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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 1-4: 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, hard yaoi and implied rape. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE.
AN: This chapter has explicit underage sex, and rimming. It's in the middle if you want know, to avoid it, or wait for the next chapter. There's some violence in the battle at the end and in the teaser.
The next chapter has alot of violence, but not really any explicit sex.
Thanks to Jormun, Sony Boy, Nightmaric for awesome prompts that made me write quickly!
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...previously...
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.
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Ookami heard the soft bamf! of Shushin and wasn't surprised when the door opened again. He didn't expect Hibagon or Ikiryou to arrive together however, and made note of it silently.
Namazu having arrived earlier, the catfish-masked woman was already pouring over the newly available maps and intel that the Hokage had handed him, her specialty being wide-area destruction jutsu and siege tactics.
"We have confirmation?" Ikiryou asked, and despite it not being anywhere near a whisper the words still felt like they were barely audible.
Ookami knew of the ANBU only distantly; even though they were both in Assassination, their methods and assignments were different. Where Ookami was a sword, designed to intimidate and to pierce through armor, Ikiryou was a stiletto, and was never meant to be seen. Or heard, the wolf-masked ANBU mused, as he responded to the not-a-whisper.
"Yes. Orochimaru will move in a month. The Hokage has decided to ambush him right before arrival at Yatomaru's base; we will need squads formed to tie up his guards and to suppress the base itself. We have a partial roster of their lower ranked nin so we have some idea of what to expect." Ookami raised a shoulder questioningly, "The Hokage indicated that plans have already been drawn up to attack the compound."
Ikiryou and Hibagon both nodded, and Hibagon reached into his pouch and pulled out a thick and tightly furled scroll.
"Ey, you both worked on this?" Namazu reached over, plucked it from Hibagon's hands, and started skimming it. "Not bad, not bad, solid, for the intel you had. Eh, what's this? Extraction plans?"
Ookami tamped down on his sudden curiosity; watch and overhear, his instincts said.
Hibagon shrugged, with his large shoulders it looked like a mountain was scratching itself. "Those won't be necessary anymore. Would've removed them first, but you jumped the hog."
Namazu just waved absently and started laying the pre-made plans and the partial map side-by-side with the confirmed layout and her notes.
"We'll need to pull this together quickly," Ookami stated. "The ANBU should start seeding themselves into the area two weeks beforehand to prep the ambush. But some squads need to be reorganized due to the new information we got on their shinobi, and they require at least a week if not more to get their teamwork up to speed. That just barely gives us enough time."
The others nodded and they got down to work, the siege complicated by the ambush happening simultaneously, the need to capture some members alive, and the retrieval of Konoha's kidnapped children.
When everybody had a good rhythm going, Ookami raised his head from the paperwork on the squads he'd been restructuring and lightly asked, "Are any of you familiar with Uwan? I've orders to add him to a squad, but I haven't heard much about him, and his data's sparse."
It was even almost true, most of Uwan's records were classified, and while Ookami's work in Combat and Tactics brought him into contact with many of the ANBU, those in Infiltration or Assassination usually worked solo missions or, rarely, in a permanent pair. The fact that Ikiryou was working with them indicated he himself was the source of at least some of their information regarding the location they were currently studying; the same location as the mission Uwan was sent on.
Ookami's instincts reminded him, also, Ikiryou is a stealth expert.
But both Hibagon and the assassin tensed. It was just the slightest, but they were ANBU and all of ANBU were trained in stealth and self-control, even if they never specialize. For both of them to be so affected... Ookami kept his gaze easy and himself loose-limbed. "You both know him then?"
"Yeah." Hibagon answered shortly. "The Hokage wants him added to a squad?"
Ookami nodded, "One of the ones assigned to tracking and retrieving genin and chunin who are making a run for it."
The bear-like man tapped a nail against the table thoughtfully and exchanged a glance with the soft-spoken assassin. "Hmm, put him on mine."
"Yours is further afield and tracking down jounin," he pointed out and raised an eyebrow.
