Kakashi hadn't thought about this life style for years. Fifteen years, actually. But now... now that things were beginning to stir, he figured he might as well come out to play. Because there was no way he was going to sit back and take this shit.

Not after he'd just been carved up like someones play thing. No, he was going to make these bastards pay. All of them, Twelve and ANBU alike.

Currently Kakashi was sitting in his car outside of what appeared to be Tenzou's favorite restaurant, which worried him as he'd followed the ANBU bosses back here; one by one of course, they didn't travel in packs anymore. Too obvious.

Kakashi was only slightly disappointed that Jiraiya was still a boss; he had hoped to avoid the man in this (Jiraiya had after all, helped him escape the first time).

As soon as he saw Tenzou leave the building and walk down the street, toward the station, Kakashi climbed out of his car, and walked into the restaurant, pulling his badge from his belt he flashed it at the men who tried to stop him from going in the back room, knowing full well they would let him pass, as it had always been a cardinal rule among the ANBU; don't bother the cops, and they won't bother you.

"Good afternoon everyone!" Kakashi said as he opened his arms, still holding the badge, they looked startled, some of them blanching, and he saw Jiraiya shake his head, "What a strange thing to find in the back of a restaurant!" Kakashi said casting a gaze around the room, some what startled to see some of the cops from his station there, "A bakers dozen of crooks!"

The men looked uncomfortable, so Kakashi stepped forward, leaning toward them, grinning wickedly, "I think I see a few parole violations." the men sneered at him, and Kakashi chuckled, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't haul you all downtown."

"It won't do any good. We'll be out within the hour." Jiraiya said puffing his pipe casually, and Kakashi's laugh, strangely maniacal,

"Come now! I said a good reason!" Kakashi snapped as he clipped his badge back onto his belt, before placing his hands on his hips, to show the holster on his hip, he saw some of them eye his gun,

"What are you doing here?" Jiraiya drawled and Kakashi tilted his head slightly, obviously a little taken aback by the question, "You do realize," Jiraiya asked raising an eyebrow slowly, "that now that we know where you are we'll be able to take you out? Without a problem." he sounded bitter.

"Well," Kakashi said as he raised a hand to lightly scratch his cheek, "I think this would be where that good reason for not arresting you comes in, boys." they exchanged glances as Kakashi sauntered over to the table placing his hands flat on the surface he leaned forward grinning, and not one of them didn't take notice of the stitches on his throat, "I'm through running alone. I want to rejoin the pack."

Jiraiya looked a little crest fallen, but the other men broke out into grins; having the wolf run with them, as opposed to against them, would make their lives a lot easier.

"Where's Kakashi?" Gai asked as Tenzou approached the desks, looking up from the file he saw the other man cast a look about, as if checking if Gai was indeed talking to him,

"I'm not sure." Tenzou offered, feeling slightly awkward as he gave a shrug. Gai scowled, obviously displeased with this comment, but he sat silently as he looked up at Tenzou, annoyed.

"Really?" Hiro asked from his seat, looking up from the computer screen, "Because he said he was going to talk to you. He didn't catch up with you?" they all exchanged glances, obviously wondering if they were all thinking the same thing.

"No." Tenzou said awkwardly as he slipped his hands into his pockets, scowling.

Gai closed the folder, placing it on the desk as he sat up, drumming his fingers against the desk before looking at his phone, Kakashi hadn't called them, so maybe he was just taking a long lunch. Gai hoped so. "Let's just get back to work then, he'll be back soon." Hiro said, and Gai looked up at him, narrowing his eyes, remembering when the other man had broken into his apartment with his father.

Out of his periphery he saw Tenzou sit down, and studied Hiro silently, until the man looked at him, raising a curious eyebrow, Gai turned his attention to the folder on his desk. What was Hiro's relationship to Mingyu? He wondered as he flipped the file open and pretended to study it.

It had to be something simple. It had to be something he was over looking.

But he didn't remember ever knowing a boy named Hiroki working for his father.

Was he just over looking him? Had the boy been his friend he didn't want to believe was capable of this sort of thing?

Gai sighed, infuriated with this whole thing.

Shifting in his seat so that he could observe Hiro unnoticed, he carefully examined the other man, trying in vain to place his face , his personality, his name. Anything.

Nothing came to mind, and Gai was beginning to grow impatient. Perhaps, he mused, he should just ask. If Hiro had let him see him there that night, then why would he try to hide it now?

Because he's obviously crazy, his mind provided.

Gai scowled, shaking his head slightly, and pushed the thoughts of Hiro to the back of his mind. After he figured it out, figured it all out, he would tell Tsunade. But only then.

Focusing on the file he began to read slowly, carefully, trying to force himself to concentrate. But no matter what he did nothing helped, insistently his mind tried to link Hiro and his father, and frustratingly; he failed.

It wouldn't be until later, much later, that his mind would actually make the connection.