Sorry For the wait everyone, I know that it has been six months since I last updated. I got caught up with school, finals, and i work a lot now, so it can be really hard to find the motivation to write. I'm going to try to add more thoughts and actual actions than dialogue, since i had a review address that a couple chapters back. Hopefully you guys aren't too mad at me, so here is the next chapter.

The first thing he was able to sense was the smell. Strongs scents of antiseptic and something sterile. He took stock of what he could remember, trying to sort things out before he jumped to any conclusions. He was on a mission with his ANBU squad, just a routine missing nin, not even a high A rank, which was a walk in the park. No, what caused problems was a man. A man in a mask. He dodged everything they threw at him like it was child's play.

Kakashi sent his squad ahead of him, leaving himself to buy them time to get help. Something was familiar about the masked nin, but he couldn't seem to place it. He was almost sure he had never seen this man before, but he just couldn't help it. He threw a kunai at him, expecting him to move, but it just went right through him, like the man was a ghost. Kakashi opened his left eye, knowing that if was going to make it out of this, he was going to need to come with everything he had right from the start.

Before either of them had taken a single step after that kunai was thrown, Kakashi already had at least ten different battle plans running through his head. A sparkle got his attention, as he saw a single hole in the man's mask, which appeared to be right in front of his right eye. This was proven correct when he caught a glimpse of the eye under said mask.

His heart clenched and ached, now knowing why this man was so familiar. There was no mistaking it, he had seen it clearly. How could he not know what it was? After all, he had one as well, but he kept it hidden unless he needed it. And now knowing who this man was, he going to need it severely. What a better way to fight a man with the sharingan, than with your own?

"It has been a long time since we fought, but why now?" the silver haired assassin asked the masked man. To an untrained eye, there was no reaction from the man. That does not mean there was no reaction. On the contrary, Kakashi saw the man's posture become more rigid, his muscles tense up, and his mask shifted ever so slightly. Even without his sharingan, Kakashi would have been able to see the shift in stance and demeanor. With his sharingan in play, it stood out like a flash of light in the middle of the night.

This man went from being an annoyance, someone he wouldn't give more than a passing glance, to a life or death fight. Knowing that this man not only shifted his posture, but also his intent. This was proven to be accurate, as a kunai sailed where the mane of silver hair had been not even a second earlier. A kunai made its way into the elite jonins hand on instinct alone. Years of combat experience let his body move without even thinking, making his move for him with no conscious thought.

All thoughts of winning this fight were now gone, instead being replaced with thoughts of escaping and making it back to the village. Al of the attacks he was throwing were just either passing through him or dodged with practiced ease. This man was at least as strong as Kakashi, especially since it seemed that he had his number. Every move was dodged, countered, or blocked, all with calculated ease. It was like he was fighting Itachi again. No tells, just constant motion as fluent as a river, one move leading right into another with no flaws or seams between the different moves. It was almost like a continuous flow of fists and kicks, as the fight had only been taijutsu up to this point. That changed when a ball of fire flew towards him, forcing him to leap to the right and dodge, landing feet first on a tree trunk. Seeing more kunai coming for his new position, he cut the flow of chakra to his feet, making him hit the ground a second later.

He looked around for his opponent, only to see empty space all around him. Pushing his senses to their limit with chakra, he scanned his surrounding for the other fighter. A second later, he felt chakra right behind him. It hadn't grown or was unsuppressed, it was like it came from nowhere. Spinning, he brought his right hand up, which was holding a kunai, to block any incoming attack. Too bad he was a millisecond too late, as the tip of the masked man's kunai grazed his right eye, the one that wasn't his sharingan.

Pain erupted from his now bleeding eye, making him roar in pain and drop a knee. It was at this time that his squad returned with another ANBU squad as backup. Seeing this, the man wearing the mask took it as his queue to leave, which he did in a swirl of chakra, making it look like he was just absorbed into the air.

Coming back to reality, he knew he was in the hospital, his sense of smell able to deduct that with ease. He tested his fingers, twitching them one by one, slowly getting a gauge for his motor skills and quickly getting a new base line for his limits. He could hear footsteps from the hall, and they were getting louder, indicating that the two people in the hall were likely coming to see him. This was proven to be correct when he heard the door open.

The three stayed in silence for a minute, one getting his nerve back, while the other two were not wanting to take in what they were seeing. Kakashi took a deep breath and broke the silence that occupied the room.

"How bad is it?" He meant for it to be with no emotion, but it came out in just a whisper, showing just how scared the elite was. There was something every ninja needed, and that was good instincts and good senses. If a ninja went blind, that meant that their career was completely over. Kakashi was a special case, with his sharingan and all. Naruto chose to speak first.

"You are now blind in your right eye. The nurse did what they could, but not even Tsunade would have been able to save it. As of right now, all you have is your sharingan in your left eye, and a useless right eye. However, there maybe be something that can be done."

Now very interested, Kakashi waited for the young man to continue, which he did after a short pause.

"The other option, which is the only one you have, is to make a deal. A deal that can give you your eyes back. The person in question who you would make the deal with is in this room. Do you want to make a deal with Kurama?"