Hey everybody! How you been doing? Eating your veggies? Ha-ha. I really should not try to be funny, huh? So, anyway, who's ready for more bloodshed? If you are, here's the next chapter.


Previously…

He climbed out, and heard Kakashi's entry a second later. The man climbed out, and clapped Naruto on the shoulder. "Your father would be proud of you, Naruto."


He was running, always running. He found himself trapped between twelve Templar Knights, and the cliff behind him, dropping directly to the sea. He nervously swallowed, and drew his sword. His reflection gleamed in the blade for a moment, revealing a pair of mismatched eyes; his left green, his right blue; before it disappeared, the stars above taking its place in the polished steel. The crash of the waves echoed below as one of the Knights charged.

He sidestepped and cut through the man, and paused for a moment as the body fell into the water below. He beckoned the next, and countered. For the tiniest fraction of a second, his body dangled over the water, and he could see the white-capped waves slam into the rocks. But momentum carried him back, and the body slithered over the edge. The rest charged, and time ceased to exist for him; the only thing that did was the web of steel, the dance of combat, the mist of blood.

The last body fell, and he kneeled, panting. He heard familiar footsteps, and bowed his head, before rising to meet his Grand Master, Altair. The man observed the carnage, and spoke:

"You have done well, Kadar. Malik told me to tell you he's proud of you."

He bowed his head, and felt a warmth blossom in his chest. "Thank you, Uncle," he said, bowing to the man. "Tell father that it means a lot to me." He turned, and leapt from the cliff into the sea below.


Naruto gently opened his eyes, and looked around, noting the familiar features of his room. Roughly two months had passed since he entered the Sand, and he found that life in the desert suited him. His apprentices had greatly advanced, and every now and then he would receive "visits" from Temari. His thoughts turned back to his vision.

"So Malik had a son," he murmured, a smile carving its way across his lips. "I wonder where he entered the pool?" He delved into the memories, and with a wave of his hand, managed to find the man. He found his son, that man's son, his daughter, etc. until he froze in surprise. "Rosa?" he said, before a laugh left his lips. "Rosa was Malik's descendant? Well, that's rich. Malik insulted Altair all the time and Rosa took up the mantle with Ezio." He dressed, still chuckling at the notion. He heard a knock on the door as he finished putting on the Hidden Blades, and he went to the door.

Kakashi stood outside, waiting for him in the same Master's robes, and as the man turned, Naruto fell into step beside him. They walked down the stairs to the sand below, and proceeded through the Village in silence. After a time, Kakashi spoke, a light, airy tone to his voice; if Naruto hadn't known he was wounded just two months prior, he never would have guessed it of the older man.

"You have learned patience, Naruto. Considering your choice of profession, this is good."

A smile crossed his face, and Naruto chuckled, scratching the beard that had grown on his face. His fingers settled on his scar for a moment, before he dropped his hands to his side. "I had to learn it sooner or later, Master," he said calmly. "An impatient Assassin is a dead Assassin. I trust there was more to this meeting than commenting upon my patience?" Kakashi nodded, before pulling a file out of his robes. He handed it to Naruto, and the young man opened it, seeing a series of names, ranks, aliases, etc. "A List?" he asked, noting the familiar draft.

"The Templars have extended into each of the five nations, and hold significant power. There are those here in Sand who wish you dead, Naruto, and they will kill Gaara to achieve it if he does not join them." Naruto's fists clenched for a moment, before he calmed himself. He is your Grand Master, he thought, calming himself. Show him you are worthy of your rank. Kakashi seemed to nod in approval, before saying, "In control of your anger as well. You have grown Naruto." He reached around the young man, and crossed off the name at the top. "Andrés Letha, a grizzled veteran of the last Ninja War. He fell to my Blade at midnight. With the information he gave me, I was able to compose this beyond the three names left by your father; Andrés was the only one still alive. I also discovered that the Wind Daimyo is planning on assassinating Gaara in a week. Before that occurs, we will kill him."

Naruto nodded, and looked around, noting they were in front of the Daimyo's compound, hidden in the shadows of the building across. He observed the sheer face of the marble building, shaking his head. "I might be able to climb the water pipe, but it's old and rickety. It will make too much noise. The walls will be chakra-proofed, so no walking up. No nearby cliffs or buildings of equal size to jump from. The windows are too high for me to reach from the ground, even with my free running skills. I might have been able to figure out a solution in the Leaf, but this isn't my home, and this place is a fortress, Kakashi."

