Well, the second half of ZV chapter 8 is here. Editor-sama and I reread the first couple chapters of this and we sorta laughed at how far it's come. This one of my oldest fics and the easiest way to compare how far my writing skills, and Editor-sama's patience, has come. Amazing what can happen over three years.

RBMIfan: As another note, we have officially decided to rewrite the first three chapters, and touch-up chapters 4-6. They should be better when we're done, so you'll all have to go and reread them.

Starting… Opening… Whatever.

Zodiac Viruses- chapter 8 2/2- The Shadow Watches- launching program…

Sasuke had to admit; Minato's reception office was quite cozy, despite, or because of, the downpour outside. It occurred to him that the secretary might like him better if he had dried off before sitting on the couch. Knowing Minato, said couch had probably cost several thousand dollars.

It seemed out of place in a room with marble flooring and a desk straight out of Star Trek, but that only confirmed whose office this was. Now if only the secretary would stop glaring at him and let him see Minato, all would be well. Sasuke briefly considered leaving and coming back when Naruto was here- the desk with the orange mouse pad was probably his- but he'd already been waiting an hour. If he left, he was admitting that he'd wasted part of his day.

Someone else came in, cool and professional and in an expensive suit, and the secretary was all smiles. He went right in, not even sparing a glance at the teenager on the couch. Sasuke's hand clenched. If these people knew what his family name was they'd think twice before dismissing him. He imagined the look on the secretary's face is he told her, and it coaxed a small smile to his face. But no… that would get back to his father. Fugaku would never approve of his son consorting with Minato, and Sasuke didn't want the lecture.

So he pulled out his cell phone, flipped it open, and silently thanked Minato for giving him his phone number. He wasn't used to texting, so it probably took much longer than it should have to type out 'are you busy?' He closed the phone, but kept it in his hand, ignoring the look the secretary gave it.

An answer came less than a minute later. '…That would depend on why you're asking.'

'According to you secretary- Not Naruto; the mean one- you've been in a meeting for the past hour. Your couch is very nice, though.' He didn't bother to close the phone this time, figuring that Minato was a faster typer than him.

'You've been spending far too much time around Naruto. I'll be out in a moment.' Sure enough, within seconds of receiving the message Sasuke saw the great oaken doors swing open. The Uchiha closed his phone with a snap and stood to greet the CEO.

Minato strode regally across the room- walking was far too mundane to be contemplated- and placed a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Sasuke! What a delightful surprise! Please, come in. What brings you to my humble abode?" He gently, but firmly, steered his guest toward the office and hurried behind. As he passed her desk, Sasuke flashed the secretary an "I told you so" smirk.

The doors slammed shut behind them and Minato's grin changed to mock seriousness. "Just so we're clear, I didn't do it."

Sasuke smiled in spite of himself. "This has nothing to do with the police." He hoped the resulting sigh of relief was exaggerated. "It's a little more… delicate. Would you mind helping me with something, Minato?"

The blond blinked at him for a moment, then grinned widely. "Well, well. The son of the police chief, asking me for assistance. This is an honour. Come on." Minato led them down an unreasonably large hall to his office, a spacious room furnished similar to the waiting room, only to tinted blue. And, Sasuke noted, it was organized. Very organized. Surprisingly organized. Cabinets were closed and clearly labeled, placed off in a corner of the room. A bookshelf sat against the wall across from them, with a pillow-laden couch beside it. Between the shelf and the cabinets was a large wooden desk, also neatly organized, with stacks of paper and a rather sleek monitor taking up most of the surface. A brilliant silver chandelier hung overhead, but didn't seem to provide more than a dim light. Minato ushered Sasuke into one of the stuffed chairs in front of the desk, before taking a seat himself behind said desk.

"So," he began, leaning forward and resting his chin on steepled fingers, "what brings a respectable teenager like you to an honest businessman like me? I'm sure Asuma misses you answering all the questions in class." Sasuke refrained from asking how the CEO knew who his fifth period teacher was. "Your father finally cracked? An army of fangirls found out where you live? There's mutants running around driving you crazy, and your brother is just laughing behind your back?"

