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"So much for their looks; but their characters — that is a much more difficult matter. We all have our quirks and no one is ever all bad. Then again, it is not possible for everyone to be all things all the time: attractive, restrained, intelligent, tasteful and trustworthy. We are all different and it is often difficult to know on which aspect to dwell." — Murasaki Shikibu, ~1010 CE

Henge- Underneath the Underneath

Chapter 7: Crashing Waves

Kakashi wasted no time explaining the situation when the returned to the house. Everyone gathered at the table while Naruto ate a late breakfast. "For today, Sakura, Sasuke and I will go with Tazuna to the bridge and Naruto will get his strength back here — You're exhausted from spending the night running up and down trees, I can see it," he cut the blonde off when he began to protest.

"What about training?" Sakura asked, glancing between Naruto and Sasuke, "Neither of them have made it all the way to the top yet."

"Training will have to wait. One more day's worth of training won't do as much good as a day of rest at this point."

"But what about you, Kakashi-sensei? You're still using the crutch!"

"Maa, I'll be alright," Kakashi smiled. If it came to a fight, he was banking on Zabuza not being fully recovered either.

"Why, not that I'm ungrateful," Tazuna cut in, "but when I lied about the mission, why did you not just drop it and go home?" There was a brief pause.

"'To see what is right without doing it bespeaks an absence of courage. Like master, like man.' It's a teaching from the late Hokage," Kakashi explained. There was a stunned silence, broken only when Inari's sniffles and tears grew in volume.

"How… how can you say that!? No matter how hard you work, or what cool-sounding things you say, you're no match for Gato's men! You're all gonna die! The strong will always beat the week in the end!" Inari pushed out of his chair to shout. The air suddenly became tenser. Telling a ninja going off to battle they were going to die wasn't typically well-received. Before Kakashi could cut in, however, Naruto was growling out a response.

"Shut up!" the blonde's voice came out from where it rested on his arms, "I'm not like you."

"You don't know anything! Sticking your nose into our business when you don't know anything! I'm not like you acting all happy without knowing one thing about pain! You're nothing but a shrimpy sissy with cool words!"

"So you're just going to cry all day like the lead in some tragedy? An idiot like you can just cry forever! You crybaby!" Naruto was sitting up glaring.

"Naruto! That's going too far!" Sakura reprimanded, but Naruto just shoved out of his seat and turned towards the door.

"Naruto." Kakashi cut in with no room for disobedience. "We could be attacked as early as this afternoon. Go cool off in the bath then get some rest."

"Tch," but the blonde turned around towards the washroom anyway, "I hate bathes." After that everyone dispersed to finish getting ready for the day, and Kakashi went to have a talk with Inari.

The bridge was tense that morning. Tazuna informed the workers they would be sent home for the day once they broke for lunch, and seeing the three shinobi who accompanied him today the workers all carried a feeling of unease with them as they completed their work. Several didn't make it that long and ducked out early. Kakashi could see the worry in his student's eyes as they watched the construction. As if to comfort them, Kakashi lounged against the bridge wall with his eye at half-mast. They didn't need to know he was straining his other senses trying to detect any approaching danger.

It was when the fog set in that the screams and cries began. Sakura, and even Sasuke, seemed spooked but had moved with Kakashi to surround Tazuna as soon as they noticed the change. To Kakashi, he knew no one had been killed by the groans and whimpers following each pained shout, and for that the nuke-nin had his gratitude. He couldn't tell his genin though or Zabuza might change his mind simply to regain the scare factor. By the sound of things, though, it was the apprentice doing most of the work.

Before long, their opponents came after Team Seven. Four Mizu Bunshin, under Henge to look like Zabuza, but the chakra didn't lie. Sasuke didn't need much prompting to take care of them, and soon the two students were fighting.

Inari was pretending not to watch Naruto glare out the window when his mom went to get the door. Naruto was in his tee-shirt and orange pants and had his hitai-ate in one hand like he could say he was resting if he just didn't put it on. There was a big banging noise, and then his mom was lying on the ground holding her head. Inari heard someone laughing from where the banging noise came. He looked to the window, but Naruto wasn't there anymore.