The man nodded, obviously having reached the same conclusion. He pulled another piece of paper from his robes, and handed it to the young man. Naruto looked over it, his eyes widening in surprise. "The Daimyo is hosting a party?" A memory surfaced of Ezio's assassination of Marco Barbarigo. "That could work," he said, looking thoughtfully at the building; ideas and possibilities flashed before his eyes.

He could secure an invitation under a false name and disguise, preferably some noble. His apprentices would be plainclothesmen, posing either as his guests or his servants. Either way, they had to appear forgettable. Kakashi… Kakashi with his silver-white hair could pose as an elderly butler or his father. When the time came for the act, he could be inventive. The poison he used on Bourne could be used, or he could shoot the Daimyo. After that, he could leave through the front door, assuming he wasn't caught. If he was, then there would probably be ways for them all to climb out.

He told Kakashi his plan and the man nodded. "It's a good plan," he said, rubbing his chin in thought. "They would be better as servants, although I suggest having Tenten or Sonia pose as your wife; a virile, rich noble without a wife would seem strange. And I'm not being a butler. I'll play the elderly father, seeing as my hair necessitates such a disguise." Naruto chuckled, before nodding. "I'll go and secure the invitations," Kakashi said, turning to face the young Master Assassin. "While I do so, tell your apprentices your plan; see if you can have them glean any additional information. They may be able to find an escape route." He placed his right arm over his chest, and bowed. "Safety and Peace, Naruto."

"Safety and Peace, Master."


"Sonia! Get your blade steady! If Sai were a real Templar, you would have died there! Tenten, what are you doing? Get in there with Sai!" Kiba groaned as he watched the combat training between his fellow Assassins. Sai and Tenten were excellent with their own combat training, but they weren't working cohesively yet. And since Sonia was still green with weapons, she was barely managing to get her blade to stay still. He drew his blade and showed her one of the counters, before he had her practice with Sai.

"Safety and Peace, Kiba."

He whipped around, and brought his hand across his chest, inclining his head to his Master. "Safety and Peace, Master." He paused, waiting to see if Naruto would say more, before he noticed the Master Assassin watching the drills. Kiba flinched when he saw Sonia get taken down by a particularly brutal combination from Sai. "Recruits! Master Naruto is here!" he yelled, hoping to gain a few seconds' time to figure out the dilemma Sonia presented. The recruits immediately ceased drills in order to greet their Master, before climbing out of the training ring Gaara had assigned them. He glanced at the training weapons they were using, and picked one up as they performed the greeting. When they finished, he moved to show Sonia the proper defense, but he saw that Naruto himself had taken a training weapon, and was motioning him into the ring.

I have a bad feeling about this, he thought, leaping in.


Naruto cast a glance at the recruits staring down at him as Kiba entered the ring, and for a moment, felt sorry for Kiba. I have to teach them to fight. If Kiba has to take a few bruises to do so, then so be it. "Watch carefully, recruits. When I attack like this," he said, slashing diagonally at Kiba's shoulder, "Kiba would counter the blow like this," and Kiba ducked, slashing his legs out from under him. Naruto rolled, and came to his feet. He saw Sonia watching with awe; while Tenten looked bored, and Sai looked… well, like Sai.

He glared at Tenten for a moment, before he moved on; he showed them how to get into your opponent's guard and kill them before they could attack, how to attack and kill with one move before they could defend, and, when he called in Tenten, how to chain your attacks to take down multiple opponents. He was gentle with Kiba, for the young man was a good recruit, but he smacked Tenten mercilessly in their spar; she was not above anything here. She was showing arrogance, and through his ancestor's memories, he knew where it would lead her.

He called Sonia down, and the young woman stood across from him, nervously shuffling. He stepped forward with a straight kick to the stomach, and she jumped back, before stabbing at his neck. He deflected, and swept for her legs. She flipped over the blade, before stabbing at his stomach. He sidestepped, and smacked the blade, sending her off balance for a moment. Finding an opening, he successfully swept her legs out from under her, sending her sprawling across the dirt; the dirt settled on her uniform and her raven hair. He gruffly helped her up, before running through drills again.


