The No Name Hero

By The Curse of the Dammed

Chapter Two-The Nameless Shuffle

The duo pulled up to the checkpoint, the oxen snorting heavily as they stamped their hooves several times. Nanashi sighed as he sat in the bench of the wagon. He had bagged any questionable items, including the pants, boots and extra sword, bagging them, and having Yugito seal it somewhere on her person; an area that she refused to tell.

The current babe of his existence was the man that stood next to him, tapping his clipboard in an annoying fashion, a Suna shinobi garbed in average brown garbs suited for the desert. His shaggy black hair was kept under wraps to capture sweat. His dark eyes were locked onto the papers that he held in his hands, flipping through them with his fingers.

The other shinobi, also from Suna, was looking through the inside of the wagon, wearing similar attire.

"So what's your business here Nanashi?"

The blonde in question simply looked over his shoulder before staring at the man once again. "I'm an underground actor, with a one kunoichi entourage, who likes to carry multiples of items, both domestic and exotic."

His face was schooled in a state fashion as he watched the Suna shinobi twitch, mumbling something about wise cracking blondes before turning to Yugito. "Says here you're employed indefinitely as his bodyguard. May I ask why?"

"I don't think specifics pertain to you sir." Her voice was cold as she spoke, having an edge that could shave skin.

"Now you listen hear..."

The man was cut off as he heard his partner spoke. "Found nothing in here!"

The shinobi next to the blondes sighed in agony as he glared at the two, handing back their papers and IDs. "Alright, you two. You're free to enter."

Nanashi simply chuckled as he moved the reins a bit, signaling the oxen to stamp forward. "Pleasure doing business with you gentlemen."

The Suna shinobi narrowed his eyes as he watched the duo leave. Something didn't sit right with him, not at all.

"Tell the leader possible hunters had entered the town."

The other man nodded, blurring out of existence.

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It was easy to find a favorable hotel for Yugito. After the construction of the bridge the place had become a merchant's paradise, having an open air market, board, and stables in a general area.

Nanashi, ever the social butterfly of the duo, had managed to find the man who ran the market and pencil them in for the morning.

He was always a people person, able to talk anyone into doing what he wanted. It was simple for him. If he was a shinobi, he would be an excellent spy.

Right now however, the two were sitting at a restaurant, Nanashi declaring that it was dinnertime, her eyes staring at the oranges and violets of the setting sky.

"So, where do you think Kyuzo is hiding out?"

The blonde Nibi jinchuuriki turned her attention to her employer as he stuck some food in his mouth.

"Probably out in the surrounding forest," came her reply, imitating the male in front of her. It was odd for her to be so...casual about their plans. Sure, there wasn't an actual need to be so secret with everything they did. None of what they said would always lead to their death. Sure, some of it would but not always.

It was just that she was taught different. Loose lips sink ships or so the saying went.

"I hear Hydra's hiring," he spoke. It was a simple, easy to use code that made Yugito feel somewhat better about conversing in public. "Though I do think the two at the checkpoint have that position filled. Kinda odd to see Suna shinobi in Nami."

"You notice them yet you still think Jiraiya is 'just checking in'?" Yugito asked, her brow twitching lightly.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Nanashi shouted at the woman, his eye twitching lightly.

"You know damn well what it means 'Mr. I'm a Certified Genius'." Her fingers twitched by her head, creating air quotes.

The blonde inventor opened his mouth to retort but was cut short by a simple one-worded question.

"Naruto?"

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Tsunami was an average woman of thirty-two with long dark hair complementing her big dark eyes. Her figure was highly curvaceous, her body doing an alluring dance by just walking, being covered by a simple pink kimono.

Her eyes drifted around the little diner, watching as the people ate. Small talk and the clanging of utensils against porcelain dishes filled the atmosphere.

She felt strangely calm eating alone. It was a rare opportunity on mist occasions. Inari had run off to a friend's for the next few days and her father had gallivanted to some new construction site further in the country.

That left her to her own devices.

She smiled lightly as she walked to a seat, her eyes drifting once more. Then her ears caught something. She could hear him talk in a light casual tone. It was everything she had remembered, though sounding slightly older.

The woman shook her head.

There was no way that was possible. The Hero of Nami was dead...or at least that's what the town had been told.

Then she heard him speak again.

It would never hurt to walk up to him, would it?

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"Naruto?"

Nanashi turned his attention to the side, his face contorted in question. "Uh, sorry to disappoint but the names not Naruto, it's Nanashi."

Tsunami frown a bit. He looked almost exactly like the boy who saved the town. Right down to the whiskers. Her stare went to his eyes before her mind relented.

His body and face may have looked like Naruto's but his eyes were different.