"Please, please, you can take me, just leave Inari out of this!" His mom begged. Two scary looking men came in with loud steps. The first thing Inari saw was that they didn't take off their shoes, then he saw that they both had swords out and were laughing. Inari knew right then that these were Gato's men, and they were going to hurt his mom and him. He realized quite suddenly that he had to pee really badly. Where was Naruto!? He saw his mom yelling at them and begging, then she was yelling at him.

She was telling him to run away and Inari really wanted to, but they were going to hurt her, he was sure of it! He was scared, he knew he was scared, 'cause he was weak. And then he was crying. "Crybaby!" He heard Naruto saying in his head, remembered from the night before. And he was sitting on the porch listening to Kakashi tell him that Naruto was tired of crying. And he was tired of crying! Suddenly Inari's stomach felt hot, really hot, and his face was starting to feel warm to. The two men weren't looking at him, they were looking at his mom, and then Inari's eyes were on the empty clay teacup in front of him, and then without really knowing when or how, that cup was in his hands and the hotness in his stomach was rising up and out, and the cup was flying—!

The cup hit the man standing closer to Inari on the elbow, and he turned with a mean smile. His mouth was moving, but all Inari could hear was the ocean whooshing in and out of his ears. The man was getting closer to him and someone was yelling. His mom was yelling. And he was yelling! Inari wondered briefly what he was yelling. The man not walking at him was watching, just watching, and then he was falling. Then the man walking at him was turning, falling, thumping, and Naruto was looking down-up at Inari from the ceiling and his mom was running over.

"Sorry I'm late!" Naruto was smiling, "but the Hero always arrives just in time to save the day. Thanks to your distraction I was able to get my weapons and save the Prince!" Naruto was in his jacket and his hitai-ate was on his forehead. He had a ninja knife in his hand, but then he was tying up the two men, and they were making groaning sounds.

"Hey…" Naruto said, "I'm sorry for calling you a crybaby, you can just forget I said it. I was wrong about you, you know, you're actually really strong." And Inari's chest was feeling hot now, hot and tight, and he was crying.

"Darn it! I promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore! Now you'll call me a crybaby again!"

"It's alright to cry when you're happy!" Naruto said, and then Inari was crying even more.

"I'm sorry to!" he cried, "I'm sorry for calling you weak, and a sissy, and not looking like a hero, and—"

"Not looking like a hero!? When'd you ever say that!? Heroes can look like anything, you know! Not all hero's have supper muscly arms like your dad did, you know!?" Inari thought he was crying, but now he was laughing.

"You don't look like a hero should at all! If a sissy like you can be a hero, then anyone can!"

"Gah! Whatever." Then Naruto was smiling again like he wasn't mad, "Well then I'll leave the rest to you. If Gato sent people here, they're going to need me at the bridge," and Inari nodded.

"You can count on me!"

It was a contest of speed. Sasuke was able to augment his thanks to his training, but it wouldn't be enough and Kakashi could easily predict the outcome of their fight. If he or Sakura tried to interfere…

"Sakura," He barked, "No matter what happens, maintain your guard on Tazuna!" He decided to take the risk and look back at her, "No matter what, understand? I promise, I won't let my comrades die." He waited for her shaky nod, before he leapt to the side and sent a barrage of shuriken at the nuke-nin. With a concealed grin Kakashi felt rather than saw, the rebel ninja followed after.

He cursed his reduced speed, Kakashi really could have used another day to recover, but Zabuza's pace was slower this time around as well. He leapt in with his kunai, and Zabuza parried with the edge of his oversized blade. When the force grew too much for either to maintain they jumped and let the opposition do the work of sending them each back several meters.

Again the retired ANBU moved to the side, keeping his eyes trained on the master of Silent Killing. The rogue jōnin followed after before cutting in on an angle and swiping sideways at Kakashi's spleen. When the Leaf ninja dodged he moved farther out. Watching each other carefully they came in near perfect synchronization to an abrupt halt and sped straight at the other.

Their blades met to hold them in a standstill, and Kakashi utilized the close proximity to make eye contact and cast a suggestive genjutsu on the Mist deserter. He could reinforce it each time they clashed like that, which would now hopefully be every fifth move, and begin layering on more and more. Five moves later, Kakashi implanted a feeling of worry over the apprentices' fight into Zabuza's head. If he didn't care for the survival of the fake hunter it wouldn't have much of an impact, but going off of Naruto's conversation with the boy earlier that morning, chances were that wouldn't be the case. Kakashi was willing to make the gamble.

