Summary: Recca, Kagero, and a SI are placed in the world of the Nine Tails
Crossover: Flame of Recca, Naruto, Hitman: Codename 47 and Contracts
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Pre-fic Comments:
Some bad language in this.
A joke borrowed from Raven Dragonclaw hidden in the fic somewhere. Shhh, I don't think she knows that I borrowed it.
ranma hibiki: Haven't seen VHD for a while... I was thinking of Tenten more when I came up with it. Given how they use scrolls for all sorts of things, it can't be an idea unique to her.
Alex DarkFire: Thanks... and you'll have to wait to see if your instincts are correct.
mrasdfghj: Bear in mind that it has been more than a decade for Matora. After living through another childhood, dealing with all that crap, and hanging around some of those people to mess up those memories of the manga, your memory of that stuff is going to be decidedly fuzzy. Thanks for the review!
"Well, catch you later," I said, starting to wander off. "I've got a pervert-sensei to harass."
"What," Naruto asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Kakashi has said nothing about the exam. Us, that is to say, me and you, are going to hassle him till he gives."
"Oh! Cool," Naruto said, following me as I left.
"I heard he hangs out in that bar reading magazines," I whispered into Naruto's ear.
"Where'd you hear that?"
"ANBU break room when I was talking to Ibiki-san. Kakashi-sensei is famous for his bad habits."
"Woooow... you were in the ANBU break room?"
"Shhh, we'll to talk to him now."
We found Kakashi-sensei sitting next to the other rookie genin sensei, reading a magazine that was even more ecchi than the books he normally read in front of us. The bar was dark, and dingy, and also somewhat grubby.
"I bet you don't have a girlfriend, eh, sensei," I said loudly.
Kakashi looked up, right eye half-lidded as per usual. "Ma, ma. What are you here for, Matora?"
"I just heard an interesting thing," I said. "There are genin here from the Hidden Sand for the Chuunin selection exam. Given how it takes more than a week to get there and back, you'd better have a damn good reason for not telling us about it."
"I was going to, but I couldn't find the applications, and-"
"LIAR," Naruto roared.
Kakashi sighed. "Meet me on the bridge tomorrow at eight hundred hours."
I looked at Kurenai-san. "Does that mean eleven o clock, in Kakashi-speak?"
"Sounds about right," the red eyed woman shrugged. "Domon, Hinata and Kiba have known for a week."
"I'll tell Sasuke tonight," Kakashi said. "Ma, did I tell him? Eh, he'll find out."
I scowled at Kakashi. "If you don't stop being so fucking slack, I'm going to talk to the Kirisawa accountants who handle payroll."
"Oi, oi! Who's sensei and who's deshi, here," Kakashi asked.
"I wonder sometimes," I smarted off, getting his hand around the back of my head.
At five that day, Kakashi turned up in the queue for getting paid that week. (One of the very few things he was never late for.)
Once he got up to the front of the queue, he looked at Kirisawa Raiko as she shuffled through her book.
"Is there a problem, Kirisawa-san," Kakashi asked.
"Well, we were going to do your pay, but there was this old lady," Raiko began.
"That isn't really true, is it," Kakashi said disapprovingly.
"What goes around comes around," Raiko said defiantly. She frowned. "If you have so little respect for Naruto-kun and Matora-kun that you don't turn up until you're three hours late, then I think you can wait here as well, since you're so used to it. Go read your sex magazines."
All the other jounin laughed at Kakashi, as he was infamous for his bad habits.
"My eternal rival! Truly, you have become too cool in that modern way that drives me mad," Maito Gai cried out. "Even the lowest of our great society deserve respect, and students even more so!"
What could be seen of Kakashi's face was red, but no one could tell if it was through anger or embarassment.
"Holy shit," I gasped as Naruto and I got close to the bridge. "Pervert-sensei is on time! High five!"
Naruto and I slapped our palms together in a gesture of triumph.
"We owe Kirisawa-san bigtime," I said.
"Ohaiyo, per-vert-sen-sei," I said.
"Hi, Sasuke, Naruto, Matora," the jounin said. "I've nominated you guys for the Chuunin Exam. Here are your applications."
We all took a card from his hand.
"Though this is just a nomination. Whether to take the exam or not is up to each of you," Kakashi continued. "Those who wish to take it should sign those papers and turn them in at room 301 by four pm tomorrow."
"Yes, yes," I said.
"That is all."
Kagero-kaasan had insisted that we wear clean clothes to the exam, even though I had no doubt that they would get dirty in short order. I had been up all night studying my notes on the Mindrape, and also all the subtechniques I had developed for it, as the Mindrape was a combination of five techniques for each sense. I was in a pair of black jeans, with a 'Puritanical Euphoria Misanthropia' Dimmu Borgir tshirt. (Most of the civilian villagers frowned at me for wearing it, as it depicted a naked female torso bound with barbed wire on top of a pentagram, blood flowing from a dozen puncture wounds. A border drawn around the figure prevented the head, arms, and legs from being shown. Well, more than a few inches, anyway.) A pair of heavy steelcapped boots, a satchel and pouch, shuriken holster, and I was set. Naruto was wearing the same old orange jumpsuit he always wore. But washed!
Recca and his team were just in front of us, and Domon's team had already gone in the building.
"Got all your stuff, Naruto," I asked.
"Hai! Shuriken, kunai, uh, some explosive notes, uh... you?"
I nodded. "Got all that. Also got that special weapon!"
"Where," Naruto demanded. "You don't! It's way too big to hide!"
I took a long metal tube out of the satchel I was wearing. "It's in a scroll, in here. Special scroll."
"Hey, Sasuke," I called out, spotting our resident goth. I hadn't voiced that to him, though, since he hated me enough for calling him gay.
