I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FANFICTION EXCEPT FOR MY OC. I DON'T OWN MUCH OF ANYTHING WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT...
{/} 3rd PERSON POV {\}
Among all five great villages among the elemental nations, Konohagakure βthe village hidden in the leaves- was the best worst of them. The leaf produced the greatest fighters, but the worst politics, best placement βthe land of fire- but the worst people.
It's said that peace makes a population weak, but how can the fire stay out if there is always a new fuel source?
Eight years after the most powerful being to walk the earth attacked the most powerful country to survive 3 wars back-to-back.
Even now, two of their members were locked in a battle at the top of one the eastern walls. Fighting tooth and nail with such speed and skill one would need to be at least chuunin level, the second rank any ninja is to obtain, in order to keep up.
The Hidden Leaf Village, Eastern Wall*
*CLING!*
*KLANK!*
*SHWINGG!*
The sounds of sharpened metal against hardened stone echoed into the air. Two beings were dancing a deadly tango in the moonlight. Resulting in one of the only visible things in the moonlight being the bright sparks that would briefly light up the silhouettes of the two fighters.
Taking a closer look at the deathly duo, one was in the Konoha jounin flak jacket with his headband fastened at the top of his forehead with a pair of blue pants and gravity defying silvery gray hair. The other wasn't wearing anything close to any major village's getup.
He was in a green coat, but it wasn't Konoha's. Instead of plain green and made of fabrics, it was all kinds of shades of leafy green in no coherent form of pattern whatsoever. With matching pants and brown shoes that seemed to be made of some kind of earthy material.
The circumstances were obvious, this was a Leaf shinobi defending his homeland from an intruder. At least that was what it looked like. Going for yet another barrage of swings at his adversary, the pair of glowing red eyes line up for horizontal strikes straight for their abdomen.
"Too slow! Too slow! Has your training been lacking as of recent, Kakashi?" the non-Konoha Nin taunted with a smile etched into his voice. A voice that sounded bathed in euphoria.
The leaf Nin looked on the ropes, each successive blow sent him stepping back just a bit. Even when returning with attacks of his own he didn't regain much ground. The victor βfor now- was clear and Kakashi knew it.
"Is it really you?" the silver fox spoke ignoring the jeers thrown his way, his singular sharingan locked in on the other fighter's dual dojutsu. Shock barely hidden behind his clothed mask.
"Of course!" the foreigner chirped with a pause, tossing both his weapon and shoulders with a shrug so carefree anyone could see the arrogance plastered across his face without looking. All of which only added to the surprise his leaf opponent was feeling.
"H-How?!" was the only word the aghast male got out before he was rushed by the nature engulfed trespasser yet again.
"It's really been too long, Kakashi-san!" he cackled swiping one after another at Kakashi. Forcing him to not even blink with the speed of his strikes.
Relentless was each swing, unwavering was each strike, calculating every movement Kakashi made. Leaving him to only block, parry and dodge for his life. 'There's no doubt about it. This fighting style is Chisuke Uchiha's' the masked ninja mused.
"How are you?" how can this man be asking such questions in this kind of situation? "It's been years since we've seen each other and all you have to say is how?!" another crazed cackle escapes from the attacker's throat.
Despite questioning him, Chisuke showed no sign of letting Kakashi answer. Until he did.
*Sschiiingg!*
One of the many slashes thrown at Kakashi finally landed on their target before the attacks ceased and his breath began to return enough to speak. But the brute force of the diagonal incision from Chisuke's blade across Kakashi's abdomen had forced his tiring frame on one knee.
Knocking out what little air he got in before he even inhaled it.
"Chisuke..." he huffed, looking up at the man in question. Whose face was at the brink of being torn in half with the smile across his lips.
"Kai" the dark-haired victor called.
Instantly, everything became pitch black-no, blacker than black. Lacking any light whatsoever. To the point where Kakashi wouldn't even be to see his own hands. A tell-tale sign of an ocular genjutsu.
An ocular genjutsu whenever it gets dispelled.
Something the leaf jounin was all too familiar with being on both the receiving and giving ends of thanks to his early career in the Leaf. Making his recovery near instant, like breathing in and out, he regained his consciousness. Something most jounin would've taken minutes if not hours to do normally.
'Sometimes I really hate fighting sharingan users...'
First to return was his sense of touch, telling him where he was. The floor against his back. Next was smell, adding nothing of value. Same with taste. Second to last was hearing, he was high up, the winds were too loud to state otherwise.
Lastly was sight.
At first it was painful to see again due to the influx of the full moon above, but ninjas are trained to tolerate pain. Opening his eyes, the silver haired Nin was met with a familiar face crouched beneath him.
Onyx eyes would peer into the deepest depths of his soul, charred black hair spoke unnaturally in nearly every direction-drooping slightly downward and barely with enough length to pass the base of the neck. And a smile.
A soft smile of contempt.
"So, it IS you?" Kakashi sighed with relief, fighting back returning the simper of his friend under his mask.
"Of course," the man repeated, "I already told you it was me, Kakashi-san. Then again, I don't blame you for not believing me."
