Title: Wishes Are Free

Author: Cheza-chan

Rating: PG-13 (for now)

Pairing: KakaIru, SasuNaru

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto—oh, I wish I did—but I own Kan'you, all the characters of the Hidden Wave Village. I own the Hidden Wave Village because I created it! I own the Hidden Wave Village's special jutsus, etc.

A/N: As I said the last time, this is too big... it still looks like it's still going to be too big... should I separate it again? O.o; Oh, dear... I just might have to do so. (chews lip in thought) Okay, no, I don't. Y'all should be able to handle it. I also didn't feel like leaving a bottom Author Note for the last chapter... (shrugs)

Zakenna - "Do not fool with me" or "Fuck you"/"Fuck that" my Japanese friend told me this, so it's true XD


Chapter Thirteen - He Who Loses Inhibitions (part two)

Back in Shuuha...

Wiping a hand across his face, Sasuke only succeeded in creating a smudged line of red paint on his cheek. Chigiri and Yoku were no better off. As with first-time Genins, they had been given low-ranked missions, but this was the worst: painting the outside of the Ninja Academy building. He was sure it was Iruka's revenge. To make matters worst, they had been given a substitute team leader because Kakashi—or Kentan—had never shown up.

The brunet looked away from his wall as Yoku stepped back. Brush held in the corner of his mouth by the handle, Yoku formed hand seals for his audience. Violet eyes widened. "Kage bunshin no jutsu!" About ten shadow clones of the boy appeared, each with their own brush. Chigiri paused in her brushing to watch each clone suddenly disappear in an explosion of smoke.

"No jutsus. No molded chakra. Just good, old-fashioned painting." Their substitute Jounin stared down at them from the roof, a can of beer in his hand. His wine-colored eyes narrowed. "Paint, paint, paint, you bozu!"

"Ruka!" a female voice yelled.

"Hai, May?" the man murmured, emptying his can. He flung it down at the Genins, but May snatched it out of the air.

"Go home," the village founder sighed, crushing the molded piece of aluminum.

"Thank God..." Ruka disappeared.

Chigiri resumed lathering the side of the school with the rustic-colored paint, no finesse in her work at all; it merely served to reflect her anger. The Uchiha sighed, wishing this so-called "mission" didn't exist and Naruto was beside him; hearing his voice, even if the blonde was whining, would be good enough for him. Sasuke sighed and dropped his bucket. "This is pointless," he muttered.

"Hai," May stated from beside him.

He glared sideways at her. 'You were the one who appointed us this mission.' "I'll get someone else to do it. Mission complete. I only gave you a simple mission such as this one because Neku is absent and Ruka isn't aware of the skills and abilities that you have. So, until Neku gets back... better—whatever, you are free to do as you wish. Sasuke, I need to speak with you."

"Hai."

Iruka had informed the woman that Neku Kentan had fallen ill due to the fluctuating temperature. Sasuke watched Yoku and Chigiri take to the building's roof and disappear.

"You'd never suspect they were a couple," the special Jounin sighed, raising her arms in a languid stretch. Her halter top rose even more and she vaguely considered the fact that she was in the midst of a child.

"Yoku and Chigiri?" said child murmured.

May nodded. "I overheard Miyako, from Team 1, do you know her? Anyway, she was saying they got together just before you, your brother, and Sakura came to town." She looked at the can in her hand and ran ahead to dump it into a trash bin, twirling. Stopping, the woman faced the boy with a bright smile. "Walk with me," she said.

'Did she really create this village?' Sasuke asked himself, eyebrow arched disbelievingly.

May read his skepticism as he strolled over and smirked, braid shifting as she tilted her head. "Sasuke."

"Aa?" the boy murmured, stubbing at a tuft of grass with the front of his shoe. He was obviously distracted.

"You're not the same person I met the first day of your arrival. Lose your love for your brother and you'll become the ninja you should be." Ebony eyes widened as the Uchiha's head snapped up to the woman's calm features. May placed a hand on a dainty hip, sighing. "Your skills have waned. I can see it, and Neku reports it."

'Kakashi-sensei... kisama!' A mental image of the blonde Shuuha Jounin appeared. He turned into the masked Konoha Copy-nin with a puff of smoke, Kakashi's eye curved and fingers raised in a peace sign.

"See!"

