Major chapter alert! Major chapter alert! Lol, enough robot sounds. So this chapter here is pretty key to the plot. So I hope you enjoy!
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'I won the lottery yesterday. Whenever that has happened in my family, someone close either died the next day, or was severely injured. What the hell does this mean?' Iruka pondered, scribbling furiously onto a student's homework paper. 'Who's in trouble? Dear Lord, look at me… I'm relying on some silly folklore to predict others' fates. I need to take a deep breath and calm down. A lot of people win the lottery just by chance… yeah, that's it, chance.'
"Sensei," a feminine voice called out, "why do you look so worried?"
"Yeah," another agreed. "You look like something horrible is about to happen."
"I do? I'm sorry," Iruka apologized, not averting his eyes from the papers he were currently grading.
"W-what's wrong?" Hinata shyly asked.
"I don't know how to describe it, but today, I woke up with a bad feeling, as if something terrible would happen to… someone close to me."
"You're worried about Kakashi, aren't you?" Kiba voiced loudly, almost throwing the tanned man off of his grading process. "Don't sweat it sensei. Kakashi's mega tough. One time, he knocked me over with just his pointer finger, so I doubt anything bad can happen to him."
"Are you sure he knocked you over, or did you just lose balance?" Shino sniggered out.
"Hey! Quiet, bug freak," Kiba retorted, folding his arms across his chest.
"Haha, you two quit it," Iruka chuckled out, placing his pen down onto the table, stretching out his arms and back in his chair. "I know he's strong, but he can sometimes get pretty reckless. Well not sometimes, most of the time."
"Sensei," Lee began, "you need to have hope in Kakashi-san. He's in the prime of his youth. Nothing can get in his way!"
"Yea," Sasuke agreed. "He's stronger than that. He has this look of determination about him.
"And I know he'll make it back to see you," Sakura chimed in.
"I feel so horrible," Iruka stated, slouching in his chair in a tired manner. "I shouldn't be bothering you all with my troubles. I'm so sorry."
"Don't you dare apologize, Iruka-sensei!" Naruto demanded, standing up out of his chair, pointing a finger at the teacher. "You don't deserve to go through this alone! We're all here by your side- each and every one of us. We're family sensei, and family never let's each other down."
"Yea," the class agreed in unison, causing the teacher to begin to tear up slightly.
'Such a wonderful and caring bunch of kids,' Iruka thought happily.
"Thank you so much, you don't know how much this means," the teacher thanked. "You all are wonderful, and I'm so grateful to have family as great as you."
"To activate the hidden poison needles, you just have to-" Kakashi began, but was soon interrupted by a loud, ear-splitting alarm.
"Alert," the ship's security system said. "Alert. Left propeller and rudder have been hit. Left propeller and rudder have been hit. Enemy on board. All weapons specialists take action. All weapons specialists take action."
"Well, this was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm just surprised we managed to make it eight months before this happened," Kakashi mumbled, grabbing a pair of brass knuckles and attaching them to his fists. "All right everyone, as you have heard, the enemy has made it aboard the ship. Our job is to protect the information the computer techs have gathered so far. I want each of you to grab a weapon, preferably one you know how to use, and prepare yourself for battle."
"Sir!" Yoko called out, shaking in fear. "I don't get it! How can we just go into fighting mode all of a sudden? We aren't even fully trained!"
"I understand how you feel, Yoko," Kakashi answered, offering the young girl a comforting smile, "but as they say, all's fair in love and war. Don't worry about your status. I have great confidence in all of you. Now hurry and move out. Position yourselves evenly across the ship, and I want at least ten of you surrounding the computer station. Belly-shirt! You're coming with me."
"The name is Sai," Sai stated flatly.
"Whatever," Kakashi said. "Just come with me."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you once we start moving," Kakashi answered, running out the door with Sai close behind.
"Ok, explain," Sai demanded.
"You're very demanding for a brat. You're the best of all the students, so I figured you'd be of good assistance."
"Too old to handle things by yourself?"
"I'm in my twenties. Besides, I thought it would be a good way to test out your true potential," Kakashi replied, turning a corner., immediately coming face to face with one of the intruders, who was adorned with various explosives and poison darts.
"Hmm, two young, and foolish looking opponents," the intruder said with a heavy Russian accent. "This should be easy."
"Ok Sai, don't let this go to your head. Stay focused. What am I worried about? It's just some old, wrinkled, Russian prune," Kakashi seethed.
"I'll show you old, you son of a bitch!" the man screamed, rushing forward with a clenched fist in the air.
"He's all yours, Sai," Kakashi said, taking a step back from the porcelain skinned boy.
"With pleasure," Sai whispered, smirking when he dodged the first blow and countered with a kick to the ribs.
The Russian man winced slightly, but quickly recovered, grabbing a small, poisonous dart and throwing it hastily towards the young boy. Sai clutched his hook sword tightly and rose it to meet his eye-level, turning the instrument so that the hook was behind him, with the curved tip pointing towards the intruder. The dart slid along the weapon's glossy surface and up the hook, only to change directions and travel back towards the Russian man.
"What the hell are you-" the man began, but stopped mid sentence when the dart pierced the skin of his neck. "H-How the fuck did you…?"
His eyes grew wide, as blood began to trickle out of his nose, eyes, and mouth. He made an eerie gurgling sound before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to his knees. With one last gasp of breath, he fell face first onto the ship's metallic surface, a pool of crimson blood pooling around him.
