SilverIcy – They sure can be childish at times. :p I love to torture you guys, besides this pesky Jinchuuriki's arc needs to be over and done with… I'm not telling anything about the gender of the baby. ;) Enjoy another chapter! :D

Sylencia I'm glad you enjoyed the lemon, it was mostly written out for you. As for Hashirama, the poor Senju will be traumatized forever. :p After Shisui's marriage, then she will have a child. :D

The Ice Sorceress – You're EVIL, torturing Tobirama… :o (Meh. I'll gladly violate them more) :p Besides, sadistic people are always fun to talk to. ;)

treavellergirl – I would say 'YOLO' but I don't like that word… I'm leaning towards the 'Carpe Diem'. ;)

BlankZeroSeven – OMG! Your words were so kind, you made me blush and smile. Thank you for the sincere compliments, I really appreciate them. I'm glad you love Shisui, who can't love that bubbly, sweet girl? Of course, I'll keep continuing this story. Thank you for the adorable review, you really made my day! :D

So here are the ages for the ones that are confused, for this chapter only:

Uchiha Madara/Senju Hashirama=30 years to 31 years old

Uchiha Izuna/Senju Tobirama/Uzumaki Mito/Sarutobi Sasuke=28 years to 29 years old

Uchiha Shisui=25 years to 26 years old

Senju-Uzumaki Akhiko=5 years to 6 years old

DEAR READERS, IF YOU ARE CURIOUS ABOUT HOW SHISUI LOOKS LIKE IN HER FEMALE FORM, I'VE MADE A SKETCH OF HER, YOU CAN CLICK ON MY DEVIANTART-LINK AND FIND HER THERE. (n.n)


Era of the Warring States

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ And so they fought. And so they laughed. Friends. Before they knew it, they were inseparable…

Masashi Kishimoto

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Chapter 32: Dangerous Suspicions

Soft footsteps entered the Senju main house, intent on finding the objective it was given. The mission priority came first above all else, failure was not an option. Failing meant imprisonment, or even worse, banishment, the pressure building up was detestable and nerve-wrecking. Sweat cloaked the stolen clothes, hands shaking and eyes blinking furiously, trying to swat away all the sweat the body was exiling.

Heart beating wildly, eyes scanned the room…

Nothing.

It seemed no one was inside the house, a cruel, dark smirk appeared on the face, "Good. Very go-" "Shisui?" A manly voice asked in concern, his feather-light footsteps unnoticeable, even for her. Turning around, said female forced a smile on her face, "Ahn…Tobirama-kun." She clenched her hands, unease making her sweat even more.

"What are you doing here?" Her boyfriend asked with arched eye brows, confusion and slight suspicion littered in his eyes.

Kuso. Chuckling lightly, she walked towards him, swaying her hips alluringly, "I came here for you." She whispered sultry, snaking an arm around his neck, "Wasn't that obvious?"

Narrowing his eyes, Tobirama looked down at her, "You were here moments ago…"

Kuso again. She supressed swallowing since the Senju would notice something amiss immediately. Instead, her smile brightened and she twisted her shaggy bangs around her fingers, "Well, I just missed you too much."

"Is that so?"

This man was starting to annoy her. "Really." She confirmed him, giggling softly as her thought averted to her said objective.

Tobirama inwardly frowned- there was something wrong with Shisui, suspicion swirling inside of him, he decided to check her chakra thro- "Shisui-chan! Here you are! I was looking for you!" He whipped his head towards his sister-in-law who walked through the door and pulled Shisui with her upstairs. Before he could say anything, she waved her finger back and forth, "Tobirama-kun, I'll be needing your girlfriend for a bit, it's urgent." Understanding lit up his eyes when Mito's hands caressed her stomach.

With a defeated sigh, he let her go, his gut telling him that something was wrong, terribly wrong. Though to be sure, he checked her chakra clearly and found nothing wrong with it- then for the love of Kami, what was making him so uneasy and wary?

