A/N: Who remembers the first - original - chapter? :) It's been such a long time since I wrote the first chapter: April 18 to be more specific. XD Damn!
Alright before you scroll down and read this super crack story I need to explain a couple of things, to put rest to your question(s):
Is Tsunade older than Kakashi? - Yes... but no, it's not like she's thirty plus and he's fifteen or something. In this story she is merely older than him.. a year.. and a few months to be exact.
Is this really AU? - I sure hope you read the "Very AU" Sign and not the "sexual scenes" part. XD But yes, people will be OOC. It's necessary make several characters to be OOC in order to portray a realistic dark/drama/adult rated story.
Will there be sex scenes, or is this just a catch? - Judging from my past reviews... people like lemon. There are some scenes but if you're looking for strong harem/hentai... you're in the wrong story.. sorry. I'm not a lemon writer but I do try to fulfill the adult themed story.
Will there be any OC? - Yes... not a lot, just enough to have some impact on the story.
Genre? - Drama, Action, Mystery, Suspense, Romance, Dark, (Slight) Erotica and Humor.. Yes, humor. XD I bet the readers who've read the original piece would say, "Humor? Was there even any humor?" The answer is, there was barely any humor - close to none - in the story. So I thought to insert more (in appropriate moments).
Scale 1 to 10 of how "adult themed" is this story? - Um... 8. A strong 8, verging into 9. I can't really say because it's a gradual progress.
Will there be a difference between this and the original story? Or will it be the same? - Most of the chapters are different but it will share some spitting images. Also, this story will go to another direction so... most of the things you know about the old BEL and how it will end will probably be different.
Alright those are the only questions that needs answering for now. :)
Kukasabe Swift, aRandomPeople, U3Fan, Twisted and FanficBaka! Your story is finally here. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
One small note that will help you with the story:
Wolf - Kakashi Cat - Itachi Hawk - Tenzo Dog - Genma (Their masks)
Prologue: Behind Enemy Lines
Two nights prior...
It was nightfall and the moon had embarked on its brightest mark, illuminating the riverbanks and trees in the distance. A zephyr hovered and danced throughout the entire plain, lightly running through nocturnal animals' furs as it passed. Dozens of animals' interest piqued when concentrated ominous chakra spewed around the atmosphere, intoxicating the light breeze that contained the scent of flowers, tree barks and freshly cut grass that the wildlife indulged in.
Shriveled screams echoed across the forest, alerting the animals' senses even more. Clashes of weapons rang through and spurred the animals to run away from the overwhelming danger.
The magical night spiraled into a bloodbath in the forest - just on the border of Konoha - when onslaught begun its mark.
Four armor clad ANBU with distinguishable masks - wolf, cat, dog, and hawk - marched through the small community camp, katana in their grasp at the ready. Steady footsteps trudged on damp soil as they patrolled and surveyed the area.
The man who led the group stretched out his arm and gave them a silent signal to halt their movements. "Check the houses here, I'll check up ahead. Remember - kill everyone here."
"Hai!" the four ANBU members parted ways to search every single house that may hold the remaining survivors.
Their leader entered the final house with caution, black gloved hand wrapped around a sheathed sword. His eyes tightened as he scanned the dark premise before he raised his foot to take another step deeper into the house. "There's no point hiding, I can feel your chakra." he calmly stated, shutting the door behind him.
Drips of water that echoed from afar alerted the ANBU, making him crouch slightly as he entered several rooms that were already empty. He sighed and drew his katana from its case, pointing it in front of him as a shield. "You have defied Danzo's orders," he began, slowly rotating around his surrounding as he took several steps back to the kitchen. "Death is the ultimate punishment, you know that."
"We haven't defied Danzo! He simply wants to dispose us for his own leisure!" a voice barked back.
The ANBU soldier swung his katana to deflect the incoming kunais thrown at him in the room adjacent to the kitchen. "There.." he whispered, fueling his feet with chakra to propel him to the survivor.
Fast paced footsteps echoed in the empty house with several clashes of swords in the middle. The shadowed man recklessly charged at the masked enemy with a curved blade upheld, going in for a foreswing reinforced with a backswing. The masked man met the thick blade with his own katana, his hand shakily pushed his katana's weight on the sword before he pulled away.
Advancing. Advancing. The two men met each other again, exchanging fatal strikes that could end their lives. The curved sword swung forward and it was met by a thinner katana. The man spun around and slashed at the ANBU before he lunged forward. "It's over, Danzo's dog!" he barked, slashing downwards at the ANBU.
The masked officer jumped up into the air and rotated down with his blade, electricity coated his stainless saber as he daringly lunged down in a rotating motion. 'One... Two... NOW!' Before his blade could taste the flesh of the mysterious man his body was blown away by a strong wind force.
"Wind style: Breathing Dragon!"
