So many people have asked details about this story. I wanted you all to know that I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS! =D Seriously, no idea. I've found that if I plan out a story, I lose interest. Therefore, no planning with this one!

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Naruto huffed quietly behind his ANBU mask; the finals of the chunin exams where about to begin and only 3 participants were from Konoha. Team Komugi had dropped out during Ibiki's mind fuck, leaving behind Team Gai and Team 10. Both teams made it through the Forest of Death, but Kiba, Hinata and the girl from Team Gai had all been taken out during the pre-luminaries, leaving Shino, Neji and Lee as the only fighters left for Konoha.

Naruto shifted from foot to foot in boredom. As soon as the coliseum had filled up and the entry gates for both the village and the designated area for the third exam had closed, a white dove had been released into the air-the sign for retreat. As calmly and as normally as possible, all those incapable of fighting had evacuated. Civilians had closed shop (the exam being a very convenient excuse), children followed their families and the old and sick where transported to shelter deep in the tunnels that ran through the Hokage monument. Once they arrived and their questions answered, they quickly settled down for the whole thing to blow over. For once, their evacuation wasn't a drill.

After the evacuation was complete, ANBU and Jounin (Chunin were either stationed with the evacuees or in the coliseum) immediately began quietly assassinating any stationed enemies. Several groups where found outside the city's gates preparing for a mass summoning and were quickly taken out, the summoning symbols on the ground copied for further study and then destroyed to prevent activation later.

The Hyuuga clan had been dispatched to scout for bombs, traps and anything else out of the ordinary. Their unique bloodline allowed them to search the walls, ground, sewers and other structures with efficacy and ease. Meanwhile, the Inuzaki and Abrume clans were both sent out into more forested areas (where the wildlife and many moving objects could distract the Hyuuga's eyes) to scout and trap the area to hopefully catch and injure enemy ninjas.

In the stadium, for every one civilian there were two shinobi in the stands, usually of Chunin rank or higher. The higher class guests had been debriefed and evacuated, a double sitting in their place. While many nobles had been angry, it was just more bad press for Sound/Oorchimaru and as a result, less high profile missions would be funding Oorchimaru's plans.

The Hokage's two body guards were Zabuza and Naruto himself, while the Kazekage's body guards had been replaced with two Konoha ANBU, Mouse and Falcon; their presence were seemingly ignored by the chatting Hokages.

Everything was in place.

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Naruto sprung into action as soon as the sleeping genjutsu was cast, the beautiful feathers that fell were macabre in their sleeping-death promises. His mind became focused on one thing: finish his mission. He didn't spare a glance for the Hokage or the remaining ANBU who stood behind their leader; they were shinobi, they were bred, trained, raised and thrived off of such situations.

He ran into the streets, dodging ongoing battles and badly aimed jutsus as he went. He didn't stop to assist his fellow comrades-there was no need. Everyone worked together beautifully and since they had more than enough warning, no one was caught unaware. Eventually he made it to his destination.

The majority of his targets would be at the Hokage's tower-Sarutobi's former teammates-turned-advisors had decided to stay in the most heavily guarded structure in the city and among them were the other council members that would die that night. They were first on his list of hits as they were the closest and most likely to move when things became heated. He felt no guilt about taking the lives of those who had once had Konoha's best interest in mind. They may have once been kind people and loyal to the village, but greed and politics had turned them into something twisted.

He easily scaled up the tower, not even hesitating as he created two dozen shadow clones and henged to look like a random enemy he had passed by during his mad dash to the tower. He crashed through the window on the top floor, slamming into the Hokage's desk, knocking the paperwork and instruments on the desk onto the floor in a scattered mess. Immediately he headed for the war room, knowing they would be there no doubt surrounded by ROOT members.

Knowing stealth would give him an advantage, he sent one clone to make a ruckus in the records room behind the war room, hoping that the stationed ROOT team would send a few members of their squad to investigate. He then sent the other clone to enter the war room directly through the front door while he slid through the upper air vents. He henged into a mouse, a creature small and quiet by nature, and he quickly squeezed between the gratings of the vent.

He quickly ran to the war room's vent, mentally signaling to his other clones to begin their own part in the mission. He surveyed the situation, counting 5 ROOT ANBU in the open, and 4 hiding out in the shadows. Among them were the fifteen council members he was sent to kill, and a few who he was to leave untouched.

