Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Foxes Chapter 10, a naruto fanfic

I gotta admit, this one's taking abut longer to get back into.

Kakashi: That's what you get for deviating for so long.

Kyugan: Zip it or I'll activate your built in tazer (Looks around as Kakashi whimpers) and where the hell is Naruto?!

Naruto: (Pantless) I'm here! Let's roll!

Kyugan: (Deadpan) Forget something there sunshine?

Naruto: Eh? (looks down) oh F-!-ck! Where're my pants?!

Tenten: (Hair rumpled) Over here hot stuff (Holds out pants from behind changing room door.

Naruto: Thank's Tenten! (runs off while pulling on pants) I owe ya!

Tenten: Oh you bet you do...(starts writing in a notebook) Let's see...should I use the whipped cream or...

Kyugan: I love my job...

File 10: Cardboard and Choppas.

Fox was just slipping the last of his pilfered rounds into his vest, having fully restocked whilst avoiding the guards like the plague.

They seemed to be actually pulling their damn weight for once, as no sooner would one disappear round a corner than another popped up to catch anyone sneaking around behind their buddy's back. It wasn't that harder to adapt to, hell he actually welcomed the extra effort, but it DID limit his access to the bloody elevator, as two had apparently taken it upon themselves to camp the bloody thing like a flag in a Halo tournament.

Just as he was trying to figure out what to do next, he felt the telltale ring of his CODEC sound in his ear, ducking into one of the store-rooms to avoid being noticed as he took the call, scowling as the display screen gave a familiar burst of static.

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Deep throat: Yo!

Fox: Fellatio…long time no phlem.

Deep throat: *Sigh* You really need to cut that out…you could hurt someone's feelings like that.

Fox: (Snorts) I don't trust people that don't have the balls to show their faces. I may owe you a few for bailing me out before, but you know WAY too much to be a simple good Samaritan.

Deep throat: Aw…and here I was willing to warn you about the little surprise Kabuto left in your suit for you.

Fox: Surprise? What the hell are you talking about?!

Deep throat: That would be telling now wouldn't it? Let's just say you'll get a real…BLAST out of it.

Fox:…!...

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Fox had no sooner broken the connection with the enigmatically smug bastard than he began rifling through his coat, trying desperately to find the hidden threat, only to scowl as he pulled a small, compact case of explosive death in the guise of a ramen bowl, super size too, from amongst his stockpile of rations. 'Explosive chili flavor…' he noted with disdain, sweat dropping at the poor taste, as he looked the thing over 'Trying to kill me with ramen…that's just WRONG.'

Chuckling to himself, the blonde noted the amount of time left before detonation, a matter of seconds really, before grinning to himself in a decidedly vulpine manner.

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The guards stationed outside the Elevator were some of the best, and they knew it. They'd heard how the others had been dealt with for their failures, Liquid was one of those commanders that believed in publicly admonishing his subordinates, and had no intention of letting the intruder reach the lift, even if they had to blow the whole thing to kingdom come.

Of course, neither of them was expecting the man to step casually around a corner, smirking at them playfully before casually lighting a smoke, as if completely unthreatened by their presence. Several retaliatory rounds of FAMAS fire soon put an end to that, the cocky bastard ducking back around the corner, the guards racing down, their fellows swooping in from the sides as they made a bid to put an end to the bastard one and for all.

It was only as the reinforced doors of the secondary armoury closed, leaving them standing there blinking at one another, that the guards noted the ticking ramen container in the middle of the floor.

Fox shook his head as the explosion died away, the screams of the men smothered by several layers of reinforced steel and concrete. A part of him felt a little bad about the whole thing, after all, explosive or not, ramen was ramen, but everyone made sacrifices in a war.

Ignoring the CODEC call from the colonel, not willing to waste the time confirming his continued good health, the agent waited a few seconds before opening the armoury door, wincing as smoke wafted through the air, the sound of groaning men and burnt flesh filling the air.

'Looks like they'll live…but it won't be pretty.' He noted, shuffling past the semi-conscious guards and making his way to the elevator, riding it all the way back up to the tank hangar, only to bite off a curse as he was forced to duck back in to avoid a passing patrol. 'Wonder what all the excitement's about?' he muttered rhetorically, slowly edging his way out, noting several armed sentries guarding the entrance to the area he'd fought the tank 'Damn…those guys look serious…guess Liquid's through dicking around.'

It was then that Fox something a little…different, about the hangar room, namely that there was a set of tire tracks, fresh ones, that led from the doors that led to the heli-port, to the door currently guarded by the patrols. Even as he looked on, the hangar doors opened, and the truck he'd pilfered his SOCOM from rolled in, several grunts milling around it, some of them carrying boxes or crates. 'A supply run?' he wondered, noticing that several of the boxes were for ammunition or medicine 'Looks like they've upped their game a little bit if their handing out additional support.'

