself to become Naruto, who grins. "I'm kinda crap at genjutsu, but I can sense through them pretty good, and they don't bother with anything real strong on civilians that didn't hire shinobi."
"This is why they thought picking you would be a good idea?" Kakashi growled.
"Eeh?"
"For your mission. Since Kawa Yatomaru's a jounin-level missing-nin specializing in seals and genjutsu."
"Yup. Henge won't work on him."
Kakashi feels the fear and the rage boil, and crack open, at the boy's mindless words. "Why?" Its a shout purely due to intensity, rather than volume. "Why you? It's a death sentence, once you're in you'd have no backup and they didn't train you for combat-- What were they thinking?!"
"Hey hey! I can do it, you'll see!"
"He's jounin-level, and you've just told me you have Academy level, maybe genin level combat skills. What if something goes wrong?"
"You..."
Kakashi turns his face away; maybe the kid's finally catching on, and he doesn't want to watch him become afraid--
"You're scared." Naruto says instead, sounding surprised. "For me."
Kakashi whips his head around to glare and lets the roaring fury just blast through the room. Why was the Hokage doing this, asking him to send Minato's son off to die after he'd fucked him? And the boy's going in unknowing, and with a smile.
Naruto looks back at him levelly, and scratches at the back of his head, and blows out a long, long breath. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone about this. But." He looks firm. "It's not like you're gonna use it against me. And the Jii-san says you're discreet. And you're over-reacting."
And then he disappears.
And Kakashi blinks, all the fury collapsing into a confusion just as deep.
He closes his right eye and looks around with the Sharingan. Nothing. No image. No scent. No sound. No chakra signal. Not even Iwa's Meisaigakure no Jutsu stands up to the copy eye, and Kakashi knows that jutsu is an A-rank. And he would have sensed a Shushin or any jutsu that used movement. He shakily reaches out a hand and his hand touches hair.
"Found me," Naruto appears, slouching, and grins while straightening. "Thanks for trying to poke me in the eye."
Kakashi looks at him with disbelief.
"And that's why I can go on intel missions," he states, then shrugs, "I'd rather not use it too much though, I don't want people knowing about it. And it'd be better for Kawa to think that I'm dead than for me to just disappear. But worse comes to worse, he can't really kill me. 'Cause he won't be able to find me."
And if the kid never attacks, he can never be found, unless he wants himself to be, Kakashi thinks, amazed.
"I'm going to survive the mission," Naruto says, determined.
Kakashi just keeps staring at him.
"Er. You okay?"
"What did you do?" he bursts out, "No hand seals, no chakra. It's not a Shushin or the Hirashin, and I can see through the Meisaigakure so it can't be that." The Meisaigakure was an A-rank jutsu that controlled light with chakra to make the user invisible, but the chakra can be detected via eye bloodlines such as the Sharingan. Kakashi can never forget the jutsu despite never having seen it with Obito's eye because that was the mission he was given that eye as a gift.
"Heh, it's actually just the Kakuremino no Jutsu. I can't really use other jutsu with it up, though. Or move real quick 'cause the edges start rippling. I mean, I can run with it on in front of a genin, but jounin can spot me."
The Copy Nin makes a sound inbetween a laugh and a choke. An E-rank jutsu that held up under the Sharingan? "But you didn't even use a sheet to anchor the camouflage."
Naruto grimaces, "It's actually harder for me with the sheet."
"Harder," Kakashi's head is starting to hurt, "...with the sheet." He closes both eyes. It doesn't help.
"I told you, I'm no good at genjutsu."
"So you blended with your surroundings with chakra and, no, that doesn't make sense," the jounin cracks open his right eye, frustrated, "I didn't see any chakra."
Naruto scratches at his head, "Yeah, that surprised me too. The Byakugan can see a shape though, but it can't see through it, and it kinda makes their eyes hurt."
"The Bya--" Kakashi shakes his head, "From the beginning. It's a Kakuremino without the sheet?"
