Hatake Kakashi eye smiled at his three little cuddly-wuddly students.

In return, his three cuddly-wuddly students, namely, Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto, edged away from him due to the child molester look their new sensei was giving them.

Kakashi ignored the completely creeped out looks his three little students were giving him. Jeez! They made it seem like he was a pedophile or something, with that mask and eye smile of his. Ignoring them once again, he took out something from his oh-so-handy flax jacket. "Lollipop, anyone?"

"No, thank you." "Hn." "Nope."

Kakashi shook the offerings in a tantalising manner. "Now, don't be shy. They're orange flavoured…"

"No, thank you." "Hn." "Okay."

Sakura and Sasuke look at their teammate with an "Is your head in the right place?" face, that even a blind man couldn't have missed.

Naruto, on the other hand, took the candy without the slightest hesitation. What did he have to fear? He had the world's most powerful technique in his hands… or legs, depending upon whichever he felt like using: The 'uzumaki hijutsu- ball buster' was really a fearsome technique. Even Uchiha Madara was defeated by a single hit of that god awful technique.

Speaking of the terrifying Uchiha…

"Hey, do you guys hear something…" Naruto said oh so suspiciously. He had a bad feeling about this.

"Hn. Dobe. You're going mad if you are hearing imaginary voices."

"What are you talking about Naruto. I don't hear anything." Sakura said with a confused voice. Maybe her teammate really was going cookies. That means he will be removed from the team! That means it will be only she and her Sasuke-kun! That means Sasuke-kun will finally be free of any competition for her love! KYAA~

"I definitely hear something!" Naruto wailed as he clutched his head. "I-I don't know what it is! But it feels like rabbits being killed!"

Sakura shrieked.

Sasuke gave a low Hn. Which meant 'That's cruel bruh!'

Kakashi eye smiled harder. "Maa Maa. You should not scare your teammates, Naruto. Now, you both, take my Lollipops and su-"

"-EEEEEEERT!" Suddenly, someone landed on the rooftops and missile drop-kicked the white haired jounin off the rooftop. "Take that, you pervert!"

Sakura stared at the newcomer in shock.

Sasuke stared at the newcomer in shock AND horror.

Naruto? Well, Naruto was… grinning?

"I knew it was you! Someone as horrible as you can only give that sort of vibe!"

Madara Uchiha stared at the Uzumaki. He was now hundred percent sure that someth-, er no, scratch that. He was sure that EVERYTHING was wrong with this kid. How, he was sure? Firstly, WHO THE HELL FEEDS THEIR GUEST A RAT?! Secondly. HE IS AN UZUMAKI! Every god forsaken Uzumaki comes with a list of instructions AND subjected to risks policy! Back in the days, Uzumaki were so feared that you couldn't win a war by just lying about having an Uzumaki on your side! His own first cousin thrice removed had made a fortune by writing the to-date famous book A Shinobi's Guide To Surviving An Encounter With An Uzumaki. Plus, Why the hell do you think he had battled Hashirama far away from Konoha! To not involve an innocent civilian in the crossfire? Pfft! As if he cared! It was because he didn't want to involve HER. Hashirama' wife! The She-devil! Mito!

As for how he came to know about the blonde menace' heritage? Well, Sarutobi was kind enough to warn him and his undead companions when they were alone in his office. Hey, they atleast deserved to know what exactly where they staying with for the unforeseeable future.

And yes. They were going to stay there. He, the greatest Uchiha since his stripper grandma, was going to forget about all the mental trauma that the blonde had put him through and extend a hand of friendship, being the bigger man he was. Sarutobi had decided to let them stay in the world of living after a lot of pleading and apologising was involved.

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The sandaime's secretary was a very busy lady. Yes, getting a girl's nails done, applying make-up every hour, in short, being a total eye candy took a lot of time, effort and energy. Also, let's not forget money. But, who the bloody hell cared about the money if you weren't the one paying!

Both, she and the old pervert knew why she had the job when she didn't even arrange files without needing some help. She was just a great eye candy for the old coot. Even now, she was sitting at her big oak desk, which was bigger than the third's own, and finishing the newspaper' crossword.

Suffice to say, she was a very busy lady.

But, since the last few minutes, strange noises had been coming from inside the hokage's office. Almost as if a baby was sobbing.

