Chapter 17: Checkmate
Parings : Naru/Sasu….duh.
Rating: K-T (first) M-NC-17 (later)
Disclaimer: I do not own the sheer genius "Naruto"; Shippuden of other. The honours go to Masashi Kishimoto and his genius brain that created this masterpiece.
Summary: Remember the summer camp you went to; that quaint place out in the woods, by a lake, sitting around a campfire telling ghost stories and eating s'mores? Well this summer school, sure as hell, isn't that. Three months, Sasuke, teenage delinquents, illegal alcohol, prescription drugs, annoying shrinks, escape plans, a Shitzu from hell, and new relationships; welcome to camp. NaruSasuNaru.
A/N: Prepare for another side of Sasuke...the 'don't-touch-what-is-mine' side...or is that his normal side...o.O? Personally I'm half and half with #bitchSasuke. It's cute when he gets snippy but he's more mature to be pulling it off full time.
A/N2: #RANT: Who else gets so pissed off when every other word in a fic is 'baby'? I'm pretty sure if Naruto called Sasuke 'baby' he would meet his spleen.
Sasuke didn't even pretend to not stare at the recording of Naruto, dutifully clad in his form fitting camouflage army print fatigues and tight long sleeved black shirt, standing behind a Pl/Exo-glass window, ears covered with mufflers and a black gun in his hand.
His body's isosceles stance was perfect; legs shoulder width apart, left leg slightly in front; hands at eye-level, elbows locked. The blond released five shots in succession, each one hitting the target in the dead centre; he didn't flinch from the recoil just followed through with the following shots.
A vision of what Naruto might look when in the actual military suddenly sprang up before his eyes; Powerful...forceful... fearless...spellbinding.
"Is that what you scheduled this session for..." he quietly asked Kakashi. "...to show me this?"
The silver haired man marked off something on the paper before him and turned to the Uchiha. "No." he replied, "That's just coincidence...but since you're here..." Kakashi said tapping the screen with his pen, "...tell me...what do you see."
Sasuke frowned slightly, why was Kakashi asking him for his opinion? He took a moment to study the feed. "He's...comfortable. That environment is familiar to him." Sasuke said shifting closer, "He doesn't flinch, doesn't doubt himself...he's confident with what he's doing and knows exactly what to expect from his actions."
The man smiled, Sasuke was living up to his expectations, and surpassing them even.
"Exactly; he's passing all six categories: reaction, competence, understanding, confidence, aptitude and knowledge..." Kakashi said pushing away from the monitor, "...but look at this." He zoomed into Naruto's eyes. Sasuke's own orbs widened at the flat blue emotionless eyes.
"He's...distancing himself." He murmured leaning in, "...why?"
"I really don't know... I suspect it's one of two reasons," Kakashi concluded tapping his pen, "either he comfortable enough to find the constant repetition so soothing that he can relax or he's replaying some memory that makes him go apathetic. No flashes of anger or remorse...I'm forced to analyse his behaviour and it's similar to one of complete pathological denial...but something is telling me ... pushing me to believe that isn't the case here...there's something else."
"Then ask him about it." Sasuke suggested.
"I've tried." He responded despondently.
"How about Freudian relaxation technique or hypnotism?" the raven offered turning away from the screen.
Kakashi frowned, "I don't do hypnotism...it's a cheap way to get information when the patient can't control their answers...it's cheating plain and simple."
Sasuke snorted and flung himself on the couch, "A shrink with a conscience...fuck me with a nine iron."
"Sasuke," Kakashi asked facing him switching on the discreet session timer and ignoring the curse, "where do you see yourself in five years...and please, answer me honestly."
A black head met the back of the sofa, eyes slipping closed, "I don't know."
"What did you want to be growing up?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"Favourite music genre?"
"I don't know." A teasing smile played over thin lips.
Kakashi snapped. "I'm going to go over the questions just one more time and I want the truth Uchiha."
