--All is going well in the Naruto world. The war has ended, and Naruto is being named Hokage. But when a group of assassins kills off every villager, Naruto gets put into an induced coma for four years. And when he wakes up, he's set out for revenge. ----Based off of Kill Bill---
Yay! Chapter four's up, and this story's off of hiatus! Hip-hooray! I thank the two who reviewed my story so far: Mermaid Ninja and MidnightCherryBlossomCat. And also, I have decided that since you all know the story of the Uchiha massacre, me ain't going to type it up because it's just going to be a waste of my time and your time, and I'm just going to cut to after the stinking flashbacks, okay? Please enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!
4. Student and Teacher
As the hooded figure strolled into the restaurant, the silver-haired sushi chef turned around; his mask covered most of his face, so it was hard to tell if he was smiling or not. "Welcome!" he said, happily, as he began to prepare a seat at the counter for his guest.
As the guest sat down, Kakashi chuckled as he prepared the dish.
"So . . . you like to cover your face? I do, too, as you can tell, but I haven't told anyone my reason for wearing it yet. Have you?"
There came no answer.
"Ah, I see you don't like to talk." Kakashi chuckled again as he handed the customer his dish. "You remind me of one of my students. Of course, he talks a bit more now, thanks to his wife and all, but still…"
The used-to-be jonin stopped in mid-sentence and cursed under his breath. He furiously stabbed his knife into the counter and yelled, "HEY, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TEA!?! HURRY UP, DAMMIT!!"
He took out his knife then and, still furious, began to clean it off with a cloth.
In the background, we can see a brown-haired man coming out of the back lazily. He yawned and walked over to the hooded figure.
"What do you want?" he asked in the rudest monotone voice ever.
"Use a nicer tone," Kakashi commanded.
"Oh, it's fine." the customer said. Then he gave Yamato his order. "A bottle of warm sake, please."
At the sound of that, Kakashi stopped what he was doing. "Warm sake?" he asked. Then he started to laugh. "Very good!"
"Are you sure?" Yamato asked the customer. "We charge very high for just one bottle during the day . . . especially at noon."
His senior slammed his hand down onto the counter. "Day, night, noon, who gives a damn!?" Kakashi asked. "Just get our guest the sake!"
"How come I always have to get the sake!?" Yamato yelled, stomping over to the other used-to-be Konoha jonin. "You listen well! For four years, you made the fish, and I got the sake! If this were still Konoha, I'd be ANBU!"
Kakashi laughed. "So . . . you'd be ANBU?" he asked. And within a blink of the eye, he grabbed Yamato's wrist and twisted it, causing the brown-haired man to wince. "Even if you were ANBU, I'd still be your senior, and you'd still get the sake! So shut up and get the sake! Do you understand?"
Yamato sulked then he said to the hooded man, "We sell mostly warm sake, but we are not very rich because we have to buy most of our sake from an expensive rip-off artist, and the two who drink it all up don't pay for our services. Do you understand?"
Suddenly, the sushi knife went flying towards Yamato's head. But luckily, he dodged it and retreated to the back to get the sake.
"Please disregard anything he said," Kakashi said to the customer. "He doesn't know anything. He's just a lackey, nothing more."
"Oh, don't worry. I can understand where he's coming from…" the man said. "It must be hard . . . dealing with both Sakura and Tsunade's tempers."
Kakashi nodded his head, cleaning his knife. "Yes, yes, but, while Tsunade's may still be as bad, Sakura's not--"—he froze then, realizing what the stranger had said. He stared at the stranger's cerulean eyes. Then he went back to cleaning his knife. "What brings you here, stranger?"
"I came . . . to find certain people."
"Oh? Really?" Kakashi asked, his eyebrow rose. "Who?"
"Well . . . it's a long list."
"Well . . . I'm not charging you for how long you sit and talk with me. You can stay all day if you want."
"Very curious, aren't you?"
"Yes… There isn't much for me to do nowadays, so I just sit and listen to a traveler's story . . . every time I get a customer. So . . . those certain people?"
"I don't know if I should tell you."
"Don't worry," Kakashi chuckled. "I can keep secrets but, if you really don't trust me, just tell me the first name on your list. Come on, relive an old man of his stress."
The guest was hesitant at first, but then he answer. ". . . Hatake Kakashi."
The silver-haired used-to-be jonin stopped what he was doing and looked up at his customer. "And . . . what do you want from Hatake Kakashi?"
"A serious talking to…" Then the guest started eating his meal. "Mh… This is good." he said. "But not as good as Ichiraku's ramen, that's for sure."
Kakashi's eyes, though not noticeable, widened. "Who are you?"
The figure smiled under his hood. And as he took it off, he gave his famous 'Believe it' stance. "Been a long time, hasn't it, Kakashi-sensei?"
Kakashi's eyes really widened now. "Na-Naruto!?!"
"In the flesh!"
"But . . . but . . . I thought . . . you . . . and bullet . . . in your head . . . you dead!"
"Yeah, but that's what Kankuro thought too, but here I am!"
Kakashi didn't know what else to say. Here his student was—the student who he thought dead was standing in front of him, still alive. "Whoa…" was the word that went through his mind before remembering what Naruto wanted with him. "What is it that you wanted to talk to me about? It better not be about how much you miss Ichiraku's ramen."
"Kakashi-sensei,"—Naruto's face suddenly fell grave—"I told you I wanted to talk to you seriously."
Kakashi stifled a chuckle. How was it possible for the knucklehead to actually learn how to be serious and actually mean it? "Wow… You must have a big rat to kill if you're this serious."
"Huge," Naruto said, confirming Kakashi's fears. "And a lot of 'em."
Ooh, what's going to happen now? [insert dramatic music]
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