It was darker. Darker than the accustomed starry nights that haunted the deep woods in the outskirts of the Fire Country. There was not a single cloud in the heavens and the moon was new. This contributing to the abyss that coated the heavens.

A flash of silver blurred past the thick branches of the tall trees. Hatake Kakashi swiftly maneuvered his way back from Kusakagure, the Village Hidden in the Grass, he had just finished a high priority, solo, mission.
Despite being a small village, the Grass village was well known for being skilled in diplomacy. They read and analyze techniques and every information they can get their hands on in order to remain one step ahead of the other villages. One of the factors they emphasize in analyze are rising trends in crime. This does not exclude new and potential threating individuals...

He could feel the scroll with information he had been handed weighting heavy on his Jounin vest's chest pocket.
The informant had been concise when meeting him. He hadn't uttered less than a word. "Here," he said before retrieving to his motel room.
Part of him was concerned that he would encounter trouble on the way. This was an important message. It had to be send with a professional so it wouldn't be intercepted and then slip into dangerous hands…
Nothing good ever came from the Grass Village. Well at least in his head. His mind briefly flickered to the dreadful events that occurred on that faithful day when Team Minato was assigned to destroy Kanabi Bridge. The day that Obito Uchiha sacrificed himself for his comrades.
There was only one thing left to do. Return home safely and report to Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Sandaime.
His mind was focused. Senses fully aware of his obscure surroundings. He leapt to a branch which he didn't make.
His black eye widened when he felt an inhumane extension snake around his ankle and violently slam him down towards the ground.

'What the hell was that?!' He thought alert as he hid amongst the tall branches of a nearby tree. Luckily, he had caught it in time. This strange presence…
He couldn't believe it had almost snuck up on him.

He saw the log he had used for his replacement illusion crash into splinters as it made contact with the ground. The dark extension- almost like a cobra curled back into the terrain vanishing.

'Show yourself…' His eyes scanned for his enemy.
Suddenly- a bitterly sweet fragrance greeted him. He flinched and his knife clashed with an enemy's. He didn't hesitate in attacking and fighting back. Every slash, punch and kick he threw his opponent skillfully dodged. The figure before him stood tall. It wore a dark long sleeved cloak with a heavy hood. The figure was inhumane. It almost seemed to levitate in the darkness. After some hesitation he decided to use his Sharingan. Lifting up his hitai-ate forehead protector revealing his crimson Sharingan.
The opponent's chakra was surprisingly completely ordinary. It seemed to embodied a human- whatever this thing was.

Both stood opposite with feet planted to the ground firmly. He clenched his kunai knife tightly. The enemy remained faceless.

"What do you want?" He growled out. He really wasn't in the mood for this.

The creature simply stuck out a pale hand forward as if asking for something-

The scrolls.
The information…

"Who sent you?"

It remained silent. He didn't hesitate in attacking. This time bombarding the individual with a thunderstorm of fire shuriken that rained from above. The creature swiftly dodged them all. It was then he rose from beneath the ground. His gloved fingers brushed its sandals. His dagger managed stabbed the thing's heel marking a perfect vertical line in the area.

Whatever it was. It bleed. Meaning it was mortal. This was good news for him. He analyzed the crimson liquid under his fingers.

It performed a swift backflip and once again they stood face to face. Mask to mask. Both disguised. Finally it showed its hands. They slowly grasped the hood and slowly lifted it up. Kakashi couldn't see a face. He instantly became paralyzed. All that he would perceive was a pair of gleaming amethyst eyes. Both like shinning gems. Both bright enough that the identity of the user remained anonymous.

'W-What is this?' This was not an illusion and if it was it was a new type of Genjutsu. He had never encountered such a ill sentiment in battle. The look in those menacing eyes had petrified him. Then he felt it wrap around him that snake like extension that held him captive against the log of a tree. It wasn't a snake. It was a scaly, dark, whip.

He was immobilized. He struggled, but the more he did the weaker he felt. He felt as if it was draining his own life. He reached for a knife he kept under his sandal's, but his hand ached. He had to think this through. Strategize-

"The more you struggle the more chakra that is absorbed from your body," the ominous voice spoke. It had an edge of playfulness to it. Almost as if this was a sadistic game. He noticed that the glowing had ceased. Still the figure slowly approached him. It stood dangerously close holding a kunai in its hand. He couldn't seem to calm his harsh breaths. He focused in memorizing every single one of the enemy's characteristics. But there was nothing he could catch on to.
Only that bitter sweet smell that it seemed to reek. The hooded figure was merely inches away from him. It grinned maliciously as it pressed the knife to his neck. Then slowly snaked it down. It taunted him lightly poking his chest with it before it flicked the pocket open.

His eyes remained hard. He wanted nothing more than to wipe that disgusting smirk of its face. A second hand crept from under the sleeves as it grasped the small scroll carefully with a thumb and index finger.

"Thank you!" It said in a childish sing song voice.

Then he realized.

It was a woman. The woman giggled, but it was more like a sultry hum. Her knife once again traced his torso moving up and lingering on his masked face for a moment. He arched his neck back wanting to create distance between his face and the cool blade.

"You're lucky I like you!" She chirped in a sickly sweet voice.

He saw her mockingly pucker her lips and blow a goodbye kiss. It made his blood boil. He immediately tensed up fighting against her tight whip. He saw a wide smirk grace her mouth before turning away.

With a gust of howling wind, she vanished into the darkness.

He snapped free from the grasp of her whip as soon as she vanished.

He wasted no time in summoning all nine of his loyal ninken dogs. They spread in all the directions of a compass wasting no time to seek out the bloody scent of the one injury Kakashi had been able to do. They worked hard in search of the culprit who had taken the missing scroll.

They were all unsuccessful.

Kakashi returned to the Grass Village in an attempt to locate the informant. The source of information.

Luckily he found him in his room before it was too late in the evening.
Unluckily- he was already as dead as a doornail.