A wave of long past memories washed over the defeated shinobi. Memories of happiness, joy and laughter, bonds made over years of working together, rivalries planted and blossomed between him, an older looking child with wild, black, spiky hair and another kid with blackspiky hair and a pair of orange goggles.
Jumping up from his floor-bed, Kakashi would shake away these memories 'Now isn't the time for such things!' he internalized with a hint of sadness when a frame of the kid with goggles slips through his head.
"Since you've returned from the dead, we should probably go bring you to lord third" the silver fox chuckles, trying his best to ignore the sudden jolt of pain riding up his spine.
"Yeah, we should" Chisuke nodded before Kakashi disappeared in a flash of black vertical lines and he soon followed. Heading to the center of the village.
_Hokage Mansion*
It's been only a few minutes since the rooftop sparring match. The Hokage, his Anbu and the entire council, was assembled before Chisuke and Kakashi. Elders of the ninja clans, their heads and their bodyguards stayed at their designated seating arrangements. Apparently, they were already in a meeting.
One that's been going on for some time now by the looks of things.
"How do we know this ππ€π©πͺπ©π’ isn't a traitor coming back to take revenge?!" an old man with faded brown hair, lilac eyes and white robes exclaimed with a slammed fist on the massive table in front of him on the shinobi half, gaining reaffirmances from the other geysers on the civilian side.
"Yeah! How do we, Lord Third?!" a different elder with lilac eyes in similar robes added without the fist slamming.
'This meeting βdespite its importance and the subject standing before them- was no different than any other...' a certain man with a red and white hat and the kanji for "fire" at its front, alongside matching robes of his own sighed mentally. Wishing for his sacred pipe that he'd left at his office to be with him.
Chisuke βhalf the reason for the emergency council meeting- was standing right in front of them. Leaning on the wall behind the Hokage and unfazed by the obvious and underhanded insults that were being tossed his way.
While he wanted to ask what those elders meant by "ππ€π©πͺπ©π’" and why they were spitting his last name with such venom, he knew better than to ask these imbeciles about their personal biases.
After all, the Uchiha clan was what most would call the 'problem child' of the Leaf. Causing and getting in constant trouble every few minutes, especially when they do nothing wrong. But this atmosphere couldn't help but make Chisuke tense up a bit more than any time before.
However, years of missions and academy training prior managed to keep his expression blank. For now.
"Because he had the chance to more than sneak into Konoha and deal devastating damage, but he instead decided to have a sparring match with a long friend. He patiently waited for all of you to show your faces before us without complaint and even up to now he's done nothing to show any signs of hostility, as much as you seem to want him to." the hat wearer spake with the only semblance of calm amongst the rest of the council, spitting hidden malice with his last nine words
Silence ensues. Everyone had something to say, not the gall to go against their leader though. At least not outright since he could easily exile them or worse on a whim for treason by a simple word said. Which seemingly nullifies the whole reason for having a meeting in the first place but ok.
Most of the council, specifically the elders, would be fuming inside out. Meanwhile Chisuke was looking around for some kind of clue as to what on earth was going on. Why wasn't Fugako there, and why isn't he sensing his younger brother's chakra? Questions he'd have to ask later as well.
'How could he, ππ©π¦ ππ°π¬π’π¨π¦ side with this damned ππ€π©πͺπ©π’?! After so many years of dealing with those pests I finally got what I needed off of them and exterminated them! And one more just had to come out of the woodworks to fuck my plans in the ass!' were just some of the words a particular man covered in bandages had to grimace internally as to avoid giving away his motives. Especially with his current position right next to arguably the strongest man currently alive himself. 'And out of all of those cockroaches to climb out of the gutters, but ππ©π¦ πππ°π°π₯πΊ ππ’π±π¦π³ ππ’π―?!'
"But still!" One of the Clan Heads spoke to break the deafening silence, "How can you be so trusting Hokage-sama? Surely you can see the risk of allowing him back in the village?" stating exactly the sugar-coated bull the others hadn't thought up yet, hoping on god that he would eat that shit up.
"I do see the risk," and somehow the Sandaime does, "But even so, we can't simply give him the cold shoulder," well at least they were thinking he did.
The council would stiffen in thought at this, shortly before murmuring amongst themselves. Having no real leg to stand on in terms of arguments, the civilian side of the council didn't even bother trying add anything. Only listening to the Clan Heads bicker internally on which point was a the most stupid.
All of which both the third hokage and his Anbu was hearing loud and clear, no matter how stealthy they thought they were being. He can easily just tell them he can hear them, but where's the fun in that? If he did, then they'd more than likely keep doing it somewhere his ears wouldn't be able to reach.
Eventually the third starts getting bored and tired, "My decision has been made," he commands snapping everyone's attention back to him, "Chisuke Uchiha is to be allowed in the village. Under close supervision of my Anbu as of now."
With the wave of his hand, the third hokage ends the meeting. Signing to his black ops to Shunshin (body flicker) the council members away -including a specific war hawk.
Something he hasn't done in years but given the current situation he didn't have much choice. Especially considering a special fruity someone and their distaste for Chisuke's lineage.
Immediately, the man sinks into his chair with a sigh, "I really hate these meetings" he would mutter closing his eyes for just a second.