The ANBU slammed against the wall whilst his weapon embedded in the floor, six meters from him. "Not bad.." masked lips curved into a smirk as he stood back up on his feet. Slowly he raised his head up, penetrating through the man with his gaze. His lone blood thirsty scarlet eye rotated erratically, developing the infamous three-tomoe-wheel. 'Sharingan!'
"An ANBU who is non-Uchiha who wields the sharingan.." the man's eyes gaped along with his mouth, "It couldn't be... you're-!"
"Draw your sword." he clearly spoke, "Use jutsu. Do whatever. Your fate will still be the same."
"Don't fuck with me!" the man growled, teeth gritting, eyes tightening. He ran with untraceable speed, but the masked man stood calm and collected with his hand generating electricity that roared like a thousand birds.
Striking. His broadsword sliced through the white armor at the midsection, startling the masked ninja. It missed the flesh by an inch, but it was satisfactory. "What? Did you really think you could intercept my attack?"
The ANBU concealed under a wolf porcelain mask ran towards his sword that was still embedded into the malnourished wooden floor. He grunted when he felt the shadowed man's presence zoom past his body. "Damn it..!" his hand clutched around his katana, coating it with blue, erratic electricity.
In the shadowed seclusion he couldn't make out where his target was, even with his sharingan. The enemy had purposely drained his chakra - close to none - so he couldn't be detected. But, he was too naive to think he wouldn't be able to make out the faintest sounds. '6 o'clock... 12 o'clock... 5 o'clock..'
His target staggered. The ANBU swung. His sword narrowly missed. The opponent managed another smirk, this time at the spryness of his dodge. His agility was beyond normal for sure, it was impressive but...
"Not impressive enough,"
Swing. Swing. Swing. Three daring attempts spurred the ANBU on - the first was dodged, the second tore through fabric and ran lightly on his skin. His feet, fueled with chakra to increase his speed, took paced steps forward with his sword intact. The third attempt tore through the man's upper thighs, ultimately bringing him on his knees.
The pointed edge was pushed against the skin of his neck as a sign of his defeat. "This is the end of the road for you."
"Fine by me. As long as you spare my wife and children," the man spoke, guiding the sword closer into the expanse of his neck. "For my life, spare my family's. Or are you those dogs who take advantage of vulnerable women?"
Mismatched eyes tightened in disgust, "We came here to kill, not to do more than that. Besides your family is probably dead." he raised his sword, ready to cleave his head straight off. "Know the consequences of defying Danzo."
"You shall know the consequences for serving Danzo,"
Without responding he swung his sword down, cutting through his flesh until it sliced the air after it. He sighed when the head fell on the ground, staining the wooden floor with a grotesque scarlet hue. He pushed the decapitated body with his sword with a look of apathy. "Scum."
He drew the sword to his spare gloved hand and wiped away the unnecessary blood from his stainless steel blade. He then retracted his weapon back in its case and walked out of the vacant house.
"We found one female, one male and three children. What do we do?" the man with a hawk mask asked.
"Family?"
"No... they were found in different houses."
The man behind the wolf mask momentarily sighed, "Put them all in a line."
"Hai!"
The five remaining survivors were forced into a straight line. They stood silent, anxious to see what their fate will be. However, the man who stood in the middle protested and spat profanity at the four masked men.
"You bastards you think you can just come here and slaughter us like animals?!" he vociferated, hands curling into a fist. "You want women, right? We can come to a deal: release me and have her! Yeah, her!"
The wolf masked man stepped forward and placed his hand on his shoulder, digging his nails into it. "So you're offering us a deal?"
"Yeah, a deal!"
The woman shrieked and clutched onto her clothes as she took steps backwards from the line. "No! No!" silver linings of tears accumulated until it trailed down on the expanse of her rosy cheeks.
"Well," his hand that gripped the man's shoulder tightened as he pushed him down to meet his knee. His knee dug deep into his abdomen before he kicked him on the face down to the ground. "I think you should die first."
"W-W-Wait!" the man pleaded helplessly under the daunting darkened figure of the masked man. He shuffled backwards on his buttocks until his back met an oak tree's bark. "No!"
A slender katana basked under the moon, its deadly edge illuminated and shone with silver edges that blinded the man's peripherals. "Listen.. we can work this out! Just let me-!"
Slice!
Blood meandered down his neck from the clean slit made in his throat. Crimson liquid ambled down and stained his clothes until it began to create a bloody pool on the glistening grass. Silenced dawned upon them all, neither uttered another word. "Blindfold them." he finally strongly ordered. "We can't waste more time."
"Then what?"
"We give them something to drink,"
The cat-like masked ANBU was the first to step forward to the shaken woman. He held her shoulder gently before he carefully wrapped a layer of white bandages over her eyes. "Don't be scared," he soothingly whispered, cupping both of her cheeks, to provide solace. "This is the only option."