Finally, deciding to check out what exactly was happening, she walked to the office' door and slowly peered inside. What greeted her was the strangest sight of her entire career in that office.

There was sandaime, spawled on the floor, crying and holding what looked like burnt books.

Deciding to check whether the old fruit had finally gone bonkers or not, she knocked twice on the door. "Um… old fr- er, Third? Is everything alright?"

The crying stopped for a moment and the sandaime turned his neck to look at his secretary. What greeted the lady, though, was the snot and drool covered face of the strongest person in her village.

"Haruhi-chan! *snob* He… He burned them…! He burned all of them!"

The newly introduced Haruhi, tilted her head in confusion. "Um… I really don't understand sir. Who burned what?"

"Uchiha Madara! He… He burned my Icha-Icha! MY PRECIOUUUUS!"

Yup, the old man had really hit it this time.

"He threatened me to let him, Hashirama-sama and Tobirama-sama stay in the world of living and not make Naruto dispel the just! He said that he'll burn my literature if I don't let them do as they want. I did exactly as I was told but in the end he still did burn them! Oh, them pain of losing the one you love! Unbearable! Why, God why?! What did I ever do to you?! I knew it! I knew that surviving this long wasn't a boon!"

As the old man was busy in half-wailing and half-ranting, Haruhi-chan made a mental note of two things. Firstly, to get the old fruit admitted into the loony bin ASAP. Secondly, buy some eggs on the way to home.

"Damn You, Minato! I knew I should've done the sealing in your stead! At least I would've been at peace inside the Death God's belly."

"Um… old fru- er, Lord Hokage. Aren't those three dead…?"

The Hokage stopped mid rant and did and stared at his secretary in bewilderment. Then, he realised something. "Oh right! You didn't see them! They came through the window. Last Night, Uzumaki Naruto resurrected them using Edo Tensei. You see, Edo Tensei is-

"I know what it is. I was a Kunoichi myself, sir."

"Oh, right."

"Well, I should be going. Got a ton of work to do myself." She mentally snickered. Then, turned to the other occupant of the room who was silent through the whole ordeal. "… and Danzo-sama?"

"Yes?"

"Please stop fondling yourself. I'll puke."

"My bad."

Then, Haruhi-chan decided to leave the old fruit and the old bat by themselves. As she was closing the door, a voice stopped her.

"Haruhi-chan?"

"Yes, Hokage-sama?"

"Could you give me a hug, please? I could really use some good motorboating at this time."

"Hokage-sama?"

"Yes?"

"Drop dead."

Then, she closed the door with a resonant bang and went back to her desk. If only the yondaime were alive. Then, she wouldn't have felt bad taking money for doing nothing. She would've been very happy working under the yondaime as opposed to the perverted old man she was working under now. She would've let the yondaime motorboat with her all he would've wanted.

"It's really a shame that all the good one are taken. … Or dead. … Or both. Oh, well. Now, where's my blackberry…"

What! Words weren't going to spread the themselves.

"Though, it good that things never get boring with that Uzumaki kid around."

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Madara grinned beastly as he looked at the three young whelps in front of him. "Now, maggots. Be awed at the presence in front of you! I know I am awesome. No need to thank me for saving you all from that pervert. I was just doing my job."

Sakura sweated in uneasiness. First, this guy comes out of nowhere and dropkicks their sensei. Now, he stares at them as if they were three little sheeps and he was a big bad wolf."

She whispered to her Sasuke-kun without turning her eyes away from the scary man. "Psst. Sasuke-kun? Who do you think he is?"

Sasuke-kun didn't answer. He was having a flashback.

"Nii-san! Nii-san! Tell me another story! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" A five year old chibi Sasuke nagged his older brother.

Outwardly, Itachi just smiled at his otouto's antics. But, inwardly it was a completely different matter. He was going nuts! N.U.T.S.! This has been his brother's third goddammed story and he still wants more?! His parents did jack squat and he was saddled with taking care of a five year old, when he himself was just ten years old! He had a life for God's sake! Today, he couldn't go to eat ramen at Ichiraku's and meet up with dear Ayame-chan just because his brother wanted to learn throwing Shuriken and their father was too busy to teach his younger son!

Seriously! If this kept going on then God forbid him, there won't remain a clan anymore to make him suffer!

Hmm. Let's hold that thought for the near future, shall we. The genius thought to himself with a wider smile. Now, about the matter at hand, he thought. "One second Sasuke. I have just the right story for you."