Sakura wanted to run towards Sasuke and provide whatever aide she could when she saw the strange mirrors reflecting light through the fog. She wanted to, but all it would take for Zabuza to dash over and slit Tazuna-san's throat would be a moment's distraction for Kakashi-sensei. She couldn't let her guard down; Sasuke was a protégé and could take care of himself. What she needed to do was stay sharp and make sure nothing happened to Tazuna-san. She took a deep breath.

When she focused on her ears Sakura could pinpoint the angle Kakashi-sensei was fighting at through the ringing of colliding blades. Tazuna-san's breath came loud and heavy and dry from behind her, drowning out many other sounds, but Sakura could still clearly hear Sasuke fighting with the fake hunter-nin and the occasional groan from one of the workers farther off. Mayhap they were dying, and she was just standing here with a kunai in hand biding her time. Sakura did not like standing still. The workers were too far away and she couldn't tell how many were alive from the low echoing moans. Beneath all of this was the sound of the ocean rumbling below; foreboding and waiting for the world of the bridge to collapse and be swallowed in the sea.

When Sakura focused on her nose she could smell salt and wetness and brine from the ocean and mist, she could smell the bitter residue from wet stone, accentuated by the dust and dirt of construction. She could smell the briskness of purified water like snowmelt coming with the downdraft from Sasuke's fight, perhaps in relation to the strange mirrors. She could smell the sweat from hours of hard labor and fear wafting off Tazuna behind her. She could smell trees, but worst of all, Sakura could smell blood. At first it had just come from the direction of the workers, small bits of it carried on the mist as if intentionally, but now the metallic scent seemed to surround her. She knew, logically, that this couldn't be true, but the more Sakura focused on her sense of smell, the more the scent of blood seemed to permeate the air. She hated this.

Sakura decided to switch over to what she could feel. She could feel the stone underneath her feet and her dress and hair clinging to her in their wetness. She could feel sweat rolling along her cheek and along the ridge of her spine. She could feel the cold metal at the edges of her grip, and the warm metal curled into her palm where she had held on for so long. She could feel cold coming from the direction of Sasuke's fight, adding to her suspicions that the strange mirrors were in fact made of ice, impossible though it may seem. Most reassuring of all though, she could feel heat from Tazuna behind her, assuring her he was alive, and the world hadn't frozen over in a strange, icy hell.

Finally Sakura stretched her senses to try and feel the chakra surrounding her. She'd not really understood how to sense chakra before, but now, separated from her team, she futilely imagined she could feel where the others were. That devil voice of reason in the back of her head whispered the futility of the exercise given the cloak of the chakra-infused mist, but still she tried.

Perhaps because of this she turned instinctually to the left. She could hear steps, smell sweat carried on a breeze she felt, and running alongside the stone wall of the bridge she could see a small grey silhouette. And suddenly Sakura could sense hope building inside her chest as the figure drew closer and the grey cast of their relief melted into orange as Naruto ran up.

Kakashi and Zabuza leapt apart. This time neither of them ran or initiated any jutsu. Both were panting heavily: this had on the surface been mostly a taijutsu battle as they were both still recovering from the stresses their previous encounter placed on their chakra coils. Kakashi could feel blood trickling along his inner arm the warmth from blood soaking into cloth on his thigh. There were numerous nicks and scrapes smattering his person, and Zabuza was faring no better. Below the surface of the fight, however, wove the layers of Kakashi's suggestive genjutsu. Four strikes followed by locking blades. Worry for the apprentice. Mercy for the kids.

"So what happened to that blonde sissy of yours, Kakashi? Chicken out?" Zabuza threw out between heavy breaths. Clearly his apprentice had withheld nothing of his encounter if Zabuza knew to probe there. But Kakashi could see how twitchy he'd become, how he forced his eyes not to look towards where the kids were fighting. It would seem the nuke nin was almost at his breaking point with that genjutsu. Kakashi smiled.

"Naruto? No, he's just resting, but don't worry Sasuke and Sakura will be more than enough to take care of your little fake hunter." It was a lie. It was only a matter of time before Sasuke was overpowered, but Kakashi hoped he'd slow the fake hunter-nin enough for Sakura to take him down. He was worried, but if the laborers were any indication, there was hope Sasuke wouldn't be outright killed. Chances were if Zabuza defeated him he would spare the kids as well.