"They might be traveling with subordinates. And the guy's good at support, we work well together." Hibagon's mask was a dark snarling beast and it smiled at him.
"As you will," Ookami shrugged, and made a note on the paper and several in his head. The tilt of Namazu's mask, even as she'd kept her eyes on her own paper, indicated she was listening; but either had nothing to say or was choosing not speak up.
They continued working.
Eventually Namazu yelled for a food and stretch break. Those who had summons, namely Ookami and Ikiryou, sent them off with food orders from the others. Kakashi removed his ceramic mask because not only was it break, but it was kind of pointless trying to hide his identity among ANBU, or, for that matter, most shinobi. (The tragedy of a famous father and an infamous eyeball.) It was one of the reasons why his style focused more on power rather than on stealth.
Like it was a signal, the other ANBU removed their masks. Namazu was a fairly average looking woman, brown-haired, her mouth a little too wide to make her pretty until you noticed her snapping eyes. It fit her catfish mask, Kakashi thought. Hibagon had the strong, solid features his body-type suggested at, black hair, a heavy jawline, and a large nose. Ikiryou was fairly forgettable.
Kakashi stayed by the door after sending out Pakkun, he was rather hungry and slouched against the wall, pulling out his book. The others tried to draw him into conversation, but they weren't saying much that was interesting so he ignored them.
Hibagon huffed, eye twitching. He then leaned back in his chair, balancing on one leg, and turned to Ikiryou.
"He pulled it off." Hibagon said heavily.
"He pulled it off." Ikiryou replied, in that same not-quiet way that seemed like a whisper.
"Balls of steel, I swear."
"I still can't believe he went through with it." This was even more of a whisper than his other statements. Kakashi was paying careful attention despite not looking like it, and even then only barely caught the trace of guilt in his voice.
Guilt? Kakashi thought.
"You thought he wouldn't make it back?" the large man protested.
"There's more than one way of not returning, you know that." Ikiryou replied.
The assassin was to Hibagon's left, the female ANBU was on his right, the empty seat towards the doorway by where Kakashi was slouched. It was how he saw Hibagon's left eye independently turn to Ikiryou, with a look that was sympathetic and a little anguished; the eye closest to Namazu didn't change. Kakashi was impressed by the finesse that displayed, only true taijutsu masters have such fine control in their muscles, and while Gai had the muscle control, he didn't have the inclination to be so subtle. (Also, the fact that Hibagon was sharing sympathy and anguish with Ikiryou was very telling. Either they were in some sort of messy love triangle with a random third person or...)
"Ey, what are you guys talking about?" Namazu asked lazily, slightly miffed at the vague speech between the two.
Hibagon's left eye and Ikiryou exchanged a look.
"The operative that us got this information," the huge man finally replied, waving at the table, a strange tone in his voice.
(...or they know Naruto, Kakashi thought, with triumph.)
"Tch. The guy must be pretty good, they have a tight setup here," she tapped at the maps.
"He's the best stealth expert we have," the assassin said calmly, smooth as dust in sunlight. It drew everyone's eyes because, while not as famous as the Copy Nin, among Konoha ANBU the man's stealth skills were spoken of widely and with awe and respect.
"That's high praise, ey. Very high praise. But," the catfish ANBU leaned forward, "I find it interesting: you don't sound jealous."
"I trained him," it was said gently, but roughened with a small amount of frustration, and with pride.
"Hah, no wonder."
Hibagon chuckled, "Yeah it's almost a pity the Hokage doesn't want him on assassinations, he has the skill for it." Kakashi recognized what that tone was, now and from before, because it was the same blend of frustration and pride found in Ikiryou's voice.
"Ey? Why doesn't the Hokage want him, if he can take the missions?"
Ikiryou was looking at Hibagon sternly, and the bear-like man's left eye was apologetic.
"It's classified." Hibagon demurred.
"Right." The woman looked at the two of them, and shrugged easily. It was a common response when talking among ANBU.
"Food's here." Kakashi announced and snapped his book shut. When he opened the door the smell of their meals hit the members inside.
"Better nose than the Inuzuka, eh?" Namazu chuckled and fetched her box.