All the way laughing, he went. Like an evil scientist, to his parents bedroom without any care that he interrupted them during their lovemaking. Grinning like a fox, he took a particularly old and worn out book for his father's shelf and went back, laughing all the way.

Back in the room, Fugaku and Mikoto were worried. They were in the middle of their nightly passionate romp, when little Itachi barged in laughing like a homicidal maniac, took a book and left laughing like a mass murdering maniac.

"Dear, I'm scarred about Itachi-kun. Nowadays, he seems so… so detached."

"Don't worry, Mikoto. He's fine, just a little stressed . I told that kid to take some more missions in the ANBU. Nothing relieves stress better than a S-ranked Assassination mission. The more, the merrier."

"Yes. Dear. Now, let's get back to what we were doing!"

"Hn."

Little Sasuke saw Itachi-nii return with a book in hand and a smile on his face.

"So, Sasuke. You know how every family has a black sheep?" At his nod, Itachi continued. "Well, this isn't the story of such a black sheep. It about a black wolf amongst a herd of sheep. You're ready to listen?"

Without missing a beat, his otouto nodded. So, he opened the book and started reading. "The tale of the Shinobi's boogeyman, Uchiha Madara…"

Suffice to say, Sasuke wasn't able to sleep that or many other nights.

Sasuke teared up at the memory. If only he'd said no that night… But, the present moment was all the more horrifying. The source of his nightmares was standing in all of his unholy glory. "Uchiha M-M-Madara…"

The aforementioned person turned their terrifying Gaze at the younger Uchiha of the two. "Oh? You're an Uchiha, I see… and it's not M-M-Madara! It's Madara! Remember it well, twerp."

Sasuke passed out.

Madara raised an eyebrow at that, "Well, fire-style me sideways. He's gotta be the wimpiest Uchiha out there."

Naruto grinned again, "Atleast we agree at something."

Sakura, at that point, was having some brainstorming done. She even didn't register the Uchiha patriarch's comment about her crush. 'now where have I heard that name before? Uchiha Madara…' Then, it it her like a freight train. She turned to look at the Uchiha patriarch so sharply that Naruto and Madara thought she had snapped her neck. "OHMYGOSH!" She shrieked and Madara thought about snapping her neck.

Then, Sakura did the only thing that she was well versed in. She passed out.

"Jeez! What's up with kids nowadays! Are they all retarded?!"

"Maybe it's your deodorant."

Madara turned to see Hashirama and Tobirama, who had just landed on the rooftop.

"I don't use deodorant, Tobirama." He replied dryly.

The nidaime smiled wryly, "See? Proved my point."

Hashirama looked at the blonde boy who was sitting lazily cross legged. "Yo. Naruto-chan!" He greeted cheerfully. "What ya up to?"

Naruto replied without missing a beat. "He kicked my sensei off the roof and sent my two teammates in coma just by looking at them."

"Aww! Wittle Nawu-chan wowied about his sensei?" The boogeyman taunted. "Wait a minute! That pervert who I just kicked was your sensei?!"

"Yes! Mr. I-like-rats-so-much-that-I-eat-them! That was my sensei!"

Madara was so perplexed that he missed the insult. "But my perv-sense is never wrong! That man sure is a pervert! I know it!"

Now, Naruto was confused. "What's that?"

Tobirama answered, while checking up on the fainted Uchiha. "Perv-sense? It's Madara's second bloodline."

"Blood-what now?"

The three legendary shinobi sighed. This was going to be a long day.

"Oi! Who the bloody hell kicked me?!"

They all turned and saw Kakashi, who had just climbed back up the building from the wall. The white haired jounin dusted himself off and looked up, just in time to see the three legendary shinobi.

The three legendary shinobi who became legends after they had passed away.

Shocked, Kakashi staggered back, thus, loosing his foot and falling off the building. AGAIN.

"The man can't even walk properly." Madara shook his head. "Are you sure he's qualified to be your sensei?"

"He could've just taken the stairs, instead." Naruto shook his head. "So, what are you guys doing here? I thought you were with sadaime-jiji."

