Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Rurouni Kenshin. Seriously, if I did I would be the happiest man on earth...well with women in bikini's as well.
"Talk" Talking
'Think' Thinking
"Talk" Bijuu talking
'Think' Bijuu thinking
Deep within the bowels of the Anbu headquarters, a nameless Anbu operative knelt at the desk of the man who ordered her into the field. The room, like every room within the Anbu headquarters was painted a dull gray, and was furnished with a simple desk that had several important; highly classified documents-two being the newest provided by his subordinate, and a black chair.
Sitting at the chair was a man with a large, imposing figure, which he complemented his rugged face. His most distinguishing features were two, deep scars, one that diagonally went from his chiseled chin, over his lips and up into his black bandanna that supported his hitai-ate that covered his head, while another one diagonally stretched from his left cheek and went down to his neck. He was clad in a grey uniform with a high collared black trench coat, along with black full-fingered gloves on his hands. This man was was Ibiki Morino, the commanding officer of the Konoha Torture and Interrogation Force.
"Did you retrieve the bodies like I asked?" Ibiki's rough, grizzled voice asked the kneeling Anbu operative.
"Without any trouble." The woman answered.
"Their condition?"
"I was unable to locate Raijuta Isurugi's body. I asked around and found out that the villagers cremated the body and left before they could ask any questions. For both Lightning Lion's and Aoi Rokusho's I found them in the location provided for us. I found evidence of some animal activity and a few bite marks, but nothing that will interfere with the investigation."
Ibiki grunted in dissatisfaction, he would have liked all the bodies, but this would have to do; he worked with less after all. "Very well, take them to the analysis lab. And report back to me when it's finished."
"I will return when the results are ready." The female Anbu operative stood, bowed to her boss, and disappeared in a small cloud of smoke.
After his subordinate left, the scarred man leaned back into his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Not even two days ago he was informed by the Hokage that their resident jinchuriki, who had been missing for eleven whole years had returned to them not even a full month ago. Not only that but he was assigned an A-ranked mission right off the bat to be the sole backup for Teams Seven and Eight, and came back successful with only one casualty. Detailed in the newest report on his desk was the approximate body count of nearly one-thousand men. Even more outlandish, the boy claimed to have killed Gato who caused the whole tragedy in Wave Country, along with the serial rapist-murderer Lightning Lion, infamous bandit leader Raijuta Isurugi, and the Leaf's very own Aoi Rokusho. And once again the boy brought in the infamous Zabuza Momochi, The Demon Brother's; Gozu and Meizu who had rare kekkei genkai's that were never recorded, and a kunoichi with the thought to be extinct ice kekkei genkai from the Yuki Clan.
"Not even a full month back, and the kid has already set a record for the impossible." Ibiki muttered to himself. The scarred man wasn't upset that the boy was back, if anything else he was glad that their ultimate trump card was back in play. Yes, he viewed Naruto as a weapon, but a living weapon that deserved respect for his sacrifice for harboring a tailed beast.
Reading over the two reports again, his experienced black eyes absorbed every detail his subordinate could gather with discretion. An amused grin cracked on his hard face when he read over the abilities the young man possessed, they were perfect for what he desired in an operative.
-Meanwhile in the Hokage's office-
"Naruto, I must ask one last time. Are you sure you want to do this? It is a lot of money for something that might not pay off." Hiruzen tried one last time to persuade Naruto to back out of his purchase of a portion of the slums. It honestly disturbed him a little but that a boy no older that sixteen was planning on dropping twenty-five million ryo like it was chump change to buy a quarter of the slums.
Currently the elderly Kage was leaning back in his comfortable chair, and ignoring the paperwork sitting upon his desk for the time being. Actually, that would be a lie, because there were two dozen deeds resting in front of him waiting to be signed be Naruto who was sitting across from him.
"I am certain, Hokage-dono. It may sound crazy to you, but I see the golden potential buried under the layer of filth and corruption of the area I purchased." Naruto assured his village leader.
"Naruto, half the buildings are set to be demolished. The others are covered in graffiti, and controlled by gangs."
The blond raised an eyebrow, "Gangs? I'm a little surprised that your shinobi have not dealt with them yet."