…maybe he needed some time-out if he was even suspicious of his own girlfriend.


Mito smiled brightly at her best friend, "Shisui-chan! I want to know if you could tell me if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Err…" Shisui stuttered, what was she supposed to say. Coughing softly, she tried to concentrate on her medical skills- it flickered softly and then it was activated, she was losing time, time that was too precious for her. "Let me check you up…" Seriously, how was she supposed to do this? She was a decent medic-nin but not that great. Taking a deep breath, she placed her green encased hands on Mito's flat and expectant stomach.

Warm chakra seeped inside the woman's clothes, inside her skin, inside her womb, prodding against the cells that were doubling at a fast rate. How was she supposed to find out what gender the unborn baby would be when the process was still going? Clearing her throat, she voiced her confused thoughts aloud, "Mito-chan, the cells are still multiplying, how will I be able to find out its gender?"

"Huh?" Mito arched her eye brow, titling her head to the side in confusion, "But you said yourself that you would be able to find the gender through the superior chromosomes that had nestled inside the genes…"

Shisui's lips parted open from the shock, "Oh." Scratching her head, she laughed sheepishly, "I'm still not done with that jutsu." Whatever it was called.

Mito's brows creased even more, "But you had tried this jutsu out several times and even learned your apprentices this jutsu…"

"Well, I'll try another move." The black-haired beauty spoke with a smirk, maybe she could use this to her advantage? Her hands glowered green once again, and putting it on her stomach, she let the chakra invade inside of her.

The red-haired Uzumaki squirmed uncomfortably, "S-Shisui-chan, is th-Itai!" Mito shouted in pain, wincing when she felt something boil inside of her. But as fast as it came, it was already gone.

"Gomen, Mito-chan." Shisui tilted her head to the side, smiling prettily, "That was necessa-" Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt the sudden spike of chakra, more precisely, chakra's. This was starting to get bad, very bad- she had to get out of here and well now! So, standing up in one smooth move, she ignored Mito's incredulous look, "Excuse me, Mito-chan, but I need to be somewhere else." and flickered out of here. She would do her mission tonight, she had to, the consequences for this mission would cost her.

"Nani?" The fiery red-haired woman shrieked loudly and stood up quickly. There was something awfully wrong with Shisui but what?


Tobirama sat down on the couch, thinking about his girlfriend's strange behaviour. He had a bad feeling about all of this, his gut kept churning uncomfortably but the chakra-her chakra was perfectly hers. Still, his instinct was screaming at him that there was something bad going on here.

"Tadaima, my love!" Melodious voice shouted giddily, eying him with happiness.

But Tobirama frowned his brows even more, shakily standing up, "Shisui? What are you doing here?"

Shisui scrunched her nose in confusion, "What are you talking about, silly? I just came here…" Taking out a thick file about the Tailed Beasts, she regarded him with an odd look. "Tobi-kun, are you feeling alright?"

She walked towards him and cupped his cheek but Tobirama grabbed her wrists tightly, eying her with narrowed, dark eyes, "You came here fifteen minutes ago." Her papers scattering on the ground and covering the wooden floor with images and documents.

"Itai! You're hurting me!" The Uchiha female jerked her wrists from him and glared at him with her Sharingan, "What was that for?!"

To which the Senju's eyes only widened as realization coated his ruby-red eyes, "Mito!" and hurriedly, he flickered towards his brother's bedroom, fear twisting inside of him. Shisui could only follow him, creating a clone to pick up the fallen documents, fear swirling inside her Sharingan. Inside her mind, she could only wonder what the hell was going on.


Frantic shouts made the Uzumaki turn around and at that moment, the door barged open and Tobirama appeared with narrowed eyes, scanning the content of them room until they settled on the pregnant woman, "Mito! Where is Shisui?"

She was about to answer that when she saw Shisui next to him, "Huh? You just left me and now you're back!"