Sasuke stared at the man for a long moment, thinking that perhaps coming to him for advice had been a bad idea, after all. The teen paused, trying to find words for his dilemma. "I'm afraid it's a bit more serious than that." He ignored the horrified look the blond gave him. "In fact, it might not be… entirely legal."

He stopped when the blond held up a hand. "I refuse to continue this conversation without a significant amount of caffeine in my system." He pressed what Sasuke had assumed to be some sort of fancy penholder, causing a small table, complete with espresso machine, cups and various condiments, to rise from the floor beside Minato's chair. Sasuke wasn't exactly sure where it had come from, as that particular section of the floor was hidden by the desk, but he was very sure that he shouldn't be this surprised. Minato had selected two mugs and was calmly preparing them- putting, Sasuke noticed with unease, just the right amount of crème (no sugar) in the second cup that the teen liked. Minato pushed the cup across the table and began sipping his own. "Now you can continue."

Sasuke sighed and reached for his cup. "I believe that my father is withholding important information from me. I don't know why, but it's relevant to my case. The police have no reason to keep it from me. I've thought about it quite a bit, and I want to launch an investigation of my own. Without my father's knowledge." He paused, gauging the blond's reaction, then continued. "You said you had an information network."

The CEO stared at the teen, leaning back into his chair with a slow motion. Cerulean eyes were much sharper than they were a minute ago, almost calculating, and the sudden change blindsided Sasuke. For a moment, he began to believe the rumours about the blond. Uncertainty crept in the raven's stomach as the silence stretched out. The cool, piercing gaze of Minato never wavered. Had he over stepped? It occurred to Sasuke, suddenly, that he really didn't know very much about Minato. And suddenly what he did know- the idiot who dreamt of World Domination and slacked off from work- was gone. Namikaze Minato, the CEO of Konoha INC, one of the singularly most powerful companies in the world, suddenly looked very much like his title implied. And suddenly Sasuke felt very, very small.

Minato took a sip of coffee, focusing his attention on the motion, and Sasuke found himself able to let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "I haven't trusted the police for years," the older man said almost absently. The raven glanced up at the tone, noting the way the blond was staring in his drink. Minato looked up, and regarded his guest with a solemn gaze. "You understand what you are asking, correct? Once you're in, even if it's an inch, you can't back out. You can't question, or search for, where the Intel comes from. You can't abuse the knowledge. And above all," the gaze changed to an expression Sasuke had yet to see on the blond: threatening, "you don't tell anybody anything about the network."

The tone the CEO used reminded the Uchiha of the lectures Fugaku use to give him as a child, only far colder and even more dangerous. Sasuke hesitated for a moment. Did he really understand what he was getting into? But this was the only way he could think of to find out what was going on. "I understand."

Silence descended, and the blond seemed to mull over how to proceed. Or how he could kick the teen out without being rude. Or something else entirely: Sasuke couldn't tell. He had always prided himself on being able to read other people, although not as well as his brother could. But he was startled to realize he couldn't read Minato at all right now. He wondered, really, whether he'd ever been able to. At length, Minato seemed to come to a decision. He pulled out a piece of paper in a brisk, business-like fashion, and continued speaking. "You'll be restricted in some areas for a variety of reasons. Otherwise, everything is at your disposal."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. He shoved the nervousness aside with practiced ease, in a way that could only come with working with the police; he had, after all, never dealt with a businessman of a Minato's level before. Wording was very important: only a fool would ignore it. While he trusted Minato's word, loopholes were a businessman's best friend. "Will I know if I'm being restricted?"

"Naturally." Minato's gaze was no longer cold, only curious.

"What does 'everything' mean?" That word was far too vague. 'Everything' of what? What was meant by 'restrictions'? This could be a real pain to work out.