"I cannot waste the time and resources of my shinobi to solve every little problem in the village. That is what the Konoha Military Police Force is for."
"I heard of them, weren't they run by the Uchiha Clan before their near genocide?" Naruto asked.
"It was, but despite their massacre we could not just dissolve a force that had been keeping the streets safe since their formation." Hiruzen said before he placed his pipe to his lips and lighting it. After inhaling the sweet tobacco, he continued his lecture. "After the Uchiha's were nearly wiped out I put in a hasty application for volunteers to join the depleted force."
Taking out his kiseru pipe Naruto copied the Sandaime's action of lighting and inhaling the tobacco he placed in it. What could he say? It calmed the nerves. "I'm guessing that it didn't turn out the way you expected it?" He questioned.
"Unfortunately. The men and women of the force have kept the peace, and they have solved several homicides, robberies, and all sorts of other crimes originating from all the districts in the village. But I know that they are only human, they accept bribes to look the other way, some are even in the gang's pockets." Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Hiruzen closed his tired eyes. "That is why I'm a little worried about your purchase, even if you do have another twenty-five million in your pocket, it's not going to be pretty."
"Well nothing in this world is pretty." Naruto said calmly. "If they try something I can legally do what I have to, to protect my property."
"I honestly wished you didn't put it that way. Killing is not always the option Naruto."
"Who said I was going to be the one killing them?"
Raising a gray eyebrow, the God of Shinobi removed his pipe and settled it on his desk. "What are you planning boy?"
"I may have bought the property, but I'm not going to be the one fully owning it." After taking a long drag from the pipe, Naruto began to explain his plan to his leader. "You see, I'm going to co-own all these properties with a very trusted adviser of mine who should be rolling in something today. He is a simple business man who can get the job done, but I must warn you his methods are a little...extreme."
"How extreme?"
"Let's just say that before the week is out you will know his name. And by the end of the year, no one will have to worry about the slums again."
-Konoha's Eastern Gates, same time-
"Ah man, this is sooooo boring!" A man with long, spiky, black hair and dark eyes yawned in boredom. He had a strip of bandage running across the bridge of his nose and a light soul patch on his chin. He wore the standard attire of a Konoha shinobi complete with his Leaf hitai-ate on his forehead and a green flak jacket. His name was Kotetsu Hagane, a skilled Chuunin of Konoha. "Man, what I wouldn't do to hang out at the Jounin Standby Station."
"Kotetsu, stop complaining. This is the best mission you can get as a shinobi. Think about it, we're guarding the gates with the Konoha Barrier Team to keep the civilians safe. Plus, we don't have to worry about getting stabbed, set on fire, crushed, or electrocuted while standing here." Said a brown haired man that combed down and always covered his right eye. He wore his Leaf hitai-ate like a bandanna along with the standard Konoha shinobi outfit which went all the way up to his chin. His name was Izumo Kamizuki, the calm one of the duo who usually had an easygoing smile on his face.
"But it's so boring!" Kotetsu complained to his fellow Chuunin. "I'm not a fan of that stuff either, but we're shinobi. I want to at least have some more experience under my belt before trying out for the Jounin Exams again."
"Well guarding is an experience." Izumo said with a chuckle, "Besides, your boredom will be taken care of in a minute. Look."
Looking over towards to road, Kotetsu was greeted by the figure of an average-looking man wearing well worn clothing with a wide-brimmed straw hat on his head. He looked pretty old and poor if the broken glasses upon his face, and the long white shaggy beard on his face were any indication. Upon his back was a simple-looking backpack, and a walking stick clutched in his right hand. "Hello boys, beautiful day isn't it?" By the voice of it, this man sounded to be in his late seventies.
"Oh, hello stranger." Izumo greeted the man as he reached their post. "What brings you to Konoha?"
"Oh I'm just a wanderer, a vagabond roaming from place to place." The old man said with a closed mouth grin. "May I be able to pass? I've heard so much of Konoha that I just had to visit it once before I kick the bucket."
"Once we search you, sorry old timer but it's procedure." Kotetsu said apologetically. He never liked the thought of frisking people of holding them up for periods of time, but they did not need another school massacre again.