He scowled, running his eyes over the crates, before smirking as he espied a nearby pack of boxes.

The lazy guard groaned, popping his back into place as he stepped back. Apparently he'd gotten out of guard duty just in time, he certainly didn't envy the poor schmuck that had replaced him. He'd seen them carrying his corpse off for disposal, not a pretty way to die.

So here he was ferrying ordinance out to those lazy bastards in the main facility, apparently Liquid was amping up security and the patrolmen guarding the hallways were to be outfitted with additional rations, medical supplies, the works.

Of course, this made the guys stuck here on the outskirts a little testy, after all, the intruder had gone through THEM before those lucky stiffs in the main facility had to lift a finger, but did the boss send any gravy their way?

"Mendokuse…" He muttered, rolling his shoulders stiffly as he stepped back from the truck, "And of course I, as errand boy, am getting the worst of it." He muttered, "S'not my fault we pulled the damn short straw…S'not that much warmer in the main facility either."

Yawning he turned round to climb into the truck, only to blink as he espied one last Cardboard Box of ordinance lying near his foot. Scowling, he looked over at the guys that were supposed to be helping him, only to see them lazing against the side of the truck, sharing a smoke out of sight of the cameras. "Bastards…" he muttered, but without much emphasis, turning back to the box and hoisting it into his arms, grunting as he was forced to use his legs to support it.

"Damn…s'like deadweight…" he grit out, nearly dropping the package several times before he managed to shove it into the back. Leaning against the side after his hernia-inducing struggle, sending the snorting guards a glare as he caught his breath, the pineapple haired soldier climbed into the front of the truck, kicking it into gear before waving his I.D at the guards, waiting patiently for them to deactivate the laser grid, before driving out towards the facility.

In the back of the trailer, hidden amongst the crates of ammunition and boxes of rations, Fox grinned through the peephole in his cardboard hiding place, resisting the urge to give the watching guards the finger. For one thing, as cathartic as it might be, there was always the chance that they'd spot him, and he didn't feel like having to fight his way through again.

Well alright, he was itching to start a fight, who wouldn't be after a dose of electro-shock therapy? But the fact was he didn't have the time to dick around with Liquid's band of pussies. Ino needed his help, Ocelot had the Data disk, and from the sound of things, Liquid was all geared up to launch a warhead wherever the hell he wanted.

'Most likely the Daimyo's back yard.' The blonde thought with a snort, recalling the look on his double's face with distaste 'Feh, good thing I cut my hair…freaking ponce looks like some sort of cultist with that fanatical look in his eyes…even Danna wasn't that bad."

Even to this day, Fox couldn't figure out the Legendary Soldier that had not only made him what he was today, but had literally come dangerously close to screwing the world over for reasons that, even now, weren't 100% clear. Many claimed he'd snapped, others claimed he was just a bloodthirsty war-hound that simply couldn't live without the smell of gun smoke and death. But Fox had gone up against him twice, hell he'd TRAINED under the legend PERSONALLY, and had been considered 2nd only to Gray Hound Himself, if only because the older agent had been at it longer.

No-one alive knew Danna better than Fox did, and what he knew of the man made it easy to see that the old man had been 100% sane, if driven, when he'd attempted to use the original Metal Gears all those years ago.

'Maybe it's genetic?' Fox muttered, snorting self-mockingly as he hunkered down, waiting for the truck to come to a halt, already planning his next move 'From father to son…the madness spreads.'

He shut up as the truck finally came to a halt, the familiar tingle of the MC storage room washing over him as the hatch opened, revealing several suited heavies, each one aiming their weapons at the inside of the truck, no doubt making sure the idiots on the other side hadn't let him slip past.

"Truck's clean." One of them, the apparent leader if Fox was any guess, called in on his radio, the rest of the guards standing down and promptly beginning the dauntless task of unloading the truck.

"Sir…don't you think we should check the cargo itself?" one bright young spark asked, Fox flinching inside his cover, reaching into his pocket for a flash grenade as he readied the SOCOM for the inevitable firefight.

"Don't be Stupid." The leader snapped, glaring at his subordinate with something akin to disgust in his eyes "There's nothing in here but Cardboard boxes, who in their right mind would think to hide in one of those?"

"But sir…" the bright young lad began hesitantly, only to sigh as he realized he wasn't going to get anywhere with the guy, bowing his head in submission and lifting Fox's box out with a grunt "Damn…what they pack in here? An RPG?"

