"Same story, new beginning."
Chapter 10
"A goth, or not a goth."
Zabuza couldn't help but smile, as he watched his silver-haired friend walk out the hospital with his right hand covered with a bandage and in a hand-holder.
The poor Hatake had a stormy cloud above his head and a murderous look on his masked face.
The Swordsman didn't have to worry though, he knew most of the rage the younger was feeling was directed towards a certain seafood-loving ninja.
When the Hatake got close enough, he could hear him mutter under his breath:
"I swear next time I see him, I'm going to tear him apart limb by limb. You mark my words, Zabuza. That fish-face won't see what's coming to him."
"Hold your horses, Kakashi." The elder ninja said, placing a comforting hand on the Hatake's shoulder. "You know your mom would be very cross, if he suddenly stopped coming to her dinners."
"Well she'll just have to get over it, because I'm planning fifth degree murder here." Kakashi growled under his breath, his stormy eyes sparkling with his lust for revenge.
Seeing this Zabuza could only hope Kisame had enough brain cells to know, to avoid the Silver Fang at all cost.
Sure, the younger Hatake would hold back during a friendly spar, but you don't want to know what he did to the last person that insulted his mutts.
In short, you only anger a Hatake when you wish to commit suicide.
Sighting, the ninja decided to lead the younger man towards the prison cells. If he wants Kisame to live though today, he was going to have to distract Kakashi enough for him to forget about the sea loving nin.
"Say how about we go check on that fan-boy of yours, eh?" Zabuza suggested, patting the younger shinobi on the shoulder. "I bet he's just dyeing to see you again."
Kakashi snorted.
"I'll take that as a 'yes', then." The blue ninja sighted and began pushing the Hatake towards the Hatake residence where young Naruto, Meiko Inara and Tobi Caiden were keeping the elder Hatake generation, company.
Halfway there Kakashi suddenly stopped, forcing the taller man to stop as well.
"Kakashi if that another stray dog, I swear I'm gonna…" Zabuza began, but was abruptly cut off by the silver haired ninja.
"No, no." Sakumo's son assured, not taking his eyes of the object of interest. "Look at those guys by the ramen stand, talking to one of the customers." He pointed at a pair of strange looking individuals.
The swordsman blinked and followed the other ninja's gaze.
Sure enough there, near the small ramen shop with a beautiful blue roof, stood a pair of ninjas that wore long black cloaks with big red clouds imprinted on them, as well as large hats that hid their faces from view.
They honestly weren't hard to spot. With their clothing sticking out like a sore thumb and the dangerous aura surrounding their figures, even a blind man would have figured they're not from the Hidden Mist and obviously meant trouble…
…Or bad weather.
One of both.
"You mean the weather dudes?" The taller ninja asked, now also drawn to the two strangers.
"Yes." The Hatake narrowed his eyes. "There's something really fishy about them."
"Aside from the fact that they're dressed like clowns, trying to be weather shamans?" Zabuza snorted.
If the newcomers wanted to remain undercover, then they failed. Miserably.
The tall assassin snorted again.
He saw Christmas lights around Christmas trees demanding less attention than what those guys were wearing.
"Yes, aside from that." The Hatake confirmed, nodding. "They're obviously looking for something and not having any luck." Kakashi said analyzing the taller of the figures. "Suspicious-guy nr.1 is as stoic as any ninja on a mission, while blondie is obviously wishing he was anywhere but here."
"I'm not surprised." The Master Swordsman said, watching the two figures with as much interest as his younger companion. "Today is one of the hottest days in Kirigakure history." He wiped his forehead to emphasize his point. "If we're sweating in our summer attire, with cloaks like that they must be half boiled by now."
"Hmm…you have a point there." Kakashi nodded, stroking his masked chin. "Why did they dress themselves so warmly in the middle of summer? It doesn't make any sense."
"Yeah…pretty strange." The two were silent, watching the two figures walk up to another random villager in the ramen shop. "Where do you think they're from? The Storm Village?"
"I don't think there is a place called the 'Storm Village', Zabuza." Kakashi answered, giving his companion a pointed look. "And, to answer your question, I have no clue. Since we're staring at their backs, I can't see their headbands." A minute of pause. "Though I must admit that the cloaks they're wearing are a dead giveaway about their identities, once you know who they are. It's a pity we can't identify the village by their ridiculous attire."
"I say they're goths, walking around selling CD's with that strange music and making people into new goths."
"Zabuza…" The Silver Fang groaned.
"What?! It fits! They're wearing black, are pail and have purple colored fingernails!" The elder whispered loudly, pointing at the long, pail fingers of the black haired individual. "If that's not a Goth, then I don't know what is!"
"They're not goths, Zabuza." The Hatake brat sighted, rubbing his forehead. "The color might be right but the uniform is wrong. Not enough sparkly items and leather clothing."
"But-but they wear black!"
"A lot of people wear black, us too. Does that make us goths?"
"No but that's different! I'm a Master Swordsman and you're a member of ANBU! Black is a part of our uniforms!" Zabuza then pointed at the two foreigners. "What kind of respectful ninja would willingly wear such…wired clothing?! They're goths I tell you! Goths!"
"For the last time, they are not GOTHS!"
And they would have argued more if someone didn't interrupt their quarrel.
"Excuse me." A new voice asked, making the two friends turn around and face the newcomer. It was one of the foreigners, the shorter one with black hair and deep dark eyes.
"Yes?" Kakashi straightened up, happy to be taller than the strange looking person.
"My name is Itachi Uchiha and this is my companion Deidara." The young man, now identified as Itachi, pointed to his sweating companion. "We are members of the Akatsuki and are searching for a young boy that was told to be somewhere in this village." He then looked at the silver haired ninja before him. "You wouldn't, by any chance, know where he is, would you…Sakumo Hatake?"