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A/N: One Hatake, two Hatake, three Hatake, more?
A couple of Uminos thrown into the mix as well.
This chapter is gonna be like a Three card Monte but, if you keep your eye on the real guy, you won't go wrong.
As a reminder, obake and bakemono are a class of yōkai, preternatural creatures in Japanese folklore. Literally, the terms mean a thing that changes, referring to a state of transformation or shape shifting. A bakemono's true form may be an animal or an inanimate object which may possess a soul in Shinto and other animistic traditions. A bakemono usually either disguises itself as a human or appears in a strange or terrifying form. In common usage, any bizarre apparition can be referred to as a bakemono or an obake whether it is believed to have some other form, making the terms roughly synonymous with yōkai.

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Awash with anger and bewilderment, Iruka crunched down on another ginger lozenge as he turned his back on the crowd. I don’t understand it, the amulet almost burned through to my chest yet Hatake showed no signs of distress. Did I use the wrong one? As he stared out onto the still empty balcony, the pane of glass before him showed a stout elderly woman dressed in fine silk kimono heading his way.
“Well as I live and breathe. What brings you back to Konoha?”
That’s it, not falling for this again. He spun about, his brow furrowed, and one hand curled into a fist at his side. “Listen, I’m--”
“Umino Tadashi?” Suddenly, her smiling eyes screwed up in confusion, “Oh, you’re not him at all, are you?   No of course not, he has a thick brown mustache, rather, he had one then … it’s probably grey and thinning by now.”
He felt himself calm as she stepped closer. Least this one won’t try to tackle me, he thought. “It’s quite alright ma’am … often mistaken for him; he was my father after all.”
“Little Iruka? My word, you’re the spitting image of your father and almost as charming. So, where is he? Huddled together with a group of doctors and comparing notes I’d imagine.”
“Thank you, ma’am, but I’m afraid my father is--”
“Surely Tadashi mentioned me … Yukimura Suzu? Known him since he was a simple country doctor and you since you were a twinkle in his eye. Well, wish me luck, “she said as she turned away, “I’ll try my best to find him in this crowd.”
“Yukimura-san, my father is dead.”
The old woman stopped in her tracks. “What’s that? When did this happen?”
“May, this year.”
“I’m so sorry little Iruka.” She turned placing a gnarled hand on his forearm. “My husband and I became great friends with your parents, one ailment at a time. We kept in contact until the end of last year. Pity, my husband and your dear mother died one year apart; Tadashi’s letters stopped coming as frequently then. Come to think of it, I have his last letter with me … put it in my purse to share with a mutual friend of ours. She and I always enjoyed reading those tales he’d spin for us. Stories of strange creatures and even stranger goings on… a clever one that Tadashi.”
“I’m glad you have fond memories of my parents--”
“What an interesting pin on your lapel … looks like an opal.”
“I'm not sure what it is, belonged to my father--”
“And is that a kamon etched on it? No, it looks like words.”
Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, Iruka stood uncomfortably while the old woman poked her nose to his chest.   “Afraid my eyes are as old as the rest of me, maybe I could make out the words if you’d allow me to run a finger over it, is that alright dear?” As she reached out, a spark flew from her finger and the stone fell from its setting. As it slid near his right foot the old woman took another awkward step, crushing it under the sole of her shoe. “My word, I found it but I may have destroyed a family heirloom in the process.”
Gritting his teeth as he bent down, Iruka gathered the pieces inside his handkerchief and shoved them into his pocket as he stood. Clumsy old biddy. It’s a mercy I’ve more amulets.
“Oh bother, now I don’t remember what I did with my purse … maybe I left it with my wrap, yes, that’s it. Would you be lamb and help me find them?”
It was hard to refuse, what with her nails digging into his wrist as she pulled him along.
As they briskly move through the crowds, Iruka grabbed at the arm of one of the servants. “Excuse me, where is the cloakroom?”
“Right this way, sir," he said turning as if to lead them.
