Come Come Kakashi!
Chapter 1: Tragedy and Comedy ------------------
And I'll try, to fix you.
---------------------- Fix You by Coldplay
The ANBU ninjas had gagged when they had found him.
His right lung was missing, along with his entire right side, cauterized by the heat of the charkra blow that destroyed it. His skin was blacken and flayed from his body, blood seeping through the agonizing cracks that revealed raw skin.
The body of the female enemy Shinobi lay only a few paces away, part of her head utterly destroyed by his final blow as she stood gloating over his tortured form.
He could hear them as they approached, despite the blindingly white agony that consumed his senses. Their pity for this corpse on the floor radiated off them in waves.
"Kuso!" One of them cursed. "That's another one of ours!"
A presence knelt close to his form and lay a gloved hand on his haite-ite. "Chakra torching." There was a silence.
"Another one for Konoha." Said a low voice. "See that female Sound nin? At least he completed his mission. May your soul rest in peace, brother." The presence moved away and snapped to the rest, " Clear the area! Burn the bodies!"
Despite the pain, the animal desire to survive surged once more in his mind, he could feel hands placing the flame tags along the length of his body. Struggling to make a sound, a cool hand tugging off his haite-ite paused.
Forcing the words past his raw and burning throat, he managed, " …wa…it… I'm…alive…" The troops in the clearing froze in shock that the sound. The ANBU rushed to his body, clamouring.
"He's still alive! He's still alive! Get him back to the Village at once! Go! Go!"
As he felt his body being lifted and spirited away, Umino Iruka felt his conciousness fade away.
He thought, This might be a good way to go…
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Tsunade paced as she awaited the news of the missing Miu team members she had sent after the skirmishing Sound nins. She bit a nail in anxiety. Oh God… please let them be alright…
After the attack on the village, there were less Shinobi than before, forcing her to send even the nins that manned the report rooms and the Konoha Academy. She thought to her predecessor, the Sandaime, Old man, you sure handed me a can full of worms.
Looking out the window, she spotted two ANBU members speeding through the streets with a makeshift stretcher between them. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she leapt off the balcony.
Meeting them in the middle of the street, Tsunade ran alongside them as they rushed to the entrance of the Konoha Hospital. She barked at one of them. "Report!"
The masked soldier panted as he continued to run, "Miu team destroyed except one survivor! Sound Shinobi have been disabled before reaching the border!"
The Hokage cursed. "Take the survivor to the operating theatre at once!"
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Even as experienced as she was, once the cloth protecting the burned survivor was pulled away, she winced. Third degree Chakra burns…Right torso missing….the torched limbs are useless…this man is not going to survive.
"Continue pouring Chakra into him." She told the Shinobi healers. The blackened lids of the man fluttered open and eyes tried to focus on her.
"Ho…Hokage-sama?" A familiar voice. Tsunade's head snapped towards his face.
"Iruka-sensei!"
"Hai…" There was a violent bout of coughing as Iruka writhed, blood coming to his lips. He tried to smile, but the flesh on his face refused to cooperate. The smell of burned skin permeated the room. "Hokage-sama… I don't think I'll make it."
She nearly shouted at the man, "Don't you dare say that! You're not going to die!"
He really tried to chuckle, but failed, pain filling his senses. "You can't save me…"
Tsunade wanted to strike him there and then, but then the beeping of the heart rate monitors speeded up, showing accelerated heart rhythm. He's right, he doesn't have much time left, her thoughts told her.
A Healer at her elbow informed her. "Hokage-sama, the ANBU team brought back the bodies of the team and the enemy Shinobi. We can do an organ transplant."
Tsunade shook her head, irritated, " No, that won't work! His body is too damaged…" She stopped herself. "Or can we…?"
She spun round and pounded the table beside Iruka's head. "Sorry Iruka-sensei, you can't tell your Hokage what she can or cannot do! You bastard, I am going to save you, you hear me!"
The beeping began to slow dangerously.
"I'm going to do the Combination no Jutsu!"
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Kakashi had stopped Team Seven's training abruptly in the training grounds. The Jounin sniffed the air, turning towards the Village. "The ANBU recovery team is back."