"Naruto, Matora," he said calmly.
We entered the building, heading for the first set of stairs we laid our eyes on. Being a ninja designed building, none of the staircases went straight to the third floor for security reasons, so we had to look for a second set.
I sighed as we spotted a gaggle of people hanging around a door with '301' on the sign above it. A pair in front of the door were stopping people from getting in.
"Hey, stupid people," I yelled out.
Nearly everyone glared at me for that.
"Glad to see that you know who you are," I said. "This is the second floor. Seeecooond Flloooor. This is room 201. You've been had."
"So, you noticed our genjutsu," the male guard said.
I shrugged. "Could have been paper on top of the original one for all I know. All the Academy buildings have the same design set - first floor is one whatever, second two whatever, and so on. Simple logic states that these people are idiots."
"Not bad," the guard allowed. He began to swing a low kick at me, at high speed. "But all you did was see through it!"
I was prepared to take it - even in human form my regeneration was many times greater than a normal person's capabilities. And it was far too troublesome to try and counter it. Better to appear to be hurt, so as to be underestimated.
So it was kinda nice that some guy grabbed the guard's leg for me, stopping it in mid air.
"Lee," Domon cheered. Hinata had already spotted the genjutsu, Kiba just wanted to see how many were taken in by it.
"Domon," Lee responded. "Shine with the light of your youth during this Exam!"
"Hey," Neji said. "What happened to the plan? You're the one who said we shouldn't attract attention to ourselves."
"Well," Lee began, stopping. He stared in the direction of Recca's team.
"Oh, no," his female team mate said, shaking her head.
Lee strode past us to Fuuko. Objectively, I could see why he'd like her over Sakura in this particular world. She was far more active, stronger, and he had seen her at a distance while training with Domon. She didn't have that baby-cuteness that Sakura had, more of a smirking cat about to pounce.
"My name is Rock Lee," Lee smiled. "So, yours is Fuuko. Let's go out together! I'll protect you 'til I die!"
Fuuko smirked. "Thanks, but I think that Domon-kun and Recca-chan would argue with you over that."
I looked in their direction. Holy hell, Domon had a faint blush! Although I doubt that anyone who didn't know him would spot it.
Flames grew in Rock Lee's eyes. "Then I shall prove myself through the power of my springtime of youth!"
"Hey, you," Neji said to Sasuke. "What's your name?"
Naruto looked infuriated at being ignored.
"When you want to learn someone's name, you should give yours first," Sasuke said lazily.
"His name is Sasuke," I interrupted. Sasuke glared at me. "Uchiha Sasuke. I'm Hanabishi Matora, and this is Uzumaki Naruto."
"Thank you," Neji said to me.
"Come on, Lee, what are you doing," Tenten called out. I had remembered her name by now.
"You guys go on ahead," Lee said, looking at where my group had began to walk to a set of stairs. "There's something I'd like to test."
I sighed as Lee looked at our group.
"Hey, Uchiha-san," Lee called out.
"What is it," Sasuke sighed.
"Will you fight me right here," Lee asked.
"A fight right now," Sasuke asked.
"It's only fair to warn you that he'll steal your moves if you do," I called out. "Kakashi's been giving him private training in his Sharingan."
"I want to test my techniques against the genius of the Uchiha clan," Lee insisted.
"Some would say that his brother was the genius," I replied. "What was it, ANBU at sixteen?"
"Fourteen," Sasuke ground out. His eyes were flaming with hatred. "Bring. It. On."
"Before you do fight him," I said, "could I spar with you? I've beaten Domon regularly, and he says that you are quite good."
"You know Domon," Lee said. "It would be an honour."
Lee assumed his side-facing posture, smiling with that peculiar scowl-smirk.
I charged forwards, and charged my voicebox and throat with chakra. "DON'T MOVE!"
The voice of command stunned Lee into staying still, as I swept my arms from the middle in front of me out to the side, forcing Lee's hands out to where he could not defend my right leg coming up in a powerful kick that sent him back, short of breath for a moment. I mentally thanked Kami-sama that I had learnt what I could of the Thousand Fist Mountain.
"That was impressive," Lee allowed. He grinned. "But I haven't done anything yet, have I?"
"I know I'm going to lose unless I pull out one of those things," I said, as we studied each other. "But that wouldn't be fair, for sparring."
"Konoha Spinning Wind," Lee shouted.
With blinding speed that I couldn't counter, Lee kicked me far harder than I had him, and I went sprawling on the boards. If it weren't for my regeneration, I would have been bleeding from that.
A look to the side showed that Sasuke had activated his Sharingan.
"Lee, I strongly advise you to not use your special moves now," I said. "Or they will be stolen."
He nodded at that, seeing the same thing I did. "You are strong, Matora-san. I look forwards to facing you and Uchiha-san in the Exam!"
"Lee! The power of your springtime wisdom is not to be denied, for the shinobi cannot reveal his secret techniques," a voice called out.
I sighed, deeply.
Maito Gai appeared in a puff of smoke, one hand out with a 'thumbs up' gesture and a blinding smile adorning his face.
"Sensei," Lee cried out.
Gai looked up, straight at Team Seven. "Hey, you guys, how is Kakashi doing?"
"You know Kakashi," Sasuke asked.
"Know him? Hehe...," Gai laughed. He vanished, reappearing behind the three of us as if he had not traversed the space in between. "People refer to us as 'Eternal Rivals'... fifty wins, forty nine losses. I'm stronger than Kakashi."
Sasuke looked surprised and shaken by this.
"You guys should head over to the classroom," Gai advised us, disappearing in another puff of smoke.
Did they teach that technique to all jounin?