"Fine...growing up I wanted to be a ninja." He answered smirking not even looking to confirm Kakashi's rolling eyes. "Christ, calm the hell down, I wanted to be a doctor...the medical kind...like my mother."
"Which field?" Kakashi asked evenly.
"I dabbled with cardiac surgery for some time but I then decided on oncology." He answered, "...a friend of my brother had cancer...after she died Itachi...changed."
"How?" Kakashi pressed.
"He became..." he paused, "...extremely sensitive...I grew up with a mostly distant Itachi...but after Konan died...he shifted his priorities...and...I became the centre of them."
The grim slash on his face made Kakashi shift tactics. "Sasuke...before you came here, where did you see yourself in five years?"
He snorted, "Dead."
Kakashi severely crushed his flinch. "Why?"
Ignoring the question Sasuke levered up to stare the man before him in the eyes, "By this time you've developed some theories about why I'm a pyromaniac...haven't you?"
"Yes..." Kakashi replied, "I have...why?"
"Humour me." he settled back down.
"I suspected you developed this fascination with fire...not because of the pop-culture psycho-babble about retrograde psychosis...because you felt like your life was changing too rapidly for you to keep up with, and in a desperate attempt to find something you could control you found fire; fire is power and power is change...but somewhere along the line you were influenced by some other negative forces and you started burning things down things for either some kind of twisted metaphor of your life or a desperate way to distance yourself from reality..." he said, "...and you're portraying self-destructive tendencies...why I really don't know yet."
'Cohesive,' Sasuke thought. '...but wrong.' "I'm really not doing anything like that." He replied simply while shrugging. "Fire is just...pretty."
A pause; then: "Sasuke, what kinds of music do you like?"
"Classical, mostly 17 century to 19'th," he thought, "...I also like punk alternative and indie rock."
"Favourite movie genre of movie itself?" he prodded.
"That's easy; 'Pirates of the Caribbean'." He replied.
"Why?"
Sasuke shot him an irritated look; "The Adonis called Jack Sparrow." The 'duuhhh' permeated the air.
"Favourite band?" the psychoanalyst asked.
"Green Day." He replied softly, eyes still closed.
"Song?" he asked pen poised to jot down the name of the song.
Sasuke sighed mind flitting over a lyric line; '...I walking down this line, that divides somewhere in my mind...On the border line, of the edge and where I walk alone...' and whispered "...Boulevard of Broken Dreams."
Damn. That said a lot.
"Which dreams of yours are broken, Sasuke?" Kakashi asked tenderly putting the pen and writing pad away.
A soft snort came from Sasuke, "Future...family...fulfilment...love...take your pick."
"Love," Kakashi stated leaning back, "...you don't believe you will find it?"
"It's not that I don't believe I'm going to find it...I just don't expect to find it..." he rebutted, "...remember all those fairy tales you were told growing up...about a soul mate...your perfect match...I don't have one...they certainly broke the mould when they made me."
"You're seventeen Sasuke...that's a very...dismal... outlook for someone so young."
The raven pushed off the couch and turned to the door with some soft and simple parting words, "Kakashi...I stopped being young when I was nine."
(*)(*)(*)
He lingered in the library after the mass petered out. Reaching in his knapsack he pulled out the file on Orochimaru that he hadn't had the time to look over.
Two full pages: "Orochimaru Sannin; sixty seven years old; native of Sunagakure. Currently the government appointed overseer and proctor of the fifth district in Iwagakure with special governance over the Maito Gai Rehabilitation Institute. Appointed to the position three years ago after successfully spearheading an operation that dissolved one of the major gangs in his province.
The only son of a former member of the autocratic Sunagakure High Council, which was dissolved after the municipal government reform movement that created the current democratic system, Orochimaru Sannin attended the Sunagakure Institute of Science at nineteen years old after a proficiency test proved his Intelligence Quotient to be 190 points."
Sasuke whistled, damn...seems like he was surrounded by genii.
