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Ninja Protocol: ANBU (Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai / Special Assassination and Tactical Squad)
There are many reasons for ninja protocol. This series focuses on one particular group and their most important protocol of all time, 'The mask is always on.'
There used to be a time when ANBU officers did not always have to have their masks on. When sitting in for ANBU meetings or chatting it up with other ANBU officers, they were not required to wear their masks. Unfortunately, there were several great risks in ninja who take Sclass missions being recognized by their face. Namely, death.
It all started with a group of three brand new, still wet behind the ears ANBU recruits. They were barely even adults, merely children.
There was the third prodigy of the noble clans, straight from the branch clan of the Hyuuga nobility, Hoshi Hyuuga. It seems like all the prodigies from the byakugan wielding clan stem from their branch.
This was not the case with the ever so noble Uchiha clan, though. The one to graduate with top marks every step of the way, Itachi Uchiha. The Uchiha Prodigy, as he was dubbed.
And lastly, the heiress to the Imaru Empire, Yukiyo Imaru. Too bad that she was always second best to her team leader, the Uchiha boy.
This was the group of three. Team Seven was their name, complete with all three noble clans of the Leaf and the top three graduates of the Ninja Academy. Led by the one, the only, White Fang of Konoha. He died when after though. But this is not a story that focuses on these three's academy or genin or even chuunin days. This story begins with the uprising of three ANBU recruits.
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"Tachi!" the door of the Hokage's office was flown open, and there stood a young woman with silver hair and dark blue eyes, glaring fiercely, "You denied a solo mission for me, who the fuck do you think you are?"
Without waiting for an answer, she continued, spewing out obscenities faster than one could comprehend, "Like, what the fuck, Tachi? I want to skewer you, you little dirt ridden filth of a bastard's child! Team leader doesn't give you any right whatsoever to mess with my damn missions, jackass! I going to fucking rip out your stupid shitty sharingan eyes and if I find out that that mission was a goddamn Sclass, I will kill you, do you understand, you motherfucker?" her voice ended off with a loud hiss.
"Shh. You're too loud, Yukiyo-chan. It was just an Aclass mission, I didn't think it would be enough of a thrill for your abilities, dear. Instead, I signed you up for a Sclass mission, isn't that better? In addition to that, the old mission involved a master ninja," pause, "Who is a man, and you know what that means. The new mission is much better."
"Oh yea?" the Imaru Empress took a couple steps closer to the Uchiha prodigy, "How so; care to elaborate?" she inched closer, her entire weight on his body, purring.
Itachi sighed, so much for being demure about the loss of her mission, "Why don't we speak about this another time, Yukiyo-chan." he looked her fixedly, "Namely, after my conversation with the Sandaime, our Hokage."
"Tch. Fine, and by the way," she turned to go, "I wouldn't even think about hurting your cute little face, sweetheart." she blew a kiss and closed the door, making sure to slam it with enough force so that the hinges would rattle but not break.
"I'm sorry about that Hokage-sama." Itachi smiled ruefully at the old man sitting in the Hokage's chair.
"It's fine. It always amazes me though; how you can bear not to unleash your kekkei genkai on that spoiled brat?" the Sandaime chuckled, sometimes, the Imaru Princess just made him want to smash her head onto a couple of wooden tiles. Just to smack her back in place.
The younger man smiled, though it never really reached his eyes, "Yukiyo's my precious teammate, as well as a friend that I consider to be family. I would never put her under the sharingan's hold. To do that, I would have to lose all my morals and become worse than filth. Worse than trash, Hokage-sama." his face was pleasant, his voice was light and joyful, but his meaning was covered in dirt and blood that was still dripping fresh and cleanly. This time, the Hokage had stepped out of line.
You just don't mess with any of the Noble clans in Konoha. Not anymore. Not since their raise to power. Thus, the massacre that we know today will take place in the near future.
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"So, Tachi. What's the new mission about? You wouldn't tell me after all." Yukiyo glanced at her teammate, "At least, not in Pop's office." she squirmed slightly under his questioning gaze.
Itachi huffed, sliding his hand over his face, "What was that all about? Acting as if you and I were about to elope in some far off Winter Wonderland."
"What was what all about?" a new voice joined their conversation, a certain Hyuuga's voice, to be exact, "Anyhow, I heard we've got a new mission. What's it about?"
"Tachi didn't like a woman's touch, that was all, Hoshi-chan." the young lady drawled.
"Oh?" a questioning glance over, "So you do swing that way. I suppose the weight of bearing a heir rests purely and completely on your dear brother's shoulders then?" Hoshi turned to his female teammate, "Who do you think you are? Don't -chan me, you little ass."
Itachi had his work cut out for him, his teammates were, once again, in their own little world of blood and gore, wishing to rip one another's guts out, "Now, hold on, before you destroy half of Konoha. Let me explain this new mission."
"And I was thinking I could get a little bit of action before Mr. Perfect gets a hold on his violent little pet."
Yukiyo's jaw dropped, "Bring it on, Branchy! I'll kick your ass all the way to the Mist, seeing that you're so damn weak!"
Hell, the two of them were already in fighting position, kekkei genkai unleashed.
"Screw this, call me when you two are finished beating the bloody snot out of one another." the only reasonable one; threw his hands up into the air and walked off.
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Just to tell you, this is a Kakashi OC story. Itachi is just here for kicks... that and his (made belief) teamates are here to torment the poor soul.