"Looks like it's headed for the commanders office." Another grunt noted, nodding towards the words printed on the side of the box, a curious look in his eyes "Y'think Liquid's got the munchies or something?"

"I'm supposed to know?" the grunt muttered, shuffling towards the elevator as the rest started sorting things out amongst themselves "Someone get the door will ya?" he implored, only to be ignored by the rest as they began pulling ammo and rations out of the truck 'Pricks', he muttered nudging the call button with his elbow 'Just because I'm a rookie they think they can walk all over me…'

He stumbled through the doors as the lift arrived, setting the cumbersome package on the ground before turning to press the floor for the commander's office, wondering if the crew had disposed of Sasori's corpse yet. The redheaded psychopath had given him the creeps when he was alive, he didn't need to think about what the stiff's corpse could do.

Fortunately, Fox pistol-whipping him upside the head with the butt of his SOCOM would ensure the rookie didn't have to contemplate such gruesome thoughts for long.

"Good to see the next generation aren't the retards their forefathers were." Fox quipped, smirking as he stashed the rookie in a locker, stripping him of his ammunition and tying him up with his own belt straps "Then again, he shoulda been more persuasive."

Grunting dismissively, the agent crept along the corridor, keeping an eye out for genome grunts that had once more decided to occupy themselves with patrolling the hallways, though admittedly in a tighter fashion than before, but then again taking out a guy that could deflect bullets with his brain just may have unnerved them a little.

After all, ANBU HOUND was considered the cream of the crop, veritable gods among men, and here Fox had already bested them three times, though Kabuto was proving to be more of a hindrance than he'd like.

'Note to self, shoot off a leg so he can't run away.' The agent muttered, snorting at how fickle he was being as he slipped into the commander's office, noting that someone had finally gotten round to hauling off Sasori's carcass, though they hadn't seen fit to mop up the blood-stain he'd left in the carpet. 'Either way, not my most pressing concern right now.' Fox muttered, slipping past the bookcase entrance, which for some inexplicable reason the idiots hadn't thought to close, and making his way through the labyrinth of wolf-ridden tunnels, the pack growling at him at first, before simply panting eagerly as they pressed against him, eager for attention.

"Yeah I missed you too mutts…" he chuckled, ruffling their ears despite himself, reaching into his pocket and pulling out one of the ration packs he'd swiped earlier, "Here, dig in." he offered, holding it out to the leader, who sniffed it before giving the lupine equivalent of a fish-eye "I know it's awful, but it's all I got."

The pack, clearly not thinking much of the excuse but too hungry to care, promptly fell on the rations with abandon, Fox pulling out several more to keep them from ripping each other to shreds as he slipped off towards the exit, a grim expression on his face as he came upon the minefield that led to where Ino had fallen.

'I should've taken point…' Fox muttered, internally berating himself for letting the rookie put herself in harms way. For one thing, even if Hebi HAD nailed him first, he at least had the training to haul his ass out of the range of fire, even if he was bleeding bullets. Not only that, but Ino was supposed to be under his protection, true Col. Yamanaka had been stringing him along the entire mission, but the old man had been there for Fox when it counted before, hell he doubted they'd have left him alone as long as they did without the Colonel pulling a few short-hairs here and there.

So the memory of Ino lying there, her lifeblood pooling beneath her from the gunshots in her legs and arms, was simply yet another blow to Fox's psyche, the fact that he'd not only put another hostage in jeopardy, but that he'd failed one of the few friends he had from his days in ANBU HOUND.

He was dimly aware of the blaring of his codec in his ear, realizing with a grunt that he'd been ignoring it for the past ten minutes, deciding to at last assure the old man that he was still alive as he brought up the screen, only to freeze once again as he came across the patch of frozen blood where he'd left Ino to Hebi's tender mercies. He could still recall the blonde's plea for him to go, to not forget about her, to save himself and complete the mission. Her eyes as she looked up at him from the floor, so filled with compassion despite her condition, reminding him eerily of all the bunker-buddies he'd lost on the front lines, either as a result of his own mistakes or simply a result of bad leadership.

He didn't even realize he'd activated the codec until Yamanaka's face popped up in his line of vision.

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Yamanaka: (Solemn, but understanding) Fox, about Ino...

Fox: (flinching) Colonel, I'm sorry...

Yamanaka: (Cutting him off) Fox, it's okay. (Face solemn) You did what you could, now let it rest. (looks off to the side) Ino…joined up of her own free will. I'm sure she was prepared for this.

Fox: (Stern) You're wrong. Ino thought she had to become a soldier... thought it was the only way she could think of to help her understand the decisions you and your late wife made.