Madara grinned. Then, Hashirama grinned. Then, Tobirama also grinned. "Ah, you see…"

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Orochimaru was a patient person. Unlike, JIraiya or Tsunade, he did never lost his cool in even the most desperate of situations. Rarely, did he show any signs of anger. At most, he would be annoyed (mostly by JIraiya, though) and even then, he would rather throw a taunt than blow a gasket. Truly, he was-

"KABUTO! Where's my goddammed strawberry chá chá cake!"

-calm. Unless, you mess with his desserts. JIraiya had learned about it the hard way.

Two seconds later, Kabuto bolted inside his master's bedroom at a speed that would've made the yellow flash green with envy, had the man been there to see it, instead of chilling inside the Death God's belly.

"Your cha cha, Orochimaru-sama!" Kabuto wheezed with a red face. Boy, he was really tempted to leave this job, if not for the hundred of men, women and children that he got to cut up for 'experiments'. But, it was all in all tempting to get over with this job. His butt was really sore for the past few days, too.

"Kabuto, you big dolt. It's not 'cha cha'! Its chá chá." The snake sannin admonished , all the while staring at the piece of cake in front of him, like it was a prior unknown species of organism.

Then, he took hold of the spoon and carved out a tiny piece. From, the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Kabuto, who was sweating as if he was in a life threatening situation with a superior foe. Without further ado, he put the piece of cake in his mouth. Savouring and testing it. Mentally, he evaluated it. The taste, the consistency and the ingredients were all in the right quantity.

Kabuto, meanwhile, was reading the expressions on his master's face. To his surprise… and relief, Orochimaru-sama liked his cake. Good job, Kabuto! He congratulated himself. Now you won't be getting punished! My ass is safe!

Bing!

With a raised eyebrow, Orochimaru fished for his blackberry inside his pocket. Wondering whom it might be, he took it out. "Oh, it's from Haruhi-chan. What did the girl send this time…" Orochimaru recalled the last message that dear Haruhi-chan had sent him. It had been a picture of Sarutobi-sensei lying stone cold unconscious on the ground with a copious amount of blood flowing from his nose. It said 'courtesy of Uzumaki Naruto' in the caption.

Orochimaru laughed at the memory. It had been oddly hilarious… Or hilariously odd, depending upon your outlook and experience with the old Hokage.

He opened the new text message.

"Son of a -!"

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Uchiha Obito was bored. He was bored beyond belief. He was so bored that even masquerading around in an orange swirly mask, unleashing tailed beasts on unsuspecting villages, mind controlling a Kage and ordering a mass massacre of people in the said Kage's village wasn't even fun anymore.

His days just involved sitting on a comfy chair in the Mizukage's office and reading magazine. Well, exactly not reading, but more like looking at the pictures of hot semi-naked Babes of the shinobi world. Which reminded him of the manila folder which lay on his desk. He had looked it's contents a hundred times but every time felt like the very first time. So, once again, he opened it and took out what was inside. Slowly.

"Oh, baby! You can beat any centerfold in the world!" The guy-in-the-orange-mask growled. What he was holding were the pictures of none other than Mei Terumi in different bikinis. It was a complete beach photoshoot.

Obito felt his resolve for world domination wither away even more.

It'd started like this. Everytime he'd look at these photos, a little part his soul would start feeling alive. As well as, something else, too. It were only because of Old Man Madara and Rin, that he'd stayed attached to the Eye of the moon plan this long. The former, because Obito didn't wanna be haunted by the Uchiha patriarch's ghost if he didn't complete the plan. The latter because… ghost, as well. Obito, also, didn't wanna get haunted by Rin's ghost if she found out that he'd given up on her and hooked up with another girl. God knew just how much afraid of ghost was Uchiha Obito.

But, still… Obito thought as he glanced at the perfection that graced the photos. Blood ran from his nose and got collected inside his mask. A little bit more and he would have died from being suffocated by his own blood. Wouldn't they kinda want me to move on…? I know Rin would. But, Old Man Madara? The dude held a grudge against his best friend till his last breath. Who know what he'd do to me if he were to find out that I ditched his plan… and now that he's a ghost…

Obito looked at the last picture and for the umpteenth time, his heartbeat doubled. In it, laying with her back on the sand was his Mei, in a lime coloured, scandalous, three piece with her hair framing the sands wide. But, this wasn't what got to him the most. It was what was written on the picture itself.

I could be yours… if you surrender yourself to me. Love, Mei.