"Orochimaru Sannin; Ma., PhDs. in Medical Science, specializing in Biochemistry, Microbiology and Toxicology from the Sunagakure Institute of Science.
After proving master-ship of his disciplines in 1967, he was taken as a partner in a private medical facility specializing in research for eradicating the deadly immuno-suppressor Haomuri Virus headed by duo prominent medical practitioners; Senjuu Tsunade, PhDs and her husband Senjuu Jiraiya, ."
Sasuke stopped dead; retracing the words over and over again. Holy shit. There was no freakin' way Tsunade was that... old. The woman looked like she wasn't a day over thirty...not over sixty-five...yeesh.
The partnership dissolved after under unknown circumstances. Fifteen years ago Orochimaru applied and was given a research grant to China to undertake the study of the medicinal application of Chinese traditional medicine, specifically the use of opium.
The study resulted in a docile but effective anesthetizer synthesized from opium and mandrake root, currently used on minor and major physical operations, such as skin grafting and the setting of major broken bones and psychological treatments for Bipolar Disorder and ADHD. Upon receiving the Five Countries Award for Medicinal Achievement six years ago and others..."
Sasuke skimmed down over the list of multiple medical awards the man had received in the following years to read this: "... After being recognized as a major asset to the government he stated his intention of being a representative of the local branch of government in Iwagakure.
After his appointment he immediately took on the challenge of youth unemployment. He's been known for charitable work by reinvesting the government's surplus taxes to supply assistance in the form of vocational and skills training and job placement for local youth groups in the country leading to his nomination for the internal Philanthropist award."
He skimmed down to meet this: "...Orochimaru on his last public notice informed the nation of his diagnosis of pancreatic cancer and at the end of the current term in office, which concludes in seven months, is going into retirement."
He closed the file. Reading between the lines was starkly easy...the man was diabolically smart; conning the government to basically fund its own destruction and building his own personally underground army. He grinned, about time he had a worthy opponent.
(*)(*)(*)
History kicked off with a bang.
No literally, with a bang...as in gunshot bang.
The shot had firmly clanked against the old metal shield hanging over door in the library rendering most of the gathering wishing they didn't have eardrums. Anko had hijacked the lecture (that was slated for Hayate), and the brash woman had a spectacular idea of giving a lecture, complete with displays, on military weaponry. How that coincided with the stated lesson plan of analysing the resulting global recession after WWII, Sasuke had no damn idea, but whatever.
Lined out on the four long tables in the room were weapons of every size and nature; raging from shotguns, handguns, knives, spools of garrotte wires, grenades, swords, mines, and cage-something made of twisted metal that he didn't even want to think about; every god forsaken material weapon in creation was on display.
Sasuke idly wondered at the sanity of this solely mesh and jacket clad woman; didn't she know there were psychopaths', murders and weapons freaks in the room?
"Okay kiddies," she grinned, holding up a gun flipping it over by the trigger guard, "Does anybody know what this is?"
Quiet reigned for a time then; "It is G41 Gen4," a girl's voice answered, "... specifically a .45 Glock, auto calibre weapon designed for practical and tactical uses."
Sasuke went still, the person he had expected to answer was still quiet beside him... instead that voice was ... TenTen's. Anko's grin was disturbingly large as she faced the girl.
"Perfect," she swooned, flipping the gun over and rubbing it against her face, then to the end of making pulses race, she aimed the gun at the gathering, her left eye in a squint. "Perfect for close and long range shooting with anti-slip grip, extended barrel, silencer attachment and laser eye focus."
She glanced up; "You might be wondering why I'm showing you this," she leaned in eyes glinting, "it's because the best of you are going to undergo shooting training, as the prerequisite of the survival run. Don't get your hopes up kiddies...you won't be allowed real guns, just paintball ones," the word 'paintball' came out like she was spitting out vinegar, "but all the same, you're gonna need it."
"Anko-sensei," TenTen asked eyes glinting manically, "Isn't there a sight radius for that particular mode-"
Tuning them out Sasuke crossed his arms and chair back in front of him and leaned his head into them. The breathlessness had gone but he'd been experiencing small bouts of tiredness at random moments of past few days.