The trio looked at him, concerned. Naruto had piped up, "Ne, Kakashi-sensei, how about Iruka-sensei's team?"
There was a silence before their teacher replied. "I smell burnt human flesh." Naruto gave a wild, desperate yell and dashed off in the direction of the Village, with Sakura and Sasuke close on his tail.
Nightmares should not happen during the day. Especially not on a beautiful morning! Naruto sped through the streets towards the hospital. Iruka-sensei! He thought. Please be alive. Kakashi said nothing as he kept pace with his team. On the main street, they met the returning ANBU team.
The street was eerily silent as the animal-masked men paced towards the morgue. Naruto skidded to a halt in front of the procession of men, carrying sheet-covered bodies. The leading ANBU looked up.
Naruto's voice was filled with fear and dread as he asked, "ANBU-sama, what happened to the team?"
The man's eyes glittered from behind his mask. "Gone."
Kakashi spoke up from behind Naruto. "No survivors?"
The head turned. "Only one. I doubt he'll make it."
The blond boy's face grew ashen as he spoke even softer. "How about Iruka-sensei? Is he the survivor?"
The man's tone was clipped, "I don't know." He drew a burnt haite-ite out of his pocket. "Here, this belongs to the survivor." Naruto took it, trembling, from the man's hand. It was a standard issue headband, with no distinguishing marks whatsoever. He raised it to his nose and almost gagged at the stench of burnt flesh on it. A sense of loss began searing down his spine, a weakening tingling that spread to his extremities. He choked back a dry sob.
Kakashi placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, surprised when the kid spun round at his touch and clung to his middle. The Jounin could feel hot tears seeping though his vest. He nodded at the ANBU leader, who continued on with the grim procession of carrying the dead.
Sakura burst into tears as she hugged her sensei and Naruto. He patted them both on the head as they clung to him, murmuring softly. "Yare, yare…" He sighed. It was the life of a Shinobi that they had been born into.
Sasuke simply stood and watched the last ANBU disappear.
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Three days passed…
Come Come Paradise! Chapter 47
"The sleek dark form of Kokoro slid like a panther through the inky darkness of the night. Saving the village of Uruha once more from it ravening enemies, he moved gallantly over the rooftops, marveling at the peacefulness of the slumbering town, quiet in its blessed ignorance of it deadly protector.
"The handsome Shinobi paused, his muscled frame heaving slightly from his exertion, resting slightly against the tiled roof of a mansion. He took in the open courtyard and the dark quarters as he pulled his silk mask down, the mask of the feared and infamous White Fire Dragon, the night-vigilante and assassin, deathly loyal to the powerful clan of Fire Leaves.
"Never would anyone suspect such a fearsome man would have such an exquisitely sculpted face, almost perfect for its hard masculine lines, visually delicious and sensuous lips, glittering ice-blue eyes that spoke nothing of his emotions yet could convey the most heat-rending of truths… This was the face that he revealed only to the moon.
"As if hearing his actions, the cold bright moon slipped out from behind her dark cloud, casting her white winter light on the figure of the White Fire Dragon, caressing his muscled form. Kokoro relaxed in this rare moment, feeling the cold air on his face. In such desolation, thoughts of his murdered childhood companion rose unbidden to his mind. Alone… He was all alone. No affection of women could comfort his pain, nor could the pride of being the strongest ninja in his village comfort the hard, diamond fact that he had failed to save his friend.
"He sucked is the harsh dry air, knowing that he must be a man, an emotionless Shinobi, and such regrets were not for him—
"Suddenly he sensed that someone was watching him. Spinning round and casting a kunai with split-second precision, he hid his handsome face once more. His hawk-like eyes he darted phantom-like to an open window.
"There, with her ample bosom heaving like heavenly orbs, lay a woman, nay, the most sensual nymph, collapsed to the floor in fright. The kunai lay embedded between two fingers, one bleeding every slightly.
Kokoro took in a rare startled breath, she was utterly beautiful! Long silky brown tresses cascaded down her pale bare shoulders, exposed by her loose sleeping robe. Her curvaceous body was sexily defined by her linen clothes, leaving little to be imagined if she were to be unclothed.