An hour later, he finished the drills. He then told the recruits about the mission he and Kakashi had decided to overtake. Kiba had immediately volunteered, but he said no, explaining that he had to make sure that all the recruits would be able to handle themselves. Instead, Sai was sent, as his ROOT training was superb for reconnaissance. Kiba and Tenten went back to training with Sonia, their blows and defenses filled with renewed vigor.

Naruto left the ring, and decided to go for a run. He dashed through the streets, dodging and weaving through crowds of people, before he would blend on occasion. He later forsook the streets for the rooftops, and he dashed over every available object, determined to keep his feet moving. Within an hour at the pace he had set, he had crossed the Sand Village clear from one side to the other. He finally allowed himself to stop, panting from the exertion. Turning to the west, he watched the beauty of the desert sunset.


In the Leaf Village, Sasuke stood atop the Hokage Tower. He gazed at the building he had brought down, and allowed himself a smile. Their retribution for their betrayal of you, Itachi, he thought. He had killed his brother. He fully understood that. And by doing so, he had taken power, proven to himself that he was worthy of the Mangekyo, and proven to Madara that he was worthy of becoming a Templar. He found that he enjoyed the power it entailed; men and women, begging for their lives; the men's bodies destroyed under his blade, the women's under his own; the screams they released as he ravaged them.

He had truly lost his mind. And he didn't care.

At the memories of what he had done to those women, he felt his lust rising. Who to use? he wondered as descended into the building. I don't feel like using Sakura tonight. I've already used her today. Hmm… I suppose I might as well try to break Tsunade some more. He descended underneath the Tower, entering the sealing room where Tsunade was now being kept.

The first thing he noticed, as always, was the ropes extending from the walls to tie around the Hokage, seal tags hanging all across them. They had left her naked, to expose her to the cold and further humiliate her. The ropes were able to change location with a hand sign, pulling her off the ground into any position he could want. He stared mercilessly at the woman kneeled over before him, before disrobing. I think this'll be an all-nighter, he thought to himself as he forced the woman's head to his groin.

I will break her.


Naruto crouched on the edge of a roof, waiting. His target was speaking with a group of civilians, and he didn't want to scare the citizens of the Sand. As his target moved, he slowly creeped along the roof, aware of his surroundings. A Templar patrolled the roof next to him, and with a blur of his arm, the man dropped, a throwing knife sticking between his eyes. His target finally moved into a secluded area, and he dropped to the ground, pressing his Hidden Blade against the man's back. The man froze, before he sagged in defeat. "You know who I am, and what I do," Naruto said, his voice a low rasp. "If you tell me what I want to know, you have a chance to walk out of here with your life. If you don't, then you will die."

The man nodded, and he continued. "The Wind Daimyo is planning a party. You are one of his servants, and so you know the layout of the house. Tell me of any ways out of the building without the use of doors or windows." The man thought for a moment, before saying, "Near the western inner wall, there is a statue that you could climb up. If you were to jump from the head to the wall, you would be able to grab the top of the pillar to climb up the rest of the wall."

Naruto nodded silently, before pulling the blade away and disappearing into the shadows, the servant searching for him in vain. He was on the roofs already, and he was soaring through the night sky.


Over the timespan of the next few days, the Assassins worked as efficiently as possible. Kakashi managed to secure invitations to the party, and Naruto had assigned his recruits their roles; Kakashi would play his elderly father, Kiba and Sai would play his bodyguards, and Sonia would play his wife; Tenten would play her handmaiden. The day before the party, he received a letter from the Daimyo. Tearing it opened, he discovered that the guests would be spending the night in the guest rooms of the buildings; Kiba, Sai, and Tenten would have to sleep in the servant's quarters.

They went to the compound, and were greeted by the Daimyo, a rather fat man with a strange mustache. Kakashi received his own room, but to Naruto's embarrassment, he had to share a bed with Sonia. He had expected it, but was still rather nervous.


As soon as they entered the room, Naruto dropped the suitcases he had brought up, and removed the uncomfortable dress shoes. Sonia kicked off her heels, and sat down on the bed, pulling out the pins holding her hair in its ridiculous style. She blew a strand off her face, and flopped down, sighing in relief. He lied down next to her, and stared at the ceiling for a time. "So, is the plan still the same? Or will you kill the Daimyo tonight?"