"Oh it's okay, please do what you need to do." The old man said in understanding.
And so for the next ten minutes both Kotetsu and Izumo searched the old man. His backpack contained nothing but an old teapot with some spare clothing and food, nothing was found within his straw hat, nothing was upon his body when they frisked him, and his walking stick was just a simple stick. They also checked his identity, and found his name to be Wei Un, a foreigner from the far west.
"Thank you for your patience mister Un, we hope you find your stay in Konoha comfortable." Izumo smiled at the old man as he handed his ID card back.
"Hohoho if everyone is as nice as you, I believe I found where I want to live the rest of my days. Good day boys." Wei Un bowed to the two Chuunin before walking into the village.
"That was such a jolly old man, wasn't he Kotetsu?" Izumo said.
"I dunno man, he seemed a little too jolly to me. Plus with the dangers of the world, I find it awfully surprising to see a lone geezer arriving unharmed at our gates." Kotetsu voiced his concerns.
"You're probably just thinking about it too much."
"Hmm, yea I guess you're right."
Ten minutes into the village the old man arrived at the poor districts of the village, and it was there his happy jolly appearance fell away. Instead it was replaced by malicious intent. Walking into an old condemned building the old man brought and old wrinkled hand to his beard, and tore it away like the disguise it was. Soon the old man tore the cheap clothing off his body until he was clad in only a pair of black boxer shorts, and the he began to tear his skin off. The old wrinkly white skin of an old man fell away to reveal well muscled dark brown skin that only a shinobi could acquire after years of training.
Bringing his calloused right thumb to his mouth, the man bit down hard enough to draw blood and wiped it over his left forearm. In a small cloud of smoke a set of clothing appeared on the ground and he immediately began to dress in them. Barely in under a minute he wore a complete set of western styled clothing that consisted of a long-sleeved white shirt and a black tie, a pair of black pants that went to his ankles and a simple belt with a hip pouch. On his torso was a brown leather holster that went across his chest and wrapped around his armpits that held what looked like tanto scabbards. On his feet were surprisingly black shinobi-styled sandals.
Clutching the walking stick in his hands, the man snapped it over his knee to reveal that the stick was hollowed out and filled with Styrofoam. Shaking both ends violently until he the two tanto blades and a dozen exploding tags fell out. Picking up the exploding tags he placed them into his pouch first before picking up and sheathing his tanto blades in their respective scabbards. It was only then he picked up the last of his clothing off the ground the last two articles being a high collared black trench coat, along with black full-fingered strangler gloves that he placed on his hands.
However the final two crucial pieces of clothing had yet to be put on. Reaching into his trench coat the man pulled out a black loose hood that covered his entire head to conceal his cropped white hair. Then finally he placed on his most important piece of clothing, covering his average-looking and unremarkable ace was a mask; not just any mask, but a black skull-shaped mask that looked like it was made out of human bone. There was almost a hissing sound as the mask melded with him and becoming his real face. Letting out a pained gasp after the process was finished, the masked man opened his eyelids to reveal cruel red orbs.
"Ahh, I hate that Geezer disguise.(1)" The man sighed out as he moved his jaw up and down, just to make sure that the mask was still working. "All right, let's see what kind of plan he has come up with this time."He reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple slip of paper and read the address that would take him to the meeting point.
Ten minutes later the masked man arrived at the meeting place, and observed his surroundings with disgust. He had long ago gotten used to a certain lavish lifestyle that included watching his profits increase, drinking the finest alcohol's and eating the best foods around, but most importantly enjoying the pleasurable company of the finest women that were in his employ. But now...now he was standing in a disheveled lobby of an old apartment complex that smelled of mold and piss.
Crossing his muscled arms, the man in the mask let loose a pulse of chakra. "Hmm, on time as usual aren't you Uzumaki?"
"Still keeping your skills up. Good, it would be a shame to have you become fat and incompetent like the third one, isn't that right Godaime Black Mask?"(2) Naruto smirked from behind his scarf, and the little battered black book held in his right hand.
