A/N: A story that just sprang on me today, when I remembered a fan pic of Iruka and Kakashi. Tell me if you like it or not. If you do, I might consider writing more. I like to think of it as Naruto meets the Matrix, meets the Godfather.
Warning: Story is rated M for gore. Lots and lots of gore, so if you are squeamish, don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
A dark car silently pulled up in front of a dilapidated bar, appearing and moving as if it was a piece of the night itself. When the sedan stopped, there was the distinguishable noise of car doors, then the soft footsteps of people as they walked through the rain toward the door to the bar.
The door to the seedy establishment burst open with a bang, startling everyone out of their seats. In the poor light, the occupants of the room could see that two men entered, both wearing long black jackets over dark suits. The shorter of the two wore a matching black fedora tilted over his eyes, hiding them from view, the only things visible indicating who he was is a scar across the bridge of his nose, and a spiky dark ponytail poking up from behind his hat. The taller one had a wild mane of silver hair, along with a mask covering the lower half of his face and an eye patch covering his left eye; a small sliver of a scar peeked over the top of the eye patch. Slouching with his hands in his pockets, he lazily scanned the assembly, though everyone felt that they were each being individually weighed and measured.
"Maa, Iruka, looks like Cloud's been recruiting a ragtag little group." The silver haired man drawled in amusement. He noticed some of the men were shaking, while others were eyeing their weapons, fingers twitching.
"Hmm, it does indeed seem so, Kakashi." Iruka's mouth quirked in a small smile.
"Why are you here?" a rather pudgy man who was sitting at the head of the table asked imperiously, eyeing the two intruders with apprehension and disgust.
In response, the shorter man moved slightly, pulling out a previously unseen black silk bag from behind him. With a flick of his wrist, the heavy looking bag landed on the table in front of the apparent leader of the group, with a loud 'thump.' Slowly, the man reached out and grabbed the bag, gingerly pulling open the drawstring top. He gave a cry of surprise at seeing the bag's contents, dropping the bag back onto the table. There were startled gasps when out of the bag rolled a severed head, a grotesque look of horror and surprise permanently etched onto it's features.
"Gashira…" one of the men whispered when he spotted the head's ruined right eye and goatee caked with clotted blood. The two intruders stood impassively through all of this.
"W-what is the meaning of this?" the portly man blubbered, rage painting his features as he slammed his hand on the table and stood up.
"The Hokage wishes to send a message," Kakashi replied languidly. Then suddenly his eyes sharpened pinning the man to his seat; his entire stature was menacing. "Tell the Raikage that the next time he tries to take one of ours, we'll be coming for him." With a sharp flick of his wrist, he signaled to Iruka that they were leaving.
As they turned around, Kakashi and Iruka heard sharp metallic clicks behind them. They stopped in their tracks, standing rigid as the man standing behind them spoke up.
"Did you really think that you could leave? Not only did you kill a member of the Cloud, but you are the Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka of the Leaf. There is a very pretty bounty on both of your heads." he sneered.
Sighing, Kakashi tilted his head slightly toward his companion, giving the smaller man an eye smile. Using a finger, Iruka pushed his hat out of his eyes and gave a warm smile back. Then, they both disappeared in a blur of motion, Kakashi whipping out twin pistols from inside his coat, while black daggers slipped into Iruka's hands from his sleeve. They whirled around the room, easily avoiding bullets shot their way like black wraiths. Each bullet or dagger sent from the pair found their intended target, and in less than twenty minutes all sounds of gunshots died down. Aside from the two Leafs, the only person left alive was the apparent boss; eyes wide with fear and face speckled with blood from one of his men. He watched Kakashi approach him, panting and perspiring heavily. Iruka moved around the room, collecting his daggers, pulling them from the bodies, then cleaning them off and placing them back in his jacket.
Reaching the man, Kakashi caressed his cheek with the barrel of one of his still smoking guns, causing the man to scream in pain as his skin burnt and sizzled. Kakashi wrinkled his nose in distaste when scent of burned flesh, mixed with acidic urine as the man wet himself, hit his powerful sense of smell. Placing his hand on the man's shoulder, gun pressed tightly between the former and the latter, he leaned down to whisper in the man's ear.
"Konoha is Leaf territory, Cloud, We know everything that happens here. The next time you step into our turf and try to take one of ours, we'll make you pay dearly. That's a promise."
Just then, a particularly loud wet, sucking noise drew his attention. Kakashi turned his head to see Iruka pull out a dagger from a man's skull, taking with it the unfortunate man's eye. With a grim look on his face, Iruka slid the eye off of the blade and dropping it on the floor, before cleaning off the blood and vitreous fluid. He looked up at Kakashi as he hid his final blade and nodded, indicating he was finished.
Carefully stepping over the bodies and past blood puddles, they made their way to the door. Before he departed, Kakashi threw one last parting shot over his shoulder. "Remember, Konoha is ours." Iruka tossed a knife over his shoulder before he closed the door behind him, and it landed with a thwack point down on the table in front of the man. This one was different; it was a glittering silver and engraved on the blade near the cross-guard was a spiral leaf. (A/N: I thought of ending it here, but decided to add the last little bit.)
A lone man sat waiting out in the rain, leaning against a black sedan with his arms crossed and a lit cigarette perched between his lips. He had his head tipped forward, hat shading his face and the cowl of his trench coat turned up to protect his neck from the downpour. Light spilled across the wet pavement in front of him, and he looked up at the source to find two silhouettes walking toward him.
"Did you deliver the message?" he asked in his deep, gravelly voice; the voice of a heavy smoker.
The taller man nodded, while the smaller man replied, "We got into a small skirmish, though. However, it's nothing to worry about, Asuma."
Asuma nodded, scratching his beard. "Well, that's good. Let's get out of this dump," he replied, jerking his head toward the car he was leaning against. He walked around the car, and stepped into the driver's side, Kakashi sat on the passenger's seat while Iruka hopped into the back.
"Take us to the Hokage so that we can report our success." Kakashi said as Asuma started up the car.
The black sedan began to move, and, to any eyes or ears that might have been observing the scene, the sedan disappeared into the night like a phantom.