Naruto thought for a moment, before saying, "I think that I'll kill him tonight. If I can do that, then I can completely eliminate any chance of him assassinating Gaara before the party." She nodded, before asking, "When?" "I'll do it at midnight, the hour where everyone sleeps." Looking at the clock, he saw that it was still seven. Sonia glanced as well, before asking in a bored manner, "So what do you wanna do now?" He glanced over at her, and she glanced back, both suddenly aware of a certain thickness to the air.

She leaned over, and gently pressed her lips to his own. He sighed, enjoying the feel of her pressing her body against him. He deepened the kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance. They broke apart, and her hands dipped down, removing his vest and his shirt. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and captured her lips once again, his hands caressing the curve of her body beneath the dress she wore. He pulled the garment off of her, leaving her clad in a thong and lacy bra. He leaned on his elbows to remove his pants, before he continued, gently covering every piece of her exposed flesh with feather-light kisses. Goosebumps appeared across her skin, and she shivered, rubbing her legs together. He grinned, before unhooking her bra, exposing a pair of D-cup breasts. He brought his head to her chest, gently nibbling and sucking the now-exposed skin. She gasped, and jerked, rubbing against him. She pulled off his boxers, and he removed her thong, a trail of fluid following.

She rolled on top of him, and moved down to his groin, capturing him in her mouth. He brought his own to hers, nipping and sucking, anything to hear those moans. She increased the tempo, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, until they exploded. He heard her swallow, before he moved around, climbing on top of her. He positioned himself at her entrance, and waited for just a moment, before stabbing forward, sheathing himself in her velvety folds. She let out a lustful scream, before bucking against him, matching the speed of his thrusts. His hips were a blur, and her breasts bounced with each thrust.

An hour later, they both snapped; her walls tightened to an almost painful state, and he felt his release. They both shuddered, and he collapsed, landing next to her. When he moved to unsheathe himself, she rolled over so she was on top. She impaled herself on him, and let out a scream drenched in lust. He grasped her hips, slamming his pelvis upward as she came down, and he felt himself delve deeper than ever before. They moved faster and faster; Sonia arched her back with each move, and he groaned in ecstasy. He violently brought his lips to hers, and they shared a kiss unlike any other before.

They moved faster and faster, and the kiss became even deeper; when they pulled apart, a trail hung between their tongues. He roared when he suddenly felt his loins coil, and she released a wanton scream as she felt her walls tighten. His vision turned white, and they both collapsed, feeling the twitch of him inside her as he released. They both gasped for breath, and he turned to face her, taking in the sight of her naked body drenched in sweat, her raven hair disheveled, her breasts heaving.


He looked at the clock, and saw that it was eleven-thirty; all in all, they had managed to spend four and a half hours in pure ecstasy. He felt a tingle of pride, before he left the disheveled bed. Within fifteen minutes, he was dressed in his Assassin gear and armed to the teeth. He slipped out the window as Sonia fell asleep.

Once out on the ledge, he found that it was easy to climb the face of the building from here. The path was easy once you could reach it; he was on the roof in less than thirty seconds. He slid from shadow to shadow, silently removing the Templar sentries on the roofs. He finally found the Daimyo's room, and climbed down the side, stopping beneath the windowsill to his office. Peeking in, he found the man sitting at his desk, speaking with two of his men; Naruto recognized one of them as Gaara's secretary. Craning his neck, he managed to move close enough to hear.

"You have an opportunity to strike. You are near the Kazekage at all times, and therefore it is easy for you to strike. Tomorrow, Gaara will be left without a guard, as he has 'nobly' assigned his own guard to protect me from assassins. I know that the Assassin is here in the Sand, but because of Gaara's foolishness, I will be protected. And upon Gaara's death, I will elect a Kazekage against the Assassin Order. Go now; strike tomorrow at noon, while I 'entertain' the politicians."

The men left, and Naruto silently slid the window open, entering and closing it before the Daimyo could react. The man obviously felt the gust of the desert night air, and when he turned around, found the tip of Naruto's sword resting on his sternum. His mouth opened and closed like a fish's, before defeat seemed to spread through his body. "Gaara will not die because of you, Daimyo. You will die, and my men will be around Gaara, waiting to kill your agent. I'm sure you have a list of your allies somewhere in this office; all I need do is look." The man was silent, and Naruto shifted the point over his heart.