"What I still can't understand," Hibagon muttered, as they ate, "Is how he manages to eat around ANBU without anyone catching him with his mask off." They both turned to the stealth expert.
Ikiryou shrugged and not quite whispered, "I would like to know as well."
They all looked at Kakashi, but his bento was already empty. They looked at him then, with disbelief.
"Se~cret." Kakashi sing-songed, and opened his Icha Icha, a part of his mind busy with other things.
.o0o.
They'd separated for sleep and showers after two days straight of working and arguing over the plans, and frankly they all needed it. Planning an invasion was pain-staking work, to make strategies that everyone knew in the back of their minds might not survive first contact. Kakashi actually didn't plan on the sleeping part, he just took a soldier pill and started sending messages to the squad captains regarding the new teams and the mandatory meeting in one and a half days.
He found himself finishing early, so went back to the Tower and settled into a nook to read. He decided it had been a very good plan because he managed to catch a certain conversation.
"So how is he?" was asked, like a whisper.
"Surprisingly fine, actually," roughly, relieved, voice like a mountain settling.
"That tells me nothing," very flat.
"He looks okay, still chipper," there was a pause. "But we sparred a little and his reactions are kinda off." Quietly, "And he kinda startles. Just a bit."
"...startles? Him?"
"Yeah."
"We should have Mujina talk to him."
"She's on that long-term mission in Suna though," strained.
"Damn."
It looked like Kakashi was going to have to talk to the Hokage, good thing he has a reputation of being late to meetings.
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It was two days after that, after a whirlwind of plans and meetings, when all the ANBU captains were brought up to speed and separated to inform their squads, that Kakashi finally had the time to check in on the kid. When he'd raised his concerns to the Hokage, the old man had simply looked at him thoughtfully and suggested he go talk to Naruto, giving him the boy's address.
"Talk to him?" he'd asked in mild disbelief. "That will help?"
"If it's with people familiar to him and that he trusts, yes."
"You think he trusts me?" he'd kept his face flat and bored and expressionless. It was a bit difficult.
"You believe that he doesn't?" The Sandaime had looked at him, and it felt like he was raising his eyebrow. "You knew him from before, and you already have clearance to know his mission details. I could see that he was...satisfied with what occurred during your time together, when I caught sight of him just before he'd left for the gates."
Kakashi had held himself very still, tensed, slouched.
"There's a shadow in his eyes now, Kakashi. And I would see it gone." Sarutobi had looked at his desk, then, "Talk to him."
"Hai, Hokage-sama." The tone in the Sandaime's voice had nearly made it an order, so the Copy Nin had responded in kind.
Which was why Kakashi was now slipping into Naruto's apartment via his window.
"Yo."
"Coming to check on me too?" Naruto flicked his eyes toward him then continued looking out the window.
"Too?" He slipped in the small space between the window and the bed to lean on the wall furthest from the boy. He pulled out his Icha Icha and tried to find a mellow bit.
"My kenjutsu instructor told me to take a day off already, so you can just drop it."
"Did he?" Kakashi flipped a page, hmm, battle scene. That'll do.
"I don't need a day off." Naruto punched his mattress.
"I heard you were startling at things you shouldn't have."
"I don't startle," the boy muttered, "he does."
Kakashi blinked and snapped the book closed, resting his hand on his hip. "Should I be concerned?" Talking in third person is somewhat odd, even for nin.
The boy grimaced at him, and huffed, "I don't know how much you know of what intel guys do, you've kept mostly in Tactics and Assassination right?"
He nodded.
"Okay, like, you don't really 'pretend' to be other people. It's too easy to mess up. The person you change into is still you, but a small part of you, or who you used to be, that's made... bigger, louder I guess, and covers the rest."
"And you let the personality slide back when the mission is over?" The Copy Nin guessed, "Like chakra in a Henge?"
"Yeah. But it's not," and the small body was defensive, "going back into place, like it did before." The boy was still not looking at him so Kakashi pulled the book back up.
"Your mission was very--" Kakashi tried to find a word. Couldn't.
