A/N: I wrote this at like one in the morning so sorry if it's the worst thing you've ever read. I wrote this because YAMATO BBY WHERE R U?!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

There are many things Captain Yamato enjoys in life. He enjoys eating fine cuisine, taking naps in the sun, watching rom-coms, and of course, his personal favorite, scaring the living daylights out of a certain blonde ninja. So when the new team Kakashi found themselves camped out late at night returning home from a mission, how was he to resist?

"Alright everyone, listen up."

Sai, Sakura, and Naruto turned to look at him.

"I wasn't going to mention this, but I guess I probably should."

"Mention what Captain?" Sakura queried.

Captain Yamato paused, as if contemplating whether or not to tell them. He leaned closer to the fire, which lit up his face that creepy way Naruto hated.

"Well, I just think I should warn you about the legend of the faceless warrior."

Naruto, who had been staring into the flames with a bored expression on his face, stiffened. His head slowly turned to face the leader of the team.

"T-the legend of the f-faceless w-warrior?"

Yamato nodded solemnly.

"Yes, the legend around these parts tells of a faceless warrior who roams these very woods."

Naruto swallowed hard.

"People say that the spirit of a warrior who die by having his face ripped off emerges from the shadows to steal people's faces as they sleep."

Snap!

A sound coming from the forest surrounding them made Naruto throw himself onto the person nearest to him, who just happened to be Sakura. This action rewarded him with a

"BAKA NARUTO!" and a considerable sized knot on his head.

Athough, Yamato noticed, Sakura seemed a little uneasy herself.

"But that's not it," Yamato continued, "They say that right before he emerges from the shadows, you can hear him wailing, hungry for the faces of innocent travelers."
At that moment, a noise rose from the woods.

AAAOOOOAAA!

All four members of the team froze. Yamato gulped, a bead of sweat running down his face. Surely that wasn't . . . . no. Yamato shook himself. The Legend of the Faceless warrior was just something he had made up! That noise was probably just some animal passing by.

He turned his attention back to the others, who were all staring at him with wide eyes. Even Sai seemed nervous. Yamato took a deep breath and continued his tale.

"Also, some say that right when he's about to attack, you can hear his call for blood, whisper racing through the shadows!"

"I want your blood!"

. . . . . .

"EEEEEEEEKKKKKK!"

Everyone shrieked in terror at the sound of a deep voice coming from the woods then raced straight back to Konoha, leaving behind a burning fire and their packs.

Kakashi was walking through the streets of the village when he saw four ninja running at full speed toward him. He squint his eye and made out Yamato, Naruto, Sakura, and Sai. Kakashi raised a hand in greeting as they approached.

"Hi guys, how'd the miss-"They all zoomed by without slowing down.

"Hmm," Kakashi pondered, "I wonder what's going on with them?"

Not that he minded that they didn't tell him anything. He certainly wasn't going to tell them that Lady Tsunade had let him out of the hospital early, or that she had asked him to check up on the new team Kakashi, or that one of the things he enjoys most in life is scaring the living daylights out of a certain wood-style ninja.

Thanks for reading!

P.S. did anyone get the whole Kakashi/faceless warrior thing? No? Eh, It was one in the morning when I wrote this.