Shisui gaped at her, thinking that everyone was starting to get crazy, "What are you talking about?! I just arrived here!"

"Ladies! Stop!" Tobirama raised his hands, coming to one conclusion and one only. And he didn't favour that, his eyes narrowed even more, his fists clenched as he gnashed his teeth together, "Mito, alert my brother about Code Red."

Mito gasped in shock, her eyes wide as saucers as the other female went rigid at the mention of that, "T-Tobi-kun…what's going on?" When he turned around he regarded her with scepticism, "Prove me that you're real."

"What?" She jerked her head back, taking a shaky step backwards as hurt appeared in her eyes but she understood why he was doing that-he was doing nothing more than his job. Taking a deep breath, she spoke with nothing but sincerity in her voice, "The first time we fought against each other you insulted my Mangekyou Sharingan and told me that it was the most hideous thing you've ever seen and then you proceeded to gouge them out."

He nodded, a tiny smile appearing on his face, "I remember that well. Good, Shisui, stay with me, there is an impostor walking freely around the village with your visage," His voice turned dangerously low, "…along with your precise chakra."

"No way…" She breathed out, trying to think who would be capable of doing that. Automatically, her Sharingan modified into her upgraded version. "This is bad, Tobirama, he or she could be anywhere and with my precise chakra anyone would be fooled." Louder, "They even fooled you!"

Mito's breathing was starting to get frantic and scared, "Akhiko-kun!"

"Mito, go to my brother! Now!" Tobirama shouted loudly, grabbing Shisui's wrist, a clone of him popping to life, "My clone will check up on Akhiko!"

Nodding hesitantly, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, she flickered away, worry and motherly concern clouding her vision but she had to stay strong for the sake of her village. Still, this was her son…

"Shisui, I caught the trace of the intruder's chakra…of your chakra." He started to explain, "Don't use any chakra until I say so. It might confuse my sensory skills and bring my senses into chaos."

"Hai!" was her simple reply.

With that he left, his chakra clinging to Shisui's fake chakra and when he concentrated harder, he could find a small error within the impostor's chakra, a small wrong tweak, it seemed that perfection wasn't always attainable.


Hashirama glared, and glared harder, his face scrunched up in an ugly expression. Picking up a note, he started scribbling on it viciously, trying to kill the poor paper. When he was done, he folded it quickly and threw it to the person sitting opposite of him, leaning backwards on his chair as he kept his glare firmly on place.

The note was uncaringly swatted away like a bug and then his rival spoke up nonchalantly, "I don't have to look at the note to know what you have written…" Then his onyx black eyes looked up at him, his smirk infuriating Hashirama to no end, "You have sent me a dozen or two notes like that." His eyes flickered to the heap of notes stuffed in his trash bin. And then he chuckled in amusement, "Let me guess, you wrote 'Pillow-killer' or 'Perverted Murderer'… Am I right or am I right?"

"You have a sick mind, Uchiha Madara." Hashirama spat out in anger, missing his poor pillow…that was his favourite, damnit, "How could you kill my Pillow-chan?!"

Madara stood up, slamming his desk with his palms, "How could you ruin my precious carpet?!" He had burnt it, along with his old desk, he couldn't bear the thought of standing or using his furniture without feeling sick, knowing that Hashirama fucked his wife on it.

"That was an accident! I didn't mean to!"

Glaring at the Hokage, Madara scowled at him, "You couldn't have fucked your wife on your desk?"

"That's-I'm not-What the hell?!" Hashirama cursed loudly, ignoring the snickers coming from his bodyguards, "I'm not going to answer that!" His cheeks flamed up but Madara didn't care, he was really pissed, that little revenge made him very pleased, and seeing Hashirama's angry façade was making it even better.

