A/N: much as I love this story, I'll have to rate it a low 6/10. I am so freaking happy that other people seem to be just as entertained. Thank-you.
Yes, please forgive my grammar and spelling
This chapter also has some sexually explicit descriptions, this is your warning if you're not okay with suggestive themes and all. Apologies.
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Sick But Not Twisted
Chapter Six: Joy Is Never Eternal
It was weird.
Kakashi was sort of doing this back and forth with visiting a certain friend and he knew damn well that Hiruzen-sama was aware of this. Now to the extent and how much the Sandaime knew was a complete mystery to him.
Whenever he'd been summoned to the Hokage estate, operations and briefings would go about as normal, Hokage-sama would tell all the present shinobi what they needed to do, their apparent mishaps—in Kakashi's case his latenesses, and whatever was necessary of a ninja to aid in maintaining the establishment known as a shinobi village.
Hiruzen-sama did not bring up Kakashi's disappearance with Genma and his squad once, though Genma most cleanly said that the wise old man knew something.
Granted that Kakashi was visiting an S-class ninja, it was probably a limited amount of information; for Hiruzen-sama would most definitely have the Copy-ninja executed.
And then he had this scroll that said Plasma that he couldn't even begin to figure out how to open.
Pow!
A heavy kick sent Kakashi flying across the grass, it felt like taking a slingshot filled with steel bars straight to the mouth.
Yup, there was the taste of blood.
Oh yeah, did Kakashi mention that he was doing battle with Guy?
Another simple spar. One where they come at one another with the intent to kill—sharingan and everything, but unfortunately Kakashi for a split millisecond had lost all concentration while browsing through his thoughts.
The wind blew and the training yard grass swayed.
This left Guy landing, light in his feet and then slowly sliding forward before giving Kakashi a disapproving frown.
"Hey, hey! What're you doing, you could've dodged that! Or at least blocked! Why's your head in the clouds? You think the shinobi out there are whistling dixie—wasting their youth away? Huh, huh? We have to pump while our flame still burns, Kakashi!"
Kakashi rubbed his face and jumped to his feet in one shot.
Oddly enough, Guy ended up kneeling with his fists held up high with the mightiest grip, almost like he'd just given an amazing speech to a crowd of adoring thousands.
Sometimes Guy could be a clown.
"Very inspirational…My bad, I guess I got some dirt in my eye."
"My eternal rival, and there's something bothering you, something on your mind? Well, what is it? I can't have you daydreaming and in your head while I'm trying to break limits!"
As soon as Guy asked the question, there was a disturbance, like a flare in chakra that his Sharingan suddenly caught.
"What's the matter?"
They were being watched…now by who and why, those were different questions that he didn't have the answer to. But someone was off in the distance, spying and surveying them—and when Kakashi's eyes went off in the distance towards the direction of the spy, a distant tall tree, Guy followed and immediately became well aware of why Kakashi had become alarmed.
"That's strange…" Guy calmly said.
"Yeah, aren't we all friends?"
And just as it left Kakashi's mouth, Guy was gone with the leaves, and as soon as their spy realized this and darted from his spot in the tree, leaving Might Guy to trail behind him, sprinting faster than any land animal.
Kakashi flung into the air, aiming to join Guy and cut off whoever was stupid enough to try and eavesdrop on him and Guy.
And he did exactly that, jumping in front of their supposed spy, who when Kakashi materialized at his location in a distant tree, the spy freaking pull a kunai out and flung it at Kakashi, trying to buy time, before the assailant in his swine masked, flashed through some hand signs, leaving Kakashi's sharingan catch and calculate every single hand movement.
"Doton: Doryū Taiga!"
"Doton: Doryū Taiga!"
Kakashi's hand weaved those exact signs.
CRUNCH!
Splat!
The ground split like a coconut hitting asphalt at two opposite locations, as two brown masses of mud spewed out like an uncontained water-rapid, they rammed into one another. With a loud splash and bang, as if two objects moving at immense speeds CRASHED.
All followed up by a blur known as Might Guy who sent a ferocious punch right into the agent's face, sending the masked ninja through surrounding trees and into the dirt below—yes forming a crater.
The offset branches and dust began to settle…
"A little too much…you might've killed him…"
Guy simply fell into the crater where the battered and maskless anbu operative lay in the crater, his eyes and hair a dark black, Kakashi was sure he'd never seen this man before.
"I pulled my punch just enough."
