Yes! I'm back! I went over my story like five times and I found my main issues, so part two should be quite better. I apologize for the lack of NaruXHina, but I'll redeem myself this time I promise. I think if I add some more description to my scenes I can make a very nice story here. Anyway, I'm not gonna bother with saying what I own and what I don't own. Jammer's mine and pretty much the only thing I claim under me. Ok, let's go!!!

Chapter 1

Another rainy night was nothing new to the inhabitants of the Land of Water. What most people would find soothing, the people that actually live in this country were more so annoyed by the falling water. Local inns and restaurants couldn't stand the water due to the leaks in the roofs of their establishments. You couldn't attract customers to a place with buckets spread all around the floor to catch the drippings from the sky; and, without the extra customers, there was no way to make any extra revenue in the businesses. The only place that had customers that didn't care about the leaks were the bars, and that's because all the customers were either drunk or had braved through worse conditions.

Unfortunately for the bars, majority of the customers there were all ninja. Everyone knew that shinobi that were raised in the Land of Water were the most paranoid shinobi ever created. The reason for this constant paranoia? The rain of course. The rain that could conceal the scent and tracks of the enemy. When rain hits the roof of a building most shinobi can't tell if it's footsteps or simply the rain. It's a gamble that no respectable ninja should ever lose. This gamble is what all the occupants of a tavern in a small town in the Land of Water called Orin.

Majority of the shops and stores were all closed in this small town. The only sources of light were the moon and the lights from the bar. Upon walking into this bar that looked like it could collapse at any moment, one would notice the amount of killing intent literally pouring out of the building. Reason for this? The paranoid ninja waiting for another paranoid ninja to make a move. Due to the amount of paranoia, the entire bar was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. The only sounds that could be heard were the pouring of the liquor at the bar, and the whispers of the allies at the multiple tables spread around the tavern.

It was an unwritten custom of the bar for all visitors to remove whatever hood or mask they had on. Leaving something on that could conceal your face would only add to the paranoia in the room. So when a person walks into the bar and leaves their hood on, they're either incredibly strong or incredibly stupid. Either way, it's always a gamble.

A hooded patron walked through the ancient wooden door with a worn, brown cloak over his body. Upon seeing the person, nearly everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the man. All the warriors in the establishment (shinobi and samurai alike) reached for their weapons as discreetly as possible just in case something broke out. The hooded man looked around for a seat in the tavern and finally found one at the bar. Upon taking his seat, the burly bartender stared at the new customer intently. Looking into the eyes of the bartender, one could tell he didn't want a fight to break out in his tavern. But upon closer inspection you could tell he wasn't afraid to get into a few scrapes himself. What with the missing left eye and multiple scars riddling his body; let's not forget the fresh bloodstains on his blue T-shirt. It was safe to say that he successfully broke up a fight earlier that night. His one brown eye kept shifting towards the hood of the cloak, but the mystery man simply ignored him and slapped a wad of bills onto the table.

"Get me the strongest shit you got." The mystery man demanded in a gruff voice, "And fix the fucking leaks in the roof. It's driving me insane."

Staring at the bills in front of him, the bartender quickly took it and went into the back to get the strongest whiskey he had. The mystery man began to drum his fingers on the counter as he waited impatiently. That, and he knew that everyone in the room had to be staring at him by now. He was planning on keeping to himself until he heard a voice next to him.

"You may want to consider removing your hood stranger. You're making everyone a tad uncomfortable."

The man turned to his left to see another man with a slashed Kiri hitai-ate on his forehead and messy black hair growing all around it. It was obvious he was a Kiri native because he was dressed in nothing but a black tee and black pants. Water didn't bother him one bit. The mystery man looked down to see the ex-Kiri nin's feet didn't quite touch the ground to say the least.

"I guess they don't prohibit underage drinking here. Shame really. And either way, I quite like my hood. Anyone have a problem with it can just fuck off. We're all missing nins here, why would we turn the other in? Not like any of you are Konoha ninja." The mystery man stated as he continued to drum his fingers on the countertop.

The occupants of the tavern began to "relax" after hearing the small speech and went on about their business. By now, the bartender had come back with the whiskey that the mystery man downed in a matter of seconds.

"Keep it comin good sir. And get a glass for my little friend here."

"Absolutely sir." The burly man replied and went to the back room again.

"You seem pretty generous stranger." The small man commented.

"Yeah, well with all the shit going on out there, we could use some more people like me."

The small man nodded in agreement as he stroked his black goatee. The bartender came back from the back room and handed the two of them another glass and two bottles so he wouldn't have to go back.

"I mean, it's just a damn mess. Three months ago you got people in Konoha killin people of Kumo for no good reason. Village after village making and breaking treaties. And to top it all off, they tell me there was an attack on Amegakure by Orochimaru that Akatsuki defended against. I just said 'fuck it' and left my shit hole of a village. We're all gonna die, I just wanna prolong it for a bit."

The smaller man chuckled.

"You got that right. We've all been trained for near all our lives to stop missing nins, but now I realize that this is the only way to live." The smaller man stated.

"No idiotic missions," The mystery man counted off on his hand, "No protection of the weak, and no getting paid five fucking bucks for risking my life every damn day."

The two of them laughed at this. MM downed another glass of the whiskey and snapped his fingers as he remembered something.