"Is Hashirama-chan not going to answer that tiny question? Is Hashirama-chan actually blushing?" Madara mocked him, enjoying the way his Senju friend sputtered in anger and embarrassment. He chuckled, relaxing in his spot as he sat on his perfectly clean desk with a stack of finished papers and unfinished papers. He was a perfectionist at heart.

Hashirama had enough of being ridiculed and angriness consuming him, he took a deep breath and exhaled everything, combined with his chakra. A mad grin plastered on his face and he watched with great satisfaction when Madara's perfect stacks got mixed up and scattered all around the office.

The Sharingan-user had no time to do anything, the wind attack too sudden and too fast for him to do something about it. Violent wind rushed past him, his spiky bangs slapping him continuously, his long-worked paperwork fluttering everywhere. This time, the snickers from his guards turned into a chorus of choking laughter and uttered sentences like, "Priceless! This is priceless! Someone needs to film this!"

Around the scattering papers, Madara stood there, eyes wide, body limp, disbelief all written on his face. "D-Did…you j-just…?" He stuttered incomprehensible, wondering if this was a mere Genjutsu.

"Nope." Hashirama started, grin still intact on his face, "This is all real, Madara-chan."

Hands shaking, Madara looked at the man opposite from him, "Y-Y-You…destroyed hours of work."

"Yes, I did!" Hashirama exclaimed in victory, placing his one leg on his desk, "And I would do it all over again?"

Red, it was all he was seeing, and growling like a savage, Madara leaped at his friend, punching him and soon they were brawling aggressively, turning the room even more messier than normal but Madara didn't care, he was going to teach the stupid Senju a lesson, if it was the last thing he would do.


When Mito appeared in the Hokage's office…her eyes widened considerably and she looked at the Hokage, both of them.

"Hashirama!" She gasped in shock. The two Hokages stiffened and turned their heads towards the frantic Mito who was ready to collapse on the ground, "Code Red." She breathed out, her fists shaking uncontrollably.

Then, just like that, the two of them stood up in one smooth move, eyes narrowed dangerously, one dark pools of muddy brown, the other a piercing devil's look.

Air around her seemed to get thinner as the tension seemed to rise, and even if she knew them pretty well, her husband more than Madara, she was still in fearing awe every time they showed her their true power.

It was terrifying un-real. So much chakra in a body, yet, she couldn't deny the truth, they were standing in front of her, alive and breathing.

"Tell us everything." Madara spoke quickly, his voice coming out as a growl.


Tobirama flickered near the orphanage and cursed quietly- Did the intruder use this place as his hideout? He dearly hoped not but it could since he had Shisui's chakra copied perfectly, and the only way he could have done that was through here. She did spend a lot of time here; teaching the orphans how to read and sometimes, when they really wanted it, she would use a jutsu to please them.

His lover kept quiet, realization starting to seep into her ruby-red eyes, when her lips parted open to speak, Tobirama beat her to it, "It's not your fault, you couldn't have known this. For now, keep your head cool, Shisui."

"H-Hai…" She spoke softly, clenching her free hand tightly, her nails drawling out blood at the thought that she had failed Konoha. She wouldn't be able to face herself if someone would get injured because of her lack of competence, or better worded, incompetence. Even worse would be if someone would die… Chewing on her lip, she tried to focus herself on said objective. No time to dwell on the what if's.


Mito looked at the two Kages, who were working efficiently together, the clones cleaning up the mess quickly, their subordinates notifying everyone in quietness, not wanting to scare the civilians with ninja problems. They had made it seem as if nothing was going on while, by now, every ninja of Konoha must be knowing about it.

"Mito," Hashirama started, kissing her forehead, "Stay here." And then he left with Madara, leaving a scared Mito behind who could only think about her husband, her friends but foremost her little child who was out there. Tobirama had made a clone to find Akhiko, who could be anywhere, playing with his friends.

Tick.

Tock.