The first clone smashed into the records room, randomly pulling out files, throwing out scrolls and pushing over whole book shelves. The ROOT didn't move at first; however one of the councilors began to get antsy. Naruto recognized him as one of his targets (and from his youth) Homura, who curtly ordered three shinobi to see to the disturbance.

Koharu was another easily recognized face in the crowd. She sat twisting and pulling at her expensive kimono in impatience, facing a wall and staring vacantly. She startled badly when his other clone knocked down the door to the war room. The clone's job was to distract and so no finesse was required. His other self had merely kicked the door in, not bothering to quiet his entry or hide his intentions. Not hesitating, the clone literally leaped into action, aiming to kill the targets closest to him with the kunai the gleamed dully in the light. The ROOT ANBU also didn't hesitate; the remaining two went for the clone, chasing him as he ran about the room in a flurry of kunai and death. Naruto felt his blood begin to pump in excitement. This wasn't a test, this wasn't easy and this wasn't even an enemy shinobi.

Focusing, Naruto wiggled his way through the bars of the vent and fell through the gap. He ended the henge before he reached the floor, going into a low crouch. He didn't pause-as soon as his feet touched the floor he launched himself towards the center of the room, pushing off the ground with as much force as he could. He quickly reached into his supply pouch and pulled out one explosive and smoke tag each. Activating both, he flung them to where his targets had huddled in the commotion before he launched himself to the ceiling, avoiding the explosion's back lash.

The resounding boom made his ears ring and his teeth rattle. Three of his targets died from the exposition, five others were too injured to move and he easily propelled himself from the ceiling and slit their throats with quick and precise strokes. He vaguely recognized one blubbering man from his youth. He had been a banker, particularly vicious in his treatment on Naruto with a fondness towards baseball bats. Naruto felt no remorse at taking his life, even as he begged for mercy.

Only seven members left to kill.

He jumped backwards as one of the ROOT members sprung from the shadows and cut through the smoke, the katana missing his face only by centimeters. One of his clone's pursuers finally had noticed his presence, most likely due to the bomb's detonation and the large amount of smoke that now filled the once clear room.

He twisted, pushing himself off a nearby wall and flung a chair in the way of his attacker. The ROOT member jumped over the chair, bringing his katana over head to cleave Naruto in half mid-jump. Adrenaline pumping, Naruto used the metal backing of his gloves to push the attack aside, but is still cut deeply into his shoulder. Hissing in pain and anger, he ducked underneath his attacker's arm and plunged a kunai into his and lungs. His mark hit true and the man's breath took on a sick gurgling sound. Not waiting around to watch the ROOT member die, he jumped over the soon-to-be-corpse, pushing him down and using his back as a jumping board and grabbed the katana out of the man's loose grip.

A small explosion sounded a room over and almost immediately after a wave of memories flooded his mind. The clone in records room had used an explosive suicide jutsu, taking his attackers out with him. The resounding explosion caused debris to fall, trapping two more of his unfortunate attackers under the rubble. Walking almost casually over to them, he raised the bloody katana to their necks and cut swift and deep. The wall behind them became painted with gore as their heads de-attached from their bodies and with hollows thuds, rolled to the ground.

Five more to go.

He quickly surveyed to room, noticing the bloody tracks on the floor. No doubt from those smart enough to flee. He followed the trail, creating three more clones to assist. Scouring the levels, Naruto managed to find and kill three more, leaving only Koharu and Homaru left to kill. No doubt their shinobi background and knowledge of the tower's layout helped them greatly.

Naruto winced as felt the other of his first two clones die. It seemed reinforcements had arrived and several ROOT ANBU were quickly closing in on him.

He finally found his remaining two targets in an old storage room, using the boxes and filing cabinets that filled that room as coverage. Any other shinobi wouldn't have noticed them; they made little to no sounds, left no tracks and had repressed their chakra. Unfortunately, they still emitted a smell. Stale sweat and fear hung around them like cloaks and allowed Naruto to pinpoint their locations in the room.

Silently, he henged back into the mouse form and squeezed himself through the door's crack. Keeping as silent as possible, he allowed his true form to take hold. He quietly stalked through the various boxes and cabinets, attaching explosive tags as he went. Smiling a demon's smile, he transported outside the room again just as he activated the explosive tags.

The screams and of pain were music to his ears.

Still grinning, he hummed as he strolled back into the room to check the damage.

Homaru had died instantly; shrapnel from the filing cabinet he had hid behind had lodged itself through his lower jaw, killing him instantly.