"Yeah."
"What do you have instead of the sheet?"
"Chakra."
"But I didn't see any--" Kakashi takes a deep breath and pinches the top of his nose. The blond opens his mouth but the Copy Nin just holds up a hand and thinks.
"Okay, what do you do with the chakra."
"I push it out around me and make it really, really flat."
"You make it flat."
"Yeah."
"...really flat."
"Yeah. And really still."
"Still. And you just hold it there?"
"Yup."
"Ah. That would be how. You're not controlling the light directly with chakra, light and sound just bend around it. Smell can't get through." the genius says, brain working and mouth more on autopilot than under his control, "And the Sharingan sees chakra flow, but the Byakugan sees chakra. And the chakra itself is difficult to sense when it's completely still."
"Uhh. Okay." It's clear that the chakra theory is almost completely lost on the kid. Which means he probably created the Kakuremino variation based on intuition alone. The hell.
Kakashi feels like he's just experienced five years worth of surprise in the space of five minutes. The kid apparently has fucking kage-level abilities in chakra shape manipulation but shitty chakra control. The irony in that is ridiculous. And it explains that perfectly executed girl Henge, since the Henge jutsu was basically manipulated emitted chakra. Thinking further about it, the chakra control issues are probably due to the Nine Tails' chakra randomly flaring up underneath the surface of Naruto's, which would make judging chakra output (during the molding step) into a crap shoot. In the hands of Tsunade. Yet the boy is 'getting better all the time' at it.
Fucking hell.
Kakashi flops forwards, slouching and staring at his lap, emotionally and mentally worn. "My head hurts," he mutters, almost piteously.
He just leans in when small hands start to pet his hair.
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Naruto's not entirely unsympathetic to Kakashi's confusion. Not only was the whole situation really not normal, but every one of his teachers and Jii-san say he's very unpredictable and makes their head hurt. It's not like he's hurting them on purpose either, so he's not gonna stop, 'cause if he'd have to choose between being himself or trying to be what other people think he should be so they'd be less surprised, well, they're just gonna have to be surprised, believe it. 'Cause like, between being the Jinchuuriki and the Yondaime's son, most people think he should be dead, and Naruto is totally determined to surprise them by being otherwise.
He was surprised himself today, too. Kakashi was so angry, he'd filled the room with pissed-off-ness and killing intent, vibrating and rolling and honey-thick. And for him. Kakashi was angry because he was afraid for him.
It feels like a bubble of laughter in his chest, Naruto thinks, like a tiny sun. He's really glad Jii-san introduced them. He continues to pet the spiky hair, and amuses himself with turning the hair this way and that in the light. This way its silver, that way its white. Kinda like a magic trick.
Kakashi eventually looks up and flatly says, "You. Are Konoha's number one most surprising nin."
"Thanks!" Naruto chirrups, grinning, He understands!
He's reminded that he wants to try giving a blowjob. 'Cause even though the seduction teachers made it sound like it'd be a sure thing that he'd choke and then it'd be all awful, apparently he can't choke, so it'll probably be fun.
Naruto decides he'll be nice and ask for it when Kakashi's all recovered and teasing him again.
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This kid is going to be the death of me, Kakashi thought, wildly, and came.
He'd gone to take a shower, while the blond made himself more ramen; and then he was hauling Naruto by fireman's hold into the bathroom for the blond's turn, when he was poked in the back and was asked very politely to be set down.
The politeness was so strange that he did so immediately. Suddenly he found two small hands on his hipbones pushing him towards the wall and determined-mischievous eyes looking up at him and a very clear voice saying, "Hey, I wanna try giving you a blowjob." And then the blond did just that, without waiting for a response. Not that he'd had a response.
Kakashi just tried to hang on, to the wall and his sanity, and he wasn't sure how much of a hold he'd kept on either. (No gag reflex at all, his mind had gibbered, and he'd thrust involuntarily, then the blond made a pleased sound and looked up and laughed, which was pretty much the beginning of an embarrassingly quick end.)