A light glinted in the blonde's eyes, though Minato soon hid it behind interlocked hands. "My network works in ranks. In general, to receive information of a certain rank you must give information of equal or higher rank. You'd know the rank equivalent to the Intel before you either gave or received it." Minato paused, eyeing the teen. "But, because I like you, you can bypass the whole equivalent exchange and receive a B-rank pass."

"Ranks?" Sasuke raised a brow.

"In this order from not-so secret to super secret, D, C, B, A, S. I'm the only one who has access to S." The knowledge was stored away and Sasuke mulled over the concept. Minato cocked his head. "Now I have a question for you. What will you do if you can't get the information you need?"

Sasuke carefully schooled his face like his brother had taught him. Impossibly blank, emotionless in every sense of the word. "Do you mean as in your network doesn't have it, or," he paused, watching the blond, "you don't want me knowing it?"

Minato smirked. "Both."

The raven took a sip of coffee, watching the CEO over the rim of his mug. "You make it sound as though you're my only connection." Minato actually blinked at that, his smirk faltering, before he recomposed himself. Sasuke felt rather proud to have thrown the blond off balance. After all, the CEO no longer held all the cards, so long as he never found out it was a bluff.

The blond recovered quickly as if nothing had happen, a skill he probably developed in meetings. There was a moment of silence as Minato returned to mulling the request over, "Alright, I'll let you use my network."

"Thank you, Minato." The blond waved Sasuke's gratefulness, instead he searched for a scrap piece of paper. Grabbing a pen the CEO began scribbling something.

"You now have a dinner plans with Naruto and I, at this restaurant tomorrow. Arrive sometime near 8, and we'll talk in detail." The sheet was handed over, and Sasuke memorized the address, "Now, you better be getting back to school before someone realizes you aren't in the nurse's office. Not that that particular excuse is very believable in the first place. After all, you haven't had so much as a cold since you were two."

Apparently he'd truly lost his mind. Sasuke was no longer fazed with Minato knowing everything about his life. In fact he wasn't even bothered with the notion. If Sasuke wanted to throw the Minato off balance he could ask the man if he knew what Sasuke's future was. However, that would probably come back to bite him, and Naruto would probably not be amused about him placing ideas into the billionaire's head. "You're right. Later then, Minato."

Sasuke had just reached the door, his hand barely grasping the handle, when the CEO called out. "Sasuke." He turned slightly, "for the record, you'd make a great businessman."


The base seemed hollow with so many of their members missing. Only the elder hackers remained, loitering around the various tiers of computers. They, unlike their younger counterparts, had the ability to keep still for prolonged periods of time without protest. Of course, that trait might have been born out of necessity.

As it stood now, two, potentially three, of their members had been compromised. Deidara's compromise was obvious. Neji's wasn't. The police had learned from Deidara's escape, and now the Hyuuga was sure his phone had been tapped. He and Hinata had also had several attempted hacks on their computer systems. A futile move on the police's part, even if they were on the right track, trying to take down the hackers' best defensive programmers. They hadn't even gotten past the first level of the Hyuuga duo's ten-level firewall. If nothing else, the Hyuuga know how to protect their privacy.

However, that also meant they had a lack of communication with those three; a quarter of their organization and the defense players. Deidara had already been by, and didn't want to stay around long enough to risk seeing the Leader, informing them that they "didn't have to pretend so well, un!" Even if, yes, they did have to pretend that well. Convincing the police that you hadn't known your best friend had wings, and built bombs in his spare time, wasn't as simple as the blond seemed to think.

The younger hackers were all busy. Itachi had even bothered to double check, and they'd all given various excuses ("Oh shit! I have track!"; "Temari and Kankuro are suspicious enough without me disappearing"; "I will kill you, Uchiha, if you get between me and my date."). Thus, it was the perfect time to have meeting with their Leader without their weakest links protesting. After all, what good were they to their cause if they didn't want to get dirty for it? The younger ones would understand that eventually.