“See now, that won’t be necessary young man,” Suzu insisted. “Simply tell us where it is and little Iruka will get us there.”
“As you wish ma’am. East wing, fifth door on your left.”
A plate of warm appetizers suddenly appeared under his nose before they could go further. “Oh, thanks Zumo … I’ll be back for it in a few minutes.”
Recherché
When at last they reach the cloakroom, Iruka allows Suzu to enter first. He stood near the exit, waiting patiently as she ambled to the armoire and flung it open.
“Give me a hand little Iruka ... seems my wrap is caught on something.”
Once again, the amulet in his breast pocket began to warm, but he paid it no mind. As Suzu steps away, he beheld a swirling vortex opening inside the armoire. Wispy tendrils of a noxious black mist reached from it, holding the old woman in its grasp. Iruka turned about thinking to shield her; in mute horror, he felt her palms slam against his chest as she brusquely pushed him backwards. The word ‘why?’ froze on his lips when in an instant, the old woman was gone … vanished into thin air; in her place stood an odious creature.
“Oh my god … you’re a Yasha!”
Slimy fingers wrapped tighter around his neck, cramming him into the enlarging hole as he struggled to free himself. The creature opened its mouth, revealing rows of long sharp shining teeth; it’s eyes, blood red and glowing, it’s voice, a hellish cackle as the vortex sucked him further inside.
“Master will be pleased,” it said.
And before he fell deeper into the abyss, he watched the creature transform into his doppelgänger.
Recherché
When he awakes, his hands are in manacles, his ankles shackled to the brick wall at his back.
“Where am I?”
The response was a frightful growl resounding off the brick and mortar.
“Show yourself demon!”
A laugh, masculine this time answers him; there’s a rush of wind and instantaneously, a wolf-like creature stands inches from his face. Its eyes gangrene yellow, fangs dripping with saliva, its breath nauseating with the stench of blood and rotten meat as its claws press into the soft flesh of his neck.
A voice that seemed to radiate from the stone walls around him inquires of the darkness,
“Now, now, is that any way to treat my honored guest?”
The door to his prison creaks open a tad more and as it does, the creature before him falls to its knees; its whiskered snout touching the floor. Iruka’s eyes slowly adjust to trace amounts of light behind the being standing in the doorway; this one is tall and lean with thick black wings protruding from its dorsal side.
“Who … or what
are you?”
“You’ve crossed an ocean, dreamed of ripping out my heart and yet you don’t know who I am? How is it possible to forget a being who leapt through your father’s study window, cradling the body and severed head of a man? You wound me Dr. Umino. Up now Maito, take off his restraints; my miasma is sufficient to keep him still.”
The first beast mournfully whimpers as it stands erect. As paw like appendages fumble with heavy iron bindings, it's yellow eyes remain fixed on Iruka’s.
One moment of freedom does he enjoy before invisible bands of searing white heat wrap about his torso and extremities.
“How long I’ve waited for this moment,” said the creature by the door. “Your questions will be answered in due time.” The shadowy figure moves toward him and all Iruka can see of it are its eyes; one blood red, the other yellow; they both glow in the darkness.
“I am the seed of Hatake Sakumo, the man your father betrayed and beheaded.”
“If it’s vengeance you seek … kill me now! There are others who know what you are, and they will avenge my death--!”
“Kill you ... why on earth would I do that? Oh no, Dr. Umino ... I fully intend to amuse myself with you, slowly torturing your body ... tormenting your mind until you go mad or agree to reinstate the research our fathers began--”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about--”
“You lie, but no matter, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. What’s this … you’re shaking like a leaf? Surely an experienced demon hunter like you isn’t frightened, I mean, you did come in search of a demon, yes? Well … here I am.”
“I’m repulsed, not frightened Hatake.”
“Ah, then is it my true form which makes you uncomfortable?” In an instant, human skin swallows up the deformed shape of his body and layers of clothing cover his nakedness as he walks into the light cast by a single candle. “If this is the constitution you’re more comfortable with, I’ll be sure to maintain it when next we meet.”
