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ONwARDS!!

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Sarutobi Asuma, Sandaime Hokage of the Konohagakure,

hated Mondays. Everyday, after awakening from a rather pleasant dream either relating to his pastime of reading his adult literature or his regret at all the misdeeds that had caused the people of his village so much suffering and despair (hackweezefailuretokillorochimarucoughhack), he would return to the Kami-forsaken building that was notoriously known many (the other 4 Hokages) as the Hokage Tower.

'Queue the ominous music" Sarutobi thought to himself, as he imagined hoards of lightning breaking through the all but impenetrable roof of the Hokage Tower and immediately disintegrating and/or incinerating the large pile of paperwork that seemed to tower over the feeble looking ojiji like the giant gates of hell; this resemblance was accurate as said old man was currently given a forlorn look towards the insurmountable amount of damnable flammable objects that currently littered his desk. From another person's standpoint, he seemed to just beg for some form of distraction to require his utmost, undivided attention. Of course, since the reason for his discontent was not powerful enough to capture his attention and his being a dutiful pervert required him to think of naughty things at the most pseudo-random of instances, he began reflecting on the length of this sentence, and the unfortunate pun that one word seemed to arouse from the depths of his mind:

"…for some… forsome…Foursome………FOURSOME, AUWWRIGHT!! Now who to include in this deliciously fantasmal (NOTAWORD) sexual encounter…hm…"

These thoughts seemed to race across his face like a series… of… racing thoughts… as his face changed from depressed to contemplative to lustful to WARNING! MASSIVE NOSEBLEED IMMINENT within the span of approximately…Inoichi Yamanaka looked at his watch: 7 seconds.

The fact that Inoichi was a mind-reader did have it pros: he was able to assist his village in acquiring vital information from captured enemy-nins, AND he was able to score easily by spoon-feeding exactly what a woman would want to hear for them to "loosen up" a bit (no…pun……….. inten—……omigod, that is so wrong… I'm sorry for even typing that, but I can't change it now). He even was able to avoid arguments with his spouse (yes, even if he was able maintain the right stud-ship, he simply could not take advantage of the fact), and was renown in the village for being a peace-keeper when it came to diplomatic missions.

But being renown throughout the shinobi-world as a mind reader had its cons, and these cons again became evident at this current moment.

Right now, he was standing behind the door of the Hokage's office, clutching his head in shock at what he had just overheard from the mind of the Hokage. Sandaime-sama really was a pervert. It wasn't Jiraiya's fault that he was a world-class writer of adult literature.

Clearing his mind of all thoughts, the head of the Yamanaka clan stepped opened the door to the Hokage's room, and stepped through the threshold. He gave the signal to the 3 behind him to wait before doing so.

"Hokage-sama."

The old man peered over his stack of paperwork, and acknowledged that he had seen the elder Yamanaka ("Elder! I ain't no elder!! You're at least 30 years my senior!!").

"Hello Inoichi-kun. Is there something you need? I don't recall requesting your counsel or abilities."

"That is correct Hokage-sama. 15 of our ANBU scouts have recently acquired a possible enemy-nin. They found him deep within the Forest of Death. He was picked up after he was heard screaming at the top of his lungs, and they reported to me, asking for orders concerning the prisoner."

Sarutobi then began contemplating, and, a minute later, upon being satisfied with the course of action he was going to take, asked Inoichi a couple of questions upon which his plans for the prisoner were hinged.

"Inoichi-kun, is this man really a shinobi? Judging by the fact that he alerted 15 of our ANBU to his position and made no attempt to resist capture, couldn't he just be a civilian who had just wandered into the Forest by accident?"

Inoichi sighed at that remark, and, finding no alternative to simply showing the prisoner to the Hokage, ordered the 3 waiting outside his door to bring in their charge.

Neo groaned as he was given a rude awakening to the back of his head. Lifting his head up, he began to open his eyes. Instead of being graced with White, or the compassionate faces of one of his shipmates, he was faced with an unfamiliar, noticeably brighter world. His sunglasses had been removed, thus providing an explanation for why things seemed so much more ethereal than usual. The green tint of all things Matrix, however, was still evident, and he could feel his awareness of the code around him expand. Shaking his head from side to side in an attempt to remove the dizziness that attacked his mind, he only succeeded in regaining something even less appealing: his headache. Although the pain had dulled considerably, the telltale throbbing of a migraine was still evident.