The fifth Black Mask narrowed his red eyes. Of course he would have that accursed book with him, the information that he had on him, and the organization that he was in charge of. "I know you would not contact me if it wasn't important, now spill it Uzumaki or I walk."
"I think it would be better if you and I had this conversation in my office."
Once the two were in, what used to be the secretary break room. Naruto himself was seated on an old, decaying couch without any sign of discomfort, and his trusty pipe in his mouth. Black Mask however was glaring at the old table that held three feet of ninja wire, several more exploding tags with various seal symbols, a black launching device that held ten crossbow bolts and two documents that already had Naruto's signature on them.
"All right Uzumaki, what is this about?"
"I'm here to hire you personally for a job that would benefit the both of us." Naruto said after exhaling a cloud of smoke from his mouth. "The ninja wire, elemental exploding tags, and the arrow launcher are a gift from me just because you listened. The contracts however," Opening his cool blue eyes, he smirked in greedy satisfaction. "Those documents are for you to sign to become co-owner of of this apartment complex, and have a fifteen percent ownership of of the slums. Now that may not sound like much, but the second will have you become head of the Gato Company."
"What!?" Black Mask's demeanor faltered after hearing that. Head of the Gato Company? Him? Oh dear freaking Kami the shipping company was worth billions! If he took control, he would make more in a year than all the previous Black Mask's combined! Now this was worth listening to. "Okay, you have my attention boy."
"Hmph, I knew that I would." The blond said with a great amount of self satisfaction. "Now I'm going to make this easy on the both of us, this is just something I need to do before I eventually leave this village." He pulled out his little black book again and began reading off the names he gave the Hokage his first day back. "These men and women have people who operate the streets in their name. I want you to find these people, learn of their operations, disrupt them, have them imprisoned and publicly shamed, or it you really want to I will allow you to kill them."
"That is a tall order Uzumaki." Black Mask said.
"Oh but it gets better. I'm going to be bringing in builders from Wave Country to repair this place, the local gangs will try and stop them, and I suspect that some law enforcement and the people on this list will try and do the same." Slapping the book shut and pocketing it, Naruto got off the couch and walked up to him. "I will need you to recruit the locals, bribe, blackmail, steal and do whatever it takes to make sure they complete it. Make everyone on the streets cower when they hear your name."
"This is a very tall order Uzumaki." Black Mask said, but even he sounded unhappy, a ferocious smirk soon crossed his face. "But it sounds like loads of fun. Count me in."
"Good, all that's left is to sign the forms."
Two days passed since Naruto hired on Black Mask to deal with the scum of the slums. So far nothing of importance happened, no one had died, drugs were dealt, prostitutes were paid, and all that stuff. The only thing that changed was the knowledge Black Mask held. Two days ago he didn't know the streets, the major players, or even the small timers. But after roaming and observing undetected for two days, the crime lord was ready to make his entrance. All he needed was to make an entrance.
"He-hey you." A shaky, nervous voice interrupted his thoughts. Black Mask turned to his side to see an extremely skinny, disheveled man with a clear case of the shakes. Oh great, a junkie. "I-I haven't s-een you before. You must be a new dealer, tell me dude, you gots any opium?"
"No."
"Then what a-bout Skooma? Blue Sky, Red Sand? Black Rock (3)! Come on man, you must have something, I gots the money for it!"
And a desperate one, oh this gave him an idea. "Actually, I have something. But you only will get it if you do something for me."
"Anything man, I needs my fix."
Suppressing a chuckle, Black Mask patted the man on the back. "All right, first I need you to find a man named Yuuji Satou, he should be around the red lights district about this time." Oh he knew exactly where he would be, but the junkie had some use to him.
"I know where he will b-b-b-e. Follo-w me, man."
The red light district, was the most...entertaining place in the slums. That was all Black Mask could say, it was lined with various brothels for the needs of both sexes.
However as he stealthily followed the junkie towards the more seedier places, ones that he honestly did not wish to know about. They were run down, in a state of disrepair, good Kami he felt filthy just looking at them and he hated to think of any ramped diseases that one would catch if he touched the wood. But they even the junkie passed all of them, and took him on what felt like a wild goose chase for fifteen minutes until he reached something he never expected to see the first time, and would be glad that it would be his last.