"Iron deficiency...obviously...need more lean protein...' He thought nodding off.
(*)(*)(*)
He had totally forgotten about it. Walking back from History he nudged Naruto and asked, "Where is that demon puppy of yours?"
For a moment the blond looked stunned, then grinned, "Oh, yeah...Kit..."
"Kit..." he snorted, "How...original." and earned himself a playful shove on the shoulder.
"Well, they made him a kennel just shy of the gardening shed, he's kind cool, when he does this thing with his tail..." the blond trailed off, hands behind his head and chatting while Sasuke just tuned him out in favour of just watching him talk; humming occasionally to facilitate attention.
"..and then she said she wanted to slather you in sour cream and jalapeño sauce and lick it of-"
Wait...what? Sasuke snapped out of it to see a smirking Naruto, "You didn't hear a damn word I was saying, didn't you?"
"What can I say; I have an ingrained reaction to buffer stupidity." He teased walking off.
Skipped his usual lunch fare of orange juice and apple, he made his way to the empty gardening shed. Its iron gate was firmly closed but through the mesh he could see what he needed.
'It's unbelievable how naïve these people are,' Sasuke thought, spying a pack of cyanide pellets, used for ant extermination, on an nearby shelf. Because it was already synthesized and dried it was a crying shame those pellets couldn't be converted into the aqueous form.
He snorted, mind running down the mental list of the ingredients for cyanide solution; 'potassium carbonate', 'coke from coals' and 'iron turnings'.
Turning back to the shelves he thought; 'It's like they don't expect anyone with a modicum of chemical aptitude who could utilize some of those chemicals to make bio -bomb...honestly it's ridiculously easy.'
A snort. 'Potassium carbonate... that's easy...,' he thought. 'I just need some potash...fertilizer. It's going to be a little hard separating the 'ash' part(1) but thank you Professor Naikuju for all those pain in the ass chemistry lessons.'
Coal was easy to get as well but the getting iron turnings were kind of difficult, he supposed the cast iron shavings should do as well and, he smirked turning away, there was a whole pile of that in auto shop.
Turning around he traipsed the circumference of the shed and saw the makeshift kennel currently holding the sleeping fox-collie-shitzu. Asleep it wasn't that bad, it was awake that was the problem and apparently his presence had just changed that status.
The thing raised his head and with his uncannily intelligent amber eyes met Sasuke's; they stared at each other until the kit actually rolled his eyes and hunkered back down to resume his nap.
"You're Naruto's... friend..." the kit shifted to glare at him at the sound of his voice, "...he's an odd one isn't he?"
The puppy emitted a sound that suspiciously sounded like a snort. "...he would be to approach a blood crazed, cerberus, mangy mutt like you."
That comment earned him a bristle, and a fanged snarl, Sasuke stared the thing in the eye flatly, "Tell me I'm wrong."
Kit sniffed and promptly turned his back towards him, flicking up his tail baring his dirty rump to the Uchiha.
"So I'm right..." he grinned, "...you are an alien life form...just make sure you don't hurt him because I seriously suspect you wouldn't like to be stuffed and mounted on a wall."
The dog spun around then to look him in the eye. "So we have an accord?"
He wasn't the least surprised when the pup nodded. "Smashing." He drawled walking away.
He couldn't believe he was going to do this but he did. "Gaara," he asked quietly, "The next game is yours but I need to do something."
"The Hyuuga, right." Gaara inferred.
He nodded. Gaara made a small gracious 'have-at-it' gesture with his hand and if it wasn't for the room full of people he would have kissed him, "Thank you." He murmured and with a small brush of his fingertips over Gaara's hand and slipping through the open door approached Neji. The Hyuuga on the small balcony outside was staring listlessly out into the dark air.