"I know I've been registered as dead for years but, why does it feel like the village council has gotten worse?" finally speaking since he had arrived, Chisuke wastes no time asking the most prevalent thought plaguing his mind. Surprising even Kakashi in his Anbu mask a bit.
"Straight to the point as always, Chisuke-kun?" the Third Lord didn't try hiding his amusement. Why would he? It's only Chisuke and the Anbu left in the council room. All close enough to have already seen the third's true face many times over.
"Some ninjas never change, Sarutobi-sama," Kakshi would chime in, reappearing on the Hokage's side with his Anbu mask off and a light smile under his other mask.
"It seems so, Kakashi-san," the Sarutobi added before answering, "And about those elders, they... it's sensitive right now. I'll explain tomorrow, rest up for now."
'ππ©π’π΅ π’π― πͺπ―π΅π¦π³π¦π΄π΅πͺπ―π¨ πΈπ’πΊ π°π§ π±π©π³π’π΄πͺπ―π¨ π΅π©π’π΅...' Chisuke couldn't help but mentally note.
"I'm gonna get my mind scanned tomorrow, aren't I?" asked the now curiosity-piqued Uchiha.
"Among other things, you already know the proceedings for these kinds of circumstances." sighed the Sandaime whiffing from his already lit pipe he pulled out of nowhere.
"I'd be surprised if you said no, Sarutobi-sama. If you need me I'll be checking up on the village a bit."
Before allowing anyone to register what was just stated he disappears out of the room like a vanishing image. Without smoke, leaves or even speed lines. All of which are trademark signs of the Shunshin technique.
Ironic considering the state of his clothes.
As if he was a ghost, he up and dissipated before the few that remained in the room. Leaving a perplexed Kakashi and slightly confused old man. One of whom was too preoccupied with burning his hidden leaves to bother focusing on that at the moment.
"He's gotta teach me that," Kakashi would sigh before heading off himself. Walking out of the door like a normal person.
Exiting the Hokage Mansion in a flash without the whole flash part, we find Chisuke dashing from one of the few open windows and onto a nearby building's rooftop.
Only staying on it long enough to land and spring off of it like a mattress onto the next. Making a little rhythm going from building to building without issue.
Gaining more hangtime than a paraglider in the process. Only repeating this a few times before he decided to freerun the rest of the way.
Parkouring his way over to his destination at breakneck speeds. Vaulting, flipping and swinging across the many buildings between him and where he was heading: the Uchiha compound.
His longtime home of memories-both fond and sour- and his family. (ππ, ππ ππππ ππ ππππ πππ πππππππ ππππ πππππ πππ ππ ππππ ππππππ‘πππ)
{/} CHISUKE POV {\}
I was finally getting back home, after eight long years. 2 of which I wasn't even awake for. Taking my time I ran from house to house, reminiscing in all 10 years of my childhood I had spent at my home.
And the few years after that soon followed.
The missions from C to A, the team I was placed on, the people I have met, and the night I "died". None of which I regret or hate.
'The time for that had passed long ago' was what I was told 4 years ago.
'Now is the time of reconciliation' I told myself closing the distance to my home 'Shisui-otou will be so surprised when I show u-'
Right then and there, I was a few buildings away from the compound. But instead of the usual mixed sombre-happy mood I was anticipating, awaiting me was a sense of dread.
No. Not dread, something way worse.
Anguish. Agony. Angst. The cries of the damned whenever their time had expired. In other words, a human slaughter-house Lots of them.
Polluting the air with their shrill voices, engulfing the entire atmosphere with a thick, deafening and paralyzing audible fog. Spreading the pain of their deaths to all those who can hear.
Including me.
The sound was so sudden and the shock inflicted was so great that I couldn't even fight back the paralysis at first. Catching me midway through a jump to a building meant that I practically rag dolled on the way back down.
I did not land safely.
My mind was too busy, being overwhelmed by the pulse of malice that came out of absolutely nowhere, for any of my senses to make sense. My sense of balance, sight, hearing, everything paused to make room for the immense task that took over all else.
Leaving me to narrowly land on the closest roof at all, rolling against the hardened concrete and nearly falling right off, stopping at its edge. Not before painfully tumbling the whole way.
"Ow.." was all my body allowed out of my mouth. Followed by a pained grimace and my limbs refusing to follow my instructions to get me off the floor.
Crippled, I was stuck like this, unable to even think straight. Stuck listening to the shrieks, cries and screams. Voices all coming from a too familiar place.
Giving me visions on both where and who was cut down. Foggy, glossy visions of people. People I've seen before.
People I've lived with. People I've laughed with. People I've known my whole life. 'Th-This a living hell!' I yelled internally, 'A living hell I need to escape from. NOW!'
With that said, I finally started to fight back against the feeling.
Shutting my eyes and gritting my teeth in frustration, all I managed was writhing around on the ceiling. Barely feeling my face with the little motor function I was granted.
"AAAARRGHHH!!!" not before letting a shriek of my own pain and suffering, trying my hardest to resist my body's need to pass out.
But it was all for not. I'm not sure when it happened, but eventually I passed out right then and there.