Venatori
Summary: Kankuro was a few minutes too late, and Kiba died. Now, Shino and Hinata work to ensure that no more traitors get away alive. Divergence from chapter 212.
The Laughing Phoenix does not own Naruto and makes no profit from this work, other than her sense of accomplishment.
WARNING: Character death. Blood, gore, and questionable use of medical knowledge and techniques. Some OOC-ness. Language.
The Art of Being a Legend
Shiroi and Kuroi had cause to be thankful for the support of their fellow hunter-nin over the next few months, as they adjusted to the status of their new masks. In the past they'd been ghosts, staying largely to the shadows, interacting with other people only as various personas when undercover. This business of being visible was strange.
The first time the Fangs reported back from a hunter-nin mission after being made notorious, they nearly forgot to make their visit to Tsunade's office public. It wasn't until they were on the roof of Hokage Tower that Shiroi grabbed Kuroi's wrist. "We're supposed to let them see us," she hissed.
Kuroi hissed under his breath, but changed his route, detouring to land in the hallway before the Hokage's receptionist. Shiroi joined him a moment later, and the pair did their level best to ignore the indrawn breath behind them as, to the casual observer, they appeared out of nowhere.
To their credit, the shinobi on desk duty didn't react beyond announcing their names to Tsunade. (Jakkaru, tickled by this, later started a new rumor that the Fangs could walk through shadows.)
Their next mission as the Fangs was with Heko as backup for Mujina, who'd inadvertently tracked down two different missing-nin while in the process of hunting a third. She'd followed her target to a bar, only to find the others spending their evening and their money inside. Rather than chance losing them now that she'd found them and refusing to do anything so daft as try and take on all three by herself, she'd sent for backup.
The four hunter-nin rendezvoused halfway up a tree, and Mujina brought the other three up to speed on the targets and their locations. "I had a thought," Heko said, "Mujina, what do you think of using henge to impersonate these two?" she jerked her head at the Fangs. "No offense, puppies, but you two already have a reputation, and we may as well confuse the utter hell out of things while we're at it."
"None taken," the Fangs chorused.
"Don't be creepy," Mujina chided. "I like it, Heko. Did you want to team up for this, or did you want to pick one of them to copy and I'll take the other?"
"We're probably going to have to split up to do this, so I don't see as it matters who we copy," Heko shrugged.
"If we might," Shiroi murmured, "Kuroi and I can henge into each other and switch back and forth as well, if we want to make it worse."
"Devious! I like it." Heko clapped.
The takedowns went off more or less without a hitch, although any eyewitnesses trying to put together a timeline later from split-second views and glimpses out of the corners of their eyes would have been unable to determine which Fang was where at any one time.
Perhaps a month later, the Fangs were sent out to take over a hunt for Koumori, who'd been injured by a flash flood. The older hunter-nin was philosophically annoyed by the injury, which bid fair to sideline him for weeks, and happy to hand over every scrap of information he had on the target to the Fangs. "I am possibly getting too old for this, but I will deny it if you repeat that to Taichou. This mark's pretty fast, but he's predictable. You can work with that."
When the Fangs caught up to the mark, he was in the company of two civilians, exiting a bar. Settled on a roof, the partners considered the situation for a long moment. Taking their target now was an unacceptable risk - too many people around. Ideally they'd have retreated to outside the city limits, waiting for him to leave and ambushing him on the road, but their intel suggested that he was sticking around for the next little while, and the longer the Fangs stayed in one place the better the odds of their being spotted became.
A brief conference later, the partners began to tail their mark at a distance, slipping from rooftop to rooftop to tree. Kuroi took a moment to be grateful that few people bothered to look up for a tail, then froze against a windowsill as the target separated from his companions, waving goodnight. Three minutes and two blocks later, the mark was alone on the street and Shiroi slipped from cover to join Kuroi, hand already dipping into her pouch of senbon. Now?
Now.
The Fangs moved. Three senbon flew through the air, two finding their targets in the mark's neck and shoulder, the third catching in his clothes. Stumbling, the wounded shinobi tried to draw a weapon, but Kuroi had been following in the senbon's shadow and was on him in moments, slapping his hand away from the kunai hilt with one hand and chopping across the throat with the other. The shinobi choked, trying to draw air to call for help or raise the alarm, and fell as Shiroi's toxins and Kuroi's follow-up strike with his own kunai brought him down.