The ticking of the clock seemed to go painfully slow and it made her even more scared and worried. Suddenly, she felt a stab through her heart and gasping, she fell on the floor, choking on her spit. Pain, the pain seemed so unbelievable, it blinded her and she cried out from the pain. Something bad was going on with her unborn child.

Reality hit her when she remembered that fake-Shisui had done something to her, "No!" She sobbed pitifully, ignoring the ANBU who crouched next to her, assessing her with green, encased hands, "Lady Mito, there is something wrong with your body." The muffled voice came from the mask but Mito couldn't register anything, the only thought that was swarming inside of her head was the fact that her unborn child was in pain and her other son was out there, danger lurking inside of the safe Konoha.

So, pushing with all her might, she forced herself to stand up, ignoring the worried ANBU, "Lady Mi-" "Stop." She ordered with one word, ignoring the flinching pain, she had to find her son, she couldn't stand herself if her son would be hurt because she didn't do anything about it. Focusing on her chakra, she moved her hands in a set of intricate seals, cloaking her unborn child with pure protective medical chakra through her Fuinjutsu.

With gnashed teeth, she flickered away, her mother instinct telling her to hurry the fuck up.

The ANBU could only jerk his head in surprise at that sudden, bold move, cursing quietly. The Hokage would get his head for letting her go in that state but then the co-Hokage would get his balls for leaving the office unprotected and force-feed them with chopsticks. He bit his thumb and slammed the ground, calling out, "Kuchiyose no Jutsu!"

After the smoke dispersed he met with the eyes of his best friend, "Don't let anyone take anything from this place. Code Red." That was all he needed to say to make his summon go rigid and nod at him in understanding, "Stay safe, old friend."

"You too." Just like that he flickered away, towards the panicking mother.


The white-haired Senju looked around and crouched down, touching the ground as he saw everyone's chakra around him, the brightest one was Shisui and her chakra was spiking in an alarming rate, he would have to talk to her later about this. She was blaming herself for this, which wasn't true- she couldn't have known that the intruder would be henge'd in an orphan and misuse Shisui like that. He would make that bastard pay for fooling his girlfriend and misusing her body like that.

His chakra latched on the intruder's and smirking darkly, he followed the path that seemed to go inside the orphanage. He would get that fool who dared to infiltrate in Konoha.

Shisui could only follow him dumbly, her heart fluttering wildly as she tried to concentrate on the task at hand.


Madara and Hashirama were strolling through the village, both plastering happy smiles, or in Madara's case, as happy as he could show. When Madara saw his little brother, sitting opposite of Natsuki, he narrowed his eyes and placed him in a small, unnoticeable Genjutsu.

Izuna jerked his head slightly, which no one noticed and then his head snapped towards Madara. With a quick nod, he stood up, kissed Natsuki's lips and walked towards him. Fake smile and all in check.

"Aniki! What bring you out here?" He spoke friendly, slinging an arm around his brother who exuded slight annoyance, "And Hashi- Err, Hokage-sama."

Hashirama grinned brightly, "That's me the Hokage. A cooler title than co-Hokage, don't you think?" He evaded Madara's punch and chuckled at the grinning Izuna.

"Don't make me hurt you, Senju." Madara growled in irritation but inside he was scanning everything and everyone around him. He had sent out more cloned, henge'd in normal civilians and shinobi's, looking for anything unusual. "Otouto, why don't you take a stroll with us?" He asked softly but Izuna knew that this was no question. This wasn't his brother speaking anymore, this was the co-Hokage, Uchiha Madara, from the Uchiha clan.

A bright smile covered his face and he nodded, waving his dumbfounded girlfriend away, "Bye Natsuki-chan! I'll see you tonight!"

"…Okay." She replied, walking inside the restaurant to pay for the bill but he wouldn't let her pay everything, he was bred as a gentleman. So, flickering in front of the cashier, he surprised his girlfriend, who squeaked softly, "Bill for table seven."

