This one-shot is gonna be kinda long so I'm breaking it up into a few different parts because I want to upload it tonight but don't really feel like finishing it. (I know I'm lazy.) Mabey when I've finished it completely I'll merge it all into one big story.

Kakashi is 15 and Asuma is 16

It was almost midnight when they finally saw the faint lights of a village in the distance. He was cold, wet, and tired. He had lost his cigerettes, his lighter, and most of his weapons. He was miserable, and it was still raining.

After this one, Asuma vowed never to accept a mission unless he knew the exact details, wheather inculded. Flash floods were not fun.

His partner, Kakashi, was barely conscious, and leaning heavily on him. He had a nasty gash that started on his right side just under the arm, went down over his hip, and ended on his inner thigh. He lost a lot of blood and needed medical treatment.

When they reached the village all they saw were a few small poorly built buildings clustered together. There may have been farmhouses further out, but he couldn't see all that far in the gloom of the night.

There was a bar that advertised avalible rooms for the night. It was empty except for an old man asleep behind the bar. He pulled a chair out from the closest table with his foot and sat Kakashi down in it. The silver haired teen grunted at the movement. He needed to get that wound treated fast.

He slammed his fist down on the bar in front of the old man to wake him.

"Huh, wha? What do ya want?" he asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"A room of course." Asuma growled.

The man blinked blearily up at Asuma, then nearly jumped out of his skin. "You're a shinobi aren't you?"

Asuma rolled his eyes. As if the forehead protector didn't speak for itself. "Yes."

The man froze, like any move would cause Asuma to reach over the bar and snap his neck. "W…we d…don't serve shi…shinobi." He studdered.

Asuma growled, he was in no mood for this, and he'd lost his patience long before nightfall. "Look, my friend and I are tired, and he needs medical attention." As if to emphasize this Kakashi took that moment to slump foreward over the table. "I'm in no mood to play poor little village afraid of the big bad shinobi, give me a god damn room!"

The old man was shaking now. "Yes sir." He handed Asuma a key. "Up the stairs, last door on the left." He pointed to a stairway at the far end of the room.

Asuma ran a hand through his hair. "Now, could you tell me where the docter lives in this charming little hell hole of a village?"

"There ain't no docter." The man said. "I have a first aid kit though." He added hastily as the look of irritation on Asuma's face turned murderous. He practically dove under the bar to look for it.

He came back up moments later with a worn looking wooden box and handed it to Asuma.

He took the box and tucked under one arm as he picked the now unconcious Kakashi up. When he reached the stairs he turned back to the old man. "What's the name of this village?" he asked.

"Ikidomari village." The man answered.

Asuma snorted as he started to haul his partner up the creaking steps. "Of course it is." He muttered.

A/N

Ikidomari - Dead End (Or so my little translator thingy tells me.)

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