Shiroi joined Kuroi on the street, and working swiftly they bundled the dead shinobi for easier transport to their predetermined disposal site. The sound of a door opening down the street had them snapping upright, staring at the woman goggling back at them from the doorway.
Shiroi recovered first and a quick check with her Byakugan later pressed a swift 'all-clear' into Kuroi's arm. Taking the cue for what it was, Kuroi hoisted the dead body over his shoulder, nodded once at the woman watching, then jumped for the nearest roof. Shiroi followed with a nod of her own, and within minutes the two were under a genjutsu and racing for the city limits.
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As the Fangs' encounters with other shinobi increased - such as they were, 'encounter' being a relative term - Kuroi and Shiroi developed more defined personalities distinct from Shino and Hinata. While both were sardonically polite with slightly twisted senses of humor, Kuroi turned out to be the mouthier of the two, responding to targets, bystanders, and opponents' more dramatic declarations with unimpressed asides to his partner. Shiroi favored simply standing where she was least expected, although her ripostes to Kuroi's commentary occasionally led to what was almost patter between them.
Jakkaru found it hilarious. Other hunter-nin were less comfortable with the Fangs habits of finishing each others thoughts and half-spoken conversations, but their status as both the youngest and the newest members of the division meant most treated them with the bemused affection afforded a particularly precocious younger relative. A handful went out of their way to expand the Fangs' legend, offering them larger roles on group missions and talking them up to peers in other ANBU divisions.
Suna's Bingo Book added the Fangs in fairly short order, labeling them as allies to be treated with respect and caution. Those Suna shinobi who listened to Konoha's rumor mill were quick to pick up on the growing avalanche of rumors Jakkaru had triggered, and promptly spread variations on the tales that had been running around Konoha. From there, Iwa shinobi picked up the whispers, generating new ones. Meanwhile, shinobi guards hired by merchants trading to and from Nami no Kuni spread rumors in Kiri's direction, and before long the stories made their way to Kumo. Rumors from Kumo met rumors from Iwa and spawned fresh.
"They can sense evil, it calls to them like a lodestone. It's why Konoha sends them after the really bad ones."
"They're probably the results of experiments - everyone knows Orochimaru was up to hinky shit, and Konoha kept some of his research subjects on their payroll."
"I've heard it said they're dreamwalkers. They'll slip into your dreams and kill you, and unless you wake up before you die, you won't wake up at all."
"They feed on fear. It gives them a boost, lets them keep going for days without rest."
"Give them half a chance and they'll eat your heart."
Jakkaru would have been able to recognize the seeds he'd planted, but the fruit they'd borne was far beyond his expectations.
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Even though it was 03.00, Shino was awake when the messenger arrived at his living room window with a summons for Kuroi to report to the Hokage. His sleep had been disturbed, and he'd given it up as a bad job half an hour prior and gotten up to read for a bit before trying to fall back asleep. Summoning kikai to destroy the message, he swiftly changed into his hunter-nin gear and grabbed his small field pack before heading to the Hokage's office.
Hinata was sleeping deeply when the messenger arrived for her, but her seal schema woke her readily enough. She'd cleaned, replenished and repacked her kit immediately after her last hunter-nin mission, making it easy to collect and go, and her greater proximity to Hokage Tower meant she reached it at the same time as Kuroi.
When the Fangs arrived, it was to find Ryouken, Ibiki, and Jakkaru already waiting in Tsunade's office, along with a pair of black-ops they didn't recognize. "Here's the situation," Tsunade told them the minute the door had locked behind them. "We have a priority one mark who needs to be brought down as soon as we can possibly catch him." She flipped a photo up off her desk, holding it up by two fingers so the assembled shinobi could see. "This is Saito Arata. He's a tokubetsu jounin, and until recently he held a position among the desk shinobi."
"Saito's most recent evaluation raised a few flags, and due to his access to restricted documents my office had him under observation," Ibiki rumbled. "We thought it was stress. Instead, he didn't show up for work yesterday morning and nobody seems to have seen him since mid-afternoon the day before. His apartment is abandoned."
"With respect, Ibiki-san, is there anything to indicate that this wasn't a breakdown?" Jakkaru asked.