Yamanaka: (Looking shocked and pained) …She said that?

Fox: (Carrying on with a scowl) She was nowhere ready for real combat. What the hell they were thinking transferring her here…(he sighs and trails off) I shouldn't have pushed her so hard....It's all my fault.

Iruka: (Annoyed) That's not like you, Fox. (Shakes head) Sorry for eavesdropping Colonel, (Looks at Fox sternly) but I just couldn't sit back and listen to this anymore.

Fox: Sensei...?

Iruka: (Looking compassionate) Fox, it's only natural for you to regret your actions, skilled as you are you're only Human after all. (He frowns) But you can't keep attacking yourself for things that happened in the past. (He smirks) You can't pull off the whole Emo thing anyways.

Tenten: (Sounding chipper) Got that right! So quit kicking yourself big guy. It doesn't suit a legend like you. (She smiles) Besides, if Ino's anything like her old man they'll be BEGGING you to come rescue her!

Yamanaka: (Frowning with good humor) And what's THAT supposed to mean? (Snorts as Tenten Giggles) Anyways, forget about Ino for now Fox. You're prime objective is to stop Liquid. (Becomes Solemn) Ino'd want the same thing too.

Fox: (Snorts) You're right. Hell, she'd probably shoot me again if I rescued her first.

Shizune: (Inquisitive) Ino's pretty special to you, Fox?

Fox: (Smirking) There aren't many women like her around, though considering her bad aim that's probably a good thing.

Shizune: (Smirking) That's not what I meant...C'mon, you can tell me.

Fox: (Uncomfortable) She's the Colonel's niece... and a combat buddy. (Snorts) Christ, what's with the damn police interrogation?

Yamanaka: (Chuckling) I guess it's in the genes. Shizune's grandfather rose as high as assistant secretary in the Interrogation Bureau during Tobirama's time.

Shizune: Y-yes, he was from Iwagakure, and he became a special undercover investigator to bring down the local triads.

Iruka: (Suspicious) Shizune-san…I thought you didn't have any family...?

Shizune: (Uncomfortable) Well...I...I researched it after I graduated from med-school. My grandfather was already dead by the time I learned about him. I never even had the chance to meet him. (Shakes her head to compose herself, ignoring Yamanaka's look of pity) Fox, good luck out there.

Tenten: (Cheerful) Yeah! I don't think they'll let you into the restaurant I've in mind if you're covered in blood!

Fox: (Smirks) I'll try to make sure none of it's mine.

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Chuckling to himself, feeling a little bit lighter after that heartening conversation, Fox made his way down the passage, this time keeping a diligent eye out for any more goons hiding in the rafters. After all, falling for the same trick twice was NOT how you survived in ANBU HOUND for any length of time, or at least it hadn't when HE had enlisted.

'Dunno about those genome grunts though…' he muttered, recalling how easy it had been thus far to slip past them 'I mean they're supposed to be genetically advanced right? Or did the government hire some washed out NAZI crack-sniffer to sell the idea to the public?'

Personally, Fox's money was on the stoned kraut, as he'd seen nothing out of the 'Next Generation' that impressed him, unless predictability was a desired trait in soldiers these days. That said, he had better things to do than worry about the ineptitude of trying to screw with Mother Nature, and so with a snort, he rushed towards the communications tower, sweeping the area with his FAMAS as he made for the staircase.

However, it seemed the guards, having caught him once, had gotten a little cocky in his absence. The few he encountered on the arduous climb upwards were either lazing about, half-assedly carrying out their patrols, or simply standing around trying to catch some sleep. Hell he bumped into two that were having a pissing contest over the railing, too occupied with trying to outdo each other they didn't realize he'd snuck up on them until they were looking up as his smirking face as they fell to their death's pant's hanging around their ankles as they screamed.

"Cool Runnings, Pissants." He mocked, pulling off a mock salute as he turned his attention back to the flight of stairs leading up the rest of the way, bracing himself for the chill as she stepped back out into the blizzard, marveling once again at the effectiveness of his sneaking suit and Shizune's cocktail as he clambered onto the roof, eyeing the giant satellite dish of the facility as it loomed in the night sky ominously, only to freeze as his hackles flared up, the familiar sound of burning rocket fuel reaching him as he cursed, leaping to the side just as three missiles crashed into the disk, sending fire and shrapnel in all directions.

'Crap in a hat!? Did the Colonel send in back-up?!' Fox wondered wildly, leaping out of the path of a flying I-beam, only to scowl and shake such thoughts out of his head. The Colonel had told him there WASN'T any back-up, outside the F-16's Liquid had shot down hours ago, and he highly doubted that Konoha was about to waste two more of their 'Finest' to help out an expatriate such as himself.