"What do you want, Uchiha?" Neji asked tone completely void of emotion. "If I was about to torture myself I would believe you wanted to ask me how I am, but I'm really not up for more distress, so I ask again...what do you need from me."
"A game; if you're up to it." He answered simply.
Neji looked around sharply, eyes flat, "You...offering me a chess match...I don't buy it...what's the catch?"
"None," he replied simply, "You don't even have to tell why you look like death warmed over even though I suspect it's because your esteemed uncle was here with his precious daughter...in fact you don't even have to talk at all. Peace offering; no snide remarks, no contention, nothing...just chess."
A deep crease appeared in the middle of Neji's forehead, "I find it impossible to believe you've actually grown a heart."
Sasuke bristled, "Here I'm trying to actu- you know what Hyuuga fuckoff." He spun around mentally castigating himself for even fostering the notion of even approaching the moon-eyed bastard. He was stopped by a hand on his arm and a question, "...are you sure?"
He nodded tersely.
Neji breathed, eyes softening slightly. "How about a 'Go' match instead...I have my old board in my room."
Sasuke paused for a moment, mind flitting over how many past 'Go' matches between him and Neji that had gone unfinished because they were busy kissing the hell out of each other.
"Fine."
"Follow me."
He was led through the maze of corridors to a section of the boy's dorms he was unfamiliar with.
"You're in Athens?" he asked stepping into the room doing a quick scan. Half of the room was packed full of coloured knickknacks, memorabilia, photos and strewn clothes, the other half was as sombre as the grave; so obviously, that was Neji's half.
The Hyuuga turned away from him and with a practiced motion pulled out the tie that held his hair back in the ponytail. The metre long silky hair fluttered around the slim form like gossamer wings. In that nanosecond he remembered how the silk of that hair would slip through his fingers like water and caress his lax body, but Sasuke refused to delve any deeper into those memories.
Silently, Neji placed the board on the desk between them and sat down across from him while handing him the suede bag filled with obsidian stones. Plucking one out, Sasuke placed one stone in the absolute centre of the board. Neji knew exactly what it was, a dare.
He responded, placing his white stone directly in front of Sasuke's; not shying away from the challenge. They played in silence until, while figuring how to trap some pieces, Neji broke it with a sigh;
"Hiashi-sama was here to tell me that after my term here I'm going to re-accepted into the family...apparently cousin Hinata had plead my case."
"That's...surprising." Sasuke admitted capturing three white stones, "...I thought she didn't like a bone in your body."
"Surprised me too..." the Hyuuga said a stressed tone entering into his voice, "... but the thing is Sasuke... I don't want to be re-accepted into the family...I'd have a better chance drafted into the military. The clan is a dead end, the most I could achieve there is mediocre, running errands for my 'superior' cousins."
The thought of Neji in the military made his lips quirk.
"What?" the Hyuuga asked, capturing two stones.
"You, and your hair, in the military shower room," Sasuke snorted, "...can you say 'locker-bait'?"
The moon eyed teen sat back a hint of a smile dancing over his face, "So you clearly don't think I can survive in the military."
"Behind a cushy desk, sure..." The raven replied flinging an arm over the bed's headboard, "...but you do realize that for active duty you are going to have to cut off all that beautiful, lustrous, insidious medusa-esque, man-capturing hair...your prized possession."
Neji blanched.
Sasuke grinned maliciously, "...and for your alias I'm guessing they're going to resort to your old nickname... 'Ganymede'.(1)"
"And I still blame you for that; that blasted nick-name had followed me every-goddamn-where." Neji recounted teasingly.
A small silence passed in that moment and then Neji sobered with a sigh; "Sasuke... I'm s-"
"Save it Neji," he said flatly capturing the last of Neji's pieces ending the game, "Forget it; platitudes are little more to me than shit right now... I have bigger fish to fry...move on. I have." He stood up, rolling the kinks out of his neck.
A pained smile cut into Neji's face, "Sasuke..."
He spun around, Neji's forehead met his own, grey eyes stared into black ones with a whisper, "I'm eternally sorry."