"According to the logs, Saito spent quite a lot of time the day before yesterday in Records. Hokage-sama had two other desk shinobi go looking this morning - there's a significant chunk of documentation missing."
The hunter-nin froze. "What, exactly?" Ryouken asked finally.
Tsunade shrugged. "It's a mixed bag. Summary sheets from medical records. Patrol records, along with the identities of a half-dozen ANBU who run outposts. Financials for the hospital. Evaluations from the last five Jounin Exams. Assorted other odds and ends, more than enough to do serious damage to this village."
"In my experience, when a shinobi stages a grab-and-run like this, they've got a buyer lined up." Ibiki said, grim.
"Unfortunately, we don't know who his buyer is, or what prompted him to act now." Tsunade flicked the photo at Kuroi, who caught it. "I need you to do what you do best and bring him down. While I'm sure Ibiki would appreciate it if you dragged Saito in alive, your priority is stopping him before he hands off the information he's carrying to whoever wants it."
"Yes, Hokage-sama," the Fangs chimed.
"We'll leave immediately," Shiroi added.
"Hold your horses, we're not done here yet." Tsunade sat back in her chair. "While the Fangs follow Saito's trail, you two," she pointed at the black-ops "are their backup. This is their show, but if it goes sideways I want you in range if they need you. In the event that you identify Saito's buyer, you are to take the opportunity to identify everything you can about him, up to and including temporarily inserting yourself into his life, while the Fangs hustle back to Konoha with the papers. If retrieving the documents is impossible," Tsunade's eyes flicked from mask to mask, "destroy them."
Tsunade turned to the Fangs. "I'm not assigning you babysitters, I'm assigning you backup. Use it. Saito alone is well within your skills and a low A-rank, but due to the sensitive nature of the stolen documents this is an S-rank mission. Treat it with the caution it demands."
"Yes, Hokage-sama!"
Shiroi accepted a folder from Ibiki, and the four ANBU decamped outside, crouching together behind a roof beam. "We'll be starting from Saito's home," she explained to the black-ops. "He's just a couple of blocks from here."
The taller of the black-ops nodded, then introduced himself as Kuren and his partner as Misago. "We'd prefer to stick with you if possible so we can respond quickly, but we'd like to be neither underfoot nor in the way. What do you prefer?"
Kuroi shook his head. "It'll depend on how Saito ran. For now, stick a bit behind us, we'll either signal you to fall back or catch up to us once we have a sense of what we're dealing with."
Saito's apartment, when the Fangs let themselves in, could at first blush have been any working shinobi's place. A bookshelf and weapons rack warred for space along one wall, while the neatly-organized kitchen was heavy on non-perishables. The bedroom showed no obvious signs of flight either, wardrobe still half-full of clothing.
Closer examination, however, established that Saito's pack was gone, as were some of his clothes and several scrolls. The weapons rack was denuded, the only things left behind worn or in need of care. Any personal papers Saito might have stored, such as his identification papers or medical record, were also missing. Shiroi found a collection of books about the Elemental Nations - much of the chapters on Mizu no Kuni and Kaminari no Kuni had been torn out. She brought them to Kuroi where he knelt beside the bed, kikai swarming through the sheets to pick up traces of Saito's chakra. "We may have a direction to start in."
Kuroi set a hand on the bed so his kikai could swarm back up his sleeve, then pushed himself to a standing position. "We know he didn't go out the gate, so the eastern wall it is."
They nearly missed the route Saito had taken in his flight from Konoha - a narrow passageway that ran along inside the wall before opening in a small culvert. Only the faintest traces around the edges of the doorway, designed to look like just another panel in the wall as it was, caught their attention.
Kuroi waved the black-ops up to join them. Misago whistled. "I wonder how he found this. I'd have completely missed it."
"There are likely classified copies of the blueprints in the archives," Shiroi said absently, working the panel open. "It does make you wonder," she went on.
"-what other tidbits Saito picked up," Kuroi finished the thought.
Kuren rubbed the side of his head. "You know, I thought Saru was joking when he talked about you finishing each others' sentences."
"Not quite," the Fangs chorused. "Shall we?" Shiroi took point for the trip through the passageway, which at several points had them turning sideways to squeeze through and once dropping to a crawl. The gate covering the drainage culvert at the other end was completely loose, and Misago scaled the wall again to alert the pertinent individuals of the security breach while the Fangs went on.