Sasuke gasped and stepped back, arm raised. It would have done him no good and his blood would be splattered over the light-colored earth at this point. May scowled and re-holstered her kunai. "You're thinking too much," she snapped. "Stay away from Naruto! This is why I put you in different teams."

"Zakenna!" the brunet snapped. He jumped back some more and sprang up onto the roof of the Academy building in a crouched position.

"Your father should have taught you better manners."

Sasuke stared up at the higher-level ninja before him with a scowl. May strolled towards the boy but he dashed by her, straightening to jump across to the nearest roof. He grunted, eyes flying wide, as a fist put an end to all movement before his feet even touched tiles. The Jounin hoisted the boy onto her shoulder with a slightly uneasy feeling about stopping him while he was still airborne, but disappeared from her current location.


Tenko finally came to the conclusion that she should have never told the kids to do what they wanted. Late afternoon was coming in—it was not quite dusk yet—but there was no sign of her students and she wanted to get back to Shuuha before nightfall. Sighing, the redhead twined strands of hair nervously around her finger. She stopped and took a deep breath, calming herself. 'If I were Naruto, where would I go?' Tenko giggled at how simple the answer to that question was, and called out to the person nearest her.

"Sumimasen." She noticed how the young man's wary eyes scrutinized her, but maintained a smile. "Could you tell me where I would be able to find a ramen shop?"

He smiled, relaxing. "Ichiraku. Just continue down this road. You can't miss it."

"Arigatou!" The Jounin bowed politely then started toward her destination. Within a couple of yards of a certain kyuubi's favorite food joint, she heard the rowdy laughter and knew she had completed her own mission. As usual, Naruto had managed to make himself the center of attention; what she didn't know was that his crowd consisted of old friends.

Shikamaru noticed the Shuuha Jounin at the same time Neji did. Moments later, other did also, and Naruto's soapbox was pulled out from under him. "Tenko-sensei! Are we leaving?" he whined.

"Hai," the woman replied, staring around at the Genins. She also noticed the one Chuunin nearby. Shikyo stood, an arm wrapped around a hooded figure. "Is that...?" Tenko started.

The girl nodded.

"She can keep the jacket if she wants," Kiba stated, grinning. "I've got more." Akamaru was resting on his shoulder.

"It was an accident," Naruto scoffed, folding his arms behind his head. He kicked at the dirt, waiting for instructions.

"Say goodbye," the Jounin sighed.

"I don't want to." Tenko snatched the boy's ear between her thumb and forefinger and twisted. "Aaaahh! Bye!" Naruto rubbed his ear after she let go and joined Shikyo and Haka.

Tenko bowed at the group situated about Ichiraku, holding back her hair. "Thank you for allowing us into your village."

"No problem," Kiba laughed.

"Who made you spokesperson?" Shikamaru muttered. "Mendokusee..."

The woman smiled and pushed the reluctant boy into moving.

"Oi!"

"Stay quiet until we get back." She walked her students through the village and out of Konoha.

The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time Naruto leapt the final distances from his bridge onto Shuuha soil. "Let's go to Kan'you!" he laughed.

Thinking quickly, Tenko locked her arms under Haka's, holding the snarling girl back. The hood fell away, exposing her swollen and boil-covered face. Her covered arms would be the same. "Let me go! Let go! I'm gonna tear you limb from limb... Naruto!" she screamed, reaching for him.

The blonde scratched the back of his head, sweatdropping.

"I suggest you go home now," the Jounin sighed.

"Hai, hai!" Waving, Naruto ran off. Shikyo waved back, watching him leave, and smiled brightly. She quickly remembered they were trying to subdue Haka and grab the arm she had freed.


The special Jounin village founder appeared on Iruka's stoop, knocking on the door. The dolphin pulled the cold cloth from his forehead, stumbling to his feet. Only six of the three-man teams were offered missions today, so he had taken the remainder of the day off. "Hai!"

'He must've been near,' the woman theorized.

"Hai? Oh," Iruka smiled sheepishly, raising a hand to brush back his loosed hair after opening the door. His other arm encircled his waist in a nervous fashion. "Shuku-san."

"May," she corrected, shifting so she could drop Sasuke from her shoulder.

"Oh!" He took the boy, backing up with him into the house. He looked up at his supervisor. "Would you... care to come in?"

May smiled and stepped in, excusing herself, and closed the door behind her. "We had a little argument," she explained. "You could say... I put him in his place."