Which led Kakashi to look at the shinobi and his bloodied and swollen mouth "…just enough to knock his front teeth out." he almost felt bad, but all focus and thoughts of mercy went out the window as a fury forced every muscle in his body to flex "Now I want to hear, why the hell's one of our comrades is snooping on us?"
"Who're you with?" Guy said.
Because Hiruzen-sama would never, Kakashi had a few suspects shoot through his mind, for there were only two people with their own personal army of Anbu.
"Can he talk with just gums?"
"He's gonna have to, if he doesn't want the same thing to happen to his nose! Sandaime's definitely hearing of this, and I'm sure he won't mind if I roughed you up a few! What're you snooping for?"
There wasn't really a reply from the anbu operative, just a dignified and prideful snort.
"Is that an answer?"
"He better start talking, or I'll get Inoichi to prod that head of his. You'll be screaming and begging for mont—"
But this is where Kakashi's expertise played a part.
"It won't work—Anbu, they certainly have their countermeasures — and I mean for any of Inoichi's abilities, when we were in, we all had to study his work, after all. Not saying he might not have a trick up his sleeve. But his tactics are well known among anbu ranks. If Inoichi were to begin the interrogation, this guy's memories would probably be wiped clean and then he'd simply succumb to death."
At this Guy sighed, never the one to want to put someone to death, even someone you could coin a traitor.
"So I'm gonna drag his ass all the way to the Hokage estate, skip all the extra bs and find out who sent him," Guy said, giving the dude a high-five and Kakashi shrugged, knowing damn well Guy would do it too.
"Screw you." The anbu operative said.
"You better fix that mouth of yours, because I'll make you regret having the ability to flap those scummy lips," Guy said, who without a doubt was unnerved by whatever betrayal was going on. Kakashi couldn't help but do another sweep of the area—nothing. "A village is a conglomerate of comrades and friends—now you don't spy on your comrades or your friends!"
And the operative then spoke, mockingly yet calm "Good thing, I see you as neither, Might Guy—your father's legacy, who'd think the eternal genin was so strong but what have you done—as badass and honorable as him? And Kakashi Hatake, you're a failure for retiring from the dark, for a much easier life as a common jounin! I have no respect."
–Retiring from the dark…
He wondered if this had anything to do with his disappearances—if someone in Konoha's higher politic ranks was trying to pry in on what Kakashi was doing. Or for all he knew, someone was already aware.
"And what have you accomplished?"
"Protecting Konoha from the shadows—paving a way for the next, true hokage."
What? It was one thing to say pathing the way for the next hokage, but the next true? Implying that Hiruzen-sama wasn't any good.
"How dare you." Guy said, a blue aura of chakra suddenly began to swirl and rocket around him and before Guy could unleash the hidden beast, Kakashi was already putting a gentle hand on his shoulder and then kicking the Anbu operative forcing him to go night-night.
"We'll drag him back to the hokage. Explain ourselves and why we have one of our comrades hung over our shoulders and from there we'll get our own answers." Kakashi said.
But Guy was still irritated, more so that a ninja from their own village would have the audacity to survey them as if they were some sort of target, than his training being over and flipped.
"Yeah, I definitely want answers," Guy said, staring down at the charcoal haired unconscious ninja, before Kakashi lifted him up and threw him over
his shoulder.
"I'll assume he was just following orders."
"Well, I'm just about ready to find out, let's get on with it, Kakashi! Hiruzen-sama's fire of youth waits for no ninja!"
In the early morning, just as the Earth was warming itself and Itachi could allow the sun to bask on her face, Itachi was alerted by a familiar presence. Familiar, but surely unwelcome.
She missed Juzo every day, and if this didn't just make that notion more prevalent. It probably would've served in Itachi best interest to share her displeasure working with Orochimaru with Pain, but she had always been one to suck it up, to ride out any form of tribulation—especially if it were for the betterment of others.
It would only be one time—the one and only time she'd voluntarily let something of this manner happen.
It had been the first time in a short amount of time that Itachi had found herself partnered with someone, and this time she found herself very much with the pale sannin, whose intentions and constant attempts at ripping information about her life out, certainly were alarming.
Alas, they had a mission to complete.
The extermination of a rival mercenary organization, one that Pain didn't bother to even give them a name of. But they didn't care, for Orochimaru and Itachi it would be simple work, plus it was probably better that they didn't know.