"Ha! As if they could beat Haku!" But Zabuza was still twitching, "But you might want to drop that orange one, Kakashi, heard he's a first-class sissy. Thought he might have some potential after pulling that stunt with the fuma shuriken—" a clear demonstration of Naruto's mastery of Henge, Kakashi thought "—but a cross-dresser's got no business as a shinobi."

"Maa, he was very inspired after meeting your student…" Kakashi left the statement hanging. It was well concealed, but the comment surprised the missing-nin. He spun his sword and laughed, but Kakashi knew he was buying time to think of a comeback. The copycat felt a smile tug at his lips, no matter how grim, at the realization that Zabuza really didn't mean his taunts. The kids were his weakness, perhaps even more so than Kakashi's due to his genjutsu.

"I let Haku dress up because it creates the perfect disguise. Your little boy there Kakashi, couldn't pass as half the girl the other two could," Zabuza sneered, having thought of a reply, "Not that they'll look like much after this battle."

They ran to meet each other again, and their blades hissed and sparked with each collision. They separated and threw out insults and tried to provoke the other while catching their breath, then they were dashing parallel to each other again, and leaping in to lock blades.

Sasuke didn't want to say he was losing, but it would be a lie to say he was winning. He was too slow. Maybe if he'd finished his training…. But no, he didn't have time to think about that now. He had to focus; dodge-dodge-throw-duck-spin-thrust, and the ice user was slowly bleeding him out through the small cuts along his arms, legs, and sides. Sasuke knew he had a few needles lodged into his back, but he didn't have time to contort himself to find them and yank them out.

"Teme!" A voice suddenly trumpeted from just outside the icy dome, "You look like you're losing!" and then the idiot was jumping straight into the dome trap without so much as a second thought.

"Usuratonkachi! Did you even think before you jumped in here!?"

"Teme! As if I'd just stand by while you got your butt kicked!"

"I don't need your help to win this!" Which was a lie, but he needed to get Naruto out of the dome. At that point the ice-user grew tired of waiting and launched another slew of senbon at the pair.

"Well you got it anyway!" the idiot retorted when they moved together again.

"Tch, whatever. Like I'd lose to such a sissy fighter," but Sasuke was grateful because he knew he'd been slowly losing.

"Jerk! Who are you calling a sissy, huh!?" Naruto called as they avoided the next barrage of icy needles.

"Both of you!" the dark haired boy snapped back, "You're both sissies so shut up and focus!"

Naruto finally turned his focus on their opponent, but this mearly resulted in him shouting at the many reflections instead of his teammate. "And you!" the blonde started in, "You're that guy I met in the forest this morning! I helped you pick plants to heal your friend! That was Zabuza, wasn't it!?" Naruto pointed wildly.

"Indeed. You should not be so quick to trust others, Naruto-kun." The atmosphere of the fight shifted dramatically after that. Naruto spent a lot of his time yelling at the fake hunter who fooled him, and Haku — he finally gave his name — spent a lot of time telling his story and how he ended up serving Zabuza. Sasuke used the reprieve to catch his breath and try to pinpoint his enemy in the mirrors.

"Hn," Sasuke threw out when he was getting frustrated. The idiot was practically in tears listening to the fake hunter-nin's story. At this rate he might as well throw the fight! "So that Zabusa taught you that sissy way of fighting? I don't see it," Sasuke threw out his tried and true taunt. The reflections wavered for the briefest of moments before the Haku in each mirror fixed their gaze on the Uchiha.

"It matters not what you think of my method of fighting. It will be sufficient for defeating you, and if I must kill my heart and become a true shinobi, then so be it." Haku fixed his gaze on the blonde next to him, then without a word the next round of dedging and blocking started, punctuated by Naruto's angry and frustrated shouts.

"Perhaps, if we had met under different circumstances, we could have been friends," the ice-user lamented, having patiently explained his role as the rogue ninja's tool. Sasuke could understand what he was trying to say; he'd heard similar things so many times as a young child, but Naruto refused to accept the reality of shinobi life.

The fight resumed so suddenly Sasuke was nearly taken out then and there. He hadn't been paying close enough attention and missed the trigger. There had to be a trick to the fake's mirrors, some trick. All Sasuke had to go off of was the hunch that it was tied in with his speed, but his eyes weren't fast enough to catch anything.