For all that Saito's egress from Konoha had been hidden, his trail was fairly straightforward for the Fangs to follow. He'd been in a hurry, and in his haste hadn't covered his trail as well as he might. Kuren dropped back, allowing them to take a lead, and when the Fangs finally paused to regroup that evening, Misago was with him. "Thoughts?" the taller black-ops asked.
"It's likely Saito ran through the night, and will probably press on as much as he is physically capable," Kuroi said. "We would usually continue a bit longer before stopping for a rest, but given the sensitive nature of his theft…"
"We'll keep moving for now," Shiroi completed the thought. "Are you two sufficiently rested to stick with us, or shall we leave a trail for you?"
"We'll be fine," Kuren said. "If it becomes an issue, we'll let you know."
"You sure you can follow him through the night?" Misago asked. "Not that I doubt your skills, but night-time tracking is rough and you've probably been awake as long as we have."
"We have a few tricks in our arsenal," Shiroi told the black-ops ANBU.
"And having a partner always helps." Kuroi added. "Shall we be off?"
Their pace was slower, neither of the Fangs willing to chance losing the trail in the dark, but they were moving briskly nonetheless. Three hours before dawn, the Fangs halted again, this time to scarf down a ration bar each and catch a short nap. As the pre-dawn lightened the eastern sky they were awake and off again, quietly discussing the geography ahead.
"North?" Shiroi gestured sharply upwards with her left hand.
"River canyons," Kuroi replied, tracing a jagged line in the air.
"Mmm. No information brokers."
"Hn." Kuroi shrugged. "East…" he swept an arm out ahead of himself.
"Mostly farming villages."
"Depends on how far he goes."
By noon the trail was turning north, and the black-ops caught up to pace the Fangs. "Listen," Misago said, "We're slowing, and we're not much use to you tired. We're going to pause and catch you up later."
"Sounds like a good plan." Shiroi said.
"We'll leave a trail for you to follow," Kuroi told the black-ops. "Here," he stopped on a branch and scored a skinny triangle into the bark, longer end pointing in the direction of their travel.
"Looks good," Misago said. "Good hunting."
With a nod, the Fangs were away. Another few hours of tracking led them into a narrow ravine, and from there down a narrow stream. Kuroi's hive turned up buried cooking scraps and ashes on the stream bank, less than half a day old. While Saito had had a substantial lead, the Fangs were gaining. They paused at Saito's abbreviated campsite to eat their own meal, then followed the trail downstream.
Either Saito did not expect to be so closely pursued, or his own energy was flagging. By dusk, the Fangs calculated that their target was no more than four hours of brisk travel ahead of them.
Unfortunately, the border of Yu no Kuni was perhaps ten hours away at the same pace. While this wouldn't be the first time they'd pursued a missing-nin past Hi no Kuni's borders, it would make securing the stolen documents more of a concern. Meanwhile, the short rest they'd managed earlier in the day was proving to have been insufficient, and their own exhaustion was catching up with them. After a short discussion, the Fangs booby-trapped a small hollow formed by a boulder and the roots of a massive tree and collapsed into a deep sleep.
Four hours later they shook themselves awake, dismantled their traps, left a mark for their backup to find and were on the move again. The trail continued more or less directly north-east for another hour, then suddenly swung north-west, leaving the Fangs exchanging hurried speculation for the change.
"False trail?" Kuroi asked.
Shiroi shook her head. "Not that I can tell. No signs of ambush or sudden flight."
"If he keeps going this way he's going to run up along the border of Oto."
"Let's hope not."
Fortunately for the Fangs, the sudden dodge west terminated after an hour of tracking when Saito's trail turned sharply north. Their relief at avoiding the complication of dodging Oto patrols was further compounded by the fact that they were closing on Saito. By the signs his passage had left behind, the Fangs estimated that they were no more than an hour from contact.
Their estimate wasn't far off - ten minutes later, Shiroi spotted a shinobi's chakra up ahead, just at the edge of her range. As they got closer, the Fangs slowed their pace to a crawl, easing through the dense forest towards their target. Slowly, careful not to draw attention, they settled against tree trunks that allowed them a clear view of their target.