"Sumimasen," the dolphin apologized, settling the unconscious Uchiha on the green sofa. He brushed the ebony locks aside and sighed. "May I ask over what?"

"Naruto." Brown eyes widened and he spun to find the woman standing just outside the doorway, still in the hall, a calm expression settled on her face. "Shuku-san—"

"Now I see where your son gets his impudence," she sighed, stepping into the den. "But that couldn't be, because Sasuke was adopted... right? I just have one question: who are you, really?"

"Umino Iruka," the Chuunin answered. His eyes widened as the door opened, but he was kept from it by the kunai pointed at him. May looked over her shoulder then dropped her arm as Kentan entered the house.

The bandages weren't visible and no one knew they were there, but his features looked as though it had been a struggle just walking across the street: he features were ashen and his smile weak. What they didn't know was that it had been a struggled. The disguised shinobi hadn't planned on going anywhere for at least two days. What he didn't want to admit was that he really might be able to go back to work tomorrow. 'I knew I should've been suspicious when Sakura-chan asked to make breakfast. She drugged me!'

"What are you doing here?" the special Jounin sighed.

"Getting herbs for some tea. One cup tonight and I'll be ready to come back in tomorrow. Ara." He spotted his student on the couch. "What happened?"

"Nothing," May scoffed. "Also, take your time in coming back. Wouldn't want you passing out during an important mission." The normally cheery woman wore a frustrated scowl and gave no parting words as she left, but slammed the door.

Kentan transformed back and rushed to the chair with Iruka. The younger man knelt, then stood, grabbing Kakashi's arm.

"Itai...!"

"'Itai'? What happened to you? Better yet, where were you?" He rolled up the long black sleeve, eyes narrowing at the bandages that greeted him from the elbow upward.

The Copy Ninja avoided the burning gaze and sighed, lifting his arm as Iruka raised the shirt itself. "It was for the good of the... the good of what we're doing."

"Getting yourself hurt?! What if you'd gotten killed?" The brunet shook his head and returned his attention to waking the boy on the couch. "Sasuke. Sasuke, get up!"

'What's wrong with him?' Kakashi watched the upset Chuunin shake the boy.

Sharingan orbs opened wide and Sasuke gasped as Iruka's knee landed on his chest; his hands—one holding three shuriken—were already locked above his head. "What did you do?" Iruka hissed. The Jounin blinked several times as both he and his student wondered how the young man had countered a Sharingan-based attack. "What did you do?" the Chuunin repeated in a yell.

"She told me Naruto was a distraction," Sasuke yelled back, struggling to free his arms. "She.. wanted me to stay away from him..."

"Maybe you should."

"Iruka-sensei." Kakashi wrapped his good arm around the dolphin's waist, pulling him away from the boy.

"We can't afford to blow this mission!" Iruka cried. His struggles increased at the gloved hand clamping down over his mouth.

"You're obviously working too hard."

He elbowed the Jounin, stumbling free, and shot him a hate-filled glare. "There's nothing for me to overwork myself with... I'm fine." Iruka braced himself with a hand against the wall and stood as straight as possible, slowly walking out. He made it halfway up the stairs before collapsing, a hand to his chest.

Kakashi, who had followed, picked him up and took him to his room. He placed the burning body on the bed then moved to the window, grasping the curtain to close them. With a smirk—he had spotted Naruto running toward the house—the silver-haired man turned back to his own problem: Umino Iruka, struck down with a stress-induced fever. Another puzzling action was the kibosh the Chuunin had put on Sasuke's attack.

The Jounin took up a spot beside the bed, placing one knee atop it, and started removing the teacher's sweatshirt. Iruka's eyes slid open and he shied away, pulling a pillow over his head. "Leave me..." he groaned.

"You'll fry if you don't take it off," Kakashi sighed.

"No..."

"What is it that you don't want me to see?"

"Me," the dolphin whimpered. "Please, go away."

"No."

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"Tadaima!" Naruto yelled breathlessly after bursting through the door. He slammed it behind him, unaware of all the ruckus he was causing and the problems it created for those upstairs, and ran down the short hall. The energetic blonde spotted Sasuke still on the couch and dashed in, jumping on and straddling him. "Sasuke! I just had the most amazing mission."

"Did you?" the brunet drawled with a scowl, the scorn more than audible in his tone.

Naruto nodded, splaying his hands out across the other's abdomen, leaning forward. "I went to Konoha!" Dark eyes flew wide. "Iruka-sensei gave me a mission that sent me to Konoha! Ano... Sasuke. Why are you covered in paint?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes, sighing.

