When Lighting Strikes

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Chapter 6

Soft white and blue lights glow brightly along the corridor to the division's main operating office. In the corridor, two young men walk side by side. "Are you sure that you're ready for this, Sasuke?" Shisui smirks slyly as he places a hand on Sasuke's shoulder. "You've already met Shikamaru, but Neji and Ino are completely different breeds." His gaze rakes over Sasuke's body. "Ino is going to love getting her hands on you."

"It's fine. We're going to be teammates. I have to meet them sooner or later. Shikamaru's okay. So the others can't be that bad." Sasuke shakes his head. He felt a bit like a new kid on their first day of school being escorted to a pep rally by the Prom King and quarterback all thrown into one in the form of Shisui Uchiha. In other words, he was out of his element. "If they were you wouldn't be working with them. So, I can play nicely with the other kids, but I hope Ino doesn't get her hopes up. I'm not into women." Sure, he'd been popular in school, but he'd never really given a fuck. He was an introvert at heart. Not because he was shy, but because he was more a quality over quantity person.

Shisui snickers and shakes his head. "I'm not worried about Ino wanting to sleep with you. But she's going to get her hands on you sooner or later. She's going to have to before your first assignment. She's our…disguise specialist, in a manner of speaking. And she loves nothing more than getting her hands on 'gorgeous guys.'"

Sasuke couldn't help, but smirk. "It's nice when your teammates share your interests. Only, I guess you're more hands on than she is in certain ways." He walks with Shisui and sways his hips a bit. He hadn't spotted any of the others yet. It was still safe. Sasuke wasn't sure where Shisui stood on the whole PDA thing. Sure, he was cuddly, but that was different than announcing you were romantically involved with one of your coworkers. "Don't worry, I'll indulge her as long as she doesn't do something crazy like put glitter in my hair."

"She won't put glitter in your hair unless you specifically request it, but she delights in turning me blond." Shisui runs a hand through his curly black hair. Then he glances at the dark spikes atop Sasuke's head. "I wonder what she'll try to convince you to let her do first."

Sasuke makes a face. "I can't picture you as a blond." It bordered on blasphemy. "Good to know about the glitter, though. Anything else I should be aware of before I walk into the lion's den?"

"Just that I make an awesome blond." Shisui chuckles and removes his hand to press his hand to the scan pad next to the office door. It slides open and he steps into the spacious room ringed by a long circular installation fitted with display panels. He waves his hand and every console in the room hums to life and starts to display some of their most recent projects, as well as eliminations and additions to the Red and Gold lists. Shisui steps into the center of the room where another ring of consoles sits. A single wave of his hand brings up magical holographic screens produced by his technokinesis. "Welcome to the head office of the Magitek Division, the Ravens Nest."

Sasuke looks around in wonder and a little terror. So, this is what Itachi had been worried about. The extensive nature of the information-gathering was impressive and daunting at once. "Well, you've definitely got a lot of toys to play with."

Shikamaru yawns and stretches out in his hanging teardrop chair. "If you think this is obsessive, you should see my private office. It's a drag, but to do what we do means we've gotta have eyes and ears everywhere."

"That's right, we excel at keeping eyes on everything." Shisui waves his hand and one screen changes, playing back a recording of Sasuke himself at his dojo, surrounded by twelve year-olds.

Sasuke looks at the footage of him at his dojo. "I should have expected as much." It was eerie, though. Just how closely had they been watching him before Shisui recruited him?

"Shisui!" A blonde ponytail appears out of nowhere and whips through the air as a tall, slender woman lands lightly on Shisui's back with her arms around his neck. "And here I thought you'd abandoned us. You were gone almost a month this time."

"I know, I know. But I had to get my cousin here. You know that." Shisui laughs and swats at Ino playfully.

It didn't take long for his attention to be diverted away from the screen. A bubbly blonde had her hands all over Shisui and Shisui was encouraging her. His eyes flicker red briefly, but he squashes it down. He was being ridiculous. Miss Bubbles was obviously another member of their team and Shisui was a self-proclaimed 'Cuddlebug.' It was nothing.

Nonetheless, Sasuke crosses his arms as he looks her over. He was as straight as a damn circle, but even he could see she was pretty. It also didn't take a genius to figure out which member of the team she was. As far as he knew, Ino was the only female member of their division. "Sorry about the wait, but Shisui was being a bit OCD about getting me settled in. He's a very...hands on teacher."

