I do not own Naruto – if I did, Kakashi would really be great – like a Sannin etc etc etc… and we'd see what's under his mask.
Revelation of the Wolf: The Glory of the Hatake Clan
Fight City
A day later, Kakashi pronounced himself fit again for travel. Once again, everyone packed into two cars, deciding to send him off in a fitting way, at the outskirts of the city.
Just as he hopped out of the car, he sensed a flare of chakra.
A heady scent of smoke and blood.
Suddenly, he was certain that the four remaining ninjas had decided to attack.
Here in the city.
Fools.
Kakashi's eyes hardened.
Turning to Megami, who was standing by her open car door, he yelled, "Get in the car and get the hell out of here!"
FOOM!
Flames engulfed the car in front of them, frying the occupants, leaving behind a stench of burning rubber, metal and flesh. With a scream, Megami scrambled into her car, while Kakashi hopped on top, sending a wave of earth in the direction of the shinobi, who stood at the end of the street.
Slabs of pavement flew everywhere, battering the ninja away, while Gina, in the other car, sensibly disappeared around the corner.
Kakashi let Megami go, staying behind as cover, standing attached to the side of an apartment building. The last Li, Raiden and Megami saw was their grey-haired friend raising a white mask t ohis face.
To Megami, it was most significant.
His warm eyes had stilled to an icy flame, his jaw set, his body tensed. No longer was he the gentle lover but now that part of him glimpsed in those few seconds when he had killed Fuyumo.
The bland white mask, frightening in its obscurity, was a wall she could not scale – a door to a world she could not enter. As she gunned the motor and with the squeal of tires, pulled out of the parking spot, in the rear view mirror, she saw him poised – in an instant – a split second – before he lept, to avoid a long blast of water.
Half of the building broke away under the extreme pressure – and there was no sign of him.
The water was rising. Already the streets were being filled with a flood of stench.
Someone must've broken out out the sewage.
Weaving wildly through the traffic, Megami buried herself deeper into the city streets, until she was stuck in the traffic. It was a slim hope that the ninjas would keep away from the publicity of the city during their fight.
Where else could she go?
A huge wind blew down the corridor of skyscrapers, demolishing any piece of civilization that stood in its way. Demolishing her hopes. Lighter cars went flying. Billboards, signs, poles, trees. People were screaming and running about, mothers pushing their children out of the fracas and riots, trying to get themselves into the business offices, the department stores, eateries – any shelter for protection.
Megami's door was pinned shut, her windshield cracked. Raiden was stunned into absolute silence – a small mercy. Li was swearing.
Suddenly, she saw him.
A black-haired tall man with another mask, walking down the rows of crashed cars, stalled and some, still running.
Megami and her two boys could literally taste the blood on their tongues, the hate which played across their goosebumps.
Then, there was a sound.
Familiar.
Birds. Thousands of birds.
Megami could have told the man what it meant.
THUD!
A heavy foot imprinted down into her car's roof and with awe – she couldn't really see him, Megami watched as the unseeable streak of dark and lightning cut through the oncoming water dragon.
Down the throat, body and into the heart of the ninja.
Another ninja, with a huge sword sliced through Kakashi. Megami screamed. Raiden wailed, Li's jaw dropped as the body fell apart into a pile of water.
"WHAT THE HELL?"
Kakashi appeared behind the enemy and slit his throat before disappearing.
Somewhere, a siren was wailing, medics and police came onto the scene on all sides.
A four lane street, demolished. Cars stacked everywhere. People hiding in the buildings, alleys and underneath the wreakage. And in the middle of it all, two men facing each other in silence. Weighing each other and watching.
"FREEZE!"
A police screamed, raising his gun, clicking the safety catch to 'on'.
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR!"
They might as well have been talking to a wall.
The ground rumbled and as a huge wave ripped out of the concrete, throwing cars and people every which way, the police all clambered for cover.
"BACK UP! WE NEED BACKUP!"
"This is code red! Repeat! Two men! I believe they may be armed! Certainly dangerous!"
All the police gasped as the grey-haired assailant darted to the side, faster than the eye could see, up a bank's wall. Then, turning and flipping away from the building, blowing a blast of fire at the water, burning up everything between him and the other assailant.
"FIRE!"
Gunfire began to ring through the street as the police at all vantages tried to take down the two fighters. They might as well have been hitting the air.
"Do we have an id on them?" asked an officer.
"No sir, they're moving too fast!"
"I've seen this before," another man said slowly. "I've heard of this…"
"We've got to call the chief."
The teams followed the two fighting men down the street.
A kick to the gut. A following punch to the jaw, blocked by crossed arms, moving lower to the groin. His legs were cut from beneath him – let himself fall to avoid a high kick to the head and found footing on a bent lamp post and was able to spring off and do a one-two combo on the man's chest, booting him securely in the chin and sending him flying backwards. A back slap to his face. A swipe at his hurt arm, blocked by his glove protector. Then two kunai clashing and held hard against each other, testing strength against strength as the two shinobi balanced precariously on a the wires of a telephone cable. Up close, Kakashi could see the miniscule cracks forming in his opponents mask.
"I've found them, sir," a voice whispered.
"Right. We'll be right there!"