She nodded, sobbing quietly. "Th-Thank... you." a small whispered escaped her lips, hands gripping his forearms with little strength she had left within her. Light pink lips quivered in fear as tears ran down her cheeks. The man masked in a cat-like porcelain mask began to feel a twist in his lips as he stared at the innocent, shaken woman quivering with anxiety.
However, he had not time to sympathize with his objective. Time was of the essence. They needed to be disposed off as quickly as possible. With a grimace he pulled away from the woman's grip and walked away.
Once the only survivors were all blindfolded they were given drinks mixed with poison. It didn't hold any scent for any of them to detect, nor did it have taste. It was a silent poison that won't pain the victim. It would simply put them to sleep for eternity.
The four watched as the remaining survivors dropped on the ground, bodies limp. They looked at peace, and that was all that matters. Crows flew from the tree branches and into the night whilst the ANBU soldiers walked away from the corpses which littered the barren headquarters which formerly occupied hundreds of people.
They walked among the dead, but only held the feeling of victory. They saw nothing but a completed mission. The man under the hawk mask momentarily stopped in his tracks and glanced at the sight of children with lacerations bearing through their stomachs. This area was destitute with impoverished people clinging onto the vestige of life. When in reality, many people with far more superior power, saw them as mere pests that needed to be eradicated as soon as possible.
This day was inevitable. If they won't do it, then another celled-team would surely be sent to carry out the same mission.
Their leader halted once more to remove his mask that concealed his identity. "Mission complete." he said, eyes dull from the massacre he had just committed. He turned on his heels to face his teammates who had also removed their masks. "Burn the houses down to the ground, Itachi."
The Uchiha nodded obediently and weaved signs before he took a deep breath in. Slowly he produced enough flames to burn down the entire community. Kakashi's eyes watched the wooden house falter and crash into the ground as wild flames engulfed it. It wasn't long until only thick, grey nimbus of smoke lingered and polluted the atmosphere as ember excess danced around the four ANBU members.
"We need to head back." Tenzo finally said as his fingers ran through his chocolate hair. "Our mission is complete."
Kakashi nodded, "Genma, Itachi we're heading back. Let's go."
The small community burnt down to ashes under the peaceful night. Whilst the bloodied four resumed heading back to their village, unscathed and without feeling. Their deadly eyes shone through the night and their evil masked counterparts loomed under the moon.
~O~O~
Two days later...
As ember rays from the sun began to embark on its journey to lighten the entire village, three infamous ninjas were summoned in the secluded room where all missions were given. They stood silent with anticipation beginning to pent up per strode the Hokage took in the room.
The Third Hokage gave an exasperated sigh, he was tired. Tired of many massacres occurring just beyond the Land of Fire's borders. He sat back down on his chair, eyes still transfixed on the tattered letter he had received a day ago. A letter confirming the malicious genocide which occurred two nights ago by masked, anonymous ninjas who left the scene undetected.
"Sarutobi-sensei, you'll have more wrinkles if you keep working hard like this," The elder's tall, gallant student pointed out. "Don't get me wrong, you have enough as it is. In fact-"
Before he could finish his sentence that he had wanted to express for more than half an hour, a sharp elbow jabbed deep in his abdomen. Jiraiya's strong posture deteriorated at a quick pace into a hunched frame. Surreptitiously, Jiraiya glared down at his petite comrade who daringly returned the same look.
"Hime, was that necessary?" he asked, eyebrow raised in question. "If you wanted to touch my body that badly, you know you're very welcome to." a small twinkle, which enraged the blonde, developed in his onyx eyes, followed by a suggestive wink.
One pair of honey eyes turned into fire, her hand curled into a fist fueled with small blue chakra flames. "What did you say, pervert?!"
"Will you stop?" Hiruzen spoke up, voice drenched with fatigue. "It's 4am and you still have enough stamina to fight like kids?"
Tsunade's intention to punch Jiraiya unconscious halted and she silently withdrew her overwhelming chakra. Jiraiya, of course, silently thanked the Gods above that he was still alive. They stood away from each other with their arms folded stubbornly, neither dared to make eye contact. Just like children who haven't been forced to kiss and make up by their parents.
"Isn't that how they've always been?" Orochimaru stated with a lazy shrug. "They haven't grown up at all."
Jiraiya turned on his heels to face his snake-manipulator comrade, "Really, you only interject now?! What are you doing here anyway?"
"I was summoned." Orochimaru bluntly replied, "Isn't that why the three of us - the newly named Legendary Sannin - are here?"
"Oh yeah! I forgot!" his hand scratched the back of his head as he expressed a nervous chuckle. "So, Sensei what's the mission you need us to do?"
Hiruzen scattered three green envelops on his wooden desk, he placed his hands promptly on the desk and pushed himself up. "For the first time you won't work together to complete these missions." he turned the envelops over and showed that it was already tagged with their name. "This will be a solo undercover mission."
"Whereabouts?" Tsunade questioned. "Land of Lightning? Wind?"