"But we can't even live like this anymore. Ain't there a rumor going around about a group of shinobi hunting down all missing nin?"

"Whoa, hold on there friend." The smaller shinobi warned, "That's some dangerous stuff to be spoutin about."

"Guess that means it's true then." MM sighed as he poured another drink, "So why you leave your country mate? Rules getting to you?"

"Naw, there were quite a few of us Kiri shinobi that left the village a few months ago. We heard about Konoha and Kumo…just decided to get the hell out before they began fucking with us." The small man took another drink, "But honestly, we've all be dropping like flies. Orin is probably the safest place for a missing nin in the Land of Water."

"Oh? Kiri's trackers getting you?" MM asked.

"No, it's that fucking group. Mirai. They're chasing us down like animals. No one even knows who's in the group. There have been no survivors from any attack."

"None? They use poison or what?"

The smaller shinobi stared at the hooded man for a moment. He then glanced to the whiskey he'd been drinking and shrugged his shoulders.

"May as well tell you. It's a jungle out there. Only thing we know for sure is that they use poisoned weapons. A real nasty venom. Some of the more experienced shinobi are trying to create an anti-venom but the shit keeps changing after every kill."

"Damn, sounds like a real pain. Only thing left to do is hide in a cake." MM stated as he took another drink.

The ex-Kiri nin looked at MM in confusion.

"Hide…in a cake?"

"So in all reality, you and a few of your loser friends left Kirigakure cause you were tired of dealing with all those snot-nosed brats. Another Chuunin exam would probably be the death of you…right?"

"What? Who…are you?"

MM downed his last bit of whiskey and slammed the glass onto the countertop.

"Miss me…Guppy?"

As those words left his mouth, two missing nins in the tavern dashed for MM. The hooded man merely ducked on his bar stool, and allowed the bartender to leap over the counter with two blue balls of chakra in each hand.

"Gaara!" The bartender called out.

After the name was called, a giant hand made of sand tore off the roof of the bar. Sand also blocked the exits of the building.

"Jammer!" The bartender called out.

The mystery man began making seals and ended on Monkey.

"Ikazuchi Hakai!" He shouted as he slammed his hands onto the wet ground.

Lightning raced all around the room, frying everyone that was caught in its path. Jammer removed the brown cloak he had on and adjusted his hitai-ate. His black cargo pants had bottles of liquor poking out of every pocket. The bartender poofed into smoke, revealing a smiling Naruto, clad in orange sandals and black cargo pants. His shirt now black with orange flames on the sleeves (Ino's new design). The sand that was blocking the exits returned to its source as Gaara walked into the remains of the bar, dressed in his basic red robe and black pants. He was rubbing his head out of irritation, which was normal when on a mission with Naruto and Jammer.

"That took entirely too long." Gaara told Jammer, "You both know that I hate rain."

"Yeah, I think he was enjoying being served by me a bit too much." Naruto added.

"Yeah, well I was TRYING to learn a bit more about these missing nin hideouts. They're terrified of us that's for sure." Jammer slurred out. "Damn room, stop spinning."

"And you're wasted on top of that. Way to go. Ino's gonna kill the both of us for letting you drink."

"I guess all there is to do is get drunk together?" Jammer asked the blonde hopefully.

"Later." Gaara stepped in. "We have to go back to Konoha now. Naruto?"

"One step ahead of you. The toads will love the rainy weather." Naruto said as he slammed his hand in the muddy ground.

When the plume of smoke dispersed, three large toads greeted the Namikaze heir.

"Take us home guys?" Naruto asked, "I got liquor for when we get back."

"Hell yeah!" The toads and Jammer exclaimed.

"You stole alcohol from the bar?" Gaara questioned.

"Yup. Sealed in into a scroll. We can open up our own bar in Konoha now!" Naruto said with a cheesy grin, "Don't look at me like that Gaara. With the amount of cash we gave that guy and his family the least he can do is give us all his liquor. He's gonna have a great life in Suna I'm sure. It's nice and dry."

"Ugh, let's just go. I need new friends." Gaara said to himself as he jumped on top of a blue toad.

"You get blood on your new headband Jammer?" Naruto asked his friend as he climbed aboard Gamakichi.

"Huh?" Jammer took off the headband and examined it.

The new black hitai-ates that were for Mirai members only was probably the boy's most precious item. The design of a small fire carved into the black metal was indeed cool, but if anything were to befall that hitai-ate there would be hell to pay. Hanabi did NOT like it when her art was damaged in any way. Jammer gulped as he remembered the young Hyuuga threatening all of them if they ever lost her creation.

"It's good!" Jammer shouted as the toads took to the air.

That's it! Chapter 1 is finished peoples. I just wanted to get my feet wet (so to speak). I look forward to Chapter 2. Anyway, that's the setting. Missing nins are scared of the group that Gaara made called Mirai (translates to future. Next chapter will explain why this name was decided). As for what happened in Konoha after the last chapter, that will be explained next chapter as well. I have NaruXHina next chapter, once again I apologize for neglecting that completely last story. I shall redeem myself!!! And yes that was the midget test proctor from the Chuunin Exams in last story. If you're confused, then you GOTTA read the first story. It's good! I promise! Okay, I'm starving. See ya'll later! R&R or R now and R later or never idc. Haha. Peace!