Opening his eyes fully, he took in his surroundings. He was currently in a room of some sort, made primarily of wood. He noticed that he was armed with no weapons, and that a rope had bound his arms, keeping him from scratching his back (Oh, and what an epic itch it was). He finally noted that there were five people in the room, 3 of them being the humanoid figures which he had seen in the forest earlier. These figures seemed to bear some resemblance to samurai that he had fought in many of the training programs during his initial days on the Nebuchadnezzar, only the swords that they carried were holstered in a black sheath behind them. No, these men definitely weren't samurai. Their clothing was too restrictive, and the masks on their face seemed to be more related to concealing their identity, if anything, as they lacked the decoration that he had seen on samurai's before. They also had a multitude of pouches adorning their body-armor, which seemed to be stuffed with scrolls, and sharp weapons of many sorts. His eyes began to wander, and he began to examine other aspects of the room before someone lightly smacked him in the back of the head, trying to get his attention on that which was in front of him.

"Keep still. The Hokage wishes to deal with you," barked a disembodied voice. Said voice appeared to belong to one of the male orientation, this male being one that reflected deep masculinity and authority.

Looking ahead as he was told, Neo met the wrinkled eyes of an elder gentleman. He was adorned with an elegant white robe which extended to his feet, and wore an oddly shaped hat which covered the entirety of his balding head. He noticed that there was an air of authority and leadership that surrounded this man and his eyes gave off an odd glow.

However, said eyes also were trained on him in an accusing manner, and the tension in the room rose a few notches.

"State your business with Konohagakure," ordered the old man. When no other words were spoken, it dawned on Neo that the Hokage was talking to him. It also finally dawned on Neo that he was currently on his knees in front of the old man. It also became apparent to Neo that he had not retained his previous height from his last "life;" he was now a dwarf, or, as many others know it, a child between the ages of 11 and 14. He began to formulate a response to the old man's response when he again spoke:

"Please do respond. Remember, I am not to be trifled with."

This struck Neo as odd, as he could not understand why this old man was speaking to a teenager this way.

"I do not know what you mean, sir, I am uns—"

"Do not attempt to fool us; we know you are an enemy-shinobi!"

Neo turned his head to the source of that masculine voice, and was surprised to find a pony-tail attached to a relatively normal face. A head-band covered the man's forehead, and his green flak-jacket was surmounted by a red vest. Although his appearance seemed normal enough, his masculinity had taken a severe blow after Neo had noticed his ponytail. Despite this, the man's face betrayed no emotion, and only his eyes could be deemed slightly threatening.

Inoichi, on the other hand, was furious. His attempts to read the boy's mind had proved useless, as an insurmountable mental barrier seemed to appear every time he tried. He currently wished to throw the boy into the deepest chambers of the Konohagakure Torture District and watch him suffer (Inoichi then uncharacteristically grinned manically). That, however, was not an option.

The old man sighed at the elder Yamanaka's lack of self-control, and the uncooperative nature of their prisoner. He then proceeded to speak in a stern tone.

"Gaki, if you refuse to comply with our demands for information, I will personally deliver you over to our infamous torture department for questioning. And trust me; you really don't want to see what they have in store for you."

Neo had to bite back a chuckle; he really didn't see why he should even be tolerating this treatment. But, damn it, he really didn't want to get another mind-throttling migraine from trying to Superman again. So he resorted to the last and only option he had: be as blunt as the bad-ass he is, or was at least.

"I have no information. I woke up in a large forest, I was knocked out by a bunch of masked things, and I woke up with a smack to the back of the head with a torrential migraine the likes of which I have never seen before. If you really think I'm going to give you any information, you're up a creek. Oh, and one more thing, where the fuck are my sunglasses?"

Inoichi, along with the rest of the ANBU (you really can't tell, can you?) were by now forced to pick their jaws up off the floor. No one talked to the Sandaime Hokage like that. Despite the fact that he was known as a closet pervert by many (due to an unfortunate incident involving a Sacred Scroll and one crazy-ass jinchuuriki, and thus defeating the purpose of trying to deny his perverse nature), and the fact that he was as amiable as a sedated ferret, talking to the Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village could be punishable by death. Ok, maybe Inoichi (along with the rest of the silent, cold hearted, un-opinionated ANBU), was a little biased towards their beloved leader. And with this reasoning in mind, he proceeded to rip off a piece of Neo's cloak and handed it over to the Hokage.

"Hokage-sama, forgive my rashness, but I believe we all know who this child works for," holding the piece of clothing up to the Hokage.

The Hokage nodded, and blinked twice, "Indeed. Despite his refusal to speak, we have already learned so much from his appearance."

Neo stared at the piece of cloth.

"Red Clouds" was all he thought, as he stared at the piece of his trench-coat.