Sasuke placed a hand on the middle of Neji's chest and pushed; "And I'm sorry that you were blind enough to trust your traitorous uncle; but you still fucked up. I really thought you had more sense than that."
A wry smile crossed Neji's face, "Still no winning with you, isn't there?"
"Yes." He answered simply and left.
Halfway back to the chess room he paused, one hand braced on the wall he closed his eyes for a second; mentally sorting through the emotions waging war in his mind. Finally eradicating them to dust, he calmly re-entered the chess room to just find Gaara alone, staring out the window.
Placing a hand on the Sabaku's shoulder he turned him around, titled his head up and without a sound kissed him.
It was amusing; watching Kiba's left eye and left hand twitch in murderous concordance with every trilled word that came out of Ino's mouth. Ino was talking on the highest register of her voice to either display some kind of nonchalant attitude (like the severe verbal trouncing Sasuke had meted out hadn't affected her at all) or maybe she was just in pathological denial.
Whatever.
"I wonder how long it's going take him to crack." Shikamaru said drowsily head firmly placed in his arms on top of the courtyard stone table.
A sable eyebrow arched, "Nara... do you do anything here but sleep?"
"No," he yawned, "Not really."
Sasuke shook his head, "You really need to go ge-"
"YOSH!" the shout made everyone in the fifty feet radius spin around to behold Lee, Gai's son, sweat riddled, hands on his green clad knees and panting.
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, for some reason he... just... did... not... like... Lee; Gai's freakish look-alike spawn. He didn't like how he looked; he didn't like his perpetual optimism-on-steroids attitude, he didn't like down to his basic material makeup and he sure as hell didn't like him hanging around naïve Sakura.
The bowl-cut hair boy reached up and patted a similar looking Naruto on the back, "Good match youthful friend."
Naruto grinned, shaking out his wet shaking out his wet hair like a lion's mane, "Christ Lee, how the hell do you keep up that pace?"
"The POWERS of YOUTH, my comrade."
"Yeah," Sasuke snorted snidely, "...that and an oil tanker full of steroids."
"Lee-san," another voice interrupted; Sakura's. "...your father wants to speak with you in his office."
The green clad, bushy browed monstrosity bowed so deep his nose nearly met his knees and popped up with a mega-watt grin, "Thank you, lovely Sakura-chan," he practically sung while grasping her hands, "Your magnificent beauty just enhances every time I see you."
Sasuke's jaw tightened imperceptibly; blasted, fucking, brownnoser, charming bastard.
A haze of rose pink washed over Sakura's face highlighting her white uniform; "T...Thank you Lee-san... I'm flattered."
'The only thing left is the bouquet of roses and a box of French chocolates to drop out of the ceiling,' Sasuke sniffed crossly.
"You know Uchiha," Shikamaru said drolly, "...keep that up and one might think you're jealous."
The deadly glare Sasuke shot to the amused Nara just bounced off him, "I just don't like him...he's too damn fucking perfect."
The genius hummed. "Perfect...I get it...perfect...as in physically fit, which you aren't; in possession of a clear conscience which you decidedly aren't; have a set future, which you definitely don't, and has an attraction to females...which you absolutely don't."
Sasuke eyes narrowed to slits, he opened his mouth but this interrupted him, "...Meh...Uchiha... don't get it twisted...I really couldn't care less about that...just make sure your game doesn't blow up in your face."
**** dream sequence****
Sasuke knew he was dreaming but couldn't and wouldn't do a damn thing about it. It was torture redefined. He was back in the gym, hands braced on the cold floor over the blond, lips connected. Then; in complete opposite of what really happened; the lips under his started moving.
The pressure forced Sasuke's mouth open and then a rough mobile tongue was inside exploring unfamiliar territory. The tip of the muscle met the roof of his mouth producing shudders that wracked his entire body. He quested after the pliant muscle and having caught it, suckled hard, proud when the actions elicited a moan from the body under him.
