You Wear Insanity Well
Rated: M for mature content and mostly language
Disclaimer: If I owned anything here…well than I probably wouldn't be here…
Summary: "I wouldn't ask this from you unless it was an emergency. Mind you, I still hate you, you bastard, but this isn't about me. Just help me please? Help me save my baby."

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02: Secret
(but can they keep it? oh no they can't)

Tangier, Morocco
11:30 UTC

Naruto reclined back in his chair, kicking his feet up loudly on the desk before him, enjoying the cool atmosphere an office building with air condition had to offer on a hot Moroccan day. Beside him, his partner's eyes were transfixed eerily on the black Nintendo DS that he held diligently in his hands, his thumbs twiddling away. Naruto chuckled to himself, wishing that he could get lost in the video game world. Perhaps it had once been an option, but after living a hardened life on the streets, video games just couldn't hold that lure to him.

Naruto clasped one hand behind his head as he dug his phone out of his pocket - a newly purchased smartphone - and busied himself flicking through the day's top news stories. It was a rather typical day in the office for him and his partner. Not many people came through and when they did, they abided by the rules. Really, the position of 'security' was actually a giant joke. Naruto suspected that if he kept this position, his slim and fit physique would soon cease to exist.

The sound of the revolving door swishing, accompanied by a warm gust of wind from the outside alerted Naruto that someone had come in, yet he did nothing to change his position or even look up. The sound of shoes clacking on the clean polished floors came to a stop in front of the security desk. With a bored monotone that would make any telemarketer or secretary proud, Naruto began his spiel.

"Morning, welcome to Simmons and Mercer Architectural Firm. Please sign the guest book in front of you with your full name, date and time before reporting who you are here to see. After receiving your I.D from my partner here, please proceed down the hall to the elevators on your left and take them to the floor as indicated on your I.D. The secretary there will phone in your appointment." Naruto rattled off, his eyes not leaving his phone. Really, there was no use as security cameras would give him playback of this interaction anyway. "Identification, please?" He asked, holding his hand out expectantly.

There was a slight murmur of amusement. "If I'm here to see you, am I still required to fill out the sign in sheet?" A suave male voice asked.

Naruto's partner beside him, a young man around Naruto's age with golden brown skin and curly black hair looked up from his DS and looked at Naruto expectantly, his eyebrows quizzically raised. Naruto's fingers froze over his phone and his blue eyes drifted up to look at the man before him. What he saw, however, didn't make him pleased. "Shit." He murmured, pulling his feet off the desk as he sat up.

Beside him, his partner reached for the phone that was situated on the desk. Naruto quickly waved him off as he stood up. "Neji? What are you doing here?"

Neji gave Naruto a brief smile on his pale, smooth face. His brown hair, significantly shorter compared to the last time Naruto saw him, was efficiently pulled away from his face and gathered into a low pony tail at the base of his neck. He was wearing a crisp white button up shirt with a light beige jacket and pants. An expensive Italian leather belt encircled his waist.

"Well…" He said, lifting his arm to pull away the sleeve of his jacket, revealing a small watch with a well worn leather band. Neji briefly glanced at it before turning his pearly eyes on Naruto once again. "I'm here to ask you out to lunch I guess. There are some things I want to discuss with you."

Naruto bit his lip before glancing at his partner. He gave him a swift nod. "I suppose that would be ok." Naruto muttered as he walked out from around the desk. His eyes were wary as he followed Neji out of the cool comfort of the air conditioned building and into the already sweltering heat under the Moroccan sun.

"Are you a fan of Moroccan food?" Neji asked amicably, his hands shoved in his pockets as he and Naruto walked along. "If not, I think there is a rather nice American Bistro…"

"Why are you here Neji?" Naruto asked, breaking through the comforting atmosphere Neji had been attempting to set up. Naruto wasn't very pleased about Neji being here. It wasn't that he didn't like Neji, in fact he was quite fond of the guy. After all, anyone who could piss one Sasuke Uchiha off was a swell guy in his book. But one couldn't forget the tiny detail that Neji was a spy. Call Naruto crazy, but would anyone actually be happy to find the CIA on their doorstep?

"I think the American Bistro will do quite nicely." Neji replied instead, neatly dodging Naruto's question.

Naruto sighed and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his stiff brown pants. So Neji didn't want to talk just yet. Fine. Naruto followed Neji down the crowded and frenzied streets of Tangier, wondering how exactly the man knew his way around the city better than he did.