Senbon were flying from all directions, and Naruto wasn't quick enough to dodge, leaving Sasuke to block for him. He strained harder, and called out for Naruto to assist him when a vague feeling washed over him and Sasuke knew he was catching on. The dobe then called out a dozen clones, crowding the originals in, and they took the next wave while Sasuke tried to figure out what the trick was.

Naruto couldn't create clones fast enough, and it left the two open each time he tried. Another barrage came and Naruto crumbled to the ground. Sasuke felt his chest ignite with some unnamed force. He would later call it his anger, but the anger came after, after a second barrage of needles launched itself at Sasuke and Naruto shook off the last of the needles embedded in his legs and leapt — not a clone — between him and this latest attack, but it gave Sasuke just enough time to catch a glimps of the real Haku darting in between mirrors. So it was a game of speed then, was it? Sasuke swept his gaze around, and it hit Sasuke that he could finally see! A grin stretched its way across his face.

"Teme… your eyes!" But Sasuke already knew. He'd awakened his Sharingan.

It was only a matter of timing to take out their opponent. They could win this.

He told the blonde to keep using his Kage Bunshin while he figured out the pattern. But faster eyes didn't mean a faster body, and he wasn't fast enough to land the hit. The euphoria of awakening his eyes was overtaken by a cold realization. His training… neither he nor Naruto were fairing well, breaths coming harsh and heads pounding, and when the next barrage came, larger than any of the previous attacks, it was all the Uchiha could do to push his teammate to the ground and take the blows himself.

"Sasuke… why…!?"

"Heh, don't know, my body just moved on its own…" Sasuke could feel the ground under him rocking from side to side, "Never thought I'd be done in by a handful of sewing needles…" then blackness fell across his sight and he was weightless for a moment until cold stone pressed comforting against him and he released himself to the cooling embrace.

He and Zabuza were running parallel when Kakashi felt it; the unmistakable chakra of the Kyūbi. When did Naruto get here, and what had triggered the release? Had the seal broken? No, there wasn't enough chakra for the Fourth's seal to have been released, it was just a portion of the bijū's chakra, but that was more than enough to put both the jōnin on high alert. He needed to finish this quickly. Kakashi turned again to his opponent, but the nuke-nin's attention was where the malevolent energy was coming from.

"What is that chakra!?" The Mist deserter's voice carried on his exhale, "A jinchūriki. One of your kids is a jinchūriki!?" Zabuza dashed for the apprentices, dropping all pretenses of fighting Kakashi. No! Kakashi's eye widened, the genjutsu I cast? It must have been the final straw tipping the balance in Zabuza's decision.

Kakashi dashed after him, but his exhaustion slowed his steps. He wouldn't make it. Swiping some blood from the cut on his arm, Kakashi pulled out a scroll and summoned his dogs. "Get Zabuza!" he barked his order, and the canine posy darted out in front of him, overtaking the nuke-nin just within sight of the genin. Kakashi could hear Bull and his other dogs crunching down. Kakashi knew from experience the rogue's shoulder was crushed, sword arm dislocated, and legs broken under his summons' teeth.

He went through the handseals slowly and his hand was cased in a light sheen of crackling, chirping lighting. It was vastly underpowered, but for now it would have to be enough. Kakashi charged, thrusting his arm forwards at Zabuza, when a mirror — ice — appeared and the apprentice stepped out. It was too late for Kakashi to withdraw the blow, he had too much momentum, but the apprentice seemed to be in better shape than he'd hopped and attempted to redirect the attack. He was partially successful, as Kakashi's arm buried itself deep into the kid's shoulder, but that was enough and the brown-haired boy crumpled to the ground.

"Haku!" Kakashi heard the nuke-nin due only to the close proximity, "Good, job, Haku, you've served your purpose." He clearly meant the last part as a compliment to reassure the boy he'd done all he could have, but suddenly Naruto was yelling and guilting the nuke-nin until he growled for silence. Kakashi realized Naruto thought Haku was dead. Well, with the wound Kakashi gave him, he was as good as. Even if he survived he'd never regain use of his left arm.