The man behind the desk didn't even bat an eyelid, he was used to having ninja's appear magically in front of him, "That will be nine thousand ryo's, Izuna-sama." Of course, he knew who the man in front of him was, he wasn't born yesterday. With a friendly smile, he paid the needed amount and kissing his girlfriend once again, he flickered next to his brother and Hokage. "Shall we go?"

The trio nodded and with pleasant smiles, they walked away, occasionally waving to the villagers who brightened up at the sight of their Hokage's taking a relaxing walk around the village and checking everything from up-close.

But on the inside, they were roaring from pure anger and fury, blood thirst swirling violently inside of them.


Mito gasped in pain, leaning against the fence of the Academy, somehow she had a feeling that her son must be around here. Ever since he had heard from his father that he would be enrolled in the Academy soon, he kept coming here, watching the students with awe and longing. She had let him since he showed to be capable of taking care of himself. Now though, she could feel nothing but regret at that decision. Her baby boy was out here, vulnerable to the vultures.

"Akhiko-kun…" She whispered in angst, fearing that something bad might happen to her son. Limping inside of the Academy ground, she walked towards the forested area, hoping that her son would be here, training secretively with the dull kunai's from the Academy.

Unfortunately for her, today was a free day for the Academy. When she limped past the high trees, she heard quiet sobs, familiar quiet sobs. Her heart stopped beating right then and there. But before she could do something about it, a pained, anguished scream tore from her lips and she crumpled on the ground.

"Kaa-cha-" A worried boy's voice shouted but he was cut off suddenly.

Mito crawled towards the source of that voice, hoping that her son was safe, she wouldn't forgive herself if anything bad would happen to him. "A-Akhiko-kun…" She whispered softly, flinching when another hot, scorching pain boiled her organs alive. Struggling to breath properly, she focused her blurry eyes on the sight of Shisui, holding her dear son with a kunai aimed at his throat. "N-No…I beg of you…Don't…"

She could see the fear swirling inside of Akhiko's eyes and the wet spot on his pants was undoubtedly urine. He had pissed himself from alarming terror. "NO!" She screamed as loud as she could and coughed out, clutching her stomach tightly.

Fake Shisui smirked cruelly, pushing the kunai closer to her son's fragile throat, ignoring his muffled cries as his body shook uncontrollably.

Mito clenched her fists, wondering why Tobirama didn't find him on time. She knew he should have found hi-"Wondering why Tobirama-kun couldn't find him? Simple. I'm using Fuinjutsu to cloak his chakra. Convenient, don't you think?" The impostor mocked her and she felt so helpless and then there was the blinding pain. Fighting against the pain, she forced herself to get up but crumpled afterwards in a heap of flesh and bones. To make matters worse, her chakra was unresponsive to her and she could only whimper and cry from this situation she was put in. "…Kami, please, let the boy go. I-I'll do anything-" "Anything?" The impostor cut her off brusquely, watching the crippled woman with half-lidded eyes, her best friend's eyes!

"Then start telling me about this SS-rank secret. Everything."

Shock was displayed on the red-haired beauty, shock and raw pain, "I-I can't t-t-tell you about that…"

Black eye brows shot up, and then a dark smile lit up Shisui's face, "Really?" Without feeling any remorse, the henge'd intruder stabbed Akhiko's shoulder, twisting it with a rough move, eliciting a pained scream from the small boy who pissed his pants even more, his knees buckling down as he threw up, the smell of vomit burning his nostrils.

Accusatory eyes looked at her and Mito could only scream from the anguish and phantom pain the shot through her shoulder at the sight of her son getting stabbed. It felt as if she had been stabbed. Salty tears rolled down her cheeks and she struggled and crawled towards the man, biting on her lip, trying to reach the duo. Breath hitched in her throat, Mito grabbed the intruder's ankle, using all her might to hold him in place, "P-Please…don't hurt my baby boy."

"I don't care about your boy, Mito-chan." The impostor hissed coldly, "I only care about myself."