"That's our Shisui." Ino grins widely at their new recruit. "If he wants to teach us something, he'll sit down with us or pull us into the training rooms with him. There's no escaping until we've at least got the basics of it down. It's part of why he's the best division head."

Shisui chuckles softly. "I do try my best to make sure that no one goes out there unprepared."

"Yeah. I guess so. He's very...persistent and always prepared." Sasuke hides a smirk as best he could. Twenty bottles of strategically positioned lube prepared.

Heat flashes in Shisui's eyes as he picks up on Sasuke's not so secret thoughts. Honestly his cousin really should know better than to think those sorts of things at the office. "I'll agree with that. And I promise that my next bit of persistence will be teaching you how to shield your mind from me and quiet your thoughts down so every telepath within five miles can't hear them."

"You've got to be kidding me. Is everyone constantly mind-reading here?" Sasuke fights back a blush, huffing as he looks anywhere but at his new teammates.

"Not constantly and don't worry, the skill is rare." Neji glides over, placing his hand on Sasuke's shoulder. He was a private person by nature and the division's insistence on making use of telepathy had been rather jarring when he had first joined. It still was at certain junctures, but his control was exceptional enough it rarely caused an issue for him. "In any case, I'm Neji Hyuga and it is pleasure to meet you."

"Neji specializes in more covert, espionage-type missions where he can gather information at a distance." Shisui knew the strengths and weaknesses of every member of his team by heart. "He's good at fading out of sight and sneaking around, as opposed to Ino or I who tend to 'make friends' wherever we go and collect information through the rumours passed around our networks."

"Hey, if you've got skills, use them." Ino winks slyly. "This is a job where EVERY asset you have is important. Weaponize everything. Even if it's something cute."

"Good to know. Well, it's nice to meet you." Sasuke nods. He might never live down this meeting depending on who heard what in this group of mind readers, but it was the proper thing to say. "So is this everyone?"

"This is the main team that we have activated at all times." Shisui didn't want their division to grow too large, or they might risk security leaks. "But we have quite a few sleeper agents that we can call in at the drop of a hat if we need them. And we work collaboratively with a couple other divisions, as well as local law enforcement, depending on the level of risk in a case."

Shikamaru yawns and nods. It was all standard protocol at this point. "Shisui prefers a small, tight knit unit. For example, Ino could tell you everything about all of us down to our shoe sizes."

"And other sizes." Ino winks slyly at Sasuke as she slips down off of Shisui's back. "Besides, with the five of us here, we've got enough people to be running three operations at once. We don't usually take care of the small problems, and there's only so many big problems out there that we can take our time and do things right."

"Ino's right." Shisui places his hand on the console nearest him and brings up a list of a dozen or so belligerent organizations. "If we can bring down all of these groups in the next five years, we'll be ahead of our projected schedule. If we can handle more, then we might just set a record for being the most efficient team ever placed in this division."

Sasuke blinks at Ino's wink. Deciding he probably didn't want to know how she knew that, he glances at the console. He didn't recognize most of the organizations, but the ones he did...well, it was more than enough to realize they had their work cut out for them. "Good to know know about the workload. That's...ambitious."

"It is, but it's why I recruit only the most talented and capable individuals to my division. But most importantly…" Shisui gazes at Sasuke with a hard, steely look in his eye. "I only recruit the people I can trust. What we do isn't easy by any stretch and there are divisions that would make our jobs a lot harder for us if it meant sticking it to our kind. But we rise above that to do our jobs and do them well."

Sasuke somehow manages not to flinch at Shisui's look. It was so at odds with the carefree expression that his cousin usually wore. "Got it. So, I take it my first assignment isn't until after the mind reading lessons?"

"And a few other lessons, but I hope to have you in the field by next week on a simple assignment to get you used to how we do things." Shisui wasn't going to risk putting Sasuke on something too big for him to handle. "Once I put together an assessment of your strengths, I'll select a more difficult assignment that's suited to your tactics. I may even assign you to one of the ongoing missions, or I'll get Shikamaru off his ass to go with you. Understood?"

"What a drag. You're going to make me go out in the field?" Shikamaru stretches, looking half ready to fall asleep. "But fine. He's gotta learn sometime."