Sarutobi placed his pipe down and threw the files to his students. "Orochimaru you will be going undercover in the Land of Earth." he turned to Jiraiya who had already torn the envelop, "Jiraiya, you're going to Land of Rain."
Before the location could be given to Tsunade, she spoke up: "My mission will be here?"
"Yes. Your objective is to investigate Danzo's ANBU organization. More importantly, you need to gain the right-hand man's trust. That way the mission will be easier."
"Right-hand man?" Both Orochimaru and Jiraiya asked, eyes darted a strong stare at the Hokage.
"Hatake Kakashi. A former Jounin who worked for me. However, he joined Danzo's ANBU two years ago, after certain traumatic events." obsidian eyes failed to make eye contact with Tsunade's. "This goes without saying: he's dangerous."
Orochimaru scanned through his given documents and gave a light nod, "Consider it done, Hokage-sama. I shall keep tabs on these rogue organizations for you."
"Red cloud organization?" Jiraiya asked, lowering the pages away from his eyes so he could level his gaze with his Sensei. "I've never heard of it."
The Third placed his pipe in between his cracked lips once more. "Their real name is still unknown. But, their crest has been seen and it's a red cloud with white trimmings around it. They have been last sighted in the Land of Rain."
The Sannin stood silent once more, their gazes fully transfixed on their objective papers. "Good luck to all of you. I can't guarantee everything will go as planned. Just remember to send back vital information every week."
"Hai!"
"Dismissed. Apart from you Tsunade, we need to talk."
As ordered the two male Sannin took their leave after they both gave a synchronized bow to the Hokage. Tsunade could only sigh when she heard the door gently close behind her.
"Tonight I need you to be a guard in the building Sela Plaunge where a celebration will be held. Suna has finally agreed to sign our treaty and so, we're holding a banquet for them here.."
"So you want me to keep a look out for any suspicious behavior?"
"Yes." The Hokage rose from his chair once more and walked over to the blond with another envelop in his hand. "You'll need this pass to get in. Be there by 2100."
Tsunade took the envelop from her teacher's hands and silently nodded, "I shall dismiss myself now, Hokage-sama."
~O~O~
Verging to 6 o'clock am...
The complete Sannin stood in front of the gate. Both Orochimaru and Jiraiya stared at Tsunade blankly, they could see the worry accumulating deep within her orbs. She stared at them, silently pleading for them to stay alive in their mission away from each other. However, she didn't express her worry by words. The overwhelming sense of worry in Tsunade had coerced her to become vulnerable in front of them. Words were futile, the look in her darkening hazel orbs spoke volumes.
"Take care you two," she said with a smile. "If you are ever severely wounded, contact me with your summon, okay?"
"Hime-" Orochimaru whispered.
"Just promise me you'll make it back."
"That is impossible, Tsunade-hime. You know that no ninja can promise they'll return back." The snake replied.
Tsunade shook her head, refusing to accept his response. "Promise me... you'll come back - the both of you."
"I said it's-"
Jiraiya stepped closer to Tsunade, slowly he wrapped his arms around her. "You're talking to the Great Gallant here. Obviously we'll make it back. Orochimaru is just being a pessimistic bastard to wind you up."
The pale Jounin in the background hid his face that contained nothing but apprehension for Tsunade. Even though she would remain in her hometown, evil still lurked and she was about to step in behind enemy lines. It was needless to say that her mission was going to be treacherous. "Jiraiya, it's about time we set off." he abruptly announced.
The gallant didn't unwind his arms around the petite Senju, instead it tightened. Orochimaru could tell with his narrow golden eyes that Jiraiya was savoring the moment, because even though he made the promise he would come back; he knew he wasn't sure if he can keep it.
Tsunade finally pulled away from his warm embrace content with the sense comfort she found in his caring hug. "Here," she retrieved two medic pouches, especially made for them. "Poison repellents, bandages, needles, dissolvable threads, food pills and a portion of my blood is in there."
"B-Blood?!" Jiraiya shrieked.
"I see," Orochimaru whispered as he observed a portion of her blood in the container, "So we can summon Katsuyu, correct? Just in case you won't be able to make in time."
"..Yes."
She stared right at him as if she was telling him to bid her farewell. Reluctantly, Orochimaru's hand rested at the back of Tsunade's head before he gently pushed her closer to his chest. "We'll come back in one piece."
Jiraiya gave a minuscule smile at the sight of his supposedly heartless comrade comfort their petite teammate. 'Ahh... look at that, it looks like the heartless bastard knows how to hug. But, it kinda looks... awkward.'
"Come on, Oro! We have to set out!" Jiraiya ordered, shoving the medical kit inside his pouch. "We have to make it time!"
"..In time for what?" Orochimaru asked, befuddled. "We weren't given a specific time."