A strong hand reached up to the nape of his neck, under the fall of the fringes of his hair, grasped him and spun him under to gaze up at the looming tan body over him. Sasuke was panting hard. Desire was raging through him like fae-fire and it burned hotter with every second not fulfilled.
He reached up, lacing his fingers through blond hair and stared into summer blue eyes just before pulling the head down into his neck. A hot mouth attached and teeth bit down; Sasuke arch-
'No! No...this wasn't happening.'
His body buckled under the mass above him and his head threw back, mouth opened and screa-
'GET UP UCHIHA!' His subconscious raged.
Sasuke shot out of the bed, eyes wide and panting hard enough he could feel his breath on his boxer clad legs. Bringing his hands to eye level he watched absently as they trembled. Clenching them into fists the pushed the heels of his palms into his eyes and chuckled lowly.
No denying it now, could he? Fall in lust with someone he couldn't have; the story of his damn life.
Flinging off the sheets he dragged on a pair of discarded pants, pulled the hoodie over his black tank top and shot a quick glance over to the bed on the other side of the room. Naruto was sprawled in perfect starfish style. Pale lips quirked as he absently wondered how that single flimsy bed could sustain that body with the miles rock hard muscle. Against every warning shouting in his mind, he edged up to the form, reached out with his hand and brushed feather light finger tips across a tan cheek.
Something shot through his nerve endings his hand and he drew back, clenching his fist. Glancing out the window he judged the time; so what if it was almost three am; he needed air and then to speak with Pein.
He left silently.
***five minutes after****
Sapphire blue eyes slipped open to half-mast, a hand raised up to his cheek that was still tingling. "I wonder where you're always sneaking off to, teme."
"Chidori," Pein said, "...there's something you should kn-"
It was the hollow echoing footsteps that cut off Pein's words and notified him of someone approaching. The Uchiha stopped dead after spinning around to stare at the person approaching him; the following silence in the basement clamoured at his ears.
How did he not anticipate this; what with all the clues right in freaking front of him that he should have picked up on?
His teeth ground; he was slipping.
"You." Sasuke said blankly.
"Me." Renjii said smiling while lounging on the wall as he ran a hand over the wall. "Let me tell you Uchiha... You're... impressive. I've been trying to locate Agent Pein from the moment I was stationed here; you found him in what...a week. I've got to admit," he said knocking the deteriorating wall; "...you've done an admirable job so far breaking him out."
"How did you find him?" he asked tightly.
"By following you, of course." came the nimble reply, "I just thought you should know."
"Who the hell are you really?" Sasuke asked his stomach clenching.
"Mizu Ryuu; actually...C.I.A junior operative..." the guy said, "Renjii is just my code name..." he smiled, "I've been trying to tell you that we have more things in common...like this game of shadow chess we're playing...you found the king piece; I found you..." he leaned forward, "...checkmate."
MUAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA MUAHAHHAHAH HAHAHAHHAHAH *channelling Dr. Evil.*
'Fess up... who suspected Renjii as the inside agent?
MUAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA MUAHAHHAHAH
(*cough cough... #ahem...back to business :)
MUAHAHHAHHHAAAA!
"Separating the 'ash' part" Chemistry: This can actually be done by separating valence electrons that bonds the atoms together into compounds.
Ganymede': PUN: 1; A moon that circles Jupiter, AND 2; a beautiful boy that was abducted by Zeus to be his cup bearer.
A/N: Biology lesson here: A lot of you have been asking me what is wrong with Sasuke. The phytochemical that was pressure sealed in the blueprints is actually a bio-degradable phytotoxin; 'phyto' means 'plant' or 'plant based'. Anybody reading this who has ever suffered from the Flu...it's something like that; the disease doesn't show up immediately. The pathogens, (germs), do cause some minor symptoms at the outset then, just like the Flu, subsides until the bacteria starts to multiply and then the main havoc occurs.
AND
REVIEW DAMNIT!
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B.P
Peace.