Saito was alone, rather the worse for wear from his days of flight - his clothing and skin were grimy, and he kept looking around nervously, twitching at the slightest noise. Standing in a dip between two hills, leaning against a stone, his hands tugged convulsively at his pack where it rested at his feet.
Kuroi gave Shiroi an interrogative glance, to which she replied with a swift shake of the head. No sign of Saito's presumed buyer. Take him now? she gestured.
Kuroi nodded, and Shiroi sent poison senbon whistling through the air, Kuroi following up with a kunai.
Saito reacted just in time to knock dodge one of the senbon, though only one of the others struck skin, the rest catching in clothes or pack. "U-Uchiha-san?" Saito gasped, blocking Kuroi's kunai with his arm, leaving a deep gash.
"Saito Arata, you are charged with selling Konoha's secrets to her enemies," Kuroi snapped, shunshining to a nearby branch. Drawing another kunai, he spun it lazily across his fingers.
Saito hesitated for one lethal second, torn between flight and fight. Shiroi exploited it expertly, shunshining close and slapping one chakra-laden palm across Saito's ear. The older shinobi dropped, and within minutes the younger shinobi were stripping him of his pack, shoes and coats, searching for the missing papers. One packet, the largest, turned up in the lining of his pack, right where it rested against his spine. Others surfaced in the lining of his coat sleeves, the back of his flak vest, and inside a compartment in his shoes.
Shiroi, still channeling chakra through her fingertips, pulled open Saito's shirt and hissed. Under her touch messages appeared, ink bleeding black on the fabric of Saito's clothes. Kuroi hummed. "Take the whole thing?"
"We'll have to." Leaving Saito where he lay, Shiroi yanked a scroll from her pack and unfurled it on the ground. Pulling a short brush and small bottle of ink from another pocket, she quickly filled in the gaps on the seal array on the scroll, readying it to take Saito as well as his belongings.
A rustle had their heads snapping up, Kuroi jumping to his feet and drawing fresh weapons. At the appearance of Kuren and Misago, he relaxed, returning one to its holster. The black-ops kept back, watching Shiroi work next to Saito. "Good work," Misago said.
"Did you happen to get a name?" Kuren wanted to know.
"Uchiha," Kuroi said, turning his attention back to the problem of Saito's belongings. Muffled cursing from the black-ops nin drew his eye back to them.
"If by Uchiha he meant Uchiha Itachi, then you two need to take the package and bail," Kuren said. "From what I've heard about his recent activity… well, never mind, just hurry."
The Fangs, roughly familiar with Uchiha Itachi's reputation and his confrontation with Hatake Kakashi, Sarutobi Asuma, and their own sensei Kurenai, did not wait to be told twice, Kuroi helping Shiroi arrange Saito and his belongings for sealing. That done, Shiroi returned the scroll to her pack and they joined Kuren and Misago in the tree. "Saito had stopped when we caught up to him," Kuroi told the other pair. "He expected an Uchiha."
Misago pointed south and west, roughly in the direction of Konoha. "Run, cousins. Get back to the village as fast as you can, we'll keep an eye out behind. Do me a favor, and don't let anyone catch up to you, not even if it's us."
The Fangs didn't hesitate to take Misago's advice. They pressed on as quickly as they could manage, using soldier pills and catnaps to make what would have normally been four days of travel in two and a half. When they finally stumbled back into HQ, it was only their strictest self-control keeping them upright. Ryouken ordered them into chairs in his office, then sent Jakkaru running for the Hokage.
Tsunade swept through the door in short order, waving the Fangs back into their chairs when they tried to rise. "It's good to see you back. What do you have for me?" Ibiki followed, shutting the door behind them.
In lieu of a verbal answer, Shiroi pulled the scroll Saito and his belongings had been sealed into from the inside of her jacket and unrolled it on the floor. A long moment to gather her chakra later, she released the contents.
"The whole thing?" Ibiki asked.
"Saito appeared to have written information on his clothes," Kuroi told him. "We were reluctant to chance leaving sensitive information, and very short on time." He launched into a verbal report, Shiroi chiming in with her recollections and observations.
Ryouken frowned behind his mask as they went on, beginning to talk over each other and stumble through the words. Once they had finished describing their parting with the black-ops shinobi, he held up a hand to stop them. His question, however, was addressed to the Hokage. "Tsunade-sama, I think we've heard everything we need to know at the moment. With your permission, I'd like to dismiss the Inu to get some sleep."