He panted, and slid down the wall.
He hadn't planned on touching the boy again, in that way, but also hadn't run from the room after last night despite wanting to because the idea of leaving Naruto behind-- the idea of leaving him alone in that room for the rest of the two days they had, while Naruto waited for his body to heal and reset so that the boy could pass as 'untouched', that. That made Kakashi's stomach curdle and Obito's eye burn. Kakashi had thought that he'd use the time to get to know Minato's son, and, if necessary, and thank god it wasn't, apply for him the healing agents in the room's med kit that the mission scroll mentioned.
But Naruto had apparently other plans and now looked unspeakably smug, and also hard. (In for a penny...) Kakashi hoisted him close, "Here let me--" and was ducking his head in when fingers covered his mouth.
"No, um." And the boy looked kind of embarrassed. "Use your hands."
He blinked his eyes down at the kid's penis worriedly, uncomfortably, "Did my teeth scrape you last night?" His hands spasmed. God, he felt awkward.
"No!" Naruto darted his fingers forward and rubbed at Kakashi's forehead until he felt his frown disappear despite himself, "No, I just," and stoked his fingers down the back of Kakashi's knuckles. "It's just, you have... nice hands."
Kakashi doesn't know why that provoked a blush, and he knew that 'nice' wasn't what the kid really wanted to say, but he wanted to move past the awkwardness, and felt accommodating since the awkward was such an easy one to fix.
It was probably the weirdest and most intense handjob he ever gave (which, given his experience, was saying something); the softest little smile lingered at the edges of the blond's mouth the whole time, he'd felt it against his shoulder as Naruto gasped into it, and despite not even meeting those blue eyes, he felt like he was being flayed open and read.
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It was 0500 hours, on the third day.
The room was aired out, the seals taken down, surfaces wiped, and the sheets were bagged with the towels and the trash. Naruto had fished out their sandals, Kakashi had found him his gloves, they had snapped on their armor, piece by piece.
Naruto brings them their ANBU masks, and catches at the jounin's hand as he reaches out to take his. He presses a kiss into Kakashi's palm, and whispers into it, "Thank you."
The older man's fingertips catch at his cheeks a little, before they pull away, and move to open the door.
"Maa, I almost forgot." Kakashi asks lightly, "Who were your seduction instructors?"
"...why?" it's not that Naruto doesn't trust him, really, but with that much fake innocence dripping off a guy, well. Then again, maybe the silver-haired man is telling him exactly what he's going to do, without saying as much.
"No reason."
"Liar," Naruto snorts. The instructors didn't like him much, he could tell, and he didn't like them much either, 'cause they were kinda all creepy-smiles, but he doesn't know if he's willing to let Kakashi be all evil at them when he didn't even know why the guy was pissed off. He's sure that the white-haired man had a really good time with him, 'cause Naruto trusts his instincts, but they also told him that Kakashi was feeling like he needs to squish something.
"I want to talk to them."
Uwan just eyeballs the man as they pull on their masks, and finally says, "You know, you can probably just ask the Hokage."
"Hmm, you know, you're right. I can." And Ookami looks dangerous, and thoughtful. "I've been meaning to talk to him anyway."
Uwan shrugs. Weird. Let the old man deal with this, he could probably figure it out.
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What was your first time like?
Mmm, rushed. And pretty simple. We'd just used our hands.
Smirk.
Mou, I was with someone my age. It was his first too.
Your age?
We were thirteen.
So they must be really strong now right?
I dunno. They died during the Nine Tails' attack.
Oh.
Shrug. I'd lost track of them long before it happened. Tackle. And don't look like that, it's not your fault.
He thinks back to those two days, to that bed, to the laughter and the intensity and the pleasure. He remembers the hands holding him, and saying a very many things, like I don't want to hurt you and you are brave and you are precious.
He tries to keep these memories close, pulls them around him like his Kakuremino, to keep away the other ones. It mostly works.