The table the meeting was to be held at was located on the lowest tier, lit by a single bulb that casted shadows everywhere, with concrete walls walling it in. Stairs cut through the middle of one the walls, leading up to the doors with various tiers branching off to mazes of computers, screens, desks and the various subsequent wire jungles. At the head of the aforementioned table, where Itachi normally sat, was a neat pile of file folders they'd all prepped for the Leader's visit.

It was rare for the Leader to do so, either to give punishment or rewards, and they could only hope that he had some sort of plan to fix the mess they were currently in. After all, the man had managed to track them all down, when none of them had wanted to be found, and convince them of this cause. Quite a feat considering most of them had mastered the art of blending in.

Now, though, Fugaku knew about them. He also had the proof that they were all very aware of what had been done to them and who was responsible. Someone really had to teach Deidara about what constituted a proper hiding spot for explosives. The Birdbrain.

Itachi finished texting to his brother (texting being something Sasuke had only recently discovered the joys of), explaining that he would not be home in time for supper and where the leftovers were. Closing his phone, and checking the time as he did so, he flicked it off. Only a few minutes left before the Leader made his appearance, and then their court of hackers would be brought into session.

It would take a move of certified genius to make everything come together smoothly; with things the way they were at the moment it seemed unlikely that anything would happen the in the way they wanted. One more screw-up, like focusing just on the police and not on their classmates, and the cuffs might as well be weighing down on their wrists. They should have considered that Deidara had fangirls, and the possible consequences of that. He wasn't the only one who had admirers, either. The only thing working in their favor, really, was the fact the majority of them qualified as prodigies. But there was a fine line between genius and insanity, and most of them danced dangerously close to it. Their Leader? He was the line.

The door slammed against the wall, startling everyone present as they realized their leader was standing beside Itachi's usual chair. It was unnerving how easily the Leader could sneak up on them. It was almost as if he could will people not to notice him. The man picked up the papers on the table without a word, as his 'veteran' hackers slowly filtered down the stairs and into their respective seats.

He flipped the first file open, sitting down while reading it, still ignoring the teenagers present. The file the man currently had opened was a list of all the companies they had "attacked." The second, smaller file was which of the previous companies had noticed they were being hacked. The third file was the smallest, containing which hacks the police cyber-squad had responded to. The fourth file had a detailed commentary on each 'job,' citing techniques and strategies that could be improved and what their spying expeditions had turned up.

Nearly a full half-hour later the files were finally shut, with a sharp slap, and everyone flinched instinctively at the sound. With a careless gesture, the Leader threw the files back onto the table. "Whoever sees Iwa next has my full permission to forcefully remind him why mistakes this late in the game are not welcome. The Aburame have been generous enough to house Iwa and whoever else is compromised. The Hyuuga will more than likely be joining him. And I think we should be generous to Aburame, as gratitude for putting up with our village idiot."

That lightened the mood of the room considerably and their Leader knew it. He smiled faintly and the hackers breathed a little easier. "Well, other than our cover almost being blown, you all have done well." They couldn't tell if the man was being sarcastic or not. He glanced around the table. "I see attendance is sparse today."

"The younger members of our group have other commitments, it seems," Itachi spoke from his seat to the right of the Leader. His dismissive tone caused the older man to raise an eyebrow. Itachi noticed. "The meeting will run more smoothly without them, I think. Not everyone appreciates the gravity of this situation."

The Leader merely nodded an acknowledgement. "I see. You're referring to the bombing, of course." Itachi nodded, and the Leader closed his eyes. "I've already gotten an earful about that from Naruto." He paused. "Perhaps we did go too far."

"You did what you thought you had to. None of us questions that decision." Sasori spoke up seriously.

"If you ask me, it was their own fault for trying to continue the project. You think they'd have learned after last time, but..." Kisame shrugged dismissively.

The Leader gave a small smile. "Good to see that I still have some support. So. The only question remaining is what we do next."

It was a rhetorical question, as far as the others were concerned. There was no way the Leader would go so long without a back up plan, after all. The only reason he even bothered to ask was just to see what they would come up with on their own. Anko was the first to speak, kick starting the conversation. "It's kinda obvious we need to disappear. The quicker the better."

