Chapter 8: Caught by Kakashi
We make's many stink bomb and target the people who beat Naruto up.
And were successful. But he and Naruto are running like their life is on the line.
They were too revved up on the sweet taste of victory and triumph to keep from grinning, too excited about a prank gone beautifully, hilariously right that he missed the telltale warning signs of impending pursuit.
The Anbu's are manageable in that their whole deal seems to be that they're trying to go unseen. Step into a crowd and you can lose them lickety-split. What he hadn't accounted for was the general jumpiness of the rest of the ninja population..
Naruto shrieks as strong hands pluck him out of the air mid jump, only to be released a second later when the pain of having my tiny fist slam into a very sensitive area makes those hands spasm.
He grabs Naruto and together, they leave the slowly collapsing, choking ninja in their dust.
"That was so cool!" Naruto utterly delighted by this new game.
Apparently any attention is good attention in Naruto's book.
Which is...not great. Definitely not great.
Because he's slow. Slowing down to pump his fists in victory and drawing attention by shouting when they could have otherwise slipped away, undetected.
"Naruto, shut up!" he hisses, ducking low beneath an awning to avoid the eyes of the ninja on the rooftops dashing past. "You're gonna get us caught."
"So what! We're awesome! Those losers can't do anything against Konoha's future Hokage!"
"Naruto be quiet, or you'll get us caught, especially me"
"What?" his voice mercifully goes quieter, blue eyes flashing with sudden worry. "Why? The old man won't punish us that bad."
"I don't plan on getting caught at all, Naruto" there. A nice little kid-sized hole in that old building across the street. They should be able to lie low there. "I like my current life now, Come on, this way. And stay quiet."
"What-"Naruto try to say something but i ignore him and trots behind him with his hands tucked behind the back of his head. Bold as brass tacks in a street crawling with the enemy.
They almost make it to the building before there's a victorious shout behind them.
A blur of movement hits Naruto and in the next blink, they've both disappeared and suddenly there's a bandanna man with a really long needle dangling from his lips blocking the entrance to his designated hiding spot. There's something worryingly sharp about the man's dark eyes.
'Shit.'
"Don't suppose you'll just let us off with a firm warning?" he tries, wondering if bringing out a knife is going to get him killed.
The element of surprise has worked well for him so far. But now that bandanna man is giving him the wariness he actually deserves, that's not gonna fly.
"Think there's a few people that wanna have a chat with you," bandanna man said looking at me while shrugging, a graceful rolling of the shoulders that seems almost like a signal and he's moving before the air behind him.
He barely manages to tuck and roll out from beneath grasping fingers, knife out and slicing at the achilles of an Anbu only to barely make it through what are apparently reinforced sandals. Huh. The affect is still useful in that the Anbu darts away. Giving him the space he wants.
Just as he slams his another homemade smoke bomb down into the ground, he feels another presence appear behind him and loses the knife when he stabs it through a reaching hand.
Then smoke fills the street and he relies on his snap shot memory of the area to seek his escape.
Feels a little bad leaving Naruto there, but if the little guy had just listened and keep quiet they wouldn't been caught.
'It's okay, it's not like they're going to hurt him'
He darts around voices in the smoke, stepping wide of running feet but the moment he gets clear of the nose-stinging haze, a hand plucks him up off the ground by the back of his shirt.
The twist and kick he pulls should have snapped the offenders wrist.
The last thing he's expecting is for the guy to pop. Just...pops. Into smoke. Gone from this plane of existence.
'Shadow clone'
He's got no control in the subsequent free-fall. No way to prevent that same teenage from slamming into him. Frighteningly strong arms wrapping around him, pinning his arms to his sides.
"I got him!" Anbu crows, triumphant for a second before he loses all the air in his lungs when a tiny heel slams into his crotch. "You suck," Crows wheezes out, collapsing down to his knees even if his grip never wavers.
"Let go, motherfucker," he snarls, thrashing in the grip and eventually resorting to making use of his extra sharp teeth.
The arms go bruisingly tight around him, air escaping in a sad little whine even as he doesn't let his jaw relax, blood filling his mouth.
"Urgh! You bastard!" Crow screams and finally let's go before he loses a finger, sending him tumbling across the ground.
The smoke is starting to dissipate as he rises shakily to his feet, spitting the blood from his mouth and gasping for the air now that he isn't being squeezed out like a roll of toothpaste.
He's also got the shithead's weapons pouch and a whole stack of weird-looking knives.
But a blade is a blade and he can throw anything if its aerodynamic enough.
Except there's a tall man with all but one dark eye covered and gravity defying silver hair stepping within range.
"Put the kunai down," Kakashi orders, voice commanding even though there's enough emotion in that one visible eye to drown a whole pity-party. "We're not going to hurt you."
'Shit, Kakashi'
The worst part is, something inside him wants to do what Kakashi asks.
His hand clenches the blade tighter, body tensing.
Kakashi is moving forward, that dark eye widening in surprise when it nearly gets personally acquainted with the pointy end of the knife he just threw. He doesn't wait to see if Kakashi manages to dodge, just turns on his heel and bolts.
When his about to shunshin, Kakashi already appeared behind him, his face pressed into the dirt, Kakashi was looming over his pinned body. And because of it his transformation was undone.
Kakashi looked at my form, and finally on my Clown face, he smartly put one if his transformation jutsu went off.
"What's your name?" Kakashi asks, easily keeping him pinned with just one massive hand on his back, too strong to fight off.
"Fuck you," he spits out, fingers scrabbling to gain purchase on the cobblestones, weapons pouch too far to reach. "Get off me!"
Kakashi manages to flip him with disheartening ease, pinning his arms out wide so he can't get any leverage to even bite at this fuckers face. Even his legs are too short to make any real impact, trying to kick for the groin only has the man leaning his hips back out of range.
That dark eye sweeps over his face before settling on his freshly makeup face.
"Genma, bring me some water," Kakashi says, never taking his eyes off him.
A moment later bandanna man crouches at his head with a canteen in hand, eyes flicking questioningly at lanky.
"Get the makeup out."
'Oh, fuck him. Fuck this. No!'
"Im not her!" he snarls, easily figuring out what this was all about, wishes his voice wasn't so girly, wasn't so squeaky. Wishes he had his normal baritone because he could growl with his old voice.
"Funny," the man drawls, voice easy and languid even though his eye is screaming. "You sure smell like her"
Something hot and tight clenches in his throat, panic freezing him in place as bandanna man gently washes the makeup, revealing the white cheeks and purple mark he try his best to hide. Stares up at the man with the one visible eye. An eye that screams pain and fear and shame, like it's causing the man physical pain to look down at him.
Like a man that wants to hurt because he won't stop staring at him.
"This doesn't. This doesn't have to mean anything."
'Shit. Shit.'
"We should take this off the street, Kakashi," bandanna man says, voice almost as gentle as his hands had been.
Kakashi nods and effortlessly bats aside his fists, crushing him against his chest. One big hand cupping the back of his head like he's made of glass and isn't a thrashing, snarling hellion, muffling his furious words in his shoulder, far too close to his throat for any sane person.
He kept thrashing, he don't know why, but unknown emotions envelopes him, and made him cry.
"It's alright," Kakashi presses his masked nose into his damp neck, arms firm and unyielding around him but not rough enough to be bruising. "It's gonna be alright. I've got you."
And he pass out.
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To be continued...
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A/N:
Im planning to post my BL walking dead fanfic.
It's already done, all i need to do is edit it.
It will be:
Rick x MC x Shane
But the main relationship is Shane and the MC.
I don't know if its good, im hesitating.