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Kawa Yatomaru is a paranoid seal master. His bedroom is his office and it is plastered with crawling lines of chakra-laced ink that open only to his own blood. Jiraiya himself cannot get in unescorted without the entire room imploding. The only ones he lets in are the most trusted of his shinobi and his entertainment. And while his team have been loyal for years, and rarely change, he gets bored of his entertainment usually within a day or two because he likes them fresh.
Yatomaru's newer genin-level shinobi are usually assigned the elimination and disposal duty, because he finds it to be a good test of character. It says something of the man that he meant this in all seriousness.
It was the rainy season when one of them was given the order to execute and dispose of the blue-eyed street rat. The genin did not recognize the Kawarimi; though to be fair the body switch was very well done, it was nighttime and raining, and he'd never before encountered such a solid Henge.
A log was thrown into a ditch with many small bodies. The ditch was quickly filling with water and mud.
And even if a jounin knew where to look, they'd still be hard pressed to see the small figure moving slowly in the twilight.
(Because the figure didn't want to be seen, so he wasn't.)
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"--and the suspicions were correct, their leader is moving from this location to Kawa Yatomaru's base in a month." Uwan's finger pointed at the map, "That other location also appears to function as a main base, and they're planning on setting up more, here, here, and here."
"He's making independent cells," Sarutobi said slowly, "A gamble; but ingenious if your priority is having a bolt hole."
"Yeah."
"Any idea of the size of guard that he's traveling with?"
"None confirmed, but I think it will be more than four. Also there was a roster of their shinobi on Yatomaru's desk," Uwan handed over a list, in his own handwriting. "I'm pretty sure I have all of them, at least the missing-nin genin and chunin. There's probably unlisted jounin-level nin, but that's to be expected. The list was divided by location, some of them are already in Konoha."
Sarutobi scanned the list and pulled at his pipe "We were aware of most of these, but a few are surprising." He did not ask, "Are you sure of this information?"
So Uwan did not reply, "Yeah, because I was fucked over his desk."
(it was in his eyes, and Sarutobi read it easily enough, even if they were almost hidden behind the mask)
"We have enough men to handle this, however I would prefer dedicated teams to handle the genin and chunin. There will be some members prioritized for capture, but this entire group is slotted for extermination." The Sandaime sighed, looking at the boy pretty much vibrating to be asked the question his statements were leading up to, "Do you wish to be part of one of these teams?"
"Yes." Uwan said, eager.
Hiruzen was proud of his shinobi.
When Ookami had come in two and a half weeks ago, he had not shouted. He didn't even swear. He'd just spoke, insolence and outrage dripping from every tenketsu. He'd talked about Naruto's age and talked about his personality and talked about the seduction 'experts' that didn't do their job right and nearly let the boy tear himself open.
Hiruzen had dropped his eyes at that, turning his pipe upside down and trying to tap it clean.
The ANBU had continued unabated, questioning the mission's planning, the lack of backup, the situation; questioning the appropriateness of using the boy and the need for Naruto's mission itself.
"Are you done?" the Hokage had asked, when he paused to take a breath.
"Am I?" Kakashi had answered, thickly. He'd removed the ceramic mask and looked at it thoughtfully. Then reached over to place it on the desk.
Sarutobi had quickly slipped an opened mission scroll under it, the back of his hand preventing the ceramic from hitting the wood, the edges of the paper curling. "One last mission. You'll understand why."
Kakashi had slowly withdrawn the mask and hooked it on his belt, scooped up the scroll with his other hand. As he read it, his eyes had narrowed. "You want to leave Konoha?"
"For four days."
"Danzo?"
"That's why you will assign someone with a good Henge to sit in my place."
"...a Hokage normally does not leave the village."
"The situation calls for it. The next time that he will be as weak will be in three years."
"His movements are confirmed?"
"Not yet." The Sandaime looked steadily into Kakashi's eyes, "There is an operative getting that information as we speak."