Jiraiya looked over his shoulder, a grin appeared, then a giggle. "Women, Oro." Tsunade's eyebrow twitched at his response, "Women will be waiting for my body in the brothel!"
"You haven't changed," Tsunade dismissed his perverted sentence when she shook her head.
"And I don't think why I should!" Jiraiya laughed whole-heartedly. "Women shall be falling on their knees when they see the Gallant!" he vociferated with such high zest.
As the golden sun commenced on its highest mark both of the male Sannin tightened their forehead protector, rearing to go. Jiraiya gave a final thumbs up at Tsunade, and Orochimaru merely smiled at her. "Alright... let's go!" the gallant roared, propelling himself forward with high speed.
Tsunade watched as their bodies became mere silhouettes in the distance before they could no longer be seen. She sighed heavily, and turned back to face the village that blossomed back to life with the golden rays of sun shedding light to its mundane colored buildings.
She smiled. Today was just another day in Konoha.
~O~O~
Later that night...
She stood in front of a full-length bevelled mirror, heavily staring at her outfit with a scrutinizing glare. A black tulle short dress, with horse hair detailing on the skirt with a one shoulder sheer tulle overlay and a grosgrain ribbon at the natural waist, loosely outlined her curvaceous body. A pair of four inched black open-toe heels adorned her small feet, revealing her black painted toes.
Golden tresses all locked into a messy bun by a black ribbon, with a portion of curling tendril shaping her face. Tsunade slowly bent down to attach a thin holster, which contained miniature sharp kunais, just above the hem of her dress.
Tsunade ran her slender fingers on the invitation before she gently clasped it. Carefully, as she stared back into the mirror, she painted her lips with a nude pink lipstick. Eyes glimmered at her reflection with her painted lips curving into a light smile.
The digital clock on her wall ticked to 8:30 and Tsunade calmly walked out of her apartment.
9 o'clock pm...
Without any sufficient clothing to provide the heat her exposed body needed Tsunade was huddled up against the vicious, cold, and damp weather. Persistent, Tsunade continued to head north with her heels clicking along the stoned pavement. A few grunts, profanity and unexpected shrieks when her heel would suddenly sink between the stoned pavement, soon led her to the golden gates.
It wasn't long before the large, ornate stone building appeared in sight, just in the near distance with several Cherry Blossoms swaying at its side. Tsunade casted her eyes about the grey and ominous sky with trepidation. Something felt dark in the premise, dark enough to make her guts begin to twist into a knot. However, she continued to enter the grand building with her head up high.
'Something doesn't feel right.'
Her shoulder brushed against several other guests from both the Leaf and Suna towards the entrance, but light contact remained oblivious to her. She was met by kind smiles and looks from fellow ninjas along the way, to which she kindly reciprocated with a small nod but merely at that. At the end of the crowd was the Hokage with the Kazekage, in his usual red and white robe.
His wrinkled face turned to her at the sound of her heels. Hiruzen's face brightened up, lips widening into a smile. She continued her paced strides toward the grand stone entrance-way, trying hard to escape the depressing climate that hung around her throughout the whole journey.
Surreptitiously, she shared one short eye contact with Hiruzen with a small smile in the middle. Her legs basked under the natural light as she quickly stepped up the final four small, stone steps. "Finally," she breathed, sighing momentarily.
"Tsunade." a voice spoke behind her with their hand firmly clutched on her shoulder. Slowly, but oh surely, their hand pulled her back to turn her to face them. "It's me!"
A fairly muscular man who towered in front of her, smiling so wide, waited for her to recognize him. Medium length dark chocolate hair ran down his forehead, narrowly obscuring his teal orbs that glistened underneath the moon. Well defined jaw lines that met in the middle, creating quite a sharp chin. He wore a presentable white and black suit and tie outfit, minus the blazer.
Hazel eyes narrowed for a brief second before his face registered in her mind. "Gray!" she claimed, openly throwing her arms open to welcome him to a hug. "Gray Teishu.. it's been so long." she whispered, patting his back.
He pulled away with a matching, bright smile. "Yeah, it has. I'd like to catch up sometime, but I hear you're a guard in this party - not exactly luxurious."
"Hokage's orders." she replied, stepping back away from him. "I've got to go. See you around."
Tsunade gave him a final parting wave before she turned back around to the grand doors. Before she took another step in she straightened her black dress to make it more prominent and presentable. Fairly satisfied, she resumed her way into the building.
Warm air that cloaked around her bare skin keenly welcomed her and a whiff of pleasant, clean aroma greeted her senses. Tsunade began to walk forward to the mahogany desk. Her hazel eyes seemed to have drifted, subconsciously, from wall to wall, admiring the wood-paneled walls, stained dark. High ceilings, decorated with plaster arches, old, brass chandelier lights which cast a strange hue across the room. She slowed her pace to admire the rich, artistic landscapes which adorned to the walls in their ornate frames.