That was faster than Sasuke expected, but he nods. Well, it made sense. They'd been following him for awhile. Probably wanted him to burn down some of the more vicious organizations' headquarters or something. "Got it. When do we get started?"

"Oh, can I have him first!?" Ino grins widely, eager to get her hands on a new canvas. "I don't want to have to wait a week to get my hands on him, then have him try to squirm out of my chair when we're supposed to be prepping for a mission."

"I don't see why not." Shisui's lips quirk into a smirk. "You can show him how our disguise and concealment protocols work."

His teammate was acting like a puppy who had found a new chew toy. Sasuke didn't know whether to find that cute or disturbing. "Might as well. I'm probably going under cover fairly regularly. Besides, she can reverse it instantly, right?"

"Not instantly." Ino rolls her eyes. "I can do a full disguise in less than half an hour, but it's not like I wave a magic wand and it's done in seconds. It takes time and effort to make a disguise perfect. And you haven't even designed any yet, which means that we still need to do that before you can take on a first assignment."

Sasuke quirks an eyebrow. "Design? I'm supposed to tell you what I want my disguise to look like?" He hadn't really thought about that. Sasuke had assumed there would be requirements depending on the mission and Ino would just just go down the list until they were met.

Shisui nods. "Yes. We all create between three and five different profiles ranging from civilian to criminal to terrorist and customize different sorts of appearances to go with them. One, you might wear to a high society event where you're spying on the diplomats to find a traitor in their midst, while another you might wear to get in with thieves or drug dealers, and another might be for infiltrating a large gang or criminal organization. Every face you wear will be different and associated with a specific persona."

"I can try. I've never been good at the whole playing dress up thing." Sasuke shrugs. Maybe that wasn't the right phrase, but for some reason images of Itachi playing with dolls pops into his head. Their cousin, Izumi, had roped him into it time and time again when they were little. Sasuke had thought it was hilarious to watch Itachi play with dolls wearing that much pink. "I know, I know. It's important. We need ironclad personas that won't make anyone suspicious."

"Exactly." Shisui's lips twitch into a smirk. "Would it help if I stood there and held your hand?"

"Shisui, I don't need you to hold my hand to play dress up." Sasuke sends his best glower at his smirking lover. "I'm a big boy and can handle it. It's just not something I ever really thought about before."

"Well then you'd better start thinking about what you're going to name your first persona." Shisui strides towards Sasuke and presses a gentle hand to his shoulder. He hands Sasuke a small tablet. "Record all of your thoughts on this. Include a name, a petty, low-level criminal history, what you've been arrested for, and the details of the look that you and Ino create. It will be your first persona. Make it appropriate for hanging out with thieves, dealers, and small-scale gang members. Alright?"

"I think I can manage that." Sasuke couldn't help, but laugh a bit. Shisui was damn lucky Itachi wasn't here. His brother would absolutely lose it if he knew the sort of people their cousin wanted Sasuke to hang out with on missions. "This is probably going to involve some tattoos." Temporary ones, of course. Again, Itachi would go fucking ballistic.

Shisui chuckles nervously and runs his hand through his messy curls sheepishly. "It's probably best that you leave those for later, Sasuke. They're not quite as temporary as you think they are." True, he had more than a few of his own, but he remembered sitting through the process of getting every single one of them.

"He's right, let's play with everything else first, then we can talk tattoos." Ino sways her hips mischievously and takes Sasuke by the hand. "Come on, I have a studio down the hall with all of my equipment in it."

"Well, if they come off...they're temporary, but alright. You said gangs, though and gang members have tattoos." Sasuke shrugs before following Ino. She was either really excited about showing off her disguise skills, didn't realize he was gay, or both. Whatever. Shisui trusted her and they were teammates now. He'd indulge her giddiness to a degree. Just as long as she didn't suggest anything too weird.

Ino cheerfully tugs Sasuke down the hallway and around a corner to a clear glass door. She waves a hand over the scan pad and the door slides open with an obedient click. She steps into the shelf-ringed room filled with displays of products, a chair and sink against the far wall, a nail care station, and a single chair set into the dark floor in the middle of the room. "Welcome to my design studio. In here, I can turn you into anyone."

"It's nice." He sits down in the chair. Sasuke hadn't expected to find what amounted to a mini salon inside their division, but he probably should have. Ino specialized in disguises. "So, what did you have in mind exactly?"