"Yeah, it 'was'," Naruto snorted and flopped backwards to stare at the ceiling. "Hey, thanks by the way."
"Aa?"
"You helped," the blond shrugged uneasily. "Remembering, helped. During."
Kakashi slipped the book into a pocket and wanted to fidget, awkward, walked forward to look down at him in the eye, "You're welcome."
The blue eyes held him, solemn, and searching, thoughts flickering behind them faster than he could catch. And he was so busy trying to figure out what to do next that he was caught off-guard when Naruto climbed him, hand over fist, yanked him down with a handful of shirt, then a handful of mask, then met him with a mouthful of tongue.
His noise of protest went unheeded, so Kakashi started gently peeling the boy from himself. It was remarkably difficult, the blond was like a leech.
"You helped before!" Naruto protested when they separated.
"You, you rea--" Kakashi sputtered. "It's not the same!"
"Because Jii-san made it a mission?!"
Kakashi just held up a hand, biting the fingers on the other, and quickly closed the window then sealed the room to muffle sound.
"So, only because you were ordered to?" Naruto asked, bitterly and, under that, betrayed.
"You really think that." Kakashi stated, afraid to ask.
Naruto opened his mouth, then sighed, "No." He looked away, "Is it because of my age?"
Kakashi shifted, slouching, droop-eyed, and not looking either.
"I'm not a child."
He just blandly stared at the blond, not saying anything, and Naruto threw a pillow at him.
"You know what I meant!"
"I came to talk to you," he tried, speaking slowly, settling tiredly on the bed, "Just to talk. Sandaime said it would help." He paused and poked at the elephant in the room, "I don't think that having sex will solve anything."
"I want to remember who I am," Naruto retorted. The blue eyes were hard, and determined. "I was me, during those two days with you. I'm not that kid that Yatomaru fucked."
"It's still your body." Kakashi pointed out, confused.
"But it's not my reactions. I don't move like him, I don't think like him!" Naruto shouted. "It's fucking pissing me off, this isn't me." Then, quietly, "I haven't been that, that weak, in ages."
Kakashi thinks back to the waif that appeared in their bed when the boy was showing off his infiltration skills. It makes him want to destroy something when he realizes that hungry-looking child was who Yatomaru saw, who that trash raped, because he realizes now that at least some part of that waif was real. Small, brittle, and without shields.
It makes him want to reach out and hug the blond to him, but he isn't sure that would be appropriate.
"There's probably a," Kakashi ran a hand through his hair, "a different way to work through this. I'm sure that this has happened on other infiltrations."
"There is, sorta," Naruto shifted, watching him, "But it takes time and people I can trust. Mujina-sensei, she taught me infiltration work, she's on a long term mission, and I'm not gonna bother the others. They looked dead on their feet with all the planning and stuff going on and they..."
Kakashi just waited patiently, with a questioning tilt.
"Talking about it hurts them alot," Naruto said, finally. "So they don't really want me to talk about it. And they won't let me train much. And I keep... remembering things, and then I tell myself if it was me I would've done this or done that, instead." The boy snorted, glared, "But, I shouldn't have to be telling myself. I should know."
As Kakashi watched the blond turn all his anger inward, on himself, Obito's eye burned. It told him, Those who don't take care of their comrades, are lower than trash.
"I wanna face this head-on," blue, blue eyes looked up at Kakashi, "Please."
He sighed, and laid a hand on the blond head.
"Only to help you get over this," Kakashi said, both to Naruto and to himself. And the boy beamed, sunny, and turned towards him, tugging his mask the rest of the way off, his kiss was a 'thank you' and a 'thank god' all at once.
"Um, if I freeze or something," Naruto mumbled against his lips, "just, like, touch me or keep touching me, and maybe say my name."
"You," Kakashi murmured, making it a question, "like my hands."
"They're kind."
Which still doesn't explain half of the way the kid reacts to them, but he'll follow up on that later.
They skim off each other's clothes, and touch, in fits and starts, with Naruto a bit twitchy and trying to go too fast and then freezing. But Kakashi calmed the boy's movements, and he hummed, 'its okay'.