The fog cleared as Zabuza released his hold on the technique, there was no point. The outcome of the fight was undeniable. Kakashi in turn adjusted his headband back over his Sharingan eye. That was when Gato showed up. Later, when Kakashi would sit down to write his report he would have no way to describe what happened. Naruto convinced Zabuza to take out Gato and the goons he'd brought to do his bidding.

How dare you!" The blonde had shouted, "He looked up to you! All he wanted was for someone to care about him and you just toss him away like some piece of trash!?" He was silenced by a look from the nuke nin, but then Zabuza turned towards the jōnin.

"Toss me your kunai," the niku-nin growled at Kakashi, "I'll show that piece of dirt what happens to those who cross Momoichi Zabuza!"

Arms limp and kunai crunched between his teeth the Mist deserter cut through swathes of mercenaries until the blade lodged itself into Gato's throat. As he watched, Kakashi felt an unbelievably strong desire to draw his genin into his arms and turn their heads into his chest. There could be no doubt those who fell to Zabuza's blade would not rise. Kakashi wanted to shelter his kids from the scene, from the blood, gore, and death, but they weren't kids, were they. They were soldiers, his soldiers, and they must learn as he did not to turn from death. With a final gurgling spasm one of the wealthiest and influential men of the Elemental Nations left the earth.

Zabuza wouldn't make it out, Kakashi could see that Zabuza was too far in the mob of thugs and hired swords, and now that his opposing mission was rendered moot the silver-haired jōnin decided to jump in, but Naruto beat him to the punch. He created nearly fifty shadow clones, and Kakashi added to that with his own regular illusionary clones for fright. Then the villagers showed up with Inari at the helm, and Kakashi didn't have it in him to be surprised. The now unemployed mercenaries fled, and Zabuza made his way towards where Haku was spread prone across the bridge.

What happened next Kakashi should have been able to predict. One of the villagers, or one of the mercenaries, he didn't check, launched an arrow at Zabuza and it pierced him though the heart. The nuke-nin collapsed beside his apprentice. Despite the ongoing ruckus on the island, the occupants of the bridge fell still and quiet. Zabuza stopped moving after a few shuddering breathes.

"Is… is he dead?" Naruto's voice fell flat. Kakashi slowly approached the pair and rested two fingers across Zabuza's throat. It was cold as ice. No, Kakashi corrected himself, it is ice. He briefly uncovered his sharingan eye and trained it on the nuke-nin. A clone. But when? He looked at the arrow. It was regular wood, a mercenary or villager must have launched it, but Kakashi could see ice creeping up the shaft, meaning—Kakashi looked to the fallen Haku and saw the same. It must have been when everyone was facing the mercenaries that the boy created a clone and replaced himself, but with only one arm – only one hand – jutsu should have been impossible.

Kakashi withdrew his fingers and stood, studying the pair. It was an obvious trick, there could have been no doubt in Haku's mind Kakashi would deduce what happened. But given the blood loss and pain the wound to his shoulder incurred, the ice-user may not have been thinking straight.

"Kakashi-sensei…?" He heard Sakura's wavering voice. The ex-ANBU allowed himself a moment to decide.

"They fought honorably," he turned to his kids. They may have only met on friendly terms once, but Naruto had felt for the boy. It was cruel of Kakashi, but he wanted Naruto to experience that painful loss which accompanied the death of a friend before he lost someone truly close, like Kakashi had. He needed Naruto to understand that morals weren't black and white, and that the enemy wasn't always evil. Those lessons couldn't be learned without the trauma off loss or if there was hope of conversion. It was when Kakashi turned to study each of his students that he noticed; Sasuke wasn't there.

"Where is Sasuke?" Naruto turned to look at his form, as still on the ground as the frozen clones. Sakura ran to him while Naruto started speaking to Kakashi:

"It was all my fault, my fault 'cause I wasn't fast enough. He pushed me out of the way and took the blows for me," Naruto's eyes watered. Kakashi felt a pang in his heart and took a stumbling step to where the dark haired but lay. It couldn't be true—! It wasn't! There, Sasuke moved! And suddenly Kakashi's senses returned and he knew he was seeing the boy's chakra, and Naruto was cheering, and Sakura crying, and stoic Sasuke sitting dazed between them.

This was a good day, the jōnin decided, a very good day.

Published: May 8, 2014

Updated: September 17, 2016

Words: 5,487