Naruto shook his head enthusiastically and continued without receiving an answer. "I saw them all—Tsu—" His bright blue eyes widened as the Uchiha grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a rough kiss. "Sasuke!" He pushed away, but Sasuke pulled him close once more.

"You're talking too much," the ebony-haired youth whispered into the kyuubi's ear. Naruto blinked several times, then exclaimed loudly, a foolish grin on his face. "Dobe," Sasuke sighed, wrapping the arm he'd used to subdue the blonde around the slender waist.

"Why are you covered in paint?" Naruto repeated.

"It seems our father hates me and assigned Team 12 a mere chore: painting the Academy building." Naruto snickered. "It's not funny." Sasuke shoved him onto the floor and stood. He looked back onto the couch at the sound of metal clinking and narrowed his eyes at the three shuriken he had once held. 'Iruka-sensei...'

"What's this...?"

He turned his gaze to the blonde peering under the unsightly green piece of furniture. Naruto reached under and pulled out a book. He sat up, crossing his legs, and stared at the first volume of the Icha Icha series. Looking back and up at the Uchiha, he raised his eyebrows as if asking what to do. "This is a one in a lifetime chance," Naruto whispered, grinning sneakily. "We can see what Kakashi-sensei finds so interesting about this thing." He snapped the book open to see what contents lay inside.

Sasuke knelt and snapped it shut. "Aren't you even the slightest bit curious as to why Iruka-sensei would have this under the couch?"

"No," Naruto snarled, prying Sasuke's hand free.

The brunet sighed and reluctantly looked over the blonde's shoulder as the pages were turned once more. They both blinked numerous times, watching as the words and pictures on the pages swirled and took on different shapes and symbols. Their eyes then widened as the words made sense once more: it was a time explosive.

"I told you not to mess with it," Sasuke growled, sitting on the den table as Naruto ran in circles, the book held at arms' length away from him. "Take it outside!"

The blonde whimpered and made a mad dash for the door. He stood in the middle of the street and heaved the device with all his strength. His bottom jaw hit the ground, eyes the size of saucers, as the book landed on the power line for the block. He jumped onto the roof of their house, but it was too late.

The silver-haired shinobi had just finished polishing his last shuriken when the lights went out; he had been ready to start on the kunai next.

"Gomen!" Naruto yelled, sliding slowly down the power pole with his face covered in soot.

Iruka smiled weakly, unsure why, and rolled over to stare in the direction of the scarecrow. "Can you go see what he did?" he implored, sheets up to his nose.

"No. Besides, I know what they did." He smirked under their mask. 'I was wondering how long it would take before someone actually found that.' It hadn't been a bomb to cause damage, but just to scare. Apparently certain things were more fragile than others.

Iruka's eyes narrowed and he tossed back the covers to stand. Kakashi shifted, reaching out a hand to peer through the curtains. "I can tell you one thing: the lights on this side of the block are all out."

"God..." Iruka fell back onto the bed, hands pressed to his temples. He just wanted to be alone; time to himself with possibly a large pot of coffee was all he asked for. He didn't want to be looking over his shoulder every two minutes in fear of an enemy or Kakashi.

Groaning, the brunet curled up into a fetal position, hands fisted over his ears. He wanted Kakashi to end the quest of dissecting him and just love him. Brown eyes widened. 'Do I... want him to love me...?' "No..." he whimpered. "I just want... to be left alone..." His hitched breathing slowed by the minute, and the room suddenly became darker.

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The Copy-nin stood from his seat on the windowsill and circled the bed to get to the door; he locked it.

"Kakashi?" Iruka sat up at the soft noise, making out the man's silhouette. The scarecrow turned slowly and strolled to the bed. "Kakashi-sensei..." The brunet gasped and fell back onto the bed, the other kneeling over him. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, refusing to comply in the removal of his clothes.

The feel of warm, soft lips to his own startled him into releasing the hem of his shirt, and the Jounin slipped it upward. Kakashi took his mouth from Iruka's long enough to pull the piece of clothing free.

"Kakashi…" the dolphin whimpered. He was then quickly rid of his remaining clothes and admired; Iruka merely felt the eyes upon him.

"I had a dream about you…"

He barely heard the other shinobi above the harsh panting that was his own. His arms came up to wrap around the clothed neck. Kakashi ran his gloved hand down the younger man's side and over his thigh, raising the leg swiftly to his shoulder.