Here one of Orochimaru's bull constrictors tracked a rogue from Suna back to a hidden base, protected beneath the roar of a waterfall. And when they arrived Orochimaru looked at the entrance with interest and took point as they approached the cave's mouth, both Akatsuki taking the unfortunate opportunity to wet their robes and plow through the water, as Orochimaru took his kunai and in one quick swipe set off a trap that sent a hundred kunai and shuriken flying out from the sides.
There was a pause and the snake sannin looked back "You think they know we're coming?"
"It's possible—your summon never came back," Itachi said.
"That's true…and it's really too bad, I liked that one. But at least his scent ends hear" he then looked deep into the cavern, an expanse of darkness and space the snake sannin continued inside with a smile "Shall we?"
She just wanted to get this over with, being around the deceptive shinobi wasn't an activity Itachi would willingly place herself in.
The cave groaned and the sounds of rushing and splashing water echoed against her ears. Not an ounce of light could be made out.
It wasn't an impressive establishment, it was just a cavern, especially a hole in the ground, and the ninja within the hole most certainly were aware of Itachi and Orochimaru's presence, not that it mattered.
When they strolled down the tunnel and right into an area that seemed to be crudely dugout with some guy's Earth style jutsu, the burn of explosive tags being set ablaze caught both her and Orochimaru's attention and before she could warn him he'd already morphed into a snake, leaving Itachi to simply jump to the nearest rock wall and used that as leverage to escape the explosion.
….Because clearly they didn't think about the possibility of the damn whole thing falling down on them.
And as if planned and rehearsed, four shinobi were in front of her just as she'd activated her sharingan, they didn't spare her words, their hands equipped with javelins, katanas, and weapons of all sorts, she responded with a quick flick of her hands and line of fire that burned her foes to a crisp and when she landed there was silence.
Three other ninja, no sort of uniform or anything to identify them, were in what amounted to rags and clothing that probably hadn't seen a washing machine in weeks.
Panicked, they shuffled around one another.
"Huh!? Who the hell is she?"
"Oh, no, no, no! No! That's freaking Itachi Uchiha!"
"I don't like snakes, and bro that was definitely Orochimaru the snake sannin."
"Wuh, what the hell?! Do they want to join us or something?"
"She just killed Sura, Makira, and the two new dudes!"
"Oh..."
It was only then that the remaining ninja remember that Orochimaru had been slithering in the shadows and one by on, as if only between a span of a few seconds, Orochimaru in his snake form used his fangs to snatch and killed all the remaining ninja, horrid screech following both of them.
She was just happy he didn't do anything extra like torturing the 'poor' rogue shinobi.
"Well, that was easy." Orochimaru almost sounded disappointed "I almost wish there were more."
There was no complaint from her, the quicker this was done, the better.
"Hm."
"You killed those ninja so brutally, so swiftly…as if burning and killing them were an…art. Yes, an art." she could hear the smile and mock admiration in his voice.
"I completed the mission." She explained, blandly.
"Oh, Itachi, don't think I haven't noticed your progress. I've been watching you, and I know you already knew that—your power and strength are unparalleled. I knew from the moment you destroyed your ties with Konoha and that clan that you were different, that you and I—"
No.
"I'm nothing like you…"
"Oh please, please, you're different. You question things, even in your yonder years. Don't you remember that day, that day in the graveyard all those years back?"
Yeah, she remembered, Orochimaru, isolated within that memorial graveyard and creepily contemplating whatever madness went on in his head.
"You told me grieving over the dead was pitiful and useless."
And how wrong he was.
"True—I told you the truth. The dead don't hear nor speak, why would they care for your tears? Your emotion? Take advantage. You've done so—even Fugaku-kun and Mikoto-chan. Mama and Papa Uchiha."
"Don't speak about subjects you know little about." she turned away from him and that was probably her first mistake. But in all honesty, Itachi was uncomfortable and wanted little to do with him.
"Didn't you kill your family, all to better your own selfish desires? I mean, you used your own dear family to test your own limits, so you indeed took advantage of your dead family. How savage…"
And never before had had more of the urge to actually physically harm someone, and before she put a kunai right into his throat she hated to admit it but he caught her off guard first, an entanglement of a snake's mouth coming right from the samnin's arms, it wrapped around her causing Itachi to widen her eyes at the attack and at first all she could do was release a huff of air as it escaped her lungs.
He attacked her…Why hadn't she known better? Expected this?
She should've known he'd be up to no good. For this, he was number one on her most disliked list. She felt her eyes become sharingan simply from her heated anger.