Mightily straining against his bonds, Iruka’s voice rebounded off the brick and pitch walls. “Next time we meet, I will emancipate your head from your shoulders!”
When he was in his true form, whatever it was Umino possessed tugged at his soul; now, it pulled at his mind. Once more, rich laughter bubbled up from Hatake’s belly. “Bold speech from the mouth of a milquetoast. How fortunate it is, Dr. Umino … I find you amusing,” he said as a crooked grin played across his lips. His eyes fall to an area just above the white high collared shirt Iruka wore and a cold slender finger reaches out to trace over the line of a pulsating vein. “Humans,” he chuckled, “their feeble minds conceive that which their friable bodies cannot sustain.” He let his fingers trail further down, until his hand hovered over Iruka’s breast pocket; the warmth radiating from it familiar. “We’re going to be colleagues and as such, we will meet again. However, before I can let you leave this time, there is one thing I must take from you,” he told him while slender fingers started unbuttoning Iruka’s jacket. Maneuvering the other man’s arms to his side, Lord Hatake removes the jacket, carelessly flinging it aside; his shirt follows shortly thereafter.
Curiously, the force which compelled him come closer, diminishes.
“I’d hate for you to leave thinking me inhospitable, so I have a gift for you as well, my dear Dr. Umino.”
Maito, who has transformed into his human appearance, now stands beside his Master, a porcelain tray balanced on his palm. Three empty syringes lay on its surface.
Once again, Iruka’s arms are stretched over his head and held in place by Kakashi’s power. “Do try and hold still for this, Dr. Umino. A tiny prick … won’t hurt much.” With a practiced hand, Lord Hatake jabs him in the axillary artery time and again, until each syringe is filled with Iruka’s life force. “There now,” he said, waving his hand over the tray which now holds the cylinders of this precious liquid.
Without hesitation, the Master leans down; the tip of his tongue flickering over each of the small punctures.
In abashed silence, the tray rattles in Maito’s hands as he glances between his Master and Umino. Rather than risk the ire of Lord Hatake, he does an about face and heads to the apothecary cabinet, stunned. His breathing irregular, his hands trembling as they transfer the fresh drawn blood into three vials. Surely the tiniest drops will do him no harm. Still, he turns hoping to prevent further ingestion of that which was expressly forbidden.
“As promised,” the Master said as he rose to his full height, “here now is your gift.”
He pressed himself chest to chest with Iruka, looking down into determined brown eyes; the sweetness of his breath coming in refreshing huffs against the skin of Hatake’s jaw. Like a whirling dervish, the blood red eye spins as he leans in. “My personal seal … marking you as my servant. With this, my will becomes yours. And from this moment forward, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing ... you will quit all to rush to my side when called--”
Iruka lifts his head to spit in the master’s face. “I’ll not be your lap dog Hatake!”
Though the floor rumbles beneath their feet, and mortar dust flies from the quaking walls, Hatake moves not an inch.   “Why, ‘little Iruka,’ you’re quite the feisty one. I’ll take special care to beat that out of you. And so that we’re clear, you shall be whatever I choose, Umino.” As the spittle slides down his face, Hatake presses his hand to the other man's chest. The smell and sizzle of searing flesh and the sound of Iruka’s screams make him smile before the good doctor passes out from the pain.
Having returned to Lord Hatake’s side, Maito stands astonied as his Master’s eyebrow raises. “The seal is meeting resistance … something’s in the way; he must be further humbled.”
“What would you have me do my Lord?”
At that precise moment, Kama's spirit awakens from rest inside Kakashi bringing with it the urge to snap Iruka in twain.
“Strip him completely, then stand back.”
Shivers ran along his spine as he saw Master’s hand reaching for the fasteners of his trousers. He could not hold back now, as he remembered Jiraiya’s warning. “No, my Lord, you mustn’t ... I beg you, please do not do this! The third element--!”