The Chuunin whimpered once more, squeezing his eyes shut to prepare himself for what was to come. "Chotto…"

Kakashi smirked and raised the other leg to his shoulder.

"Chotto…!" Dark brown eyes widened and his back arched from the bed as he was penetrated.

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Iruka had sat up abruptly with a strangled cry. Kakashi opened his eye lazily, squinting at the gasping Chuunin. He hadn't even been paying attention to when the other fell asleep because he was still tired himself. The brunet stared at his hands then turned sharply to stare at the Jounin silhouette against the window. "Nightmare?" Kakashi drawled.

"Not so much… a nightmare…" 'It was only a dream, but if he hadn't been so… rough, it could've been… nice.' "Kakashi…"The thoughts swimming around in his muddled head were formed by the fever that had long since taken over his body weeks ago.

"Aa?" The Jounin set down the kunai he'd managed to polish in the darkness.

The dolphin shook his head and relaxed his body. "Could you… spare… a moment?"

Kakashi chuckled to himself before pushing to his feet. He made his way around to the brunet's side of the bed, hands tucked in his pockets.

"Lean closer."

In the darkness, Iruka didn't notice the arching of the silver eyebrow. He reached up as the face came within his reach and tugged on the satin-feel mask, running his thumb over the soft lips. "You had a dream about me," he whispered.

"Sakura told you."

"My dream…" Iruka pushed the forehead protector up and aside. "…You were in it. You told me."

"I see." Kakashi murmured, and bent his head, claiming the Chuunin's lips in a firm kiss. He shook the dangling headband from his silver thatch. The dolphin pulled him down onto the bed, smiling against the Jounin's lips. He slid his hand up the back of the scarecrow's neck and through the soft hair, parting his lips and fell prey to the expert tongue.

Kakashi pulled away and grasped the junction of his glove between the thumb and forefinger with his teeth, tugging it off. He tossed it to the side, then used his bare hand to caress Iruka's firm and flat stomach, smirking as the body under him jerked from the cool touch. He slid his hand upward under the Chuunin's shirt and took one of the small nubs of flesh between his fingers. Iruka whimpered, biting into his hand.

The Copy Ninja leaned down, trailing kisses along the bronze skin as he slowly removed the shirt. Iruka's arms immediately came back down to try and cover himself, but Kakashi pushed them away. "I can barely see you in this darkness because your son's an idiot," he whispered. "But I know you're beautiful."

"You're just saying that," the brunet murmured, fighting against the Jounin.

Kakashi didn't want to put too much strain on his arm, but ended up doing so in order to get Iruka's arms above his head. He dipped his head and ran his tongue over Iruka's hardened nipple—the same one he had been teasing before—then took it between his teeth. He used his knee to pushed the younger man's thighs apart, releasing the wrists in his grip to trail his hand slowly over the bulge in the Chuunin's pants.

Tears came to the dolphin's eyes as the distinct feeling of wanting to explode began making itself more predominant. He squeezed his eyes shut with another whimper, then cried out as Kakashi bit down firmly on the node he had continued to toy around; he arched into the Jounin's touch, using his freed hands to drag Kakashi's head from his chest and back toward his own, ravaging the older man's mouth in a desperate kiss.

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Naruto's ears twitched and he looked down from his perch on the pole. He narrowed his eyes at the roof of the Umino home, hoping he could suddenly develop x-ray vision. He was blinded before he could find out. Sasuke had shone the flashlight in his eyes. "Hurry up," the brunet hissed.

"I thought I heard something," Naruto retorted, swinging around from the rope he'd tied himself up by. "Can you check it out?"

"I can tell you exactly what it is," Sasuke snarled. "The village mob. Do you want me to tell you whose leading it?"

Naruto's blue eyes widened as he pictured the version of Haka that he'd left at the bridge marching down the street, Kaoru's sword held between her sick smirk, half the town behind her. He started crying and continued working on restoring the power.


Iruka woke in the middle of the dark morning to remaining darkness throughout the house and street below. 'Just what did Naruto do...?' He quickly searched the bed for his shirt then the floor; he was pulling it down over his torso as the lights flickered with life and returned. He looked over his shoulder to find Kakashi studying him with mismatched eyes and a mask-covered face. Iruka smiled and sat back down on the bed, sliding his legs under the covers, and pulled his knees to his chest.

