From ANBU to Sensei

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any other form of Media.

Things to know before reading.

1.) How to read this fic. (No I'm not insulting your intelligence level. I'm just giving a template for easier reading.)

Normal writing.

"Character speaking."

Flashback -Start / Flashback -End

"Dramatic speaking" (used for strong emotion, or a Bijuu/Summon talking.)

POV (point of view change notice, followed by the character's name.)

I slowly begin to open my eye's and take in the sights, sounds, and other sensations of waking awareness. I wince as the light coming in from my window stings my eyes, and I quickly reach for the circular sunglasses resting on the floor next to the futon my body is currently laying on.

"OOaH." I groan in protest as I slowly rise from my futon. I take a quick look around my apartment in an attempt to locate clothing, and I notice my Anbu uniform in a disheveled state about three feet from where I'm standing. My Anbu uniform consists of a black pair of durable 'shinobi- style' cargo pants, an equally black short sleeve 'shinobi- style' shirt, black open toe combat sandals, faded gray body armor, a white porcelain-like mask shaped like a bird's head with various red designs to accentuate the bird like features, and a white hooded cloak to complete the ensemble that signifies me as an Anbu captain.

What is an Anbu you might ask? If you didn't know I wouldn't blame you. The reason being, were kinda secretive. Anbu stands for 'Ansatsu' 'Senjutsu' 'Tokushu' 'Butai'." Loosely translated that stands for Assassination, tactics, military force. We are a special sect of ninja who hide in the dark and either steal secrets, cover up secrets, or kill people in a secretive manner. As if 'normal' ninja's didn't do that already. What separates us from normal ninja's is the fact that once we are selected to undergo a mission it isn't going to bolster our village's economy, improve the reputation of our village, and 'especially' improve relations with other villages. No when we are are chosen to undergo a mission it is to either clean up our village's messes without our enemies finding out, or discover the messes of our enemies without them finding out, ....oh and of course to kill select individuals without our enemies finding out.

Today I'm being called into the Hokage's office for a 'special' mission. That could mean one of two things. A- I'm not coming back alive. Or B- if I do come back alive then I will a have a nice fat paycheck waiting for me, as well as a 'not so nice, fat nurse' threatening me with bodily harm if I try to break out of my ward early. (I never seem to get the skinny nurses, or the female ones for that matter.)

I quickly throw on my Anbu Garb and form a few hand-seals. Then I disappear in a cloud of white smoke. Yay shunshin-no jutsu.

I reappear inside a circular room, the Hokage's office. I see the Sandaime Hokage sitting behind his expensive looking desk made of an incredibly durable wood. How do I know this? Well that desk has been used by three other Hokage's since the founding of the village. In-fact just about everything in this room belonged to one Hokage or another from the framed pictures of Hokage's past, to the various other knick-knacks. Oh and of course there is a two foot stack of paperwork on the Hokage's desk.

"The desk is impressive isn't it." The Hokage asked, distracting me from my musings.

"Hai- Hokage-sama." I replied felling a little foolish.

The Hokage chuckled in amusement. I guess the Hokage's day doesn't get more 'exciting' than this. For the old guy's sake I guess that would be a good thing.

"Gekkou Ryuuji I have called you in here based on the results of your last mission."

This can't be good.

"Based on the confidentiality seal you placed on your mission report I can assume what you wanted to tell me in person is of a sensitive nature."

"Hai- Hokage-sama. While I was infiltrating the new villiage Otogakure. I was compromised, however I was able to escape without being Identified."

The Hokage produced a pipe from somewhere in his robes. "What exactly did you find in that village." The Hokage then narrowed his eyes.

I nervously gulped knowing he wasn't going to like the answer. "I was able to identify it's leader, i.. it's him, the leader of Otogakure is without a doubt Orochimaru of the Sannin."

The Hokage sighed dejectedly. "Are you sure it's him. You were only recently released from the hospital. Your memory could be off."

I could tell that Hokage-sama was grasping at straws. I couldn't blame him. I fought Orochimaru myself and barely escaped with my life. As soon as I returned to the village I was escorted to the emergency ward of Konoha Hospital. "I'm certain Hokage-sama, I used my sensor ability. I will never forget that chakra as long as I live."

The Hokage produced a small bag of tobacco also from somewhere in his robes, and proceeded to light it in his pipe. "Based on what you have just informed me of, you are no-longer going to be on active Anbu duty. I was originally going to have you go with Morino Ibiki to overlook the re-ratification of the Ame peace treaty before it is resigned. Now I will have to send someone else. I'm giving you a new mission, you are going to become a Jounin-sensei. This is the only way I can reasonably keep you in the village for a long period of time without potentially alerting one of Orochimaru's spies. Even though youre identity wasn't compromised, I can't run the risk of Orochimaru finding out what we know."

If it weren't for my mask obscuring my facial features the Hokage would've seen my incredulous look. As soon as the Hokage gave me the hand wave of dismissal, I disappeared in a cloud of white smoke.

I don't know what I have a harder time believing. Orochimaru having spies in Konoha, or me becoming a Jounin-sensei. I continue to mull it over as I take off any and all clothing related to anbu in favor of a more civilian attire. I stand in-front of my bathroom mirror and chuckle at the fact that I'm wearing cheap brown shorts and a cheaper black T-shirt. I brush a few locks of my long spiky brown hair out of my sunglasses covered eyes. To top of my crappy ensemble is a pair of old blue shinobi sandals. As you can tell I live a very spartan life when I'm not risking my neck for the village. Sad....yes I know. Rather than staying cooped up in my apartment I decide I'd rather roam the streets of Konoha, if only to clear my head. Not even a foot out the door and I hear.

"Hey man were hitting the sake bar early today. Aoba finally mastered 'that' jutsu."

I looked over to see my old friend Shiranui Genma approaching me. He still had the infamous chewable senbon needle supported by his teeth. One of these days I'm going to learn how he does that. For now I'll take the invitation to get drunk, and fret over the fact I'm gonna be a jounin-sensei. Gotta love alcohol right?

Explanations

1.) This story will primarily be focused on my OC, who will not be mary-sued like so many rampant OC's are.

2.) I will keep this as close to cannon as I feel necessary, there will be changes. It's fan-fiction for a reason.

3.) This story will have plenty of action, but will also have a 'slice of life' feel to it.

4.) This is not a slash fic. That doesn't mean there might not be characters who prefer an alternative lifestyle. What it does mean is that all of, if not most pairings will be Heterosexual. There also won't be any 'harems'.