“It is secured!” Hatake bellowed.
“Master, should something go awry, we need take precautions.” With the power of the rising moon, Kama's spirit grows enraged and the collar around Maito’s neck painfully constricts. “My Lord … please … no good will come of this!”
Hatake pressed his body against his quarry once again, his fangs scraping over skin of Iruka’s exposed throat; his body shaking with need as Iruka can offer no resistance.
The taste of innocent blood still fresh in his mouth … he must have more.
Heedless of consequence, Kama forces him to take the first bite; euphoria makes weak his knees and Lord Hatake staggers backwards as if drunken. Maito quickly pulls him away and for his effort, he is immediately back handed through the opposite wall. The voice which speaks to him this time, is not his Master's.
“Will you choose banishment above obedience?”
“My duty,” he choked out, “is to protect my Master--”
“Infidel!” Boomed the voice. “A slave’s duty is to obey! You dare prevent the will of a god?”
Unconsciousness is only seconds away, this Maito knows. Before his eyes there forms a thick grey mist and through it steps a savior; the specter of Lord Hatake Sakumo stands beside an incoherent Kakashi.
The apparition held up its hands in surrender, it’s voice doleful.
“Kama … my father,” he said with a bow, “thy will be done, but as in days past, I beseech thee; turn back thine anger onto me … release my son! He is flesh of your flesh, bone of your bone … let me order his steps, let me guide him in the paths you have set forth, and by my plight, he will walk therein.”
In the blink of an eye, the crushing pressure against Maito’s windpipe lessens, Lord Sakumo vanishes and Kakashi lets out a yell, falling to his knees; in an instant, Maito is freed from the broken bricks about him and runs to collect his Lord ere he keels over.
Cradled in the arms of his servant, the Master whispers, “The seal holds … leave me. There is still much to be done this night. Set a watch, I shall summon him at the appointed time.”
Recherché
"What ya think,” Kotetsu asked, “he seems more relaxed than before, right?”
“Yes, but he’s been avoiding us since he got back. I saw him and the Governor with their heads together for a while and since then, he's been dancing up a storm."
"So what Zumo? Geez ... he’s having the time of his life, let him.”
Recherché
“You been avoiding me Inspector?”
“Not just you, Lady Tsunade ... I’ve been doing my damnedest to avoid everyone.”
"Then thank the heavens I’m not easily offended,” she said with a smile. "Come, dance with me ... tell me something good.”
“Well, I heard Orochimaru was taken to hospital earlier, currently his status is unknown.”
“Such a pity, though I can’t imagine why his sudden illness would keep Danzou from being here. I do hope my dear friends are alright.”
They looked to one another and burst out laughing as they stepped onto the dance floor.
Recherché
A runner dispatched finds the Coroner between the old morgue and the town square. "Come quick!"
Leaving the students to sort out equipment and bodies, the runner and Genma head out. “Seen flames over the ridge line so we came arunnin,’a member of the fire brigade said as Genma alights from the wagon in the bend of the driveway. "Pulled out as many as we could fore them timbers started fallin.' Worse thing I ever did see, folks all cut up like ‘at.”
Bowing before him with hat in hand, the Coroner said, “For this last act of kindness, I thank you and your friends on behalf of the family. Reckon we're gonna need more wagons."
Stacked up like cords of firewood are the charred remains of one of Konoha’s noble families and their servants. This sad convoy will quietly wend its way from the Uchiha compound to the hospital morgue. Twenty-one souls lost. Into the night will they work, examining what they can salvage from the bodies, coating them with embalming powders and finally, wrapping them in yards of fine linens and aromatic herbs. And from the lumber mills, wagon after wagon will haul kiln dried pine to weary cabinet makers roused from their beds to fashion coffins.
Recherché
“My father’s presence,” said the Master as they walked to the place of sacrifice, “I sensed it earlier and distinctly heard his voice while Umino stood before me.”