It was an eyesore, a bright red and pink pent house that was about four stories tall with pictures of exotic, naked women glowing on the outside. Surprisingly it was pretty dang popular, Black Mask could see dozen's of men and women coming in and out. Some were richly dressed, others average-looking, but all had smiles on their faces. It disgusted him quite a bit, especially since the area around it was in complete desolation, but a wicked smile soon came to his face when he saw his junkie approaching the entrance.
"Hold it junkie, your kind is not welcomed here." The bouncer, a big brute of a man held the pathetic man up at the entrance.
"P-ple-as let me in, I-I gots to see mister Satou. A-a man wishes to see him." The junkie began to scratched his exposed arms nervously, it wasn't the bouncer that scared him. It was him not getting the fix he needed, his mind was so far gone, and his dignity all but destroyed that he would do anything for a whiff of the good stuff.
And that was what Black Mask counted on, a burned out druggie that would do anything for a fix, his mind so deteriorated from using for so long that he would not notice the high powered exploding tag he placed on the back of his tattered shirt. He waited until the bouncer called over another to either give him a message, or have him beat the ever loving shit out of the junkie. Either way it didn't matter, especially when Black Mask placed his hands into the tiger seal.
The exploding tag flared a blinding white light off the poor junkie's back before detonating with a loud bang. The explosion itself obliterated the man into oblivion, taking the two bouncers and patrons with him. The concussive force swept dozens of people off their feet and slammed them into the crumbing buildings. Crackling madly at the devastation Black Mask exited from his hiding spot and casually walked into the club he blew a gigantic hole in.
Stepping over to fresh bodies of patrons and prostitutes alike, Black Mask casually moved his head to take in the interior. The place was bathed in a powdery blue light, multiple colored strobe lights haphazardly shined on the floor and walls, plush chairs and couches were overturned from the explosion or outright destroyed, bottles of fine saki were spilled and shattered. The placed looked like a gigantic rave/orgy club if all the drugs and partial nudity explained anything.
Multiple people groaned in pain at their injuries, several stood up wide eyed and shell shocked. But they were ignored by the murderer, instead his crimson eyes darted to try and find the man that would be the stepping stone for this job of his. And he found him after the body of a man was pulled off by two muscle-headed men; Yuuji Satou, a balding, out of shape man was pulled up by one of his bodyguards, his arms cradling a dufflebag full of his laundered money.
"Yuuji Satou!" Black Mask's voice boomed over the quite brothel. "You have a nice little business here, taking money from brothels and store owners to fill your pockets. I like it, not bad for a small timer, yea I'm definitely going to take it over."
"Wha? Who, who the hell are you!?" Yuuji squeaked when his eyes laid on the terrifying figure that blew his favorite, high profit club to hell.
"Me? I just told you I'm taking over this little operation of yours." Black Mask wagged his right index finger at the pot-bellied man as he walked towards him. "But don't you think it's a little stupid to do this yourself? I mean you have...men I guess to do it for you, then you wound not be in this sort of situation now would ya?"
"Shut up! I am on the-"
"Ah shut up you little sissy!" Black Mask shouted at the weasel of a man. "We can do this the painless way, or the torture porn painful way. Choose."
"I will not do anything! Don't just stand there, kill him!" Yuuji screamed at his bodyguards.
"Yes sir!" The six surviving men bellowed at their employer.
Black Mask only snickered when two bodyguards, big, bald and in black suits charged at him. One went bare handed, while another pulled out a tanto. Dramatically loosening his trench coat, the crime boss pulled it back, thrusted his hands towards his armpits, and unsheathed his own tanto's. Gripping the handles tightly he sprinted at the both of them, in one flash of his left arm he sliced the bare handed one's throat wide open. With his right one he blocked the descending tanto with his own, twisted his body and stabbed the bodyguard in the belly.
The man gasped in surprise and pain, before he could try to pull himself away Black Mask stabbed his other tanto into his back. "Oh we cannot have you leave yet, not when I'm just getting started!" The killer crackled as he pulled his first tanto out of the man's stomach, and the plunged it in once, twice, three times, staining his gloved hand red with the unfortunate man's blood. He pulled out to stab on more time before he noticed the body guard was dead after the second stab. Scoffing in disgust the red-eyed man pulled his other tanto from his back and let him fall to the ground.