Koharu had not been so fortunate. The wooden storage boxes had splintered and like an overly large stake, had pinned her to the wooden floor, entering through her bowels. She was screaming in pain, clawing at the stake pathetically, causing her fingernails to crack and bleed and splinters to lodge themselves in her elderly flesh.

"Mah…" he mocked sighed, taking pleasure in Koharu's terrified face as she looked at him, whimpering.

"You seem stuck, hmm?" He mocked her, placing his foot against the stake and pushing it, causing it shift and pull and her injury. Her screaming reached a new pitch at the renewed pain.

"I think…I'll just leave you here to die. Slowly, agonizingly, with only yourself for comfort…this way…you can take this time to think on all your life's accomplishments…" He smiled cruelly, his beautiful face twisting in a sinister way.

Koharu watched him walk away as the life slowly drained from her body. She saw, even through her pain, a silhouette of a man, with long hair and shining eyes, godlike in a way. She knew that she had been judged unworthy and when death came to take her, it would not be kind.

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He didn't bother to search for ROOT members; instead he merely waited by the door. Soon enough two showed up and in their haste, tripped his trap wire that released two canisters of sleeping gas.

Huffing in disappointment, he sealed their sleeping bodies into his sealing scroll, along with one dead ROOT body for later study. Even the dead could be useful, after all.

He bandaged his should quickly as he made his way out of building, trying to slow the bleeding.

He'd drop both off the Ibiki later, but for now…

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With his first 15 targets dead, Naruto quickly made his way to the only known entrance to ROOT headquarters. He had taken a close look at one of the deceased ROOT members before he had left the tower, and took on his appearance.

The entrance was located in a back alley of Konoha's shopping district and a series of bricks had to be pressed in order for entrance to be allowed. Naruto had been watching the spot for weeks, and it seemed that the sequence corresponded to the time of day. Look at the sky, he observed the sun's current coordinates in the sky and pressed the corresponding bricks on the wall. A hole barley big enough for him to squeeze through opened up below the bricks.

He shimmed down, clutching a rusted and weak ladder as he descended into the depths of Konoha. He didn't bother looking around and the place was seemingly empty-most likely everyone was too busy with the invasion to protect a place the enemy would never know of.

Quickly he brought out a sealing scroll and released a paint brush and invisible ink. He painstakingly began writing the seal the hokage had been drilling into his brain for months on the walls, foundation pillars and anywhere else he could reach. Completing his task, he resealed the brush and empty paint can.

Having walked the chambers already to paint the seals, he had a good idea of where any records would be kept. There were few building in the sewer style chambers and fewer still looked to be in good condition. The one that looked to be in the best repair was most likely where his final objective lay.

Upon entering the building, he found it to be an office or lodging. From the cane and roll of bandages that lay casually about, he guessed it was where Danzo spent the majority of his time. Wishing he still had ink left over to cover the place in the special seal, he began to painfully look through everything for any notes. He found a journal that he quickly used a Jutsu to duplicate along with a few notes, but not the large amount of documents he was hoping for.

He tested the walls and floor boards for secret compartments, along with the furniture but he found nothing. Sighing, he began searching the remaining buildings (which turned out to be sleeping quarters and training dojos) for anything.

It was in the second the last building he found anything of worth. It appeared to be another dojo but this one had a medical bay attached to it. There where copious notes and lists from whoever ran the facility; from class roasters, to health records to detailed notes on the silencing seal and its effects.

Jack pot.

Copying everything, he sealed it into his scroll before silently making his way out.

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The battle was still going on, but not as furiously as before. The enemy troops had been badly crippled and where being driven back inch by inch. He made his way back to the arena, seeing the legendary Ino-Shika-Cho trio (both old and new generation) take down a squad of opposing shinobi.

He passed by many allies, all of whom fought fiercely for their home. He stopped to occasionally assist those who were struggling, but many times he was not needed to join the fray.

He quickly made to ANBU headquarters, which was a chaotic mess; ANBU running about, getting weapons, supplies or dropping off the injured.

He bypassed it all, making his way to Ibiki's office hoping to find the man there.

No such luck.

Searching and asking around, he eventually found him already in an interrogation room, pumping an enemy shinobi for information. His…guest…was worse for wear already. Feeling his shoulder throb, Naruto knocked at the door and stepped back for the door to open. Seconds later, Ibiki's scowling face peaked around the door. Seeing Naruto, he lifted a scared eyebrow in question.

Wordlessly, Naruto handed over the scroll before he allowed himself to pass out, blood loss and exhaustion finally taking over. He felt himself being caught by huge arms before he reached the ground, and gave into the black.

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