"Can I have your invitation please," the man behind the desk asked, drenched with a rich accent she couldn't quite distinguish. He wore the standard black and white tuxedo that highlighted his firm biceps and muscular torso. Raven hair crowned his muscular face, and dark blue eyes. His hand was reached out, patiently waiting for her card. "Ma'am?"
"Here." without haste she gave her invitation and was immediately given a hard clay mask painted in white and decorated with golden curved lines to give it more feminine depth. She ran her index finger on the porcelain object, half smiling.
He ticked off her name and glanced back up, keenly watching as she wore the mask that obscured only her soft, honey eyes. He ran his fingers through his gelled hair, dazed when she smiled at him before she entered the masquerade.
First step into the grand room her naked eyes were preyed upon with bright chandelier lights that hung above, and luxurious dresses that basked underneath its glory. She scanned the room and saw monumental glass windows curving at the top to add accent to it with royal red curtains reinforcing it.
Music also introduced itself to Tsunade's senses. Not far from her were a small band playing soft jazz that enlightened the mood between the ninjas who once opposed each other. However, the music soon died and slowly it transpired into a more intimate, dark music.
Suddenly her peripherals caught a fairly conspicuous man who overlooked her and the crowd from the above. He stood tall on a balcony, not too high from the crowd but the height was sufficient enough to observe all of the guests. He wore a black silk fabric long-sleeved shirt that had the first three buttons unbuttoned, allowing a slither of silver skin to be exposed. He also wore a mask that only protected the upper half of his face. It was silver with a pair of cat-like eyes as holes for the eyes and minor detailing on the mask.
He stood prominent above all with a gin and tonic in his hand. He also surveyed the area, slowly looking left to right. He continued his observation until his interest piqued - he caught a woman, with blonde hair clad in a black dress, stood staring at him for a brief moment. "Hn." he simply said, running his pale fingers through his silver hair.
His pale lips clamped on the glass rim of his beverage, but to his realization he had already drank all of his drink. Coolly, he made his way down the stairs that eloquently curved down to the marbled landing, with his spare hand in his pocket. He sauntered through several people before he saw the bar in front of him.
Tsunade stood in front of the bar, waiting for her drink. It wasn't long until she was joined by the mysterious man she had previously seen on top. Once her drink was forwarded to her, they made one brief eye contact. "..What?" she sharply asked.
"You-"
Another masked man dressed in a suit with raven locks tied into a ponytail appeared before them, two men with brown hair followed. "Taichou, we've have spotted Suna ninjas in the East. What do you propose we do?" he asked calmly in a whisper against his ear.
"Scout around them. If there are any suspicious movement; flank them. Smoke them out.. then retrieve one for interrogation." Kakashi replied firmly, shadowed eyes tightened at the sight of the Kazekage. 'Kazekage, huh? His presence... it doesn't.. wait... is that a shadow clone?' With a blink of an eye his scarlet eye burst forth, glaring past the cheaply made clone. That act alone was mockery - does he think so lowly about the Leaf ninjas? That fool.
The man, with long brown hair that hovered just above his shoulders, removed his mask and revealed his face ever so casually. "So, what are you going to do?"
Thin, pale lips showed a smirk in reply, "I'll personally keep an eye on this Kazekage. If that is indeed a shadow clone, then that must mean he's planning in the East to attack. Go on without me, Genma."
"We'll be off then," Genma bowed respectively and placed his mask back on before he disappeared in the cluster of people with Itachi and Tenzo.
As they walked through the crowd a firm hand gripped Itachi's shoulder, halting him. "Careful, some Suna ninjas are becoming suspicious." he whispered. "If anything, I think they've come prepared. We better keep our eyes open, like what Danzo-sama said."
Itachi peered over his shoulder and saw his fellow Uchiha friend - Shisui Uchiha - behind him, also with a mask over his face. "Shisui, I want you to keep an eye on Kakashi-senpai. If anything were to happen, you need to be his aide."
"Alright. I'll be ready, don't worry." Shisui reassured, voice as strong as steel.
Back with Kakashi...
The silver-haired ANBU officer remained stood in the bar, alone. It turned out the blonde in the bar disappeared when his group appeared before him. His mismatched eyes scanned and monitored each, and ever single, Suna ninjas who analyzed their surroundings. His face scrunched with trepidation as his eyes tightened with skepticism. '...Ten undercover agents. That crafty old Kazekage.'
Once he had received his gin and tonic again - extra ice and lime - he headed back up the stairs. To his surprise his own space was taken by the exact blonde he had seen several times. He sighed and reluctantly joined her, hand in pocket.
"What is your affiliation?" Kakashi asked, sipping from his alcohol beverage.
Tsunade surreptitiously glanced back at the silver-haired man. "I work under the Hokage."
"Ah. Then, let me ask you something, can you sense something suspicious about the Kazekage?"