Neji led Naruto to a quaint bistro inside the Grand Socco, pots of flowers dotting the area, brightly coloring the area. Neji quickly seated himself at one of the outside tables, as if he frequented the place often. Naruto sometimes had to wonder at the audacity of the rich…or anyone in government. Naruto joined Neji at the table, loosening the collar around his neck. Luckily, the table Neji had chose was facing the Tangier Bay, meaning a comforting breeze filtered through the area.

Neji was already comfortably sipping on chilled bottle water and Naruto had a beer in his hand, lunch already in the process of coming before he decided to talk about his true intentions for visiting.

"You sure you should be drinking on the job?" Neji asked skeptically. "I don't think your company wants the liability of you drunkenly shooting someone."

"Right." Said Naruto rolling his blue eyes. "Because I'm packing heavy." He said, flipping a stun gun out of his pouch. He twirled it around his fingers as Neji bit back his amusement. Naruto stowed it away before taking another sip of his beer. "Enough stalling, Hyuuga." He said, his voice suddenly serious. If Neji was reporting a threat against him and Sakura, he needed to know.

Neji closed his eyes briefly and smoothed a hand over his hair. "It's the ITP."

Naruto blanched and put his beer down rather harshly. "They're coming for me aren't they? For me and Sakura, the remaining ones…Shit I should have known…" Naruto said, his hands clenching into fists.

"No, it's not that!" Neji said, alarm coming into his voice as his eyes snapped open. "It's about the ITP, but it doesn't relate to you, relax."

"Sorry," Grumbled Naruto, "If I become a little tense when you mention the organization that ruined my life."

Traces of a smile ghosted over Neji's features. "A little touchy are we?"

"A little." Said Naruto. "Can you blame me?"

Neji shrugged nonchalantly. "I thought you would be pleased to hear the round up attempts have gone rather well actually. In fact, Orochimaru succumbed to his injuries a few months ago. He contracted pneumonia."

Naruto smirked. "The poor bastard."

"Orochimaru's right hand man, Kabuto, is still alive however. We know he's harboring a lot of secrets, but the stingy son of a bitch still refuses to talk. He didn't react much to news of Orochimaru's death, so we still aren't sure what he still has to hide by keeping information from us."

"I'm sure you offered him generous compensation in order to turn him into an asset didn't you?" Naruto mused.

Neji gave Naruto a wry smile. "I offered to allow him to keep his life, in exchange for the information, but it appears that isn't generous enough."

Naruto laughed, feeling a bit more at ease. "We've managed to subdue most of the agents," Neji continued. "There are a few who have continued to elude us. I doubt they know anything about your hand in ITP's take down." Consoled Neji.

Naruto felt his heart lighten considerably and he allowed himself a cheeky smile. "Great then, fucking fabulous." He said, leaning back and taking a quick chug of beer.

Neji's face, however, didn't express the same sort of relief. If Naruto hadn't been so lost and walking on cloud nine, he would have noticed that Neji's expression almost seemed to darken.

"Naruto…" Said Neji, breaking the blond haired man out of his reverie, "Do you remember any missions that you went on, who your targets were?"

Naruto furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you ask?"

Neji clicked his well manicured fingers against his water bottle. "We retrieved a lot of files, mission files detailing most of the assassinations that were carried out. Yours, however, were missing."

"Hm." Said Naruto thoughtfully. "Probably burned them. To erase all evidence that I ever existed after I was terminated." He mused. "Not surprising."

"But you did go on missions, didn't you?" Asked Neji, pressing. "Were your targets politicians or national enemies…?"

Naruto sighed. "I was only activated for one mission actually. A handler went with me since I was only…six at the time, I think. I actually don't remember much."

Neji clasped his hands in front of him, almost exasperated. "It's really pertinent that you remember."

Naruto's eyebrows narrowed. "What the hell is this about?"

Neji let out a deep sigh and Naruto sat forward, getting the feeling that Neji was about to delve into a deep story that he did not want to hear.

"When we purged ITP's files, we came across a number of financial documents. Lists of off-shore bank accounts, numerous high priced financial transactions…"

"Well, the clients had to pay some how right?" Asked Naruto, not seeing the point.

"Client." Corrected Neji. "There was only one."

"…What?" Asked Naruto, noting how extremely odd Neji's statement just sounded. It was practically impossible for any hit man or assassin group to be funded solely by one client. First came the matter that no one had that many enemies and even if they did, there would no doubt be periods of lag where no jobs came through at all. The fact of the matter was, ITP never experienced lag periods…at all. Countless youth and handlers were taken out every week to perform jobs.