Realizing his Master was unaware of Lord Sakumo’s intervention, Maito dares not contradict. “The shaman said your ancestors were calling to him, and to you as well.”
“This was a singular voice that became more perceptible after I placed the seal on Umino.” He wrinkled his nose saying, “And that smell--”
“Burning flesh Master?”
“Something far more repugnant.”
“You will forgive me my Lord, but the only scent I detected was fear--”
“Probity … I could taste it in his blood.”
“Understood, I’ll have the Yasha--”
“Need I remind you to whom Umino belongs?”
“No, Master.” He outpaced his Lord by a few steps to kneel before him. “Grant your servant permission to speak freely.”
Kakashi halted and inclined his head.
“This probity you speak of My Lord ... I’ve heard stories of it being the downfall of a great house; righteousness triumphing over evil--”
“Stand to your feet. I’ve told you before, Umino and his friends are no threat to us. All though the evening, they were jostled about on the dance floor and in the buffet line; their periapts systematically removed and destroyed by our special guests. Though the constables have one of them in custody, the Yasha will attend to that situation. My seal rests over his heart rendering him like unto any of my servants--”
“Master ... this Umino … he is nothing like Kinoe was. He doesn’t fear you in the same way, nor has he respect for you my Lord.”
The Master’s smile was a confident one. “Not yet ... but he will.”
Recherché
Having successfully disentangled himself from the Governor, Ibiki was standing at the bar with Aoba when Lord Hatake approached.
"Sorry I missed you earlier Inspector. I do hope you're enjoying the evening thus far. The servants are setting up blankets on the back lawn, bonfires should be lit soon and Kinoe tells me there will be a firework display later--"
"Nothing personal sir, but this sorta gathering isn't exactly my cup of tea."
"It isn't mine either," he whispered, "but one must do what is expected from time to time." He looked about the room and leaned in to whisper, "I was thinking of slipping off to the salon for some cognac and a good cigar. Care to join me? We could pass the time with a quiet game of shogi--"
"Now you're talking my language. But I must warn you Lord Hatake .. I’m a damn good player; I won’t let you win easily.”
“Excellent. Challenge accepted Inspector.”
“Mind if I let my men know where to find us should they need me?"
"Of course not, I am at leisure to neglect my guests; your work is far more important.”
“Let me know the second Ryota gets here,” he instructs Aoba. “I’ll be in conference with the master of the manor, down the hall in the salon.”
Recherché
“Three numina … are you certain?” Sai asks of the messenger. “And Dr. Umino is where? I must get word to his friends, though I doubt they can help him now; he bears the seal and has received the first bite. You and your brothers, gather these supplies from the forest,” he says hastily scrawling a note. “Perhaps there is still a chance to cleanse his blood.”
Recherché
When Iruka comes to himself, he’s still pressed to the wall, arms above his head and naked from the waist up. Another loathsome beast his keeper.
"You can't hold me here forever," he snapped. "My friends are--"
"Nothing more than salubrious mouthfuls for beings like me," mocked his jailor. "Be grateful … the Master's mark is the only thing that keeps you from being my next meal."
Notes:
Yukimura: “snow village.”

Suzu: “bell."
Odious: repugnant, disgusting, abominable.
Doppelgänger: an apparition or double of a living person.
Probity: the quality of having strong moral principles, honesty and decency. Complete and confirmed integrity.
Friable: easily crumbled or pulverized.
Milquetoast: timid, meek or unassertive.
Abashed: made to feel uncomfortable, disconcerted or embarrassed by something that has taken place or been said.
Astonied (archaic): briefly deprived of the power to act; filled with the emotional impact of overwhelming surprise or shock.
Axillary artery: a large blood vessel that moves oxygenated blood to the lateral aspect of the chest, the axilla (armpit) and the upper limb.
Doleful: expressing sorrow, full of grief.
Plight (archaic): to pledge one’s word or oath; solemnly pledge or promise (faith or loyalty).
Periapt: a charm or amulet.
Salubrious: conducive or favorable to health or well-being.
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