"I have a hunch he's a shadow clone." her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "His chakra is fluttering at an erratic pace. It's not well-made either, you can feel the chakra dissipating. Meaning it's a timed clone - it's bound to disappear soon."
"Hn." he simply replied with a small smile. "As I would expect from a Sannin."
The blonde momentarily stared at her companion, completely bewildered. "How did you know?"
"Simple - you're the only woman I've read about to be this skilled. No ordinary ninja has that kind of innate ability. Being able to distinguish shadow clones from the real mark is very difficult without the Sharingan, Senju Tsunade."
"Well then, since you know my identity, why won't you tell me yours?" she asked keenly, neck craned to make a fearsome eye contact.
Kakashi took another sip from his drink. "I'm not in any obligation to give you my name. ANBU has a policy to not speak of our name during a mission. You can address me by my code name: Masanori."
Beneath the balcony was the Hokage who was engaged in a conversation with several Suna ninjas. He strolled with a few of them with confidence, pipe in his possession. However, an ominous chakra piqued his senses, making him peer up the balcony where he saw Tsunade interacting with Kakashi. She seemed completely oblivious to his true identity. Her lax form was simply too reckless. 'Tsunade, get away from him it's too soon!' Before the Hokage could climb up the stairs he was taken aside by his fellow ninjas.
"Hokage-sama don't wonder off now. The Kazekage wants a private word with you." they claimed, pushing him to the opposite direction.
His onyx pair eyes glared at Kakashi who had pinned Tsunade to one of the pillars that supported the balcony. 'Kakashi, you bastard!'
Tsunade's hands clutched tightly at the ridges of the pillar which she rested on. Kakashi's masculine scent assaulted and clouded Tsunade's senses, she had subconsciously allowed herself to indulge into his sinful scent as he drew closer to her. The intensity that radiated Kakashi's body froze her body, he had fully captivated her.
"Firstly," he huskily spoke, hand gliding on her thigh. "Hn," Kakashi halted his sentence mid-way at the sight of her vulnerability. His icy hand resumed to glide up her thigh, in slow, torturous motion. His lips pressed on the rim of her ear whilst his evil presence spewed around Tsunade. His hand clasped around the holster that hugged her thigh, and unclipped it before he drew it from her leg. "A ninja must always be discrete with their weaponry when in an undercover mission." a small whisper drenched with pernicious aura.
Her delicate hands clutched around his broad shoulder, slowly pushing his body away from hers. "Doing such blatant perverted actions is prohibited in missions, Masanori." deep rage surfaced in her pupils. 'This guy... is nothing but a pompous and lascivious bastard.'
"I practically saved your life." he stated, folding and inserting her holster into his pocket. "If I could see it, then so could the undercover Suna ninjas from below, don't you think?"
He made a valid point which only aggravated her even more.
Footsteps intruded their circle which halted Tsunade from making her speech. A tall, extremely virile blond man made his entrance between the two. His obsidian orbs were nearly masked by his short bangs that parted in the middle. He was clad in a tuxedo and a pair of polished, pointed black shoes. "Masanori, I see you have already spoken to my daughter, Tsunade." he began formally.
"You know him?" Tsunade asked.
"Of course, he's the new guard in our Senju clan. He mainly protects Nawaki, but he also serves under our estate."
Kakashi bowed his head for a second and raised it back again, glancing at the tall Senju, "Raiko-sama, do you require my presence by any chance?"
"No, not at all." Raiko politely brushed off his offer with a smile. He stared back at his daughter who remained silent. "Tsunade, it's been a long time since I've seen you. I see you've made a name for yourself - one of the Legendary Sannin - that's pretty impressive."
"Father," Tsunade softly spoke, not meeting his gaze.
Raiko looked at Kakashi and silently nodded at him. The masked man gave obeisance at the Head of the Senju, then walked to the enormous twin glass doors that led to an outside balcony that overlooked a vast garden. He closed the two doors, to allow them privacy, and walked to the edge of the balcony.
The halcyon rustles from the tress calmed the ANBU officer as he resigned a small sigh of relief. The room he was in had outstanding heat produced by the majority of the ninjas from below. It was a claustrophobic room, which he simply detested. The cool breeze that sunk their fangs into his naked skin relaxed his senses, and that was all he needed. Soft motions of the wind caressed his exposed neck, jawline and lips before it ran along his silver strands.
However, his moment of peace was shattered when he heard a faint creak of one of the doors being pushed open. Keenly, Kakashi peered over his shoulder and saw the same slender blonde he had engaged conversation with.
His mismatched eyes tightened as he analyzed at her, bottom to top. Pristine, long legs reinforced her curvy body which was clad with a black dress that clung onto her breasts, refining it so well. Eyes then fell on her nails that were embellished with a coat of black manicure, which held a scarlet red beverage with a slice of lemon embedded on the glass rim.
Her strides exuded with contemporary class and confidence, captivating the ANBU officer.