"Let's see…" Ino pulls out a drawer full of tools and presses a button to tint the windows to make it impossible to see inside, even if someone flew a plane right outside their building. "I'm going to guess that all this…" She gestures to the messy spikes of hair sticking out the back of Sasuke's head. "Is something of a signature look for you?"

"It just grows that way naturally. I never saw a reason to change it." He watches as the windows tint in awe. The technology in this place was unbelievable, but he wasn't sure how to respond to the signature look thing. That implied it was something he went out of his way to maintain. Sure, he made himself look presentable, but it wasn't like he was Itachi who was...OCD about his hair. "Is that a problem...?"

"In the office, no. But this sort of style is extremely distinctive. And all it takes is for the wrong person to remember what the back of your head looks like, and you could get found out." Ino runs her hands through the soft, spiky hair, humming to herself. "Let's see…" Her hands glow dimly and grow warm. "How do you feel about wavy hair?"

Sasuke could feel the heat from her hands. His magic begins to react instinctively. A warm, gentle humming underneath his skin. "Straighter might be better. Sticks out less than wavy." That, and he had a hard time picturing himself with wavy hair. Sasuke would if he had to, though. It wasn't like it couldn't be reversed.

"Straight then. In that case, maybe a dark brown and a hazel iris. Unless you want to let me give you platinum blond hair and violet eyes." Ino grins brightly. "I've been wanting to try that for ages!"

"Dark brown and hazel is fine." Sasuke's hair was naturally black. Dark brown wasn't all that different and hazel seemed normal enough.

Ino sighs dramatically. "Fine, I suppose I'll just have to get Shisui to let me do it." He'd definitely let her do it. "Alright, do you have a name for your new look? We're going to have to take a picture of you before reversing it so that we can put the profile together. So now is the time to do the tweaking and adjusting." Her fingers massage his scalp as the strands begin to grow between her fingers, straighter, softer, a bit thinner so they lay a little flatter against his head.

"Ryo Minamoto should work." Sasuke looks up at Ino curiously. He'd never seen magic like this before and curiosity was getting the better of him. "Ryo means dragon. So, it's a conversation starter. You can snap a picture whenever." It was a strange sensation. Pleasant, but bizarre. Sasuke could feel his hair was changing somehow.

The massage continues and Ino watches carefully as the browning strands push the raven locks away from Sasuke's head. Then she takes a brush and runs it through Sasuke's hair as it grows inch by inch down past his shoulders. "Ryo, huh? I think I could see that. But I'm going to warn you now that if you decide to get a dragon tattoo, I won't be able to cover that up. I can heal over tattoos and fade out pigments but it works better on smaller tattoos, since too much of that treatment can stress out the DNA strands in your skin cells which ages and damages your skin. That's why Shisui still has so many tattoos. I mainly focus on fading out gang-affiliation tattoos since those are the ones that could really blow someone's cover."

"Alright. No dragon tattoos. It would have been a little too on the nose anyway." Sasuke sighs in contentment. Ino's touch felt pretty nice. It was also good to know the tattoo thing ahead of time. So, that's what Shisui had meant. Speaking of Shisui, Sasuke couldn't help but wonder how he'd feel about his new look. Though that made him sound like some high school kid with their first serious boyfriend.

When the still black pieces of Sasuke's hair fall past his collarbones, Ino brushes his hair back and gathers it into a ponytail at the back of his head. She picks up her silver scissors and twists Sasuke's hair to tighten it a bit. "But you were right earlier, a lot of the people we deal with are into body modification and might try to coax you into getting something done, so if there's anything you want now, all you have to do is ask. I'm trained in piercing and tattooing." The blades bite into the soft strands and sever the ponytail close to the base of his neck.

"I'll have to think about it. Most likely, I'll just go with gang tattoos for the mission. Maybe one or two 'optional' ones to blend in better." Sasuke just wasn't sure what those would be. Whatever he ended up choosing needed to be 'believable.' Butterflies and roses might work for Ino, but few petty criminals were going to take him seriously if he sported something that 'cute.' "Not sure about piercings. Probably earrings and maybe a nose ring." What did gang members get these days anyway?

