Honestly I had always wondered why so many assassins went after Gaara but never Naruto so I imagined Kakashi taking care of the assassins so this came to mind.
For an ANBU of the bloody mist, one of the assassins that haunted so many nobles and high value targets minds, slipping past the chuunin security was child's play.
He had no idea why his higher-ups sent him to kill a child, not even for a client, but for the village, or so his Mizukage had told him.
But he was ANBU and an S ranked mission was an S ranked mission and the pay was definitely a suitable motivator of sufficient skill.
He always preferred to scout out his targets beforehand so as he approached the targets place of residence. Peering in the window he saw a small blonde boy sleeping on his bed.
"Only blonde child in Konoha" the missions description had told him. This was most definitely the targ- OH DEAR KAMI THE ORANGE! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? In all his years he had never seen such an obnoxious color plastered to a piece of clothing. Across the walls he could see childish drawings seemingly featuring the blonde child as a shinobi. The only difference; the uniform, instead of being a forest green flak jacket like usual, it was a bright orange monstrosity that deserved the burn for all eternity and never let anything see it lest there be a thirtieth level of hell. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
Now properly terrified of what awaited him after his inevitable demise he decided to call it a night lightly dropping into the alleyway nearby and hengeing into a rather unremarkable individual with brown hair and the dullest and most unforgettable shade of brown eyes he could come up with, as though he was trying to equalize his eyes against the monstrosity he had seen in that…. Demon brat's lair.
He slipped out of the alley and made his way in the direction of the nearest and shadiest inn he could find. He slipped in tossed a few ryo on the counter said his name was Yuto because it was a shinobi village and no matter how shady the inn, they aren't stupid enough not to ask at least the person's name.
He hid his kunai and other weapons under a loose floorboard and a genjutsu nothing shy of a jonin or ANBU would be able to see past and went to sleep.
The next morning he prepared to scout out the target to get the most inconspicuous kill he could think of. He watched as the boy, thankfully not wearing that hideous jumpsuit, or he might just head back, announce the mission as a failure and request an immediate S ranking for a small blonde konoha academy student with a taste in clothing more deadly than than the five kage combined. He watched as the boy was told about a fight and spoils and the promise of friendship to anyone that brought back a prize from the hills. He watched as they discussed that the hills still may have ninja in them.
The perfect kill. The boy dies in the hill and no one knows any different.
The man under the alias of Yuto watched and waited for the perfect chance to strike. The boy had a kunai and was heading back. WIthout even a whisper the ANBU removed his own kunai and prepared to strike...when a chuunin with a brown ponytail and a scar across the bridge of his nose lept out of the forest and tried to bring the boy back to the academy. An academy teacher then. Perfectly believable if he fell victim to the nin prowling these hills as well.
He drew a second kunai and prepared to throw when someone beat him to the punch. Three figures, bodies covered in cloth jumped down from the trees. He would have sighed had he not been determined not to be detected. This chain of events was just silly. The blonde passed out and the chuunin took to the trees fleeing to the village as fast as his insignificant legs could carry him. The four ninja that he wouldn't want to see again, three of which he had already seen were in pursuit.
A kunai with a paper bomb flew past the chuunin but not towards the village. Rather the bomb was sent towards the three nin that worked together to bring us all this fabulously dull chase sequence. Now the mist shinobi was curious as to who was entering this mashup of stupidly bad luck now. When a ninja dropped onto a branch near the chuunin teacher he raised an eyebrow at the silver hair crooked headband and wondered where he had seen that mask before.
"Kakashi-san?" he heard the chuunin ask. Oh. Well fuck. The copy ninja. He decided a tactical retreat may be in order before the copy ninja unveiled his sharingan and undoubtedly would notice him. As he leapt away he heard the faint chirping of a thousand birds and decided he was glad he had decided to leave.
He felt only the briefest flash of sympathy for the poor ninja that had clearly achieved the less than desired place on Hatake Kakashi's bad side and slipped back into his room at the in.
Screw it. The brat dies tonight. This is sincerely the most most over the top ridiculousness he had ever encountered during an assassination. Screw subtle. Kunai across the throat and he was going home away from the ridiculousness that seemed to follow this boy.
That night he approached the window with a kunai in hand and quickly checked the surrounding area.
Faintly he could hear birds chirping. He thought it odd that there would be birds chirping this late at night. Wait. Birds. Chirping. Louder. Silver. Mask. Death. Pain. The ANBU twitched fell then never moved again.
As Kakashi Hatake wiped blood off of his arm he looked down at the body of the man who dared try to harm his pack, a bird masked ANBU appeared, removed the body. The masked man slipped back into the night with the body. He had noticed a faint chakra signal he hadn't recognized in the forest and discovered that a traveler named Yuto had slipped into the village past security. On inspection of his room he found the kunai and followed his scent, appearing just before the man killed the boy that his sensei had entrusted to his care. He wouldn't lose another of his pack. Never again.
You might not be able to tell, but I hate Naruto's jumpsuit with a passion. Writing assassins is so much fun. I should do it more often. Also recently, as in 39 minutes ago, I got a review that brought up some good points. Moved the Author's note just for you. I do know what the fourth wall is, I hate it, it's lying destroyed in my backyard. And now for the good point. The dear assassin, paraphrased his orders as "the only blonde child in konoha", because I was considering having him state back the entirety of his orders before I realized that would make really crappy exposition. So instead I had him paraphrase his orders, scornfully in my mind, as he viewed killing just a child, above his skill level as an assassin. So he got bitchy. I am aware that there are Yamanakas and they are blonde, however, I have never seen a male Yamanaka of Naruto's age running around in anything as painfully obvious as his jumpsuit. This would have been in a private message however, you disabled those. Meanie. Also for anyone who had these thoughts occur to them as well. Tata.