"Where? Heading to the Underground is out." Kisame leaned against his chair, water bottle in hand. "Unless we'd like to test our luck."

Sasori coughed harshly, a reminder to all that even after two weeks of rest he still wasn't up to par with his health, and the redhead wrapped his jacket even tighter around him. "It's not a jail sentence if we stay with someone in the Underground. We are giving one of our own to a Yakuza family, after all. We could always hide with Momochi and his brat."

"That wouldn't work. Baki has his entire department tracking down Crimelords, and they already suspect our ties to one of them. He has every major player on the bulletin board in his office. The moment we stepped into that arena, he would know." Itachi opened his eyes to regard his companions. "Baki is no fool."

"Well, we can't exactly stay here. Either way the police will find us eventually." Anko polished off another of the dango sticks she had brought with her, flinging the empty stick across the table. Kisame idly dodged the flying wood, allowing it to finish the picture of a coiled snake on the wall behind him. Beside Anko, Sasori raised a brow and made a comment about how the tongue was off. Purple eyes blinked, squinted at the picture before frowning deeply.

"Back on track, why not head to the countryside? Or, better yet, jump country." Kisame took a gulp of water, "Like somewhere in the tropics, for example. With sunshine, warm beaches, and those funny coloured drinks with the little umbrellas in them."

"Too bad we aren't old enough to drink." Sasori coughed quietly and Anko snickered.

"I think under-age drinking would be the least of our problems." Itachi spoke with an airy tone, more or less ignoring the conversation.

Like Itachi, the Leader seemed to also ignoring the debate between the three teens. His statement, however, suggested otherwise. "No worries about that. Your I.D's are already made. Congratulations on making it to nineteen. What kind of cars would you like?" There was a pause, "And no drinking and driving. Use a designated driver, ya hooligans." He gave a lopsided grin.

"Nineteen? Why nineteen? Where are we going?" Anko blinked.

"Canada." Their Leader regarded them all smugly, immediately holding up his hand to silence them. "Of course, we could also go to Russia. Both countries have large landmasses and it's not uncommon for people to disappear into the untamed wilderness. It also helps that we have someone capable of carrying stuff, like food, via flight. Though the food packaging would have to be idiot-proofed before hand."

"And I suppose the fact that the North American and Eurasia divisions of Konoha INC are based in Canada and Russia, respectfully, has absolutely no impact at all on your decision?" Itachi's face was completely impassive as he made the comment.

Sasori rolled his eyes as he continued where Itachi left off. "Let me guess. We'll be staying in whatever mansion the owner of those divisions happens to be living in at the time; purely by coincidence, of course."

Itachi glanced at the man, expression blank, and deadpanned. "I'm surprised he still talks to you, actually. The last time you met him you nearly sent the man to the hospital." He paused for a moment. "He does still talk to you, right?"

Minato scowled at the two older hackers. "Like I told him, it was a misunderstanding. How was I to know that the paparazzi would be there? He can't honestly still be mad about that."

Anko twitched slightly. "Don't you think the fact he's been ignoring you for the past eight years might be a clue?"

The leader waved it off. "My brother wouldn't leave us out in the cold; his wife wouldn't let him. Everyone knows she has him whipped." They knew when he started grinning that there was nothing they could say that would change his mind.

"Namikaze Minato, you are insane." The blond nodded absently in agreement and stood.

"Regardless of my sanity, prep this base for the move. We can't take anything with us so plan accordingly. Just know that I want everything covered. The move will take place in, at the latest, the end of the month. For now bide your time and wait. Don't do anything stupid." He met all of their gazes levelly at that. "Let the others know about the move when you see them next."

Kisame waited until the man was out of the room to speak up, crossing his arms. "Canada? I said the tropics, where it's warm. But no, let's go to the 'land of ice and snow. And better yet, let's go in winter."