"Hm…I think I know a few things that might suit you. But we're definitely going with studs, no hoops." Ino brushes Sasuke's hair over the right side of his face to even it out just above his shoulders and add the layers and textures that she would often spend days obsessing over. "Once you find out what your first assignment is, you'll probably have a better idea of what it might take to blend in. But if you pick anything for yourself that you think you'll end up keeping, then make sure that you pick it for you. A lot of people will overlook exactly what a tattoo is as long as there's ink there. Shisui's tattoos aren't standard gang tattoos but they all mean a lot to him, so he wears them with pride and no one asks questions."

"Yeah. I was thinking studs." Sasuke shakes his head a bit at the thought of hoops. Those were too flashy for his tastes. They'd make him stick out in an undercover mission. "I've seen Shisui's tattoos. No one's going to question them because they look fantastic on him, but I'll keep that in mind. You sound almost as excited about tattoos as you do about making someone blond with violet eyes." Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised. Ino struck him as a creative type at her core. Some kind of artist. Only people were her canvases instead of paper.

"I love getting people to express themselves through their body. There's a freedom in it that a lot of our kind don't get very often." Ino twirls her scissors and trims the ends of Sasuke's hair so that they lay even, flat, and layered just above his shoulders. "Alright, I'm done with your hair. Now for your eyes." She puts down her scissors on a small table next to the chair and gently slides her hands over Sasuke's eyes. "Now close your eyes and relax, Sasuke. It might feel a bit funny, but I promise to be gentle."

"I guess I can understand that. Honestly, part of me is just relieved not to have to hide anymore." He glances at the hair laying against his shoulders. It was so different from what he was used to seeing. Longer, straight brown hair had replaced his customary spiky raven hair. "And don't worry. I played with fire for a living. You don't have to worry about scaring me." He closes his eyes, letting Ino work her magic. In some ways, they were similar. They'd found a small slice of freedom in a world that rarely granted it. The only difference was Ino had found it through artistic expression and Sasuke had discovered it within his flames and lightning.

Ino's fingers give off a gentle glow, they flicker blue and green for an instant, then the glow dies and she removes her hands. "I darkened the pigment of your skin just around your eyes to give you a bit of an edgy, gothic touch to your new look. That way you won't have to apply eyeliner to make your eyes pop." She grins brightly, more than pleased with her work. She presses a button on the back of the chair and a mirror unfolds from the end of the right arm. "Go on, Sasuke, take a look."

Sasuke had never really put much thought into his looks. He was comfortable in his own skin and had never bothered with a makeover unless you counted holidays. Sasuke didn't. Dressing up for a costume party was different than changing your everyday appearance. So, he was pleasantly surprised when he looked into the mirror.

It was very different from his usual look. His chestnut brown hair now reached his shoulders. His onyx irises had been replaced by hazel ones that nearly glowed with color thanks to Ino's natural eyeliner trick. He barely recognized himself. "I feel like another person. I barely recognize myself. You did good." Instinctively, he toys with a strand of straight hair. It was such a surreal sensation.

"You mean I did amazing!" Ino's spring water blue eyes sparkle in delight. "You look almost as hot as you did before." She runs her hands through his hair to part it on the left side of his head. "I doubt even your mom would recognize you like this."

"Yeah. Amazing." Sasuke gazes at his altered appearance again. It was both comical and reassuring to her Ino say his real self was 'hotter,' but he could get used to this look. She was right about his mother, though. Mikoto Uchiha wouldn't recognize him. Hell, Sasuke almost didn't believe the person staring back at him was actually him, but it was. "She'd be shocked."

A laugh comes from the edge of the room and the door to the studio closes with a click. "I think she'd also be proud that her son is so determined to use his powers to protect people." In the mirror, Shisui appears, his gaze glimmering with amusement. "A little more work and you'll look like the hottest petty criminal on the street."

"You're right. Mother would be proud. She's always been a bit more...understanding than Father. He's more traditional." Sasuke watches Shisui closely as he tries not to wince at what Fugaku Uchiha would say about all of this. His father was more in line with Itachi's philosophy of blending in, but in the end he'd decided to let Sasuke sink or swim on his own merits. Probably because he figured Itachi would keep him from doing anything too crazy. "And what's that little more work comment supposed to mean?" If Ino wasn't next to him right now, Sasuke would huff.