"The ITP…they were government funded." Said Neji, his voice stoic. He sat back a moment, allowing Naruto to absorb that fact.

Naruto felt as if his earth was shattering into a million little pieces. Ok, well maybe it wasn't that serious, but it was HUGE, mind blowing actually. Naruto had always assumed that Orochimaru was just a sick bastard, someone who enjoyed kidnapping orphaned children from their orphanages and training them to fuel his need for blood, or something to that extent. To find that Orochimaru had an employer, that it was his own government no less? That was heavy.

"We managed to trace back a few of the transactions, to the bank accounts where they originated from. While most were scattered across various places, three were connected back to the Cayman Islands, same account number and registered to the same person. Upon further investigation, they all connected back to the same name, a Pietro Pinelli. We're still running the name through our databases." Explained Neji.

"How do you know it was the government then, if you haven't traced the name back to them?" Questioned Naruto.

Neji gave Naruto a wry smile. "Coincidentally, that same account number was traced back to an arms deal for the Italian Armed Forces – one the government personally claimed they paid for. The reason no one ever found this connection is because no one was looking for it."

"Fuck me." Naruto muttered. "This is deep shit. Like…Huge."

"You're telling me." Said Neji. "That's why it's crucial that you remember any details about the agency for us. I want to get to the bottom of this."

"Ugh." Naruto sat back, massaging his forehead. "The guy was a suit. It was…in a hotel, which hotel I don't remember. I slipped into the bathroom that he was using and snuck under his stall. Shot him point blank in the head. I don't remember what happened afterward." His memory of the incident was fuzzy. He remembered quietly slipping into the stall to the man's left before slipping under the slot underneath. The man had barely formed the words for him to get the hell out when Naruto raised his gun and shot. He remembered breaking protocol – he had shut his eyes when he shot and didn't open them until he had slipped out of the stall.

Iruka had been his handler. He remembered the kind-hearted man scooping Naruto into his arms as soon as he emerged from the bathroom. Then, in a voice that Naruto remembered as being strange coming from Iruka, he made a phone call.

"Frazetta." Said Naruto suddenly. "I think. The guy's name could have been Frazetta. I don't quite remember."

Neji took his phone from his pocket and quickly texted the name. "I'll run it through the databases and see. Thanks Naruto."

"Hn." Said Naruto absentmindedly. A waiter in a crisp uniform came to the table, cutting off Neji's next words as he placed a burger and fries in front of Naruto and a meatball sandwich in front of Neji. After asking if anything else was needed, he left the table, leaving Neji to say his next words.

Naruto was morosely picking at a French fry when Neji spoke. "Naruto, I want you to be careful."

Naruto looked up, his once bright eyes now dull after all the information he received. "Why? I thought that you said the ITP wasn't after me…?"

"They aren't…" Allowed Neji. "But I don't like where this investigation is headed. I have a bad feeling…" Murmured Neji.

"Great." Muttered Naruto. Needless to say, it was the worse meal that he had in a while.

Rome, Italy
11:49 UTC

Hinata shifted away, her eyes opening to the gleaming sunlight pouring in through her bedroom window. She gave a soft yawn and stretched her limbs out before sitting up to comb through long, tangled black locks of hair. She rubbed at her forehead as she looked around her bedroom. She didn't remember returning home last night, how had she gotten into bed?

Gingerly sliding off the bed, she stood up, her loose sleeping garments shifting around her. She heard the sound of fingers clacking on a keyboard and took a few steps, her head peeking into the adjoining study. Sasuke was sitting at his desk, furiously typing away on his laptop, his ear piece practically glued to his ear. Although his hair was neatly combed, he was bare footed and still wearing the baggy T-shirt and sweatpants that he usually wore to bed, signifying that he didn't go into the office that day. Hinata put a hand to her mouth. Because of her?

Just then, Sasuke turned his head toward her and stopped typing. "Hinata?" He asked softly. Rolling away from his desk, he quickly approached her, his face showing concern.

He guided her slowly back to bed, sitting her down as he knelt down before he, as if she were a small child. "How do you feel?" He asked, reaching for her hand.

"I'm fine." Said Hinata blushing. "Do you remember…" Her eyes gazed around the room, as if she was lost. "…How I got home?"