'This woman...'
The moonlight accentuated her features with each strode she took toward him. Even without the presence of golden chandeliers, she was beautiful and exquisitely adorned by the silver shimmer of natural light.
Underneath the midnight shroud that had settled, where only dim glimmers and dark shadows existed, was a malicious devil who waited at the end. His body was tranquil and poised underneath the darkness. With the icy zephyr resonating around them, his presence became more fierce and intimidating. Finally, he fully turned to her, exposing a slanted half-smile at her.
"Does your father need me?" he asked, low and coated with power.
"No," she simply whispered. "I came here to ask for your name. Since you're working for my family, I think I'm entitled to know your real identity. Frankly, I'm not satisfied with your code name."
Again, he remained calm as he took a final sip from his drink, deliberately taking one of the half-melted ice cubes into his mouth. "So you can run a little background check on me?" he chuckled, "If you want it, ask the Hokage... he's knows my identity."
'This woman... is tempting me...'
"Alright then," she turned on her heels and headed back inside.
However, by a strong and lithe force she was forced to turn back around to meet his glare. Before her eyes darted wildly at him, he had slapped the mask from her face. Exposed twin hazel orbs followed the movement of the mask before it shattered on the floor. A myriad of porcelain shards sprawled onto the ground - a chaotic mess.
His arms snaked behind her back to support her weight whilst his spare hand dropped his glass to grip her forearm. "Tsunade," he whispered, making her avert her gaze to his eyes.
Her body immediately shook in fear at the sight of the blood-thirsty sharingan and fathomless onyx eye burning holes straight through her. "You're-You're-" despite her shaken voice she remained articulate. 'Hatake Kakashi...'
Sweat caused her hands to become moist, she was exuding. A small breath escaped from Kakashi's lips which tore through her pristine skin, slowly intoxicating her from within. The sight of her hazel eyes dilate could only quantify she was in deep shock.
"By the look of your face you know who I am." he carried on, voice still collected. "Tsunade, you shoul-"
"Tsunade!" another voice interrupted.
Kakashi saw Gray stood by the doors with a stern facial expression. He looked wary and perturbed, which only piqued Kakashi's interest. 'Gray Teishu.. an A rank Jounin. Specialty dojutsu and taijutsu. Main witness... well, this woman right here is his weakness.'
The Sannin meticulously broke herself free from Kakashi's firm grip then, she shuffled backwards, instinctively trying to distance herself from her target. "Y-Yeah?" her voice quivered back in reply. Sweat broke down on her forehead as a stronger sense of dark presence lingered around Kakashi.
"The Hokage wants to see you,"
"I got it." she rushed back inside, sharing one final glance with the silver-haired man. "Have a good night, Kakashi."
"You got it, Tsunade." he smirked, hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Have fun yourself."
The door was shut which left Gray and Kakashi outside in a limited space. "I don't know why you're the guard in the Senju clan, but you sure as hell smell evil."
Kakashi retorted back, "Is that so?"
"I have one advice for you: keep away from the Senju Princess." he briefly warned before he made his way inside.
Kakashi remained poised at his whimsical threat. At the sound of the door slamming shut in front of him, he collected the broken shards from Tsunade's porcelain mask. His mind pondered elsewhere, simply drifted subconsciously back to his first encounter with one of the Sannin. Glossed lips that shimmered underneath the lights; sweet jasmine perfume which still lingered around him; hazel eyes that briefly infatuated him, all ran in his mind. 'She is certainly interesting... but very suspicious.'
The ANBU's lingering thoughts immediately dispersed in his mind when he felt another presence that had managed to appear behind him. "Danzo-sama, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"That woman you were with, Kakashi, is not to be trusted." the wrinkled man simply said, hand firmly clutching onto his crook. "She's Hiruzen's student."
"I know. Don't worry," he finally replied, turning around to make eye contact. "Tsunade's already in my cards."
Danzo raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback with Kakashi's quick response. "You're not going to deviate from our plans with the Senju family, because you have been hypnotized by that diminutive blonde! There are different women who can quench your desire."
Kakashi feigned ignorance against his statement and merely grinned, not forming words to voice out his devious intentions.
"Are you saying that you..." his voice died at the sight of dark chakra emitting from Kakashi's body. '..I see.'
The ANBU officer's lips curved into a malicious smile. "She's already my target."
A/N: First chapter has come out! Yeahh! God I'm out of ideas now. My head is basically an empty cave right now. Wow... I haven't written BEL in ages that I have forgotten how I used to approach it. Well, it was nice coming back to this story.
This rewritten version will have a lot of differences from the last. It will be longer as well and it will be more adult rated. Hmm.. to my older readers, does Kakashi seem different to you?
Hope you guys enjoyed it! Second chapter will come very soon! And be kind to leave a review ;) (A lengthy review is deeply appreciated!)
Excuse any mistakes made...
Until I write again,
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