The Daimyo finally spoke. "You will fight, Assassin. You will kill. But the Templars are endless; where one falls, there is always another ready to rise to power." Naruto was silent, and for a moment, the Daimyo thought he would be spared. Naruto's mouth hardened into a thin line, and with a sudden motion, the sword slashed out, slicing the man's throat open, before he stabbed the Daimyo in the heart. The light faded from the man's eyes, and he murmured, "Compio questo sacrificio per il bene superiore. Requiescat in pace."

He left the room, and returned to his own, stripping of his gear, and hiding it. He flopped down on the bed next to a still-naked Sonia, and wrapped an arm around her, pulling up the covers. Sleep came a moment later, and he welcomed it with open arms.


Sasuke left the dungeon at dawn, his hair matted with sweat from his physical "activities." Tsunade was left lying on the floor, semen coating her breasts and leaking out of every hole. For a moment, he felt respect for the woman; she had held out for two months and counting, where other women would have broken upon day one. A moment later, however, that respect vanished; after all, who was she to be respected by him, a legendary Uchiha, the second-in-command of the legendary Templars? To him, she was nothing but a sex toy, just like every other woman in the Leaf, regardless of age. However, he did prefer them to be under forty; otherwise, he felt like he was nailing a loose rag. The younger they were, the tighter they were.

For the rest of the day, he would think upon his life. He only wished he had done this years ago.


Naruto awoke before dawn, and roused his recruits; he told them of the assassination, and they left before anyone else awoke. They rode quickly, the group splitting up; the others rode to kill the other Templars, and he rode to the Kazekage's Tower, where he found the assistant behind his desk. Naruto slit his throat with the Hidden Blade before he could speak, before entering Gaara's office unceremoniously, throwing the dying man before Gaara. With one word, he explained it all.

"Templar."

Gaara's eyes hardened and sand wrapped around the assistant; a moment later, it imploded, blood spurting from the Sand Coffin. Naruto proceeded to tell him the whole story; the Daimyo had been a Templar, and had managed to infiltrate the Sand's government, setting up a silent coup attempt. Gaara leaned back, covering his eyes with his hands. "I have been a fool," he said, shame tinting his voice. "I have made mistakes where I am meant to be the man who does not. I thank you, my friend. You have removed a great threat against me."

Naruto bowed, before saying, "It is my duty, my friend. However, with the Templar threat eliminated here in the Sand, I feel that I must return to the Leaf; Madara and Sasuke must be removed." Gaara nodded, and stood, bringing his right arm across his chest. "Safety and Peace, Naruto."

"Safety and Peace, Gaara."


Shikamaru sighed, rubbing his hands together as he observed the weapon before him. He had been forced to design weapons for the Templars, and as he had few other options, he had decided to give them what they wanted; before him sat an arquebus, designed for a single shot. With the design Naruto had given him, he had seen multiple designs for a gun; however, rather than give them the modified version, he had given them the antique. His best solution was to give them the bare minimum.

He rubbed his hands on the leather apron he wore, removing grease, oil, metal shavings, and flecks of wood. He picked up the weapon, along with the blueprints, and exited the small workshop he had been assigned. Guards in armor instantly fell in on either side of him, and he walked the streets, traveling to the Hokage Tower. He saw men dressed in ridiculous frilly clothing, and the civilian women dressed in strange, puffy outfits. Former Kunoichi walked the streets, dressed in revealing clothing, symbols of their new, forced occupation. The streets were dark, and dirty, and he felt ever more determined to aid the Assassins.

They reached the Tower, and he entered, traveling to what used to be Tsunade's office. He opened the door, and found Madara and Sasuke in discussion of an invasion. They looked up when he entered, and he set the weapon in front of him, as well as the blueprints. Madara gave him a polite nod, while Sasuke showed open disdain, and Shikamaru turned, preparing to leave when Sasuke spoke.

"You know Shikamaru, I must say, I rather enjoy your teammate. I just love to hear her scream as I rip into her."

Shikamaru clenched his fists, shaking with rage, before he ran out, slamming the door.

Sasuke would pay. He would pay.


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Compio questo sacrificio per il bene superiore. – I make this sacrifice for the greater good.