And then Mito experienced another torturing moment how the impostor stabbed her son's other shoulder with another kunai, crying and struggling against the crazy infiltrator, the crazy and strong infiltrator. "STOP!" Could she really betray Konoha…? Looking at her crying, bleeding son, she nodded inwardly, she would do everything in her power to save her son, …even at the cost of her husband's beloved country. Sure, he might hate her but that would be better than letting the guilt eat at her slowly on, regret greeting her every single, fucking morning. "I-I'll t-t-tell you e-everything…" She sobbed out, her heart beating wildly and she could only see Hashirama's disapproved ones telling her how much he hated her. And then the rest from Konoha would view her as a traitor, which she would be…

…but that didn't mean that she liked to do this. She was being forced, she had no choice-it was this or her son. Dear Kami, she couldn't let her son die in front of her. Blood kept pouring out her son's shoulder, both of them, and she could only choke on her cries, clutching the man's ankle tighter with her shaking hands.

"T-The-" Her words were cut short by the presence from the same ANBU from before and Mito could only sigh in relief that she wasn't forced to reveal anything. The impostor received a nasty punch to his face and the Shisui henge dropped, revealing a man with long black hair and piercing, forest green eyes. Mito cried out from relief when her son was rescued from the deranged man. Pushing all her strength to her arms, she caught her son who crumpled on the ground like a heap of bones.

Worriedly, she pushed his bangs away from his face, his face white as a ghost and blood pouring out of him in an alarming rate. She yelled loudly, trying to get someone's attention, anyone- her chakra was disoriented, her concentration was bad and she couldn't even see properly, her tears making everything blurry. She was useless, a useless mother.

And worst was the fact that Akhiko was looking at her, begging her to stop the pain, "K-Kaa-chan…i-it h-h-hurts…" He coughed out blood and then Mito had to close her eyes when he threw up over her, the smell reeking like rancid trash. Her son started crying, snot and tears mixing- the sight was crushing her heart slowly on, the pain that she felt from seeing her son in this state made her feel horrible and she cradled him closer to her, ignoring the disgusting smell and hugging her baby boy close to her heart, "I'm so sorry, Akhiko-kun, so sorry…forgive me…please, forgive me…"


Tobirama and Shisui felt the worried flickering from a dear friend of them and worriedly glancing at each other, they flickered towards said spot.


Hashirama, Madara and Izuna turned their heads towards the Academy, "Aniki-" "Let's go." Madara ordered calmly- toocalm.

The three shunshined away to their said destination, all wearing calm faces.


"Kuso." The mysterious ANBU cursed quietly, eyes flickering quickly to the crying Mito and the unconscious Akhiko- things were looking very bad for him. He couldn't protect the duo and fight off this person, who apparently came from Takigakure, judging from the headband. He didn't know what was going on between Konoha and Takigakure but it sure didn't seem very friendly if they sent an elite shinobi like him. His shoulder's injury and the blood gushing out his abdomen was a testimony to his strength but he was more worried about the two behind him than his own life.

"You can't keep your eyes on yourself and the other two." The black-haired man spat out, a dark smirk coloring his face, "You are one of the few shinobi's who can keep up with me, unfortunately, you're going to join them all in the Afterlife." He added with a slight chuckle,, his predatory eyes flickering towards the vulnerable duo.

Suddenly, he moved his hands in supreme speed, executing a jutsu that he had never seen, "Wha-?" His eyes widened considerably and he had only time to run- Run, run, you won't be able to get on time. Moving his hands to form another set of seals, he shouted loudly, "Doto-" To his utmost horror, his legs couldn't move anymore, his entire body started to spasm wildly and he dropped on his knees, his stomach churning unpleasantly from the inside. He blinked his eyes, twice, and crawled towards the two most important people for the Hokage. He couldn't fail his Hokage, he couldn't fail his friends- no, family.