Naruto was perfectly still; his form reclined back into the teacher's chair. If one didn't see the steady rise and fall of chest one might mistake the boy for dead. The blond wasn't the only one in this strange trance; all around him other hackers were equally still. They rarely met outside of school time or when they were hacking together. Today was the exception.

The classroom currently acting as the meeting place belonged to a teacher none of them had met before. Ideally, they wouldn't have even met inside school grounds; however, this was the only location they could find on short notice. Lighting was limited, on purpose, with the closed blinds allowing their companion to appear with ease.

She didn't disappoint. On the floor, in front of the chalkboard, the shadow of the teacher's desk flickered, morphing and contracting in shape. As if a spell had been broken, the younger hackers left their trance, eyes trained on the shifting shadow. The shadows pooled together and lifted into a form before falling back to its proper place on the floor.

Hinata opened her eyes, face grave. "They went ahead with the meeting." Her quiet voice carried over the classroom, practically booming in their ears.

Silence fell sharply, and with it a certain tenseness. Surprisingly it was Gaara, sitting on the window-still, who asked the question they were all thinking. "What was discussed?" With her same quiet tone, Hinata carefully replayed what she had heard. Taking caution not to skip anything, beginning with the leader's entrance.

The group lapsed back into silence, mulling over what had been heard. "Did they know you were there, Hinata?" Shikamaru leaned back in his chair among the sea of desks, pulling his earring idly.

Hinata shook her head, "No. But I think Anko noticed something was… off in the room. She kept throwing dango sticks into the shadow beside me, almost hitting me." The Hyuuga's eyes were focused on the tiles beneath the desks, "But Anko has always had that habit."

"I have faith in your skills, Hinata." Naruto leaned his head back until all he saw was the ceiling. Sitting beside Shikamaru, Chouji spoke up.

"So, we're heading to Canada? Does that mean we pack sweaters?"

Neji snorted. "No. It means we pack T-shirts. Of course we'll need sweaters." He sighed a bit, and the sarcastic tone left his voice. "In any case, we're not supposed to know about it yet. It's best not to tip off the others that we've been spying on them."

Naruto briefly eyed the Hyuuga standing against the far wall, not bothering to move anything other than his head. "I hate to admit it, but Neji's right." The blond returned to staring at the ceiling. "But the real problem is how many secret meetings have they had together before now."

Shikamaru groaned in what might have been agreement. He rested his head against the hard surface of the desk, muffling his next comments. "It'd be like them to plot behind our backs, and we've already heard how highly they think of our opinions. Talk about a pain."

"I can't believe our leader would side with them over us. Minato always seemed so nice. But what can we do? I mean, they would notice if we hacked the computers." Ino frowned, her comment held the attention of all in the room.

"Why not track their cell phone calls? See if we can watch their incoming and outgoing e-mails while we're at it." Naruto sat up, now fiddling with some pens on the desk.

Shikamaru raised a brow, the idea filtering through the mother computer that was his brain. "They wouldn't have to be perfect, just good enough so nobody would notice."

"Which means they need to be perfect." Neji's comment was ignored.

"We get new computers. Create new programs. Watch what we say. We can no longer take what Itachi, Kisame, Anko, Sasori, Deidara or Minato say at face value. They must be watched constantly." Gaara eyed them with one eye, his monotone never faltering. "It is nothing we can't handle." The redhead turned back to the window, watching the students mulling around outside through slits in the blinds.

"Are you sure? I mean, yeah, I don't like what's been happening lately. But they're not our enemies, right? We're all on the same side. It's just a disagreement." Chouji looked each hacker in the face as he asked this. Hinata nodded quietly, and even Shikamaru and Neji looked depressed at the thought. Naruto's face was impassive.

"I agree with Gaara." The teens turned to their impromptu leader, now sitting properly "Even if they're not our enemies, we'll never know if we don't check. I'll watch Minato. His computers are already bugged. Neji, Hinata you guys are our resident spymasters, mind heading our Intel gathering? At worst you'll be up against Sasori and Anko. For now, keep a low profile."

