A huge field stood, shrouded in mist.

Two men stood facing each other. One man wore a cap, a headband of Konohagakure sewn on the front. He wore an open black jacket, and scars were on his face. He was a well-known interrogator.

The other man wore what seemed to be a gray vest. His hair was messy and untidy. He wore a headband with the symbol of Takigakure. He was a well-known bounty hunter and investigator.

Both men stared at each other with unblinking eyes. As grass blew in the wind, one man finally spoke in the mist.

"Takane! I'm tired of your games! Where is he?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? I won't talk!" Said the other man.

"You will by the time I'm done with you!"

The Takane man slowly retrieved a kunai out of his pocket and, as hard as he could, flung it in the other man's direction. The kunai flew at blistering speed, but the man pulled out a simple cooking knife and blocked the kunai. Before Takane could react, the man was inches in front of him in an instant.

"I'll finish this here!" He shouted.

"Don't!"

"You're to dangerous to stay alive! I'll find Idate myself if I have to!"

As the man brought the knife to Takane's chest, Takane yelled as loud as he could.

"IBIKI! NO!"

Takane awoke.

He was tied up in strong rope. He looked around him. He saw everything that he had seen before. The jail cell he was in, the leather bed that he had been sleeping in, and the powerful jonin guarding his cell.

"Hey!" Said the guard. "Keep it down in there!"

Takane was irritated. First, he was giving orders to some teenager from the Akatsuki. One minute later, he's captured by Konoha ninja and thrown into a jail cell. His life had changed so quickly ever since he became a stupid bounty hunter.

His mother wanted him to become a dentist.

"You should become someone who would help the world." She would say. "Dental Hygiene is the first step to a healthy lifestyle."

Takane did not want some lame job pulling out teeth. He wanted to be a known killer. He wanted to show his true power to the world. Then all would know him. But all that he's known for now is-

"The Captor of the Morino Clan."

After a long hour of sitting in his bed and thinking of how his life turned, his guard finally spoke.

"Alright, SCUM. Looks like it's your turn." He said. "Seriously. I would rather be watching some lame show like "Hero 108," or "Dude, What Would Happen?" right now, but I have to escort lamos like you."

How Takane hated his guard. His guard was a bossy, mean, stuck-up idiot who only cared about making life worse. No wonder he was hired as a jail guard.

As Takane was entered into the interrogating room, his eyes widened. In that room was none other than Ibiki Morino.

"Crap..."

"Well would you look what the cat dragged in and pissed all over." Said Ibiki.

"Shut up you douche bag."

Ibiki pounded the wall next to him so hard that Takane swore he heard it crack.

"You better listen and listen good. I've just had to interrogate another Bounty Hunter who was with some Akatsuki named Kakuzu. You having ties to the Akatsuki pisses me off even more."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb. Some of our strongest jonin have ransacked your hideout. It's just a matter of time before that Akatsuki Member will be captured and killed by yours truly."

"No."

"WHAT?"

"There is no way that you can capture him." Takane's voice had a very serious tone. "This man is not normal. He can rip your entire village to shreds. Your men wont even hive time to breathe."

Ibiki leaned in closer to Takane with a disgusting looking smirk on his face.

"Wanna bet?" He whispered.

As Bakiri came to the sewer hideout to drop off Gobo's body, he sensed something strange in his mind. Something was wrong. He wanted to put that aside for now and ignore it until the time came.

Bakiri removed the cover of the sewer drain and jumped in. He stared at the running water in the sewer for so long that he wanted to vomit. As he entered the room where Takane was stationed, he saw Takane standing still.

"Good. You've returned. And you've brought the body." He said.

"Yeah..." Said Bakiri. "Where's the money?"

Takane handed a gray suitcase to Bakiri. Bakiri opened the suitcase and proceeded to count the money. He turned every dollar to make sure it wasn't fake. Meanwhile, Takane stared at Bakiri, wondering when he would leave. Bakiri turned for the door, but stopped in his tracks.

Takane looked behind him, only to see Bakiri with a sword right in front of his throat.

"Hello, Izumo-sama." He said.