"Granted," Tsunade said immediately. "I'll want to see a written report in twelve hours, but anything further can wait until then." She smiled at Shiroi and Kuroi. "You've done very, very good work. Thank you both for your service to the village."
The Fangs stumbled upright and bowed. Jakkaru stopped them at the door to the office, directing them to one of the crash rooms kept for general ANBU use. "I know you'd rather be home, but do an old man a favor and catch a few hours here. You're exhausted and I'd rather have you under my eye until we're sure you won't fall asleep standing up."
"You're hardly old," Kuroi grumbled, Shiroi humming agreement, but the Fangs took the key to the crash room and went to collapse, barely managing to shed boots, coats and packs by the door before crawling onto the cots and falling asleep.
While they slept, Kuren and Misago stumbled back into Konoha. "I didn't get close," Kuren told the Hokage, "but he was wearing the Akatsuki cloak, alright, and I got a look at the Sharingan. There is no doubt in my mind that he let us go."
Misago agreed. "We were less than a minor annoyance."
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Pulled from hunter-nin missions for three weeks after the successful completion of their first S-rank, Shino and Hinata decided to take advantage of the relative down-time by taking a mission escorting a Sunan delegation around Konoha. Temari was present, as had become her habit as the closest thing Suna had to an ambassador to Konoha, but Kankuro had tagged along as well. The siblings happily greeted Shino and Hinata at the Hokage's office, and by the time the group left the building they were deep in conversation, Temari congratulating Hinata on their promotion and Kankuro describing a ninjutsu he'd run across on his last mission to Shino.
"Seriously, though," Kankuro told Shino and Hinata as they settled down at a table for dinner, "congrats on the promotion. That's from Gaara, too."
"Thank you," Hinata said, "and please pass on our thanks to Gaara-sama."
"Will do," Temari said. "You really should take missions out our way more often. Other than that mission you were leading a couple months back, Hinata, this is the first time we've had a chance to talk in… what, six months now?"
"About that," Kankuro agreed. "I mean, there are letters, but I'm not very good at remembering to write."
"The fault hardly lies with you," Shino murmured. "Our schedule can keep us out of the village for weeks at a time, which does not lend itself to correspondence."
Kankuro hummed agreement. "I don't know how you do that. It's necessary work," he added, raising a hand to forestall Temari's comment, "but give me shorter assignments any day."
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The Fangs' first assignment post-Saito Arata was the hunter-nin equivalent of a milk run. Their second, at first blush a similarly straightforward mission, went sideways in a hurry. The mark, believed to be operating more or less alone, proved to have become involved with one of the criminal organizations that had popped up in the wake of Gatou's death and the subsequent implosion of his business interests. As a result, what should have been a hunt of a fortnight at most devolved into a five-week-long series of chases, skirmishes, and old-fashioned espionage. Shino spent too many evenings in bars with his head down and ears open, while Hinata passed an interminable evening using her Byakugan to track their mark and wound up with a migraine.
In the end Fukurou, who had a mark of her own in the area, ended up getting involved, running backup and playing lookout-cum-rearguard as the Fangs excised the mark from the other members of the organization and disposed of him. While effective, the operation was messier than the Fangs liked and the body's destruction was a rushed affair. When they'd finished, the Fangs rendezvoused with Fukurou, watching from hiding as the organization seethed in the wake of their passing.
"Well, bad luck." Fukurou mused, watching a number of thugs posture as they discussed their plans for whoever had 'challenged' them. "It happens."
"I am afraid that makes it no less of an annoyance, Fukurou-san," Kuroi said dryly.
"We're usually better-coordinated than this," Shiroi added.
"I remember," she teased, "it is a pain, though, and this is going to do interesting things to that reputation of yours."
The Fangs shuddered. "Thank you again for your assistance," Shiroi said to Fukurou. "If there's anything we might do to return the favor?"
"I appreciate the offer, and I might take you up on it another time, but I've got a longer time frame for this one. I should be good."
"In that case, we will take our leave," Kuroi said. "Good hunting."
A/N:
Re: the mythos that built up around the Fangs: Well, that escalated quickly.
Next Chapter: Shatterpoint