Obito sighed. If only he'd some way to tell Madara that he wanted out of the Old Man's plan and instead started doing what men his age did. If not…

Suddenly, his sharingan came to life and with renewed vigour, he stood up from his comfy chair. "No! Beep Madara! Beep The Moon Eye Plan! Beep Mizukage!- he forgot that the Mizukage was already Beeped by him -I just wanna get a girlfriend and finally get some more than deserved loving! Mei, I love you! I-

"Mizukage-sama! What happened!"

-let me complete my declaration, dumb nuts! Sharingan!"

Bing!

The Uchiha took out his phone. All the while, grumbling about stupid ninjas without any manners. He looked at his phone. Hastily opened the message and read it.

Then, he read it again, to see if his sharingan was deceiving him. Pocketing his phone back, he stared into space. Gears turned in his head as his brain computed the whole thing. He grinned behind his swirly mask and it took everything in his dignity to not dance a jig.

Obito, then, cleared his throat. He turned to Mizukage, who was lying on the floor like a bag of beans.

Now what's the kid's name? "Oi! Sanbi chub! Take over from here. I'm going to give someone a visit in Konoha." He, then, looked at the four ANBU who had interrupted him seconds ago and where now captured by the famous genjutsu 'homosexual spandex wearing ninjas'. "Also, clean up this mess."

The hypnotised Kage didn't reply and Obito didn't care for one. He was too busy dreaming of marrying his Mei-chan. He was too damn happy.

Then, he thought what the hell and danced a jig.

Though, it never occurred to him that the photos and the message might be a trap. Or the message was for the Mizukage not him

"Wait a minute… How the pervy hyuuga did this 'haruhi-chan' get my number? … Oops… this is the chub's phone…"

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Hatake Kakashi thought of himself as an excellent ninja. He'd fought Jounins when he was just a scrawny kid. He'd developed an A ranked Assassination jutsu when he was a kid. He'd been trained by the man who'd made both Iwa and Kumo piss themselves just by showing up even a hundred miles away from the aforementioned villages. He'd even copied hundreds of jutsus with his sharingan.

All in all, he was ready for anything that the world threw at him.

"… So, let me get this straight…" Kakashi said while masking his bewilderment. "Naruto revived the three of you… " He glared at the blond. "…Then, the three of you threatened the sandaime to assist me in loading this team…" He didn't glared at the three undead in the fear of facing their wrath. "… and you'll be with me and my time for every passing second…"

Tobirama nodded. "Well, that sums it up."

Hatake Kakashi wanted to shove a lightening cutter up the Second Hokage' tuckus but he didn't in the fear that he would waste his energy. "Great…I guess? Well, then, see you all tomorrow at nine." He just wanted to get shit faced drunk and sleep it all off. Before it all, thought, he would have his head checked for concussion or something. "Well, then…" He said at dissappeared in a body flicker. Leaving one passed out Uchiha, one passed out Haruno, One scowling Uzumaki and three legendary undead shinobi.

"What a rude ass deadbeat of a sensei!" Madara scowled, mirroring Naruto. "Didn't even introduce himself."

"Oh, Mada-kun! Cut the guy some slack. He's in shock from seeing us alive in all our godly awesomeness! The guy had though he was in a genjutsu and had tried to dispel it. Twice."

"Hashirama…"

"Yes, Mada-kun?"

"… Stop calling me 'Mada-kun' or I'll break your nose!"

"Aww, you know you like it, Mada-kun."

"Okay, Hashi-kun. I'll just have the Uzumaki here summon another Uzumaki that you are intimately acquainted with."

Hashirama paled. "God, no! Not her! Anyone but her!"

Madara grinned. His plan worked and it wasn't like he was going to have her summoned. He, himself, was afraid of the bitch!

Naruto scowled at being ignored, "Hey, hey! You still haven't told me about blood limit thingy!"

Madara face-palmed. The guy who saddled me with him must be killed. Painfully. "Hey, guys. Let's go to a bar and get us a good old hangover. After we tell him about blood lines, that is…"

"Then, what about Naruto-kun?" Tobirama asked.

Madara replied nonchalantly, "We'll drop him off at the Red light district. The boy is technically an adult, now that he's a ninja. So, let's make him a man now, shall we."

The nidaime narrowed his eyes at the Uchiha. "No way we're doing that! I'd rather stay with Naruto-kun than get drunk with you hooligans."