"Sorry, I must have mistaken you for someone else." Her voice was soft, almost regretful.

But Nanashi just chuckled, smiling at her. "No harm pretty lady. Trust me; you aren't the only one today. Getting through the bridge was awful."

Yugito rolled her eyes. Awful was a mere understatement. It was a blessing that they even made it in the town. But all these people calling him Naruto, that wasn't mere coincidence. It couldn't be. Not with this many people.

What was he hiding?

"Have a seat, maybe you could help us with something," Nanashi spoke.

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Kyuzo was a tall, imposing man with defined features. His black suit did little to hide his physic. His skin was pale, reflecting the twilight sun. His dark hair was slicked back in a professional manner. On his back was a strange scabbard with two blades, one on either end.

Beside him was a grim looking man. His clothes were in tatters, a cowl covering his face. His nails were filed to claws, his right made of metal. His skin was a sickly green, wrinkled, almost peeling off his cheeks.

"Seems we have company Kyuzo," the shrouded man spoke, his voice an eerie whisper.

"Hmm, how many?" Kyuzo's voice was cold.

"Two, a merchant and a kunoichi."

"Kind of odd for a merchant to have a body guard."

"Want me to pay them a visit?"

The dark haired man sighed, turning his attention to the window. "No, they'll come to us if they're hunters. If not, they're of no concern to us. Tell the men to be ready."

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Nanashi and Yugito sat in the room, dressing up for the hit. There was a thick silence between them.

"So, who are you exactly Nanashi?" the woman asked, taking off her shirt.

"Have I ever told you how sexy you are Wide Hips?" His voice was as smooth as it ever was. But Yugito knew he was getting uncomfortable. She could hear the slight anxiety in his voice.

"You're dodging the question," the kunoichi spoke. "Are you hiding something?"

"Is that a new bra?"

His blue eyes widened as he stated into stern brown. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. "Are you going to answer the questions or are you going to keep avoiding them?"

Nanashi sighed as he stared at her. "Before we begin can I add that I've always found your eyes very..." She squeezed his shoulders a bit tighter.

"Alright, alright, I'll talk." He sighed as he pushed her off lightly. "Look, know nothing of this Naruto guy. Trust me, if anyone wants to know who he is and why they think I'm him, I want to be the first to know."

She narrowed her eyes at him, gorgeous brown staring into cool sapphire. It was a trick that he learned quickly with him, his eyes never lied around her.

"Okay, I believe you " Her eyes closed as she strode to her garments.

Nanashi smiled, turning to his. "Besides, I'm way sexier than him, judging by the statue of course."

"What are you talking about? You two look almost alike!"

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Tsunade had grown harsh over the years with cold brown eyes adorning a pale thin face. Her long blonde hair was tied into two long pigtails cascading down her back. Her chest carried a large bust, something that seemed to cause more harm than good.

She was a cold woman with a chilling air. She was better known as the Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato.

Sitting around her were three Kages of the renowned villages, all staring at each other with icy glares and stares of inquiry, the Mizukage being absent due to the civil war.

Clearing her throat the woman spoke. "We need to do something about the Akatsuki."

"And what do you propose we do Tree Hugger?" Oonoki asked with spite. He was short aged man with wispy grey hair. An air of stubbornness hung about him, his aged eyes staring down the Hokage.

He was the Tsuchikage of Iwagakure, a man that commanded respect around him.

"As entertaining as you two are," A spoke out in a gruff voice. His eyes were stern. His dark skin was stretched over his muscular form. His frame was draped in a pale yellow robe. "We have other priorities to take care of."

"I agree with Raikage-dono," Gaara spoke in a slight monotone voice. He was a young man with unnatural pale skin. Red hair stood on his head in spikes. His green eyes were wrapped in black raccoon-like markings.

"So what do we plan on doing?" Oonoki questioned, accepting what could happen. The Kages had met at a neutral country with no guards. Not very many knew they were meeting like this. If he were to fight the Hokage he was sure that the Kazekage would join with Tsunade and A would stand there, watching the others fight before fighting the victor. If he died here, no one would know he did. So he took the option of hiking up his skirts and playing nice with the leaf.

"We can go public with this," A inquired, leaning forward. "Make it an all-out war. They'd be bound to slip up."

"No, that won't due," Gaara spoke. "They're quiet and careful. They've waited years to do this, what's a few in hiding to them?"

"I have an idea," the blonde woman said, closing her eyes as she sighed deeply. "It requires all of our support."

"Well, what is this plan Hokage-dono?" the Tsuchikage questioned, hardening his stare."

"It's called S.H.E.I.I.L.D."