"Uh… sir."
"Yes?"
"Chief's on the line."
Everybody crept around the two men. Several had upgraded their weaponry to some high powered automatic guns.
"Mind telling me what's all this fuss about?" asked Kakashi, trying to keep his opponent's mind off of the police.
"Sharingan no Kakashi, eh?"
"Yeah…. What're you after? I've already completed my mission. Mind telling me what's up?"
"That's for me to know and you to never find out."
Gunfire erupted, tearing through the wire of the pole.
Kakashi, expecting it, leaped away to the next building and watched cynically as his opponent was torn to pieces by various bullets and then electrified by the swinging live wire.
At his feet, glass, metal and concrete tore away from the ammunition that was suddenly aimed at him. Turning and running, Kakashi fled around the corner of the building, down into the alley way – behind him, raced the police.
If he wasn't so worried about Megami, he would have laughed at his situation.
There's only one ninja left. Megami was okay last time I checked – so I guess everything's okay… but still….
More gunfire made him increase his speed. A car was trundling down toward him.
FUCK!
It swerved – he jumped, cycling through the air – and landing on the other side, he felt the presence of the cop cars stopping. A bunch followed on foot.
A chain link fence loomed up. Already several objects around him were being dented by the longer range weaponry. Garbage cans with little round dents, carboard boxes were torn to pieces as he passed by, cats tried to get away – and as he leapt upwards, pushing his chakra to his feet – he felt several bullets whizzing towards him.
Bending sideways, then down, then whirling with balletic ease, Kakashi managed to evade all but one – which tore through his thigh's flesh. Gritting his teeth, the silver-haired shinobi jumped upwards and over the fence and disappeared off into the shadows of the east end.
"Let him go," a voice said.
The police froze at the sound of their chief'.
They turned, questioningly to the white-haired man.
"But, sir –" A young man said, his voice quavering.
"Leave it alone," repeated the chief. "It's none of our business."
"But, sir –" The young man protested. "People were hurt – those men need to be brought to justice!"
"You've seen many things, Tako. Many of you have seen many things. But many of you are new to the scene. It's kind of interesting that it was this division which had to deal with this kind of problem. Surely you received training in the Academy concerning ninja activities?"
"Ninja -?"
There was a murmur.
"Ninjas." The chief said softly.
He lifted up the cracked mask taken from the bullet torn body.
"It is a world we let alone – and for the most part – they let us alone. There are times, however, when things go wrong. Such as today. It is our job to carry on and help pick up the pieces."
"I thought that was all a joke," a guy said, eyes skeptical.
The chief turned and walked out of the alleyway – to look down the smoking, steaming street, filled with bustle as injured people and smashed cars were removed.
"You think this is a dream?" asked the chief.
He frowned down at the mask, his rough fingers tracing the swirls on the ANBU mask.
The young men shivered.
"So what do we do?" asked a skinny recruit, his brown eyes wide. "We couldn't stop them! They just – seemed – bulletproof – you know?"
"Awww! That's silly! They're human! Not ghosts!" Another spoke up, dismissively. "We took one of the buggers down!"
"Did we?" asked the young man wisely.
The chief smiled in appreciation.
Smart kid.
"You're right. Silver-hair used us to take out the man – he distracted his enemy with his talk and used our attack to wipe out his opponent. The mind of a shinobi is one which has been steeped in warfare all their lives. Many of them begin to fight as early as eight years old."
He looked up, his eyes unreadable.
"And so, all we can do with this type of situation is to try to evacuate all those we can and sit back to watch."
He paused.
"Normally, I wouldn't have to give this talk to you guys for a while yet – but I guess, what with the national unrest, there are tensions between the ninjas which we can only guess at. This action today should remind all of us that there are things we can only speculate upon – after all, we have our own shinobi who keep us safe, believe it or not."
"Was the silver-haired guy our – uh – shinobi?" asked one of the men.
"Well… I'll be sending this mask out for analysis. But the answer will most likely never be given to us. The hidden ninja village of Lightning will deal with it."
At that moment, as if far away, there was a rumble. And then, a deep silence.
The chief swept away to his car.
"Send out some men to check that out! I want this mask sent off to the right sources – and let's get a death toll count! Move it!"
Several hours later, they found the last ninja body.
It lay on its back – its throat gone and its body bristling with small ring daggers. Blood ran from its lips, eyes stark with fear as if seeing a monster.
"Holy shit!" murmured one of the guys, turning away to throw up his lunch.
"Fourth one is not the silver-haired guy…. Man, he must be a killing machine!"
"It's weird knowing that out there, there are ninjas fighting and doing weird stuff. It's, like, so unreal!" A cadet said, as he scrawled away in his notepad.
His trainer sighed.
"Yeah. Well. They say you learn a new thing everyday."
"I just hope the good guys won."
"Chief, I'm sorry for the commotion. We'll try to clear it up and punish where punishment is due, if necessary." A man from the Village of Cloud nodded.
"I wish it were a nightmare – at least I would wake up," his husky voice said, staring out over the city. "People died today – and they will never – not even their families will ever know why."
"It is unfortunate, yes. But…."
"It's always 'but'. I understand. Thank you for your time."