The man's fingers twitched.
Hiruzen had kept his gaze firm, "This will not leave the room: Orochimaru has an immortality jutsu that requires that he transfers bodies every three years, and he is planning to use Kawa's. If we're understanding the jutsu right, he integrates their skills and souls as well."
He'd watched as Kakashi's thoughts affected his posture; horror, he guesses, that became determination. It was certainly how Hiruzen had felt.
"I will engage my wayward student myself. But we need to prepare for his guard, and to subdue Yatomaru's compound. Form and prepare an excess number of squads; in fact, call it mandatory training exercises, until we hear back from Uwan."
"Hai, Hokage-sama," Ookami had replied, sliding on his wolf-mask, and turned to leave.
"Kakashi?" the Sandaime had called out.
"Mmm?" the ceramic mask only tilted a little in his direction, not turning around.
Hiruzen thought of the various lucky and unlucky circumstances of his life; of birth, of power, of students. Of student's student's. He thought of legacies, of things that he would allow to prevent more horror, only to beget yet more horrible things. He'd let Orochimaru live, once. Let it known Naruto was the Jinchuuriki. Let Naruto into ANBU. Let Naruto take that mission. That the seduction experts didn't indirectly cause more damage, because they feared a demon, was possibly a testament to Naruto's indefatigable personality. And a testament to Kakashi. So he said to the silver-haired man, "I'm glad I trusted you."
"I'm still loyal," he'd replied carefully, his back to the Hokage, "to Konoha."
"I know." Hiruzen had said, not looking away, "I know."
Hiruzen is still, deeply, proud of his shinobi. And felt glad, and just the littlest bit smug, that soon Kakashi's finally leaving the Black Ops; he wasn't willing to bodily throw him out, but the man was long overdue for a break. Also it was good that Kakashi was seeing more of the darker side of a Kage's decision making, and questioning it, because it was good experience for the young man. Because it's good for Konoha to have contingency plans and while the Copy Nin wouldn't be mentally (let alone emotionally) ready for the position for years yet, Sarutobi wasn't getting any younger.
(Circles within circles, the Professor thinks.)
And even at this moment he is deeply proud as he watches Uwan leave his office after his mission debriefing, and he is unsurprised that the emotion was accompanied by guilt and sadness because they three are never far apart from each other these days. The boy is unbroken, unashamed, unafraid, and while shadows lurks in his eyes and around his shoulders they did not overwhelm him.
The Sandaime makes a promise to himself that he will see those shadows gone, whatever it takes.
But first.
Sarutobi cut his finger and sent for his fastest summon. He gave him a slip of paper with a coded time and location. "Find Jiraiya, he should be in Rice Country. Give him the paper, tell him,
'We're going snake hunting. Bring the rope.'"
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...end chapter three...
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AN: Did you like the chapter? If so, please leave a short review? "It's good." or "It sucks!" or "It's cute!" or "Write more." all counts. =) Even leaving a short response encourages me to write more.
And OROCHIMARU. Are you making an 'omg!' face? What I'd like to know is if you'd realized that they were after Orochimaru earlier than at the end, and if so, where? Is it too confusing at parts?
Kawa Yatomaru - Kawa = Skin and "Yato-no-kami are snake deities. They were rumored to bring familial extermination on anyone who saw them, but were eventually killed by a man clearing the fields." (wikipedia) ie. Snake Skin.
ie. Orochimaru integrating the soul of a pedophile into his consciousness. Yeah, in this fic I'm blaming the creepy pedo-ness of Orochimaru on a soul he ate when he took over a new body. ^_^V
So here's where I COULD say that I made Naruto ten years old just to make all the timing work out, but I'd be lying. (I was just very lucky that the timing did work out so perfectly.) I'm really just a horrible person that wants to make Kakashi cry inside and be ridiculously!conflicted, and maybe make two or ten characters on the sidelines make "WTF" face.
I'm simple like that.