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Nanashi's crimson armored hand gripped the branch beneath him. His hair was tied behind his head. His lower face was covered by a black mask. His red bandana was replaced by a set of goggles with black lenses.

The young man's eyes twitched at the sight before him, three massive structures sitting in the trees before him. It was exactly as Tsunami had told about in the diner. Closing his eyes, he brought the hand-radio to his face.

"What are these guys? Twelve?" he spoke into the receiver with an agitated voice.

"Would you just focus on the task at hand?" Yugito's voice crackled through, some static clinging to it.

"I mean seriously, is there a sign that says 'No Girls aloud'?"

"Would you just focus for one second?"

"Alright, alright. Geeze, you're just walking cold aren't ya?" he spoke as he brought the goggles over his eyes. His lenses glowed blue as he focused chakra through his eyes.

"There are about three dozen goons inside and a few ground-pounders patrolling the area outside. Might be a few walking along the balconies."

"Shouldn't take long."

Nanashi smirked as his hand dug into the tree, his muscles tensing as he watched the patrolmen wonder around. "Alright, I'll cause a scene, you get in."

His hands dug deeper into the bark as he kicked off the branch. His armored fingertips detached from the gauntlet, thin wires connecting them.

Landing lightly on his feet, the wires came off the armor. He watched as two patrolmen walk down the path, lumbering around slightly. Their hands were positioned on their blades, anticipating battle.

Nanashi smirked as he focused chakra throughout his body. The plates glowed eerily as he drew a blade. He could see the two guards move in shock. Their bodies locked lightly. Their hands shakily unsheathed their weapons.

Nanashi ran quickly as the patrolmen readied themselves. The glow of the gauntlet's plate intensified. His metal fingers locked, his arm moved into position. The chakra that had been concentrated at his palm released in a steam of sparkling blue light into the chest of the man on the right, sending him skidding across the forest floor. The other swung his katana down in a rigid fashion.

Nanashi smirked underneath his mask, gripping his sword. His arm of flesh moved akin to a whip, the blade extending out swiftly. Steal clanged against steal in a quick motion. The young man in iron could see the fear that was in the patrolman's eyes. Nanashi had come from nowhere, like a ghost.

With trained movements, Nanashi struck at the man's chest. Blood bathed the broadsword as the patrolman crumpled to the floor with a scream.

Men ran along the perimeter, archers on the balcony and swordsmen on the floor.

"Oooh, this is going to be interesting."

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Yugito moved in the shadows, making her way to the structures. Her clothes were tight fitting, making for easy movements. Her face was partially covered by a cat like mask with reflective orange lenses. The mask was nothing like Nanashi's goggles. There was no fancy seal work to switch through the spectrums light or anything. All she needed were her senses.

She could see guards run about, their hands on their blades. 'Nanashi must have made his presence known.'

She pressed herself against the wall, blending in with the shadows, observing the men. If she had to guess none of them were shinobi. Their movements were sluggish, unorthodox. Most were just barely trained to hold a sword.

So why was Hydra so feared if most of its soldiers could be easily taken down?

She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. Time was of the essence in cases like this. Kyuzo was probably setting up to leave into a safe house by now.

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Nanashi moved forward, swinging his blade at the soldier's that came at him. They were easy to cut down; nothing but cheaply paid swordsmen.

His eyes traveled upwards, staring at the archers. He watched as a man crouch down, aiming a tube like object with a dragon like head.

"Is that a firework rocket?" His suspicions were confirmed as the man lit the fuse attached to the tube. Within seconds the dragon head fired off, a trail of bright red sparks trailing behind it. The armored young man raised his hand in defense, a set of seals glowing with a blue light.

In a flash of multi-coloured lights and a plume of white smoke and dirt, Nanashi was gone. Not a single marksmen could see in the smoke. Their eyes narrowed, watching the blast-zone, looking for some sign that he was dead.

Then their eyes widened as a bright blue line came forth from the smoke, bisecting another guard. The others watched in horror as his top half slid off to the side, blood soaking the wooden floor.

He couldn't have survived, could he?

Their hearts went into their throats as a flash of red, blonde, and blue landed in front of them with a thud.

He was still alive.

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Kyuzo sat at his desk, his hands clasped in front of him. He could hear the commotion, all the shouts of pain and terror. Most were going to die by the hands of the man that was out there. If it was the two that came through the gates then where was the other?

Then it dawned on him. The ruckus outside was nothing more than a diversion to get his goat. The girl would be there any minute to catch him off-guard. "Reaper, it's time to move."

The grim man nodded, moving forward. "You know they are still going to catch us?"

The man in the black suit smiled sinisterly. "That, my friend, is the plan."