"…and unfortunately for you, that's also when I decided that you'd be the perfect vessel. Imagine…the sharingan, sage mode, and eternal life, all simultaneously can be obtained with your body. Did you know that, Itachi? You understand, don't you? No hard feelings—Though I do agree, this is such an unfortunate fate for such a powerful and beautiful kunoic—"
But he didn't finish, instead with only the glow of her sharingan as guiding light, she could the distinct figure of hand hitting the floor with a PLAT. Orochimaru's face went paler than normal and wide snake eyes trembled, a small gang of crows accumulating all over Orochimaru's stone paralyzed body. "…can't move. G-genjutsu? Sharingan? But I never looked into your eyes, not once!", he spat like all the joy had been vacuumed right out of him.
"You didn't have to." she explained, suddenly taking out a kunai "Any jutsu you use against me will prove to be useless, before this sharingan. I may let you try, but it'll only ever be that…an attempt."
He couldn't move, she knew that. Her genjutsu was even a product of her sharingan, he simply wasn't cautious enough to defend against the ephemeral—not that anyone would expect it. But having the black crows on him was like having a ten-ton anchor laying on your with nothing but gravity causing issues, and there had to have been at least seven crows, and more coming.
The sanin struggled, his own physical strength proving to be impressive as more crows landed on his shoulders and back, as he let out more strenuous moans. His eyes kept whipping back and forth like he was expecting someone else to come.
"Amazing—to believe that I was underprepared…that I underestimated you…" he almost said as if the entire situation had caused his interest to shoot to the sky, he brought up another hand and attempted to form a seal to force his way out of her illusion.
But this time the crows all jumped for it and in a violent display of about, now, nine crows pecked at his remaining hand and arm, ripping open the flesh and sending out blood.
But she stood nonchalantly, watching her enemy, deciding if there was any reason to spare him.
No.
He groaned but his outward pain was minimized by the sudden seething rage she could feel, filling his heart and even as Itachi approached and put her kunai to his throat, the true venom in his voice escaped "Itachi! You disgusting freak of nature! You're lucky I couldn't contain myself, rejoice that you stand proud and victorious only because of null preparation on my part! Never again! I assure you, never again!"
"Happen again? You're right about that, because I'll just kill you." Itachi informed with the calmest voice she could provide, the darkness encompassed them and the only other noise being water dripping around them.
Itachi wanted so badly to kill him, to end this man and reticy all the sins he's committed with his blood. But then, would Itachi even be the right person to do that job? Who was she to question someone on the moral scale?
But unlike him, Itachi wasn't a glutton for power.
"Itachi! You wouldn't dare kill a sannin in such a pathetic state!"
"See, your issue is greed… so much so you'd do horrible experiments to innocent children, including your own genin. No, there's so much greed in your heart, it has spilled way over its bulkhead."
"So blunt…" And that had the snake man almost chuckling "You think your greed is morally superior to mine?! Ha. Haha."
He thought human life was just a plaything…
That wasn't what she said…but Itachi didn't entertain the snake sage with words, instead she went for the finishing blow, a thrust to the jugular and maybe she would've ended everything at that moment.
Then Orochimaru shouted "Hurry it up, Kabuto!"
Kabuto?
From a swirl of smoke he appeared, yes, the very same Kabuto who had thrown an offer her way—yeah, Itachi was right to expect no good activity from those two.
His eyes went wide when he saw her, but Kabuto was no coward.
Itachi's sharingan caught it and Kabuto already had an explosive tag both flaming and charged in his hand, and in his attempts to save his master, with the most insane conviction she'd ever witnessed, he shoved that thing right into Itachi's face and held it frozen there.
She was left with only a million nanoseconds to respond and in that time Itachi was able to move just in the nick of time.
Boom!
The tag exploded orange hot, enough to leave an imprint in Itachi's vision when she shut her eyelids. But her reaction was instantly leaping away, as the shockwave quaked the entire underground cavern and Itachi had no other reason to stay there with those two.
"Orochimaru-sama!" With Kabuto wrapping Orochimaru around his shoulders, he disappeared in a flurry of dust and smoke.
Would the cave collapse?
No.
—Leaving Itachi to rush for the exit as considerable loads of rock fell, she dodged and moved towards the exit before the quaking stopped, everything about became silent and as she exited the cave, the splash of water on her face a relief, she began to regret not voicing her concern with partnering up with Orochimaru, she started to blame herself for not being the prepared kunoichi she usually was.
How could Itachi be so stupid? Yes, this was surely the actions of a genius!
Really!