Also I'm a size queen so teeny!Naruto w/ Kakashi is just... unf! x.x
Height - Oh, speaking of which, doing some research on naruto wikia, according to them Kakashi is not actually six feet tall. = He's actually about 5'9.3" (181 cm), incidentally roughly half an inch taller than Minato who's 5'8.7" (179.2 cm).
I looked up Naruto's growth patterns:
12 yrs = 145.3 cm = 4'7"
13 yrs = 147.5 cm = 4'8"
15-16 yr = 166 cm = 5'4"
and he seems to be consistently lurking around the 25th percentile of the boy's growth chart.
By that token, unless he's hit a ridiculous growth spurt, he'll never end up more than 5'6". Even with the growth spurt he'll probably never end up taller than Minato because Kushina was on the lower end of the girl's heights...unless of course, you blame it on the demon.
And, extrapolating backwards, at 10 yrs, he'd be about 4'4" (134 cm). *_* TEENY.
Then AGAIN, examining the manga, in particular the pages during the initial bell test and Haku's funeral, Naruto is clearly way more than a foot shorter than Kakashi. So either Kakashi's really six feet tall or Naruto's even shorter. ::confused:: Consistency thy name is not Kishimoto.
Meisaigakure no Jutsu - Camouflage Jutsu. Appeared in Kakashi Gaiden, bends light around it to create invisibility, can be seen through with the Sharingan.
Kakuremino no Jutsu - Disguise Jutsu. Used with a covering, like a sheet; was often done incorrectly by Konohamaru when he was trying to fool Naruto.
Chakra Theory - This fic's chakra theory was arrived at via a combination of the naruto wikia site and my own observations of some of the manga images and storyline. I'm not sure how well it relates to the anime. Most of Naruto's key skills are some form of expressed chakra that's almost completely shaped outside (Henge, Rasengan, assumed Kage Bushin); so you know, I worked it into fic.
Power fighter type - "Exemplifies raw power, charging straight in and clearing a path through the enemy's defensive line, making a way in for the rest of the team. [...] An 'Offensive' fighting style is favored by 'power' types like Naruto and the Fourth Raikage, A, utilize brute force in combat." (naruto wikia) And there's nearly no force more overwhelming than the Nine Tails.
Growth Plates - Cartilage near the joints that eventually become bone, damage may cause crooked limbs, nerve and blood vessel damage, infections and other nasty things. Yeah, seriously, don't be stupid and train until you pass out when you're 5 years old. That Kakashi's height wasn't completely fucked up due to being in a war I take as a testament both to his ridiculous amount of skill and Minato being a mother hen.
Wakizashi v. Katana - The katana is part of the typical ANBU uniform. The wakizashi is of a similar make to the katana, just shorter (1ft~2ft vs. 2ft+). Naruto, being a wee bit more than 4 feet tall, would either have to learn modified stances/katas so that his katana wouldn't drag on the ground, or he could learn kenjutsu right but with the shorter wakizashi. I chose to have his teacher be hardcore.
Nakedness - I don't know how obvious it was to other people but, no clothes were involved in this chapter until they left the room. ::grin::
Thanks goes to InARealPickle who'd caught a mistake. =D
Note: next chapter will include plots, battle, and PTSD. Also some explicit sex (only during the scenes in the middle).
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...next time...
"Sarutobi."
The Sandaime looked up at the unfamiliarly hard tone in his student's voice. He was unsurprised at what he saw and gestured him closer. He does not want the words of their conversation to carry, and he has an idea about what it might be about. He hand signaled, Quietly.
Jiraiya's face twisted, "There was only one way you could've gotten confirmation."
"Before we'd have to wait another three years, yes."
"...who was the child?"
"Jiraiya," Sarutobi sighed.
"Who?"
"It's classified."
"I am not some administrative lackey. Who was it?"
"Jiraiya. You already know." There was no need to say, this mission could only be trusted to an ANBU. There was no need to remind him of their youngest member.
"Dammit."
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