Madara rounded on him, "You just wanna go to the red light district, too. Don't you?"

Tobirama glared at him… then grinned the most shit eating grin. "…Yes."

Madara, being a joy, grinned his own shit eating grin. "It's decided, then. We all stay at home." He, then, grabbed Naruto by the back of his jumpsuit. Much like a cat. "Last one to home is the shitty chicken!" Then, ran off.

Hashirama grinned and bolted. You did not want to be the shitty chicken.

Tobirama grinned and ran… but, fell down before he could even take two more steps. He looked back from him position on the floor. There was a rope. One end tied too his ankle and the other end tying the pink haired boy and the Uchiha boy together by their waste. Then, two things went through the nidaime's mind. First, "Those bastards cheated! I hate them!"

Second, "Why is that pink haired boy wearing girl's clothes?"

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Being a missing nin is not easy work.

Yeah, you are free from the control of any political leech who would try to control you and make you massacre any number of people whether they might be an elder or a child. But, really. Being a missing nin was not easy work.

So Itachi recalled.

Firstly, you have hunter nin behind your comfy tuckus, twenty-four hours seven days a week. Secondly, No room for a stable relationship with a member of the opposite sex. If you were a male missing nin, then, the only kind of women that you can date would be the ones that have daddy issues or grudge against her village or both. God forbid, if you ever break up with her, then, you might as well expect a whole shinobi village at the doorstep of your secret hideout in a maximum time of two hours. Why? Because the vengeful bitch would've told everyone about your location and your secret hideout wouldn't be a secret anymore.

Itachi spoke from personal experience.

But, you know what's even more difficult than being a missing nin?

Being a missing nin in an organisation of missing nins.

Remember the freedom perk, not having a superior? Gone with the wind.

Yeah, sure. You have a steady flow of income. But, dealing with your missing nin coworkers can get tough. Really tough.

Itachi sighed. He was again starting with his ramblings. Next time, he should see a really shrink instead of buying pot from Kakuzu. That man could really drive a hard bargain.

The Uchiha looked at his partner who was about to kill the head chef of the restaurant they were dining at. Why? Because Kisame had to order some exotic dish without even knowing or asking what exactly it was and had taken great delight in eating it and displaying his non existent table manners. Or any manners. Then, when the fishman had the chef called forth to congratulate him and asked what was the dish exactly, he'd gotten a curt 'Shark fin soup' as a reply.

To say that Kisame had been shock was like saying that Jiraiya of the Sannin was just a simple closet pervert.

Oh, well. Itachi reminded himself. It wasn't like they were actually going to pay for the meal. So, in the end, it all turned out good.

Bing!

Raising a delicate eyebrow, he picked his new smartphone up. He fumbled through the lock screen and the app drawer. But, was successful finally. What? He was a newbie when it came to smartphone technology. Only because it were leader-sama's order, that he brought a smartphone. All because communication between the members through the use of holograms was a little time and chakra costing as well as other things. Scrolling through all the unread messages, which included jokes from Hidan (not that the Uchiha liked any of them as they were generally on him), odd requests from sasori and/or zetsu, he saw the newest message. It was from some unknown number. Deciding to look at this one, the Ex- ANBU captain opened it.

As he read it, his eyes narrowed. He abruptly stood up from his seat. "Kisame."

Everything stopped. Kisame stopped. His eyes wide as he let go of the sobbing head chef and turned around to face his partner. Kisame looked at Itachi, whose face betrayed no emotions. But, having been the Uchiha' partner for so long, he didn't evening need to look at the poor anorexic sod's face to know what kind of turmoil was Itachi in.

Itachi's voice had always been in a monotone. Kisame knew. Coupled with him way of speech, people usually mistook the mass murdering Uchiha as a robot. Kisame knew because he did too. But, every monotone carried a different emotion in Itachi's case.

Like, a 'Kisame' by Itachi meant 'Shut up, my head hurts.'.

A different 'Kisame' by Itachi meant 'Wait. I gotta go pee.'.

This one that Itachi uttered just now meant 'Big Problem. Have to contact the Leader.'.

So, without a word, Kisame and Itachi made their way out of the fancy restaurant. Leaving behind a crowd of quivering patrons of the said place and a nearly comatose head chef.

"Bastards didn't even pay." A waiter muttered when the two S-ranked missing nin were gone.

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