She coughed and left in a hurry, hoping none of Orochimaru's goons were around. And contemplating how she'd explain this to Pain.
All in all, it was a complete mission.
There was this unspoke rule in the shinobi world—there were just some shinobi that you should never allow to hit you with their full physical strength—Might Guy was one of them.
The Anbu operative that they'd captured was hauled off to the shinobi hospital both for treatment of wounds, and for questioning the moment Guy and Kakashi explained the exact happenings that lead to his defeat.
And there both Guy, Kakashi, Hiruzen-sama and whatever Anbu that was watching over him. All three parties were boggled by the sequence of events.
"Let's be frank, hokage-sama, there's only one other person besides you with their own garrison of Anbu." Kakashi said bluntly and Guy looked at hoth Hiruzen-sama and Kakashi before gathering Kakashi's meaning.
"Yes, I'm aware. And his actions are rather troublesome. My long-time friend, Danzo, always has Konoha's best interest at heart. However, his methods can be rather excessive."
Danzo… could he possibly know something?
"What he's done is an infringement of privacy. My question is why, what does Danzo-sama want with myself and Guy."
The old hokage sighed, taking a puff of his pipe and quickly glancing down at all the paperwork on his desk "I'm not quite sure, but I assure you I'm going to find out. Kakashi, Guy—I'm sorry this happened to you."
Guy raised his palms "This is in no way your fault, Hokage-sama, Kakashi and I just find it confusing to an extent—is this a question of our own loyalty?"
"There is no question where the two of your loyalties lie, my friends, I'm sorry that this has happened to you and it will never happen again, I swear it. Especially to some of my finest shinobi the village has to offer."
Hiruzen-sama was always a man of his word and as such Kakashi was a hundred percent sure he would do as said, however, one thing Kakashi knew was that Danzo was a persistent and stubborn man. Danzo would most certainly listen to an order from the hokage, but, even so, he was a man renowned for going about his own agenda.
"Hokage-sama, please keep us updated on any information obtained from the interrogation," Kakashi said.
With that Hiruzen-sama stared at Kakashi, not too convinced they would get anything, but nodded. "Inoichi is working as hard as he can."
"If you discover anything, include us, we want to do all that we can," Guy said.
"Of course." Hiruzen-sama smiled then took a pull of his pipe. "I don't want to take any time away from team 9—and Kakashi, it is imperative that we immediately put you as captain of team 7."
"Team 7? Hey, just like your old team, that's awesome Hiruzen-sama!" Guy couldn't help but beam and well, Kakashi did too, but nobody needed to know that.
"Yes, he's the only one that can do it, in a few months, you will have those two as genin—as long as everything goes according to plan."
That was when Guy held his chin and inferred "Hey, are you guys talking about—those two? Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki."
Kakashi nodded "Ah, if they pass."
And Guy became excited, for whatever reason he seemed quite happy for Kakashi.
"If anyone's gonna pass it'll definitely be Minato-sama's son and that Psycho girl's little brother!"
And Kakashi couldn't really disagree there. There was a lot to process, a lot going on and Kakashi wasn't sure how he was going to take his next steps or what he needed to do.
Did any of this have to do with his scroll?
Apparently, root members were spying on him. And if they were watching Kakashi and Guy Spar, what else had they been watching while he hadn't been paying attention?
And then there was this thing with Itachi, this weird thing that Kakashi couldn't even label with words—because, it wasn't even a regular relationship.
As one of Naruto's official parental guardians, Kakashi felt as if he didn't nearly visit Minato-sensei's little mischievous only son enough, sure he'd still see his little 'nephew' but being preoccupied with missions and his favorite nukenin sure caused for Kakashi to feel as if he was neglecting the blond Jinchuriki.
As such, standing in front of the boy's apartment, with at least three squads of anbu hidden outside at all times, the copy ninja felt terrible.
Well…that was until he opened up the door in a blur and dodged an unopened paint can from the ceiling, it smashed into the floor, spilling yellow paint into the floorboards.
Neat…
Kakashi looked down at the small blonde, innocently fixing his goggles right in front of him.
Kakashi entered and Naruto moved back to the clear kitchen table.
"You know I almost felt bad for you…"
"What?! I didn't take the lid off?!"
"I was just about to suggest that for the next time." Kakashi winked.
"Screw you!"
"Language, who taught you to speak like that?"
"Tsk, like you'd know, you barely visit, and when you do it's for five minutes! Or you have a mission or something!
Kakashi looked over towards the kitchen's apartment, it was relatively clean, no stacks of ramen bowls, nothing of the sort.