And he kept his hands gliding across skin.
.o0o.
He was tonguing the blond, hands gently spreading ass cheeks apart, and making careful slow licks inwards, Naruto gasping into the sheets. His entire body moved as if he couldn't decide whether to get closer to Kakashi or squirm in pleasure, because squirming might move them apart. The blond fluttered around his tongue like he was trying to pull him in, and cried out.
So sweet, he thought, leaning back just a little to watch the pucker pulse, running a careful thumbnail against the edge, it--
"Pffft!"
Kakashi blinked mildly, and took a peek at the boy's face.
It was red.
"Did you just fart?"
Naruto had a look on his face like he was about to start apologizing.
Well we can't have that, Kakashi thought, and he leaned in and blew a very loud raspberry on the cheek in his right hand.
The boy gaped at him, snorted, and started laughing instead.
Kakashi feels a grin stretch across his face, and something loosen in his chest that'd been tight for weeks. He smoothes his hands up the blond's sides to feel the laughter, and tickles him some, to hear it more. And Naruto yells and squirms in his grip, like he's trying to hold a thousand birds, bright; light pealing out and shadows falling away.
.o0o.
Kakashi is less thrusting, Naruto thinks, almost mindless with frustration, than he is crawling his way in, tiny, tiny pulses forward that then retreat a bit, to nudge in just a little bit more. He can't get any leverage to thrust up himself because the bastard's got a hold of his hips, and was leaning over pressing Naruto's torso into the mattress with the man's own, and his knees were spread too wide. Every breath he takes feels thick, with heat and scent and not nearly enough movement, dammit.
"Nnnnngh, faster."
"No," the silver-haired man says mildly, god, how can he sound mild.
"Please."
"No."
Naruto tries to squirm, gets nowhere, tries clenching inside, and Kakashi's cock just retreats, only comes back when he goes loose, he presses his face flat against the mattress and whines, "come on!"
"You didn't want to spend more time stretching," it sounds only a little breathless. "And I don't want to hurt you." Kakashi's going-- ohfuck-- so slow. Teasing at the edge of that spot which made him see stars.
"I'm gonna hurt you," he replies, between gasps.
"Mmhmm."
"I'm gonna kick you in the face," he panted out and Kakashi was-- oh god, there-- and now just nudging the head of his dick backforth, backforth across it. Naruto kinda wails, tries to move, fails, and feels utterly powerless. It should make him afraid, but it doesn't, and Naruto's so surprised that he almost misses the man's reply.
"You realize I'm holding you down," at least they're both panting now.
"I'll fart again," he threatens, half serious, half still surprised.
"That's nice." Kakashi gives a lazy, twisting thrust, "Might be interesting."
Naruto moans and just gives up and lets go, completely untenses, and lets sound fall out of his mouth every which way.
Kakashi moves, lazy, in and out, the edges of Naruto's asshole feeling along every dip and vein, the man's cock working it's way slow and slow and then, finally, deep. Then at last he's all in,and Kakashi's panting into his hair, chest heaving against his back, fuzziness tickling his ass, fuzziness in the blond's mind, and he just feels, fuzzy, all warm and enclosed and when he gulps in breaths even the air tastes of Kakashi, safe. And when Kakashi moves again, relentless and slow, Naruto just moans and shivers and lets him--
and when he finally comes there's barely a change, he already feels like he'd been coming, for hours.
.o0o.
"Ah, Hibagon."
"Hokage-sama," he nodded in reply.
"How is Uwan? I see he'd been placed with your team."
"Yeah, narrow miss, that. He could've been placed with someone else."
The Sandaime does not let a smile cross his face. Uwan really couldn't have had, with the people in that room. "That would have been a problem?"
"Could've been. He was shaky at first, after coming back from his mission."
"At first? I assume he is better now?" Sarutobi let the worry into his voice. Hibagon, now long in having concern and affection for the boy, would appreciate knowing his Hokage held a similar regard. "Can he safely participate in this attack?"