"Well that was pretty easy," Sai stated rather disappointedly. "I was hoping for more of a fight."
"Says the kid who just pulled some fucking movie stunt. You have my respect, brat," Kakashi praised, walking up to the dead man. He lowered himself into a crouching position and rolled the man over, checking his pockets for valuable information. His hand brushed against a piece of paper, and he pulled it out, scanning it over before reading it out loud. "April fourth, April fifteenth, March twenty-third… It's just a list of dates."
"Well that's not useful," Sai said, sheathing his hook sword back into its strap on his back.
"On the contrary, this is quite useful. If he was carrying it with him, it must be important. It could be a list of possible attack dates, or of days when they plan to encounter their allies and exchange information. I'll take this to the captain once we're done. Right now, we have to head over to the computer station and assist the other students. I have a feeling that's where most of the enemies will be. Be on your guard for attacks from above, though. They'll want to make sure their infiltrators are properly protected."
The two continued running, weapons bared in front of them as a defense system, minds focused on the task at hand. They came to a harsh skid when they finally reached the computer rooms, watching as a few of the other students tried to fend off the attackers.
"I'll take the group on the right," Sai offered, rushing of to aid his fellow classmates, not waiting for a confirmation from the older man.
"Such a feisty one," Kakashi muttered, before joining the battle himself.
He ran towards the invaders on the left, effectively knocking one unconscious in a matter of seconds.
"Sir, we tried to keep them back as best as we can, but we're outnumbered," a young red head male stated, dodging a knife that was thrown in his direction.
"You guys are doing great. Just remember not to get over confident," Kakashi reminded, adjusting his brass knuckles.
"What do we have here?" a middle-aged man asked, eyeing Kakashi up and down. He was clad in silver plates that covered his chest, stomach, shoulders, and legs, and had a long, grey mustache that reached the tips of his fingers. "Well I'll be damned. It's the great Kakashi Hatake himself. Didn't think I'd see you back here. When was the last time I saw you again?" the man tauntingly questioned, twirling his mangy beard in his fingers while spinning his sword in his hand. "Oh yea, it was when I killed your friend- you know, the one who had the black hair and was always ready to fight. Obito, I think his name was. I'll never forget the look on his face when I sliced his throat open, hahaha. He begged and pleaded, but I wasn't in a kind mood at the moment. You should have seen all the blood that came out! It was like a waterfall and it-"
"Shut up!" Kakashi demanded, effectively ending the man's speech. "You have no right to talk bout Obito in that way, Miyagi. It's disgusting to think that you can do something that cruel to your own blood."
"My own blood?" Miyagi repeated. "Please. We were only related because my idiot of a sister married his even more of an idiot brother. I could care less about him."
"Even if you are biologically distant, you should have still treated him like family," Kakashi stated, clenching his fists at his side.
"Awe, is the mighty killing machine tearing up? Are you about to cry?" Miyagi daringly teased.
"Sir," Yoko said in a hushed voice. "We have your back. You can take care of him."
Kakashi turned towards her and nodded, turning back towards the old man with a new look of hatred within his eyes.
"Cry my ass!" He yelled, charging straight towards the man.
He swung left, immediately making a connection with the man's jaw, relinquishing in the sound of teeth shattering within the other's mouth. Miyagi was pushed back a few inches from the blow, but quickly recovered, spitting out a glob of blood to the side. He ran straight towards Kakashi, sword in hand, swinging it left to right in a frenzied manner. Kakashi easily dodged the attacks, avoiding even the slightest of scratches. Left, right, left, down, right- he dodged the blows rhythmically, occasionally firing a barrage of punches and kicks in return, which unfortunately for Miyagi, were not easily avoidable.
"Quit dodging like a pussy and stand still," Miyagi demanded, raising his sword high above his head.
Kakashi crouched down and kicked the man's feet, effectively knocking him off balance, causing him to fall to the ground with a loud thud. He stood up, smirking at the man below him in sheer satisfaction.
"Who's the pussy now?" the silver haired man asked.
"Get your fucking hands out of my hair!" shouted a familiar, irritated voice.
"Oh, no! Denji!" Kakashi called out, turning towards the computer room, where Denji was being dragged across the floor and away from his computer by his hair; completely forgetting about the task at hand.
"Let me the fuck go!" Denji insisted, holding onto his head and wincing in agony.
"Denji, hold on!" Kakashi yelled, preparing to aid the trapped man.
"Not so fast," came a low and guttural voice from directly behind him. The pale man turned around and was met with a sword in his stomach. "Looks like your little friend just helped me out her. Tell him I said thanks… and oh, it looks like you're the pussy now," the man sniggered out, pulling the sword out of Kakashi's guts.
Kakashi dropped to his knees and clutched at his wound, blood spewing out of his mouth in short outbursts as he coughed frantically. He clutched his head as the room began to spin, and with one final cough, dropped to the floor.
"Kakashi!" Sai called out, running to his sensei's side. "Shit, don't do this, not now. I though you were tough! Kakashi, wake up! Wake up, damnit!" Sai demanded, but there was no response, only the sound of the pale man's slow and labored breaths, with the occasional gurgle of blood.
"Is he gonna make it?" Yoko asked, rushing to Kakashi's side.
"I don't know…," Sai answered, bowing his head and closing his eyes.
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Oh noes! Kakashi can't be hurt, can he?