And here he thought he'd have to clean the entire place with the kid.
"No dirty dishes, noth crumbs on the floor, even the tables wiped... everything's clean except the floor," he muttered but Naruto caught it.
"Yeah and no thanks to you, I had Anbu-san, instead."
"Anub-san?" This raised Kakashi's interest. "Who's this Anbu-san."
"The lady who comes, cleans, teaches me how to throw kunai, and lets me play with her snakes. Unlike you and Ero-sannin!"
Hold up… that got Kakashi thinking.
"Snakes? You said snakes?" he sweat, a droplet falling right down the side of his face "She—she didn't hurt you or anything? Like, she didn't try to give you venom immunity or anything— Or try to get you to go cave searching, did she?" He said this, both calmly AND somehow frantically grabbing at Naruto's arms and searching for snake bite marks or even evidence of a syringe.
Naruto looked taken aback "No, Anbu-san wouldn't do something like that!"
Well, he wasn't so sure, she'd already done all of that in the past.
"Ah." And that was enough for Kakashi, but when did Anko join Anbu? And why was she suddenly stationed around Naruto…?
A wind blew by and Kakashi with his free eye saw the Anbu operative appear like a blight of black, a cobra mask hung on the side of her face, but she didn't have it completely over her features.
This was Anko.
And the urge to leave was present, but the urge to stand by his 'nephew' and to just let him know that Kakashi was there.
"Oh, hello, I thought I picked up your scent. Heard something happened with you and Guy earlier…"
Naruto beamed "Anbu-san! You're back! You—you know Kakashi-san?"
"Oh yeah, Kakashi and I go way back." She smiled.
"I wouldn't say that."
"We used to hang out all the time."
"If you call, me cloud gazing by myself and you just appearing out of nowhere hanging out. You're not supposed to show yourself by the way." Kakashi explained.
But Anko shook her head "No, I have permission from Hokage-sama, seeing as both you and Jiraiya-sama can't seem to always find time for such a cute and potentially powerful child—he tells me you don't train him!"
"Yeah, they barely train me anymore! Ero-sanin tried to teach me to summon Gamakichi—worse babysitter, ever, why the heck would I want to summon him!"
"We taught him to fight...but only the bare essentials."
"But not enough to beat Sasuke's boring ass!"
"Language." Said the copy ninja.
"And we'll get you to beat the living shit out Sasuke's boring ass!" Anko reinforced.
Oh, it all made sense. And Kakashi could see the writing all on the wall, Anko and Naruto had these mischievous gazes, as if they both were concocting an ingenious plan that'll prove to force Kakashi to lose a grand sum of hair follicles. If both of their grins meant anything, there was going to be trouble with these two.
There had to have been a way to destress.
And then, a black crow had snuck its way onto Kakashi's shoulder
Dear senpai,
I am so close to Konoha I can practically hear the marketplace, I have an easy assignment to complete—when I've rescued my target, if you're around, I'd like to see you, even if only for a moment.
Sincerely,
-Itachi
"Don't worry Kakashi, if you still want to train him, I won't take anything away from you, we both can work on his future." Anko was grinning like the devil whether it was intentional or not, Kakashi could never figure.
But at least Itachi had contacted him.
It was late and a few days had passed for Itachi
Orochimaru's attack on Itachi was enough treachery among the Akatsuki to send Pain into a furious tirade over why nobody should ever betray him and ultimately every able body member of Akatsuki vowed to kill Orochimaru.
But even so, all of this was just part of a shinobi's business and the business never ended.
Itachi found herself doing a mission rather close to her former home. Konoha to be exact, Itachi found herself literally less than ten miles away from the outer wall, tracking and assassinating a local politician that some mysterious contact from Kumogakure wanted dead.
It was an easy task, especially for the amount of Ryo she received. Simple, clean, and this time all she had to do was return a kidnapped victim, who'd been abandoned and tied up in some janky bamboo shack.
But after she was finished, Itachi had promised she would go see Kakashi—and considering that she had finished early, Itachi went ahead, found a cave system that must've been constructed during the past great shinobi war and that's where she rested and trained—that's where she wrote a letter and informed her favorite Jounin of her location and his appearance, at the mouth of the entrance, where all she had to even notify anyone that the cave was inhabited was a small campfire she had.
Her Akatsuki robe, clean and bloodless, surprisingly kept her warm.
"You're here, already," she said pleased, standing to meet him, instantly embracing him and taking all the warmth.