"Absolutely. Once in awhile, you can still catch him looking a bit solemn, if he thinks you're not paying attention. But he's back to fighting form and even more slippery."
"Excellent."
"I'm surprised how much a day's break helped him to be honest. Ikiryou and I half expected we'd have to drag him to Suna," he joked.
"Mmm," Sarutobi smiled. "I'm glad he's better, then, whatever the cause."
.o0o.
The ANBU were in position, the trap has been set, and its the morning of Orochimaru's arrival.
"Sarutobi."
The Sandaime looked up at the unfamiliarly hard tone in his student's voice. He was unsurprised at what he saw and gestured the toad-sage 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."
"You yourself were angry at the possibility that we might not make a strike." Hiruzen peered at his student, "I know you, you would have been furious for the next three years."
"I'm furious at you now."
"I've been getting a lot of that, should it help."
Jiraiya narrowed his eyes at him. But Sarutobi just held up a hand.
"We will talk more after we handle my wayward student, and after you've looked at the children we've saved. And perhaps after you've seen the boy for yourself."
The toad-sennin's face flattened. "Sarutobi, I don't think--"
"No you don't. I think that the boy would appreciate meeting his godfather."
"I'm hardly--" and then there was an explosion. But not from where there was supposed to be one.
Something's wrong.
"Damned interruptions. Later, old man."
Sarutobi just nodded. They moved.
.o0o.
"I have to admit, I'm impressed, sensei," Orochimaru remarked casually as the Noibo sank into his gut. "I'd never thought you'd be one to take initiative." Then earth crumbled around the staff as the bushin reverted and Hiruzen ducked Kusanagi's swing at his six.
The snake-sennin's advanced guard had stumbled onto the far edge of the ambush before Orochimaru was fully in position and surrounded. It cost them Akabeko and Kirin, who'd held up the missing-nin in a suicidal holding pattern long enough that Sarutobi was able to arrive and engage his student.
"Is it wrong to hope that you'd see reason?" Hiruzen worked his way from tree to ground, and brought up a Doton wall. A snake punched through it and sank it's teeth into his throat.
"I've always seen reason, Sarutobi, it's you who do not understand what you see." The snake-sennin lept, avoiding the hand grasping from the ground. The bushin behind the wall slurped back into the ground while the snake de-summoned with a mouthful of mud and a poof!
Orochimaru brought up his sword upon landing and met Noibo with a clang.
"I pity you," the Sandaime said, pressing his weapon in.
"What in this wide world stands still?!" Orochimaru hissed, pressing back, and practically stamped in frustration. "What does not seek power?!"
"Your seeking leads to madness." Sarutobi shifted around, turning them for advantage. His student moved too, compensating.
"Better madness. If you're not seeking and moving, then you're dead," he flung the summoned bo staff away from him and charged chakra through his blade. It came at the Hokage in a shrieking blast, that he'd barely managed to catch with the Noibo.
The staff shuddered.
"I'm sorry Hiruzen," Enma said, before disappearing.
"It was enough, old friend," he whispered, before the followup blast of wind caught him, throwing him out of the treeline. He tried to control the fall as much as he could, and skidded into and across the field of wild rice, coughing. The tall form chased after him, a stalking, that was smooth and quick like a cobra's strike.
There.
"It's over, sensei," the snake-sennin hissed, and raised his sword. "I didn't even have to exert myself."
"Yes, it's already over," Sarutobi replied.
The ground glowed through the waist-high grasses, seal writ large and crawling.
"What?!" Orochimaru yelled, body frozen, struggle in his eyes.
"The seal should have locked your muscles and chakra by now," Hiruzen said gently. The entire battle was for this, to maneuver his student from the where he would assume Sarutobi had advantage in the trees and near his ANBU onto what the snake summoner might consider his own 'home turf' of grassland. But instead it was where Jiraiya had quickly laid down thick chakra-laced ink and hid, when they'd initially separated once the fighting started.
Even as the snake-sennin shrieked in outrage and struggled, he grew fainter, and the seal brighter.