Naruto was still sitting in the same spot over a half an hour later, long after the others had left. All but one. With a light leap, Gaara was off of his perch and walking down the aisle separating the rows. He halted before the desk, his friend still staring at the ceiling. "Naruto." Cerulean eyes glanced at the redhead. "Why have you already hacked Minato's computer?"

"Because," there was a pause, "the moron's been goofing off at work. I'm making a file to present to the head secretary."

Had Gaara been anyone else he might have found the excuse acceptable. But Naruto was a…friend. He'd known the blond since they were both five. It was more than enough time to learn someone's habits, such as Naruto's habit of clenching his hands when he was truly angry. Or how he avoided eye contact whenever he attempted to lie.

Like now.

Instead, Gaara leaned against the only door, arms crossed and jade eyes unwavering as he stared at the blond. It was a risky move, placing himself in front of the exit, but it managed to get his message across. Gaara wasn't the only one to know someone for over a decade.

Naruto silently weighed his options. Apparently he wasn't leaving until he told his friend what he wanted to hear. Of course, he could always try for the window.

"Don't." A warning. Sometimes Gaara knew him too well. Waves clashed against stone as Naruto stood up, hands in his pockets. "You might as well tell me." The silent, 'or else' was loud in Naruto's ears. There was no point in dancing with death now.

"My mom's parents have been trying to get in contact with me for several years now." The answer was in a casual tone, suggesting there was another variable in affect. Naruto was never casual.

"Grandparents?" His tone held curiosity, coupled with vague disbelief. Naruto had once mused that both were beyond Gaara.

"Yeah. I found out a while ago." Blue eyes darkened dramatically, and Naruto seemed more feral. His irises were slowly streaked with red, giving them a purple-ish hue. "And according to what Minato's been telling them, I apparently don't want to meet them and would like for them not to "bother" me again."

Gaara blinked once, and averted his eyes from the crimson hell lurking in the blond's.


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Sasuke stared at the files sitting innocently on his desk, disbelief running through his veins. All the windows in his room, and the door, had been locked on his way out in the morning. They were all still locked, yet there was something new in the room from the last time he had been here. With some difficulty, the Uchiha kept his composure.

Having set his backpack against the wall with a small 'thump', Sasuke sat down at the desk, face impassive. There was another moment dedicated to staring. His conversation with Minato a few days ago came back full force. If his family ever found out about him even knowing the CEO it could estrange him.

The raven had been warned, though, and Minato had been quite clear about just where the line had been drawn. There was still time. He could return the file unopened, and go on with his life. Once he crossed the line there would be no going back. That line was on his desk, waiting patiently for his decision.

Steeling his nerves, Sasuke broke the seal of a folder and began his search.

Zodiac Viruses- chapter 8 2/2- The Shadow Watches- ending program...

The

Zodiac

Viruses

And

Police

List

Hackers

Rat- Itachi- Age-16-Program- Sharingan

Ox- Kisame- Age- 18 Program- Shedder

Tiger- Gaara Age-14 Program-?

Rabbit-Deidara Age-18 Program- C1

Dragon-Neji Age-15 Program- Byakugan, Kaiton

Snake- Anko Age- 17 Program- Snakes + Ladders

Horse-? Age-? Program-?

Sheep- Hinata Age-14 Program- Byakugan

Monkey-Shikamaru Age-14 Program-Shadow Valentine 1

Rooster-Chouji Age-14 Program- Overload

Dog- Naruto Age-14 Program-?

Boar-Ino Age-14 Program- Shadow Valentine 2

Cat- Sasori Age- 18 Program- Puppet

Leader- Minato Age- 36 Program-?

Police

Captain: Sasuke- age- 14 Partner- Sakura

Sakura- age 14, Partner- Sasuke

Tenten- age 15, Partner- Asuma

Asuma- age- 28, Partner- Tenten

Lee- age-15, Partner- Gai

Gai- age- 28, Partner- Lee

Kakashi- age- 28, Partner- doesn't have one.

Tsunade- age- 50, Partner- Itachi