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Nanashi ran through the halls, his hand on his last blade. The other was destroyed by one of the guards that he encountered in the building. "Damn disposable things always breaking on me," he grumbled, focusing chakra into the seals in the goggles, shifting through the spectrums of light, searching for anyone who was still walking.

The swords that he used were special, made to be destroyed. A set of seals etched into the blade and along the handle made sure of that.

A smirk passed under his mask as he rounded the corner, seeing a familiar sight walking to the same place he was. "Glad to see we made it to the same place Black Cat."

She let a slight smirk pass her lips as she pressed herself beside the door. "You made quick work of the guards outside Iron Man"

A partial laugh passed his lips as he mimicked her. "Either that or you just got slow."

Her face contorted into a slight frown, her hand fishing for a kunai. "Well, let's get this over with."

Again, he laughed, touching a portion of his stomach, peering beyond the room. "Alright spoilsport, it seems like our guy is in the room with a body guard beside the door at the left." In a puff of smoke and a slight flash of light, the seal activated, an explosive tag appearing between his forefingers. "Shock and awe treatment?"

"As if you really need to ask."

The blonde male nodded slightly as he placed the note on the door, moved to the side and activated the bomb. Red fire blasted in all directions, the door splintering by the force. Both moved in quickly, attacking their shocked opponents.

Yugito's hands moved quickly, grabbing the man at the door by the neck, her kunai pressed against his neck. Nanashi lunged towards the other in the center of the room, pushing the man on the desk, his hand pressed against the man's face.

Then realization passed over their faces. Neither one of their hostages were the man that they were looking for.

His brow quivered in annoyance at what just had happened. The leader of Hydra wasn't as stupid as they had originally thought. "I think we've just been had," Nanashi spoke out, deepening his voice to sound unrecognizable.

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Kyuzo smirked as he heard the explosion from above. "It seems like they had found my little surprise for them."

Reaper nodded slightly, a small smile forming on his lips. "I want their blood." His metal hand started shimmering as it shifted into a menacing scythe like blade attached to a ball.

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Nanashi cursed as he looked around the room, searching for signs of how Kyuzo had escaped. Yugito and him had come from either side of the hallways so the door was not an option. There were no windows so that left a secret door.

But where could he have slipped off to was the unanswered question.

"Got anything Black Cat?" Iron Man asked, again referring to the codenames. Never know when someone was eavesdropping.

"Nothing here." Her hands pulled at the books, searching for a switch. She had as much luck as Nanashi in the search of the secret door, cursing as she threw a book to the floor.

Nanashi looked towards the book with a cockeyed smile beneath his mask. "Did the book look... at... you…" The last part of the sentence was left off as he looked at the floor. A large portion of it was left uneven, separate from the standard wood flooring. Moving towards to it, the young man knelt down towards the obstruction before lifting it. "How in the world did we miss this thing?" he asked, looking at the rope ladder and the forest floor.

Yugito shrugged here shoulder, staring down the escape route. Iron Man had asked a good question, how did they miss such an obvious thing like this.

The teen clad in red steel made a mock bow, extending his flesh arm. "Ladies first."

Black Cat smiled lightly, a slight chuckle escaping her lips as she climbed down. He was always into theatrics, trying to make everything a show. It was always interesting when she was around him. It was one of his most attractive qualities to her and everyone that was around him.

It also made it easier for him to pick up the girls.

No, this was not the time nor the place to have such thoughts of her partner's love life.

Her eyes looked towards the tracks, seeing where he could of went off to. Immediately she could tell something was off. There was another set of footprints along the ground. "We have two heads going east Iron Man!"

The blonde seal-master tilted his head back in an exaggerated moan. "Ahhhhhhh fuck, we have to follow them both don't we?"

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"So how long do you think they are going to be before they catch up?" the business like man asked, playing with one of his blades. The duo were anxious, waiting for a fight. With the two that had infiltrated their operation, it was going to be one hell of a battle.

"I hope it's soon, I want to taste one of their blood."

Kyuzo closed his eyes, listening for the sounds of the forest. A vicious smile passed his lips. "They are on their way; split up."

A/N- And I am going to leave you guys wanting more. Next chapter, the conclusion of Nanashi's first encounter with the Hydra leader. I have big plans for Kyuzo. Yes, I modeled his style and name after the Kyuzo from Samurai 7.

Anyways, interesting reviews I got. Nanashi's armor is more like War Machine's instead of Iron Man's in regards of how it is powered. The other set of armors that I might come up with, well, we are going to have to see how that plays out.

Alright, there will not be any shorts this week as I left off with this kind of cliffhanger.

So review and I will try to answer any questions I can.