The enemy breathed out deeply and mentally, he had to wonder what he was doing until he smelled it. He started coughing and grasping for breath but it was getting so difficult- his mask was getting too much for him and with a flick of his fingers, he threw the mask away, taking a deep breath but that only worsened. Poison? He thought inwardly, clenching his knuckles tightly as his veins started to get thicker, his shaking getting worse and his head spinning madly.

"You don't look good, just like those poor fellows. Need help?" The shinobi mocked him and he glanced behind him, his eyes widened when he saw Mito coughing loudly, hitting her chest and Akhiko throwing up blood, the veins on his throat turning purple. His heart bonked loudly and he was thinking of something, anything, to protect those two. He coughed loudly, his nails digging deeper inside of his calloused hands, and the shock within him kept increasing until he felt like someone was strangling him.

Takigakure, one of the newest created villages, and this shinobi was strong, strong indeed. "I've put a special seal around us, this way no disruption will take place."

"D-Don't u-u-underestimate," He stopped speaking, coughing loudly but he had to say what was on his liver, forcing himself to finish his sentence, he glared weakly at the intruder, "…my Ho-o-okages." The ANBU cursed him to the depths of Hell for that fucking seal.

Then, a sudden epiphany emerged within his head and he closed his eyes, hoping that he was doing the right choice. He collected the needed chakra towards his throat and with a huge intake of breath, he inhaled everything within his lungs, his protesting lungs that were trying to push the poisonous gas away. His eyes started tearing up and his heart started beating aggressively. With wobbly legs, he dropped on the ground and tried to purify the poisonous gas but the chemical gas was something he had never encountered before. He couldn't even exhale, for fear that a vulnerable civilian could be inhaling the deadly smell and then die from that cause.

He kept blinking with his eyes, trying to keep his breathing as normal as possible as his lungs were desperately sucking up air. Suddenly, he felt a strong kick against his abdomen and he coughed out blood, the sticky substance dripping down his neck and into his clothes. His enemy didn't seem to sympathize with him as he proceed to crouch down and grab his chin tightly, "I've heard many great things about you, it's a shame you won't be able to grow your legacy further." With his other free hand he was twirling a kunai and then without an ounce of mercy, he proceed to stab him right through his heart, "Goodbye."

The mask-less ANBU's eyes widened and then he was dropped unceremoniously on the ground. His body started to trash, violent spasms surging throughout his entire body. He could only think about one person, and one person only, Forgive me, my son.


"No-!" A gruff voice shouted with wide eyes and then he dispersed into smoke, unwillingly so.


When the loving couple arrived on the spot, Shisui's eyes widened and she screamed loudly, running towards her fallen friend. Her entire body was ice-cold and her heart was beating so loudly, she feared it might escape through her throat. Tears already were rolling down at the sight of her precious people. She couldn't lose them, not after losing so many precious people close to her.

The moment she appeared next to the fallen ANBU, green cloaked her hands as her two other clones ran to Mito and her godchild. She had to stay calm if she wanted to save them.

While Tobirama fought off the intruder, his eyes regarding the enemy with an icy, cool gaze, "Takigakure will be sorry for infiltrating inside our village." Colder, darker, quieter, harsher, "Today, you'll be facing something far dangerous than the Shinigami itself." At that moment, Hashirama, Madara and Izuna appeared, all three of them regarding the wide-eyed intruder with a murderous look, killing intent so high, it made the shinobi throw up as he dropped on the ground, crumpling like a pathetic, weak man. Gone was the strong and confident man. No single person on earth was a match for the four chakra monsters, nothing and no one.

The long-time rivals and now, good friends, advanced slowly, kunai, tanto and swords in their hands. The man had only time to open his lips but no scream tore from his lips.

…At that moment the roles were reversed.

The predator became the prey, the hunter became the hunted.

No mercy would be granted, tonight the intruder was facing the devil itself.