Black Mask turned just in time to block two wakizashi's from another two, while a third came at him with a table leg raised above his head. Narrowing his eyes, he jumped backwards, back flipping twice, but on the third time he threw his tanto's at the two brute's with wakizashi's. When he landed on his own two feel he looked to see the both of them clutching at their throats. Hell he didn't even need to look at the table leg-wielding meathead to catch the improvised club with his right hand, punch the guy in the belly with his left, pull the table leg out of his weakened grip, and proceeded to cave his head in with it until he hell over dead.
The crime lord laughed at the horrified expressions at the surviving patrons. Tossing the table leg away, he walked over to the fallen bodies of the brutes and pulled out the tanto's from their necks. Flicking them to the side to rid the blades of their blood, he ran at Yuuji and his last guard. And just like the slime ball he was, the balding man pushed the frightened guard into his path and ran towards the entrance with his money still in hand. Black Mask didn't stop for the man, he easily impaled him through the lungs with his sharp blades, but kicking him off to choke on his own blood, the merciless man threw one tanto at Yuuji's retreating form, and he smiled when the blade pierced through his spine.
Knowing his prey wasn't going anywhere, Black Mask strolled over to the sniveling man's broken form. Ripping the tanto out of his back, he pulled the sniveling man up by the back of his kimono, dragging him out into the open where all eyes would see them. "Pl-plea-se stop. Spare me, I'm on the C-ivilian Cou-uncil. I'm worth more alive than d-ea-d." Yuuji coughed out weakly.
"Not my problem. You're worth more dead than alive to me." Pulling Yuuji upwards until only his knees were touching the ground, Black Mask focused his chakra into his vocal cords to make sure everyone heard him. "Listen up you sniveling worms, I am the Black Mask! I am here to make everything here mine! What you saw here is just a small sample of what I can do, and I can do a lot worse if you get on my bad side like this little motherfucker!" Placing the tanto he pulled out of Yuuji's back, he held it to his exposed throat. "And when you get on my bad side, this happens!" In a blink of an eye, Black Mask slit Yuuji's throat wide open, causing dozens of people to scream at the open killing. "So do not fuck with me. You got that? This entire area is mine!"
Feeling that he got his point across, Black Mask wiped his bloody tanto's of his target's kimono, sheathed them and left the scene of his crime. The timing was perfect, because one minute after he disappeared into the dark night, the Konoha Military Police Force arrived to try and bring back order to the area.
The next day Naruto found himself back in the Hokage's office, an amused expression plastered on his face after removing his scarf. The Hokage himself however was not amused, the report on his desk from last night proved to be...disturbing.
"This is the man you told me about? This Black Mask?" Hiruzen said with a pronounced scowl on his face. Already he had gone through two packets of tobacco since hearing the report, and was nearing his third. Kami if this kept up, he would have to buy more packets to calm his nerves.
"The very same." Naruto nodded in response. "I honestly hope you're satisfied with the results."
"Fours building were destroyed, the club in now nothing more than a condemned building, twenty people are dead Naruto. Three were heirs of wealthy civilian families, and one was of the Civilian Council."
"Who was caught with laundered money, and he was on the list." Naruto said nonchalantly. "You told me in your own words 'to rid the cancer of this village', and that's what I'm doing. Yuuji Satou is dead because I hired him, that means the corruption in the council and the village has lessened. Now you can bring in a good, non-corruptible person to take his place."
The Sandaime stayed silent for a long while, his mind processing the information he was given. It was clear on his face that he was not happy about his, but this was what he wanted...wasn't it? Ugh, this was not the time or place to think about it. "What can you tell me about this Black Mask?"
"I cannot tell you much, not without compromising the entire organization he controls."