Sasuke's eyebrows creased. "Kiba brought you home…I wasn't home yet, but he left me a note. He didn't say much…" He muttered, slightly aggravated at the brown haired man.

Sasuke knew that Kiba was well intentioned – he and Hinata had dated briefly, back before Sasuke had even been interested in Hinata. It had caused a brief scandal, considering Hinata was the former Hyuuga heiress and that it was an office romance, but it had been short lived as they soon broke up, rather amicably and decided to just remain friends. Sasuke had always wondered if Hiashi had pressured Hinata to break up with the Inuzuka. While Kiba was not from an un-respectable family – he came from a long line of excellent veterinarians, the type that only people like Hiashi Hyuuga could afford, he wasn't of the same breed so to speak. Pun intended.

Kiba and Hinata had remained good friends, but sometimes Sasuke wondered if the Inuzuka still had feelings for his wife. It wasn't that he wasn't friendly toward Sasuke, he just wasn't all that helpful, as demonstrated by the brief note he left.

Hinata's eyebrows creased. "Kiba…but I don't remember…" She racked her brain, trying to remember what happened last night. She remembered Kiba waking her up, she remembered leaving the office and walking to her car…something happened…what was it? She bunched her fists up, trying desperately to grasp at the memory.

"Are you ok?" Sasuke asked, putting a hand to her forehead. "Perhaps you are coming down with something…not enough rest maybe?"

Hinata seemed to be at a loss for words as she shook her head, her mouth slightly open. She saw someone last night, someone in the parking lot…why couldn't she remember? Why was everything so hazy?

Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows, suddenly worried. Hinata had been acting strange lately. Spacing out, sleeping in late…she always seemed so…lost. Sasuke put his hand to her forehead once again, checking for a fever when his phone started to ring. Snapping up, he pressed a button on his ear piece.

"Uchiha." He said briskly.

As Guy's voice flooded through the speakers, he spared a glance back at Hinata who was staring into the distance before padding back into his study.

Hinata paid no mind to Sasuke, although in the back of her mind, she was vaguely worried that he didn't go to the office today. Her thin fingers grasped at the sheets again as she racked her mind of any vague piece of memory from last night. Finding that her efforts weren't producing any results, she slipped on a pair of satin slippers that were sitting by the bed and exited the bedroom.

Hinata entered the huge kitchen, her feet sliding across the marbled floor. She went straight for the cabinets, selecting a tall water glass before filling it with purified water and taking a large gulp. As the water slid down her throat, she felt her heartbeat begin to calm from its rapid rate and she took a intake of cool air. Draining the rest of the water, she carefully set the glass in the sink, quickly washing it out before moving back up stairs. She would freshen up and get dressed, maybe eat a bit of lunch before going to the office. She was confident that she would feel better after a shower and some food.

Her hand absentmindedly trailed up the railing, her eyes glazing over the pictures that she and Sasuke had hung along the staircase. Suddenly stopping, Hinata's smile faded as her eyes rested on one framed photograph that hung near the top. Hanabi was still a small child, her hair pulled into pigtails. Hiashi stood behind Hinata, his hands stiffly on her shoulders. But that wasn't who Hinata was staring at. She was staring at the beautiful woman, her hair, slightly curled, was pulled into a loose ponytail that hung over her shoulder. Her thin arms managed to support Hanabi and her pink lips were pulled into the loveliest smile Hinata had ever seen. It was her mother, the same woman Hinata had seen in the parking lot last night. Hinata couldn't help it, as it had been building in her throat as soon as her eyes saw the picture. She screamed.

Tangier, Morocco
14:15 UTC

Naruto's feet were kicked up on his desk once again, but the lazy demeanor that he had before having lunch had quickly evaporated. His partner kept shooting him uneasy and curious glances, but he made no move to ask Naruto what had happened during lunch; Naruto was grateful.

His phone was clasped in his hand once again, but in his other hand, he held a small Micro SD card. He flipped it around in his fingers, silently contemplating it.

"I did manage to scrounge this up for you." Said Neji, his hand sliding across the table toward Naruto. When he lifted his hand, Naruto saw a Micro SD card, the kind that could fit into a phone.

"What is it?" Asked Naruto warily. He almost didn't want to know.

Neji looked Naruto in the eyes and Naruto swore that he saw something almost akin to pity in them. Naruto bit his lip.

"Your orphanage and adoption records."

Naruto blew out a breath. "Fuck." He muttered, sliding the card into the slot in his phone