" Frightened clear brown eyes stared at him in fear and shock at this handsome and muscled intruder, a porcelain face with a small mouth; it called to the core to his very being made his blood, oh yes his blood, boil in his veins.
"He bent down slowly, showing that he meant no harm. Pulling his mask down, he raised one of her bleeding fingers to his lips and sucked at it. The woman opened her mouth as to scream and struck him hard on his sculpted face.
"He lunged forward, pressing his hand against her mouth, crushing her body under his. He could feel her breasts against his muscled chest, her soft body open below him. Kokoro realized belatedly that her legs were open and he was pressing rather ungentlemanly between them. An important aspect of him stiffened quite undeniably. Luckily his steely Shinobi discipline intervened.
"She bit his hand sharply and hissed as he pulled it away, "You're one of those rebel men that Father-sama warned me against! You filthy bastard! You may desecrate the body of a proud daughter of the Uruha and take her pure life but my father will catch you and make you wish you were in Hell!" She stared defiantly at the darkened face above her, unable to discern his features.
""You are wrong, beautiful milady" said the Shinobi regretfully, "I am too honourable to break the spirit of one so pure. Your purity would torture the desiring in a fate worse than Hell itself." He released her somewhat reluctantly, her warmth making him slightly weak at the knees.
""You brazen barbarian, you have no idea what hell is!"
"I am not a rebel, nor do I mean you harm. I apologise for coming into your boudoir, as I thought an enemy was watching me from the roof." He stood and bowed respectfully. "I will leave now."
""She stared at him in wonderment as he pulled his silk mask over his face, she had never seen such a face before, beautiful and rugged in its contours, a face with the stunning body pressed so intimately against her most private portion of her body. Regret crept into her mind; she wished so much for a person like this, someone so very different from her arranged fiancé, who was a pale rich slob. She cried out "Wait!"
"But he was already gone.
"As he escaped from the mansion, Kokoro could not wipe from his mind the feeling of her soft flesh against his hand, her beautiful eyes and her huge, soft heaving bosom. Her musky smell clung to his Shinobi uniform, reminding him of her warm presence as he sped through the cold night. Already he regretted leaving her. But somewhere deep inside, he knew that he could not fall in love with her. To love was to bring disaster and death to the lover and loved. How he hated what he was sometimes! A Shinobi that could not love!
"Unbeknownst to him, it was his very thoughts that began to bind his heart and lust to that mysterious woman that he met, a significant stranger, spiraling him into a trap that no man could evade.
"But such a love was never to be! The woman of his ardour was of the Uruha family, the daughter of Uruha Saito! A governor of Uruha town, a man who was considered the most dangerous enemy to Kokoro's clan, the man who waged war against the Fire Leaf village so many years before…"
To Be Continued…
Coming next Month! The Exclusive New Book of the Come Come Series! "Come Come Violence!"
Hatake Kakashi shut the book with a sigh. He finally finished his favourite book of the Come Come series so far, reading as slowly as possible, limiting himself to a chapter a day. How he hated a cliff hanger. And that woman sounded so damned sexy too! He sighed against, falling back against the roof of his apartment, where his read his dubious literature by moonlight.
He liked the series not only because of it near pornographic narrative, but because the main character was so similar to himself. He wondered if women would fall for him if he showed his face without the mask once in a while… The moon came out from behind a passing cloud, illuminating the warm summer sky.
He could see the lights of the village from up here, high up where the wind blew quite strongly. It was already the early hours of the morning and there were few people walking the streets of the Hidden Leaf Village.
Squinting a little he spotted Tsunade-sama walk out of the shinobi Hospital, accompanied by a figure swathed in dark, shapeless clothes. The pair walked quietly as Kakashi looked on, curiosity piqued, darting closer to eavesdrop.
"— Combination operation has gone quite smoothly, in my opinion." Tsunade's voice was serious. "I'm sorry that you had to undergo the experimental operation, your injuries were just too serious."
Combination operation? Experimental? Thought Kakashi.