"And why not, he's clearly a criminal mastermind who has his hands deep in the underworld." The Sandaime narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"Because if I tell you about the entire organization, then you will try and destroy it. Which means you would try and destroy me." Seeing the Hokage raise an eyebrow in confusion, the blond clarified what he meant. "Listen, the organization Black Mask is the head of is called the False Facers(4). They are a criminal organization that does everything from fencing stolen goods to, to information gathering, and even contract killings. It was founded sometime before the Nidaime Hokage's reign and there have been five Black Masks since then."
"Five Black Masks?" Hiruzen questioned. "That seems so...few."
"Not really, the Black Mask is the leader of the organization so they don't really go out into the field. The first one died in a explosion thanks to an assassin. His successor appointed his inherited the title before dying of old age, the third one was murdered by me, and I quit after a month and the second-in command became the Godaime Black Mask."
"You were what!?" The God of Shinobi violently choked on the smoke he exhaled from his mouth.
"Oh relax, I did not order anyone killed. The only one who knew I was in charge for that small amount of time was the fifth Black Mask, and he kept everything quiet until I was finished finding what I needed. My reign as the Yondaime Black Mask was so insignificant that I would not be worthy of a footnote in their long and prosperous history." Naruto paused before finishing his story. "In fact the Godaime Black Mask 'killed' me and burned my body as a cover story to gain the loyalty of the organization. After all, nothing screams 'I'm loyal' when you kill the man who unjustly killed your leader."
"I...see." The Sandaime signed tiredly. "I just wish that you were the one to do it, it's supposed to be your job as my Hitokiri."
"Of course it is, but it would be hard to kill those and get caught later by your Anbu members." Naruto chuckled and pulled the white scarf over his mouth. "I may be strong, but they have years of experience on me. I would not stand a chance in hell, and since I'm not a registered shinobi within Konoha it would be pretty damn awkward if you try to bail me out of the deepest hole in prison. After all other than Teams Seven and Eight, no one in the village knows that I exist."
"Umm, that is not exactly true." Hiruzen sweat-dropped in embarrassment. "I knew the Anbu within the room would report to their superiors about your sudden appearance. So, I came clean and told Ibiki you finally came home and became a special agent under my command."
"...son of a bitch." Naruto swore out loud, the Sandaime did the one thing he would never expect. Oh well, he would just have to shake things up a little bit. "So much for remaining anonymous. All right, when am I supposed to register myself?"
"By Monday next week. You'll need to have your photo taken, and I will take care of the rest."
"Whatever you say Hokage-dono, I am yours to command." The blond sighed out irritably, man what a pain in the ass. "Before I go I must ask what happened to Zabuza and the others? I have yet to see any of them."
"They have all been taken care of, and remarkably the four of them got high points in their evaluations. All I have to do is find them a residence to hold up in for a few weeks while I get their paper work ready."
"Find a place that can hold four people, and bill me for it." Naruto stood from his chair and stretched his arms outward. "Also, before I forget the builders should be arriving around the same time Teams Seven and Eight come home."
"Arriving around the same time?" The Hokage questioned.
"Yea, I helped liberate their country after all." Naruto said nonchalantly before he strolled towards the open window and jumped out it.
-Anbu Headquarters, at the same time-
"These are all accurate I presume?" Ibiki asked his female Anbu operative.
"Affirmative, Captain." The masked woman said before handing her superior the lab results he requested a few days ago.
"Dismissed." Ibiki didn't look up to watch his subordinate vanish in a small cloud of smoke. Instead he glued his eyes on the autopsies, and identification of the three deceased men Naruto killed during his mission in Wave.
His eyes first settled on the report of Raijuta Isurugi. He was not too hard to identify due to childhood dental records, and the unforgettable ugly mug that was his face.
The second was one that caused him to crack a rare smile on his face. Aoi Rokusho; the bastard that stole a very important scroll, the Nidaime's Raijin no Ken, and tricked his little brother to defect from the village. The fire soon turned into a scowl when he remembered how he killed his team, the torture he experienced under that man; how he was responsible for the scar that went from his lips to his head, and that he was the cause of his little brother's death.