"I had such hope for you, you know. Brilliance such as yours came only once every couple decades." The old man sighed, "But you only loved power."
"Power is all that there is," he hissed, insisted, wild. "Power and knowledge."
"Then maybe this will be enough for you, my student," Hiruzen replied, and stepped forward, as Orochimaru tore apart into chakra and the seal snapped in, a sharp tug against his stomach and a lurch against his soul. He fell to his knees as the air around him settled, and placed a shaking hand against his belly. There was the distant sounds of battle, but Hiruzen ignored that because it--
He. Feels curious. Peering around and surprised.
"So," Jiraiya appeared, mouth long and flat and curled up at the ends like it was trying to smile, "How's the baby?"
"Jiraiya," he moaned, getting up.
"Well?" the seal-master asked. His eyes were insistent.
"...curious." Hiruzen finally replied.
He waited.
"He feels curious and he's. He's exploring, as much as he's able." It was a very strange experience, housing another soul. Sarutobi was almost tempted to compare notes with young Naruto except for the fact that he still doesn't think that Orochimaru could be similar to the Nine Tails, and their seals were only passingly alike, and Naruto has no other experience to draw on.
"Sounds about right," Jiraiya nodded. "The Iwa sealing method allows much more mental contact, but greater overall control. Though the four part mongoose seals I've adapted will add another layer of fail-safes; so you have final veto if you needed to stuff his soul back into a corner."
"Good," Hiruzen said.
"And you never know," the toad-sage said falsely bright, "Maybe this will finally make him happy, living in the mind of The Professor."
"Maybe so," he chuckled, "Maybe so." There was an explosion from nearby, and the earth shook. "Think these children need a hand?"
"You'd always been a hands-off kinda teacher," Jiraiya pointed out, cynically.
"Well, perhaps there needs to be a change." Sarutobi looked at the sun, "There's still some hours yet before I should start returning to the village, and I find myself with an excess of chakra."
His student nodded, uneasiness around his eyes, but fell into step as he sped towards the battlegrounds.
I will not let my shinobi shoulder all my mistakes alone, the Sandaime thought.
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...end chapter 4...
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AN: If you liked this at all, please leave me a note! Even a short response encourages me to write more!
Also! Sarutochimaru. ::grins:: THOUGHTS? And I keep failing at having a detailed battle scene. D= THEY'RE HARD. Any tips?
And the OC's, good? bad? needs more (insert something here)?
Geography - based on available maps, Rice country is about half the distance of Konoha to Suna. Yatomaru's base, I'm staging at the Rice country border because borderlands have interesting landscape quirks that I want to play with. It takes three days to run from Konoha to Suna, so only 1.5 days to get to Rice; so for the Hokage, a total of 2.5~3 days of travel, plus a day of waiting/battle.
Sarutochimaru's Jinchuuriki seal - I'm assuming that this seal is the same as Iwa used for the Four and Five tails that they'd lost to the Akatsuki (and thus we never see). Orochimaru was able to match Naruto's Four Tail form too, so that worked out. Also, this variant was not used for Naruto because despite the advantages in chakra control, it allows much closer contact mentally with whatever's being sealed. ::wry:: Do we see this causing problems later? Yes we do.
Hibagon - is the Japanese equivalent of the Bigfoot or Yeti.
Ikiryou - essentially a living ghost, as it is a living person's soul outside of their body.
Namazu - a giant catfish that causes earthquakes.
Mujina - a shapeshifting badger.
Akabeko - a red cow involved in the construction of Enzō-ji in Yanaizu, Fukushima.
Kirin - giraffe or a legendary creature (depending on the kanji)
Healing sex - ^^; I hoped I dodged the penis-makes-everything-better trope. PTSD and therapy is a tricky business; you can actually cause yourself more trauma after a trauma happens by not dealing with it and/or not talking about it and/or avoiding the issue in other ways. Shame and feelings of helplessness and hopelessness, all exacerbate the issue, as well as feeling like you 'can't talk about it with anyone' and 'nobody understands'.