For she had no idea when this all would end.
"Oh, well, you know I don't do much but training —oh and a little family business." and that was said with his special eye grin.
Family business? She suspected Minato-sama's child—the Jinchuriki that Jiraiya-sama swore to protect in his notes to her.
And for her, that made him look nobler in her eyes.
Itachi suddenly frowned and let go, looking at box and realizing she had no food to offer him "I'm sorry if you're hungry, I don't quite have anything—"
Neatly, Kakashi took a small black bento box from who knows where and placed it right in Itachi's hand.
"That's for you…"
What?
Itachi opened the box, only to be exposed to a neat assortment of white rice, grilled chicken, fish, fried eggs and whatever else he jammed in there. The Akatsuki member was stunned and swallowed hard…
"You—you bought me a meal?"
"Yeah, I thought maybe you'd be hungry after completing whatever mission you'd gone through."
The Uchiha closed the box and neatly placed it on the floor beside the flames and looked Kakashi right in his eye.
When was the last time that anyone gave her a gift? Sure it was just-food. But if she really thought about it, it wasn't just-food. And truly not everyone could understand this, but, it was the sentiment! The thought that someone was thinking about her, thinking about whether she ate or not.
"You don't want it?" his voice soft, almost like he'd done something wrong.
Her stomach growled quietly. "No, I absolutely want it, don't get the wrong idea." she looked away, trying to sound like her normal impassive self but she felt her cheeks heating.
"Don't feel pressured, it's fine if you don't want it, yeah, really. I was just thinking of how I could surprise you with something good," he explained leaning against the wall of the cave, his face exposed by the illumination of the flame.
"Definitely surprised me, I can't remember the last time someone brought me something."
"Me neither…but I'm sure it was on my birthday," Kakashi said.
And it made her giggle slightly.
Maybe it was okay to enjoy herself if moderately. But at the same time, why were the bags under his eye ever more noticeable.
"Senpai, there's something on your mind…" she told him as if he himself wasn't aware.
"Me? No, I'm fine."
And after he said that, Itachi looked at him with the greatest disbelief.
"I. Am."
"You're taking up extra missions aren't you? Or perhaps Guy-san's got you working extra hard. Not saying that you don't look great, but I can see the bags under your eye."
But he shrugged it off, laughing even, a hard one too—like the type of giggles he did when he read his book "I'm alright, especially since you're alright. I mean, you're alright right?"
Other than being attacked by Orochimaru a week ago, she felt fine, but truly being attacked by an S-class shinobi should've been routine for her already.
And Itachi was a woman of little words, after all, expressing her feelings through her vocal was much too hard.
So she didn't say much.
"I'm fine, typical mercenary work, you probably wouldn't be interested."
"Oh, tell me some time..."
After that she didn't really know how to reply—nobody ever really taught her how to push forward conversation, she felt ignorant and not so versed in that subject; she found herself staring and looking away from him every so often as she tried to think of something to say—or perhaps that he himself would start the next conversation.
And he was so far away, leaning against the wall minding his own business, like everything he had done was nothing to him.
So Itachi closed the distance, and with no warning, she removed his mask and went for his lips, a muffled gas vibrated through her mouth, but Kakashi replied just the way she needed him to, his lips connected to hers and refusing to break off for air.
His hands immediately cupped her ass and it was very hard to admit that it was pleasurable. Kakashi was admiring her rump—feeling and massaging it, lightly slapping her ass every chance he got and the pain gave her pleasurable winces, Itachi felt it move and jiggle beyond her control, as she rested her hands on his chest and took a breath. This was happening, but Itachi let herself become comfortable, with Kakashi she was fine with it, she wanted to appeal to his desires regardless.
Both of them were huffed, charcoal eyes staring into the singular eye of the copy ninja. She could feel heat everywhere, a mixture of nervousness and arousal that Itachi was sure she hadn't felt—he was changing her so much and it was a problem.
Again another peck.
Then their lips crashed and they fell over, and Itachi found herself trapped under his weight, their bodies pressed up against one another. Itachi knew this was a dangerous position, but she didn't know if she could hold herself back.
Should she?
He gently hovered his lips over her neck, kissing and pecking it, then going to her her very own lips, oh how one thing led to another. And before she knew it, he was grabbing at her robes, removing the buttons and exposing her bra-strapped chest, as Itachi tossed off his vest.
Her breathing was heavy and mind racing, she really wasn't too good at this.
And pressed his lips right into hers, their bodies pressed to one another, his manhood bulging through his pants.