"It means that right now, you look more like a runway model than a criminal." Shisui chuckles huskily and strides up behind Sasuke to get a better look at him. He places a hand on the back of the chair and nods approvingly. "And that means that Ino's next job is going to be making you look dangerous. That shouldn't be hard, I remember how you scowled as a kid. You looked like you were going to kill someone."

Sasuke scowls. The last thing he wanted was for Shisui to think of him as a little kid. "It shouldn't be hard because I am dangerous. I can fry people alive or turn them into extra crispy bacon." It was one of the things he loved the best about his natural affinities. The primal power behind them. "But you're right. I need to look more like one of them. Ino and I already talked about tattoos and piercings." A bit.

"You have, have you?" Shisui's eyes gleam with mischief and he runs his fingers carefully along the curve of Sasuke's right ear. "I'm kind of surprised that she's being so gentle with you. I remember the last time I was thinking about a new tattoo, she just sat me down in her chair and told me to pick something from her sketchbooks. That's how my flock of ravens happened." He glances down at the hair on the floor and raises an eyebrow. "Extra gentle, it looks like. She worked on you the slow way."

He shivers at the contact. With or without magic, Shisui's touch was electrifying. It was distracting. So much so, that Sasuke almost didn't register the rest of what Shisui was babbling about. "Probably because I'm new. What do you mean the slow way...?"

Ino giggles and pokes her head around Shisui's shoulder. "He means that I didn't introduce you to my clippers. It's just faster to get hair changed to a different color using those, and it takes less energy because there's less wasted on growing the hair out so I can remove the old color. But you're new, so I took my time and let you get used to the process because I thought rushing might freak you out a little."

"Right. Clippers. Well, it was a successful transformation." Sasuke gestures to himself. There was no denying a few finishing touches would be needed before his first assignment, but it was a good base. "So, you can try those next time. How long does it take for the disguises to wear off?"

"That's the beauty of Ino's abilities. The disguises take about a year to wear off naturally by Ino's estimation." Shisui curls the ends of Sasuke's new brown hair around his fingers. "So we never have to worry about the disguises wearing off unexpectedly while we're out on an assignment. The disguise is effectively permanent until the power she puts into it runs out."

"Wait. I can't change back for a year?" Sasuke blinks not sure how he felt about that. It was one thing to wear a 'costume' for awhile, it was another to become someone else for an entire year. "Doesn't that defeat the purpose of undercover missions? Unless you can assume the same identity over and over?"

Ino rolls her eyes. "You asked how long it takes to wear off. It only lasts that long if I don't reverse it. I always reverse it when Shisui, Neji, or I come back from a mission."

"Don't worry, Sasuke, you won't be stuck like this." Shisui squeezes Sasuke's shoulder. "The only reason that you would be stuck in a disguise for a year is if something happened to Ino. And if something did happen with Ino, you can be sure that I would be in there to rescue her as fast as I can." It's something Shisui would do for any member of his team.

"Good to know." Sasuke decides to let the eye roll slide. Mostly because as far as he knew, Ino was the only one who could change them back. Hearing Shisui's explanation also helped. "I know you would. You wouldn't leave a teammate behind."

"Never." Shisui claps Sasuke on the shoulder. "Now, finish planning your first criminal persona's look with Ino. When you're done, come find me and I'll walk you through how to build a criminal profile that people will believe."

"Alright. We'll finish up here and I'll come find you." Sasuke nods before looking at Ino. "Go with the most common gang tattoos and the piercings we talked about. Nothing huge in size as far as tattoos go. Other than that do whatever it takes to make it look convincing."

"You won't need gang tattoos, Sasuke, don't worry." Shisui grins and ruffles his cousin's hair. "I'm planning on sending you somewhere you won't need those."

"Then where are you sending me? You said I was supposed to look like a criminal." He frowns at the hair ruffling feeling like a kid on their first day of school.

"Someone's out there selling drugs that normal cops can't seem to find. I checked out one of the victims." Shisui's grin hardens with determination. "Someone's using their abilities to make a drug that's lethal to regular people and untraceable. We've been tasked with putting a stop to it and finding the supply chain."

"We'll find the damn bastards then." Sasuke scowls. That was murder, pure and simple. They had to put a stop to it. "I'll see you in a bit. I'm sure Ino can come up with something dangerous."

Shisui grins slyly. "I look forward to it."