'And if they DID' he muttered, struggling to his feet as the roof shook under the continued missile assault 'They sure as hell wouldn't be taking POT SHOTS at me!'

A particularly fierce explosion brought the satellite dish down with a howl of twisted metal, Fox stumbling against the railing with a curse as he slipped on a patch of ice, sending him careening over the side into the abyss below. "FUCK!" he swore, hand snapping out like a viper to latch onto the edge, nearly wrenching his arm from its socket as he held on for dear life, bringing his other hand into play to relieve some of the stress on its straining twin, slowly heaving himself over the railing once again, touching down on solid ground with a grunt, the smell of smoke and fire filling his nostrils as he looked up, his eyes narrowing at the sight before him

The communications tower was a wreck, the once clear pathway between the facility and BUNTA'S hanger a graveyard of shrapnel and debris, the passageway between them completely destroyed by rocket fire.

"God Dammit!" Fox swore, brushing his golden spikes in irritation, his bandanna whipping in the wind as he marched towards the wreckage, hoping against hope that there was SOME way across, other than investing in a set of snow shoes, only to shiver as a familiar noise reached his ears, the sound of helicopter blades slicing through the air.

"FOOOOOOOOOX!" Liquid's refined voice called out, amplified by the Hind-D's audio speakers as he hovered into view, the gun ship's search lights locking onto Fox, almost blinding him with their intensity "You did well to get this far, Outoto," the redhead applauded mockingly "But I'm afraid I can't let you get past here!"

"You have GOT to be shitting me…" Fox muttered, looking up at his 'brother' with a deadpan expression as the Hind drew ever closer "First a tank, now an attack chopper? Too scared to face me head on DICK-uid?"

"That's Liquid you uncultured cockroach!" the redhead snapped, despite the fact there was no way he could've heard him inside the chopper, glaring spitfire at his blonde double while reaching for the launch mechanism for his missile salvos "You're pretty arrogant after escaping from Kabuto, but you're not going any farther!!!"

'Wow…triple exclamation marks…' Fox muttered, sweat dropping at his 'brother's dramatics as he backtracked to the edge of the tower 'That can't be a good sign.' He cursed as his back pressed against the railing, looking down with a scowl, only to see the next landing was a LONG way down 'Hell of a drop, and I don't think it's too safe to risk climbing down anyways.' He looked around wildly, 'It's a long way down…and me without a bungee cord.'

"What are you going to do?" Liquid cackled, clearly mistaking Fox's furtive glances as an attempt to find cover "You think you can take on a Hind with your bare hands? Even Father wasn't that arrogant Fox!" he smirked, flipping a switch on his controller "Now you're mine!"

Fox swore, dodging out of the path of more missiles, only to slam against the base of the dish, waving smoke out of his eyes and cursing a blue streak as his twin launched another salvo right at him. 'If I stay here, I'm finished.' The blonde fox deduced grimly, glaring up at the Hind and wishing like hell he at least had a grenade launcher or something to take the smug smile of the bastards face, only to blink as he espied the rooftop fire hose lying next to him, several lengths of extra strength material that, if action movies had taught him anything, was perfectly capable of allowing a man to rappel down a building.

'Normally I'm not one to put much stock in movies.' He muttered, though he did enjoy the odd Fu'un-Hime movie from time to time, now there was a woman he wouldn't mind playing 'hide the snake' with 'But what the hell, any port in the storm.'

Grabbing the hose, wrapping a good bit of it around his mid-section, the scarred blonde pulled out one of his grenades, popped the pin and hurled it across the roof to provide a distraction, racing out from cover the second the searchlights lifted off him, only to grit his teeth as he heard Liquid's mocking cackle, the sound of two rockets tearing through the air towards him as he leapt over the railing into the abyss, a veritable firestorm at his back.

Woo, things are heating up for our hero aren't they?

Kakashi: What the hell?! How come he gets all the best actions scenes?!

Kyugan: Main character? Duh?

Kakashi: But...Fuun Hime...

Yuki: What about me Kakashi?

Kakashi: 0_* What are YOU doing here?

Yuki: Motivation, I can't have Naruto-kun's big performance go down right? Speaking of which, where is he?

Kyugan: His trailer, can't miss it, it's bright orange and rocking from side to side.

Yuki: (Smirks) Oh is it now? (walks off) well let's see if we can't add another mark to the richter scale...

Kakashi: (Bent over double)...so....HAWT! Balls...crushed...against...plating...

Kyugan: Yeah, cyborg-exoskeletons and boners don't mix...

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