"Are—are we?"
He paused.
"Only if you want to, Itachi."
If she wants? Itachi had the craziest desire to be filled, of course, she wanted to.
It was just that Itachi didn't really live by the road of self-desire.
And she wasn't sure if she should, after all, she didn't really know much about sex, sure she knew about the basics, but her experiences were limited to nothing more than a textbook or a moment in the Anbu locker room. Itachi never had time for sex. Sure it was something everyone urged for, but she never had the chance to do it because she wanted to do it with that specific person.
And he always looked lonely and tense to her, much like herself, and she never discovered a way to truly cheer him up.
And there, on the cold cave floor, that's when both his and her clothes were removed, Akatsuki robe and jounin vest tossed to the side, effectively exposing everything to one another, it was there that she experienced more personal pleasures and Itachi allowed Kakashi do as he pleased to her and before she knew it, that moment was the very moment that she'd finally lost her virginity—unbeknownst to Kakashi.
And despite her situation, it was possibly the most joyful moment in all her years on Earth.
It was quiet.
Only about an hour ago they had been connected and Itachi was going through multiple phases of feelings.
They had found their way into her sleeping bag, sometime after they had finished their experience with each other Kakashi had fallen asleep. For a moment, in his slumber she laid there, enjoying his heat and the comfort that came with his arms nestled neatly around her frame.
Silent, mask back on, but peacefully slumbering.
Itachi couldn't typically sleep on a whim—her mind tended to wander—and sometimes she'd see her father's face in her dreams—void of pain or disappointment, just like the night of the massacre.
Her father forgave her…and Itachi didn't think she deserved any of it.
At least, being with Kakashi had allowed her to forget, and—it had been a long time since she'd done anything that fun.
She understood how someone could get addicted.
Itachi decided to silently and gently remove Kakashi's arms before she exited the warmth of that sleeping bag and dressed herself in civilian clothing.
She walked to the outside, the rush of air hitting her and thoughts of last night exploding and sending her into literal flashbacks.
That had been her first time, that had been the first time she'd made love to a man and now she suddenly felt weird. Of course, disregarding the slight discomfort—she felt nothing but a weird afterglow of euphoria.
Like if she left him long enough he would just up and go away, leaving her. It was strange, but she figured that meant that she really enjoyed their session.
Would he have been gentler had he known she still had her virginity at the time?
Most definitely, but she'd lied to him and told him she'd been with another shinobi at one point in her past—she'd told him to go at the pace that he wanted and when he'd held back had politely demanded that that pace wasn't satisfactory enough.
Not the situation one would romanticize about, most women probably had a different scenario in how they'd lose their virginity, but Itachi never really thought she'd get this far—with senpai at least—especially after the massacre and all of her mistakes that shot them here.
Huh, for someone considered a genius she was awfully confusing. Itachi would have to denounce any of those claims.
Her brain went silent, and at the chill, Itachi returned inside, adorned her Akatsuki robe along with the black bento box, went outside, heated her meal with a fire-style attack, and ate it quickly.
She figured it would be fine, maybe…and allowed the air to smooth over her face.
They both deserved to at least get away from the stress of the filthy work as a shinobi—there was no need for them both to feel unhappy—at least she could help him forget some of his issues. If he was happy then Itachi was happy.
And with that said, she rushed off to the nearest town—where she quickly purchased berries and an assortment of fruit all in a basket but before she could return, in the middle of the road on her way back, a heavy hand rested on Itachi's shoulders.
Understanding instantly that Itachi was in no danger, Itachi turned on her heels only to come face to face with the tall figure of the legendary sannin Jiraiya.
And considering that he only visited her face-to-face when something was of the utmost importance.
"Itachi..." His voice was deep and as stern as a bull, like there was a ghost from somewhere far in his past reaching out to him "I don't mean to be rude or surprise you, but we need to talk. I think… I know who this leader of the Akatsuki truly is."
A/N: Yeah this is only chapter 6, so can't really say some crazy ass shit's happened yet. We'll be getting right into the beginning of Naruto and I think we may do a time skip for particular scenes that we've seen done over and over again in other fics.
If you have any suggestions or things you'd like to see portrayed better in the story, I'm all ears. Just, if it comes to your attention that this fic isn't particularly following canon all the way and you feel the need to tell me this, I'm gonna go ahead and leave a nice little link to Harvard's admissions page for you, because you, my good friend, are on some super-hyper-big brain timing. They definitely need you.