"No, no, it's quite alright Hokage-sama. It had to be done. If it wasn't for your experimental operation, I'd already be dead. Thank you so much for your care and concern for the last few days." The person in disguise replied so softly that the Jounin had trouble discerning its gender.
Tsunade smiled wryly. "Not many people can forgive something as serious as this like you. Now, you make it sound as it I did you a favour."
"I'm glad to be alive, that's all." There was a pause. "I'm just worried about how Naruto will react to this."
So this person knows Naruto, eh? What does he have to do with the kid?
Tsunade hardly looked distressed. "As much as he knows, Iruka-sensei might as well be dead. All he knows is that his favourite teacher …has been attacked…"
Kakashi stared down at the pair in shock. Iruka-sensei was dead? Oh no! Naruto! His precious Iruka-sensei dead!
"How is he, Hokage-sama?"
"He spent the last three days hanging outside the hospital like a heartsick puppy. The nurses refused to tell him anything. You know he hasn't been eating at all."
"Poor boy, I wish there was some other way…than this. How about the children at the Academy? I don't know how I can face anyone anymore—"
Tsuanade cut in "I know for one that Naruto would still love you and regard you highly, despite your form now. He'll understand if you told him."
"I hope, Hokage–sama.
"Hope is good. Now, I want you to take good care of your body, eat well and rest well. It should display the combined physical ability of your old body and the dead one, though I expect the mind should be your own."
"Thank you, Hokage-sama." The figure bowed low.
"Good night. And take care of yourself."
"I will, Hokage-sama."
The figure made it up the fire escape of an apartment block and went in. Kakashi nimbly leapt to the block opposite as the person opened a window. The moonlight cast a rectangle of light on the floor of the apartment.
The robed figure began to strip off the shapeless clothes, revealing a form swathed with bandages.
Deep down inside, the Inner Kakashi berated him for indulging in such peeping-tom activities when someone he knew just died. Poor Iruka-sensei, poor Naruto… It was time for that boy to learn the tragedies of life.
Now then, he debated furiously with his consciously guilty side, this is information gathering after all, so it is all fine and legal to spy on perfectly naked people.
Kakashi smiled, he was such a pervert. Sticking his copy of Come Come Paradise in his back pocket, he crouched lower behind the roof wall, peering down at his target.
His breath caught in his throat as the bandages unraveled, revealing a gorgeous female form. Stunned, he grabbed his book out of his back pocket in disbelief, flipping quickly to the last chapter. He read: There, with her ample bosom heaving like heavenly orbs, lay a woman, nay, the most sensual nymph, collapsed to the floor in fright. The kunai lay embedded between two fingers, one bleeding every slightly. Kokoro took in a rare startled breath, she was utterly beautiful! Long silky brown tresses cascaded down her pale bare shoulders, exposed by her loose sleeping robe. Her curvaceous body was sexily defined by her linen clothes, leaving little to be imagined if she were to be unclothed.
" Frightened clear brown eyes stared at him in fear and shock at this handsome and muscled intruder, a porcelain face with a small mouth; it called to the core to his very being made his blood, oh yes his blood, boil in his veins
He couldn't believe his eyes! The woman was exactly the same as Kokoro's love interest in the last chapter! He stared down at the figure again; she was examining her body, feeling her breasts in wonder. The silken brown tresses cascaded down ivory-white shoulders.
Kakashi felt his pulse race, oh my, I never thought I'll see a woman do that. He looked above at the black sky and uttered a word of thanks. "Oh thank you Kami-sama! She is one SEXY babe!"
The woman spun round and flung a kunai to where Kakashi's head was a moment earlier, his reflexes causing him to vanish to a safer spot. "Who's there?" She called out suspiciously. There was no reply. Kakashi grinned elatedly as he scooted back to his own roof. She even has the fierce defiance too! I like that in a lady!
Thinking that he must be paranoid, Iruka turned back to examining his, or now, her new body.
A/N: Hahaha! This idea just popped into my head! I spent the last three hours writing this. I hope you liked reading it. I meant for Come Come Paradise to be a ridiculously perverse and melodramatic, like a good trashy romance novel.