For that matter, Sasuke is really, really, ridiculously traumatized and broken. Isolation, shame, helplessness, it's all there. And the kicker is he thinks he's fine, mentally, that mentally he just needs more of the same and that the entire problem is with his physical strength. Since he's not admitting that he has a problem, no one can help him with it because he won't let them.
Naruto here is asking for help, facing it dead-on, with full realization and a lot of psychological training, and willingly. And he not only wants to get better, but he's throwing himself into the painful bits instead of avoiding them, with a partner who's not only willing to go at Naruto's pace, but to slow him the fuck down; and who's also looking the problem in the eye, as well as being intuitive and understanding (yay for genius XD). That's not to say that the problem is all solved and washed away... but the rest of that will just need time.
And more chapters. x.x
Ranks & Skill Worldbuilding - The ANBU in this fic are the Hokage's personal troops, and are a combination of specialized chunin and jounin. In this fic the chunin make up the bulk of the ninja forces, normally outnumbering the jounin 4:1, while in the ANBU it's roughly 1:1. Chunin that leave the ANBU are usually at least upper chunin level, and due to the specialized training given, can usually easily qualify for special Jounin status. Current total ANBU at the end of this chapter is 64.
An average chunin can beat three average genin, with a bit of difficulty, but will not be able to leave them much alive; while an average jounin can, with ease. In a Chunin v. Chunin or Genin v. Genin match, the winner is usually the one who has a characteristic or two (ie. physical strength or bloodline or training or tactics) that trumps the other's strengths/weaknesses.
A special Jounin in this fic is a basically a chunin with certain jounin level skills. An elite jounin is a jounin with certain Kage level skills.
Jounin's can beat/hold off a unlimited number of average chunin, until their stamina runs out or enough chunin have good enough teamwork to coordinate attacks with a high-level enough battle plan.
A Kage-level v. average jounin battle is roughly the same as average jounin v. average chunin.
In a Jounin v. Jounin match it's a toss-up as to who will win, and usually depends on a combination of luck and will-to-survive. Most if not all weaknesses have been shored up and most strengths are matched by other strengths in their opponents.
In a Kage v. Kage fight, the winner is basically who has the most will-to-survive. Period. The only weaknesses/openings are the ones that are consciously or subconsciously left open. There's nothing that luck or circumstance can do that a Kage-level nin cannot either anticipate or quickly adapt to. If one Kage-level fighter wants to win, but the other Kage-level fighter wants to win more (and is thus more focused, alert, and creative), the second fighter will win.
Note: none of the rookie 9 are average. Nor are their sensei.
Kakashi has almost Kage-level skills (at the beginning of fic), and is well-rounded in combat; but only effectively below-average jounin stamina. His base level of slightly above-average jounin level stamina is eaten up by simply uncovering the sharingan, then eaten more by whatever techniques he uses.
Gai has Kage-level taijutsu and stamina/speed/strength, but not Kage-level skills, and is fairly specialized. He can be maneuvered around by a Kage-level fighter should they be able to defend against his initial onslaught long enough (which is why Itachi keeps warning people about him); which is ironic, in that Gai would usually lose/draw in a long fight, despite his stamina. Provided it was Kage-level. Against any Chunin and most Jounin, Gai will win, almost based on stamina alone.
Itachi has Kage-level skills, but only upper Jounin level stamina, and tends to spam the Mangekyo, which eats up stamina hardcore. Also he's kinda wants to die and doesn't especially want to maim Konoha nin, so that affects the will-to-survive part of the win-loss equation.
All Sanin and Akatsuki are Kage-level.
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...next time...
"So vicious!" The absurdly beautiful man laughed.
The wolf-masked ANBU ground his face into the dirt.
"It's fine, I'd be dead by now anyways," Yatomaru gasped out, "We had an agreement, Orochimaru and I, and my part was that I gave him my body." He gave a slow lecherous writhe, not even trying to escape, spilling more of his blood and innards out.
Ookami, riding the motion, felt ill.
"And he let me have pretty things to play with. I didn't let myself before, you know." There was a knowing smile in the pedophile's voice as he asked, "Did I take something pretty from you?"
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