"You deserved better than that," the scarecrow mumbled, turning onto his back.

The brunet shook his head, blushing. "Because it was Kakashi-sensei, it was fine. Besides, I started the whole thing. And I should've told you about my fever." "You should have, but... was it... just fine?" Kakashi chuckled.

"Don't push your luck," Iruka warned. "I'm still sick." He admitted it had been his first time; it had been painful; but Kakashi had tried to make it as pleasurable as possible—he felt that. He blushed darkly.

"Iruka-sensei!"

The Jounin grunted as he rolled out of the bed, landing quickly on his bare stomach on the floor. Iruka scrambled for the clothes strewn about and jumped back into the bed as the door flew open. Naruto stared at his flushed "father" with narrowed eyes. "Yes?" the Chuunin stammered, breaths short and slightly labored.

"I was checking on you because it had been so quiet up here and Sasuke told me Kakashi-sensei had brought you to bed." Narrowed blue eyes scanned the room. "Where is he?"

Said Jounin rolled his eyes from his spot on the floor. "I'm fine," Iruka laughed, noticing that Sasuke avoided looking in his direction at all costs.

The boy was obviously still upset about the turnabout in a strategy produced by his Sharingan, but kept his tongue: Iruka wasn't someone he wanted angered. Also, his reaction in May's presence had been uncalled for and he did deserve what he got.

"Do you think I should go to sleep?" Naruto mumbled.

Kakashi gritted his teeth. 'This is no time for a friendly conversation—I'm freezing!'

"What do you mean?" Iruka blinked.

"Well, I put in so much time repairing the power that the sun's gonna be up soon." The blonde crossed his arms behind his head, murmuring to himself. Sasuke grabbed Naruto's elbow and pulled him out of the young man's room, closing the door behind them, but not before shooting a sharp glare in the direction of the rumpled bed. Iruka released his pent-up breath and looked up as the scarecrow crawled back into the bed.

"Ah! Wait a minute, Sasuke..." Naruto's voice yelled. "Iruka-sensei!"

Kakashi groaned and slid back onto the floor. 'I might as well sleep here...' He closed his eyes with an inward sigh, and rested his head on his folded arms as the door opened once again.


A/N: Ahahahahahaha!! (cackles) Yeah, that's right... no lemon. (turns into a timid, shy thing) ...I'm scared of writing lemons... (curls up in Monica's lap)

But... seventeen pages, huh. If there's any typos or anything, sorry. I was gonna post the whole giant thing, but it was 7000 words, and... I separated it. Yes, and that's still all one day. XD Mmm, mmm! Since I'm running out of things to say, I'll give you a preview of another Naruto fic I'm trying to work on. (thinks she's getting too many story ideas at once) This one is an AU fanfiction. ("Oooh"s all around) And it's called December. X3

--Preview--

The whole building knew. Even if he hadn't been traveling with the personal items that his left arm were curled around and holding, a termination was something everyone became aware of immediately. Iruka kept his gaze downward, scrutinizing each step he took, knowing they would be the last ones in this particular building. He raised his head to cross the lobby and regretted it. Looks of sympathy were plenty, and all shot in his direction.

The law school graduate froze his expression into a permanent school and stepped into the front lobby. His eyes narrowed at the silver-haired figure crouched before the aquarium and he would've intervened to end the man's glass-tapping fantasy, but was intercepted along the way.

"Iruka, I'm so sorry about what happened," Mitarashi Anko said in a hushed voice, almost as if she were afraid.

"I'm not. That bastard Orochimaru was running a crooked firm anyway." Iruka's eyes narrowed as the woman's head fell. 'That's it. This case must have been too important; too important to him to have their client win.' "Excuse me," he forced out between gritted teeth.

The brunette gasped as the young man rudely pushed by her, then timorously raised her eyes to the security camera in the corner.

Anko..." a dark voice hissed. Golden, slit-like eyes glanced over the screen and over the figure disturbing his tropical beauties. The orbs widened unperceivable as the man on-screen raised his, and a pale hand reached out to freeze the frame. "So... Here is where you are." The voice chuckled softly, the cruel sound sending shivers up the spin of the man standing in the corner of the dark room.

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Oh my gosh! No one's sick XD I'm sure you can guess who everyone there is. If you can figure out the figure in the corner of the dark room... you get... something. Maybe a fic of your choice! X3