Looking over Aoi's file, Ibiki took note of the lost right eye and the near crippling wound that ran along his back. They were old wounds, possibly six years old if the data was correct. The smile came back to his face when he saw the wounds the man suffered before he died. The front of his torso was burnt and cut up by what looked like an explosion, his belly ruined to the point where his entrails trailed out by a foot. His right forearm looked to be severed cleanly by a sharp blade, and by the stab wound on the left side of his stomach looked to be the finishing wound if the electric wounds around it were any indication. The only thing that seemed out of place were the bruises on his face, almost like he was tortured for information.
"Brutal, merciless, good job Uzumaki. But curious as well, what exactly did you do to bring out that much damage?" Ibiki scratched his chin in pondering. He would have to look into this further, hopefully with the boy working beside him.
Setting Aoi's file to the side, the scarred Special Jounin took a look at Lightning Lion's file. He recoiled a little bit at the amount of injuries the man suffered before he died. His chest was cut from ninja wire, his head, neck and shoulders cracked from the Primary Lotus. That was not from Naruto that's for sure, he figured it to be Kakashi since he was the only one in the area, and the only one other that Gai Maito who knew that dangerous technique. His entire right arm was gone, blown away from the elbow downwards with a deep laceration that went down to his bone. His left arm was also a wreck, a deep cauterized wound went from his broken hand, up his mincemeat forearm, until it reached his shoulder. The man's spine was severed, in fact his own lower abdomen was ruined via tree stump impalement, his sternum and rib cage were broken from extreme blunt force trauma, and is manhood was-justifiably cut off. Lightning Lion suffered greatly from the fight, and died a violent death. Naruto sure didn't show mercy to his kind.
"I'm beginning to like this kid more and more." Ibiki said to himself. He just had to get this kid to join his department. Closing, and collecting the files he left to speak with the Hokage personally.
Armageddon: Hello everybody!
Everyone: Hello Doctor Nick.
Armageddon:...whoops wrong show. *he chuckled and exited through the door, walked three doors down until he got to his proper one* Hello everybody!
Pvt. Fox: Hey Armageddon! How have you been?
Armageddon: Oh you know same old, same old.
Lt. RasenganFin: So, this chapter is pretty short.
Pvt. Liquor: Yea, don't you usually have ten-thousand plus words? And all that other stuff?
Lt. Doom: Seems pretty lazy man.
Pvt. VFSNAKE: What are you high? That was freaking awesome, I mean it was so ruthless and shit! I mean wow!
Armageddon: Yea, this has been going in my brain for months now. I mean Naruto has allies in the underworld, and...well look at the numbers.
(1) If you know who I based this off of, give yourself a pat on the back, and a virtual cookie.
(2) Yes, I'm bringing the Black Mask into this story. I mean, it makes absolute sense. In Batman he is an infamous crime boss with loads of resources, he can get weapons, people, drugs, and much more other stuff so why wouldn't he be at home in this story? Plus the thought of him being a shinobi appealed to me. Now I'm not going to lie, I do not know how he will go over with you guys, but either way I have my plans for him if he has a positive or negative responses in this story. So either way I win with him.
(3) If you can guess what these are from you are the man. But Black Rock is something that I saw on this site a long time ago, credit goes to the dude who made it up in the first place.
(4) And yes, the False Facers were an organization Black Mask created in the comics. I felt they didn't get the glory they deserved so I amped them up to create a boogeyman-like organization that I plan of seeing more face time if the reception goes well.
Sgt. Shadowtrayster: That does not explain why this was so short. Or why there was not a whole lot of...well it feels like it's lacking something.
Pvt. LeafRanger: Or how Naruto just killed a so-called head boss of a scary organization.
Armageddon: Yea, yea. Listen I honestly cannot think of anything else for this chapter. Better end it now and write out more for the next one than have this one suck and be drawn out. As for it not being like the others, well this is of the aftermath or Wave...somewhat. It'll happen every so often after big events, so they will be few and far-in between. I mean they can't always be all action and killing shit every chapter. As for Naruto killing the man, stay tuned there will be an awesome flashback of that event.
Now onto the manga. Man it feels so close to the end, Obito looks pretty badass...if not scary as hell. Onto a recommended story, that would be Drifting by AlphaDelta1001. It's pretty damn good, pretty detailed and the characters are...well very realistic I like it very much, and I recommend you all take a look at it.
Until next time, later and give a detailed review.