It had been two day.

And just like Kakashi had said he, Genma, Asuma and three other of their kinsmen were getting ready to leave the their home to go and look for their M.I.A brothers and sisters. Kakashi strapped his eleven inch long and seven inch wide jagged toothed bowie knife and straitened his spine and looked at the others. As of now they were on a search and rescue mission. They needed to find out why their brothers and sisters hadn't checked in.

He rolled his neck on his shoulders, popping it and let his wings break through the skin of his back and wrapped the soft leathery appendages around his shoulders like a cape and studied him kinsmen. They were the best his clan had to offer, the boldest, and most cunning and ruthless of their blood line. Warriors that were a mite out of place with in their species, yet blended in with the humans.

Each of them had jobs in law enforcment. One was a sniper. And other was a navy seal. Two were a part of the special forces. Kakashi himself had spent time in the special forces and in the navy when he was younger. He knew nine different types of mixed martial arts, was a crack shot with a gun and could literally tear a person in two with his bare hands if he chose to do so.

He was a great strategist, and an even greater hunter.

He lived to protect his kin and his clan, and like any great leader, he would sacrifice his own life to ensure the continuation of his people. It would take two hours to reach the colony that Jiraiya and Tsunade, the two eldest of their kind, had established in order to figure out a way to restart their population since it was very rare for the females to breed, and there was less than a hundred of their kind in all the world.

The others finished saying goodbye to their children and their females and messing with their weapons and turned to Kakashi for orders. He looked them all over and nodded his head and headed towards the edge of the roof. He opened his large silvery translucent wings and dove off of the building and let himself fall several hundred feet before catching an air current and shifting his body so that he would glide up back towards the place he had jumped from and looked back and smiled when he saw the others following closely behind.

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Uzu looked at the dirty socks laying on her kitchen counter and felt her eye twitch a little.

It had been two days since she had come home to find the letters painted on her door and called Iruka.

Two. Long. Ass. Fucking. Days.

And she was about ready to commit murder. His murder.

He snored, he took up all the space on her couch, he invaded her office when she was trying to relax or do work. He didn't cook. He didn't do dishes. He didn't do his own laundry. Hell, she was suprised that the man even took a bath all by himself without her to hold his widdle hand.

And she had had almost enough! He was driving her crazy!

She bared her teeth and growled as she snatched up the dirty socks and stomped out of the kitchen and down the hall to the guest room and kicked the door open, not caring in the least if it damaged the plaster or fell of it's hinges and glared at the half naked man tangled in the Egyptian cotton sheets. The moocher must die!

And after he died, he could bring himself back to life and clean up his damn messes. She wasn't his mother. She wasn't his wife. And she did not have to take his shit lying down! She walked silently over to the bed, making sure to grab a small glass lamp as she went. She meant it this time. She really wasgoing to kill him. All the times she had been pissed at him before couldn't compare to now. They had simply been mentally preparing her for this day.

Fate had known that she was destined to kill her stupid, adoring, over protective brother.

She reached the bedside and stared down at the shoulder length dark brown hair and reached out to turn him over. Because if she was going to kill him, she wanted to do it right, and do it while looking at his face. Her finger tips ghosted along his shoulder blade to his arm and she started to push, just ever so slightly when his hand shot out and grasped her shirt and he rose up on the bed a little bit and planted his shoulder in her stomach and flipped her onto the bed behind him and then straddled her hips and wrapped his fingers around her neck.

She growled in annoyance as he blinked his tired dark eyes at her and frowned. "Uzu?"

"Who else would come into you're room intending to bash your head in?" She snarled at him as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand and looked around then made a humming sound.

"Who else indeed? To my knowledge you're the only one with enough screws loose to come up on a sleeping former marine like that. So what'd I do this time?"

She opened her mouth to snap at him about being a moocher and a bum, when her mind finally regisered that he was sitting on her butt naked, and she suddenly lost her ability to speak. OMG! OMG! He's naked! Why the hell is he naked?

And more to the point, why had he been sleeping in her guest room naked? In her guest bed...where she could come in and pounce on him or something (depending on her mood). Was he insane? Iruka stared at Uzu as she gaped at him, her pale face a vivid soft rose pink and looked down at himself and made another humming sound. As if the fact that he was sitting on his adopted baby sister as naked as the day he'd been born, was an every day normal occurrence.

"Something wrong sis?" He asked curiously as she gaped at him just a second longer.

"You're naked. Why are you naked? In my guest room, on my nice new sheet. I have to burn them now. And why haven't you gotten off of me and got some fucking clothes on?" She babbled on and on for almost ten minutes about him being naked in her guest room and ruining her new sheets. And he indulged her a little bit by listening to her every word before she seemed to snap herself out of her panicked funk and growled and shoved him off of her and scrambled across the room before he could even bother to apologise and pointed at him and started yelling.

"I'm not you're mother. I'm not you're wife. Put some damn clothes on. Strip the bed. Do the laundry and the dishes and for once you can make me something for breakfast!" She turned and stomped out the bedroom door and he ran his fingers through his long hair and called out.

"And what will you be doing?"

"Gouging my eyes out! And don't you dare laugh!"