Five years later.

The bar was set at a crossroads on the border of Konoha. It was only a little past noon when the charming bar tender looked around at his patrons. Three ladies each one more beautiful than the last were all vying for his attention. The flirting had already gone to outrageous proportions. He swiped a hand through his raven colored hair and glanced at the only other patron, a drunk who had sauntered in last night. He had managed to down enough alcohol that he may have been sleeping or may be dead. The women had been all over him for his long silver hair and striking blue eyes last night, but now they paid him about as much attention as they would a chair covered in puke. At least the man didn't puke he thought; he hate cleaning puke.

One of the girls, the only blonde one of the group peeled away from her flirting, telling her friends she was going to freshen up. The bartender snorted at the thought. He never understood why women couldn't just say they were going to the bathroom. He shoved that thought away as a group of four people entered the bar. The first man was a mountain of muscle and scar tissue wrapped up in a decent suit that did a poor job of disguising the man's purpose. To fight and win. Next was a much smaller built man. The bartender had to fight to hold back a snort of distain. This was someone who had money all their life and probably never worked a day in his life. His hair was slicked back, his suit probably cost more than the bartender made in a month's salary, and he could smell the man's cologne from across the room. The two ladies eyes were instantly on him. They could smell the money on him like sharks smell blood.

The next person got everyone's attention. A woman, and lord she was beautiful. Hair that was a sun kissed gold, smoky gray colored eyes framed by glasses that gave her an air of sophistication. Her white blouse and dark dress pants were impeccable. And the way she moved across the floor was like that of a dancer. The only thing that was out of place with her businesswoman look was three colorful beads that were braided into her hair. Her gaze swept the room and she seemed to sigh in exasperation as she followed the two men to a table. Both the two ladies sniffed disdainfully at her. The last man to enter could have easily been the first man's brother. Muscles rippled underneath the suit straining against fabric that was a little on the tight side. Scars ran across his hands and face. When his gaze fell on the pair of women he glared at them, spurring them to quickly pay for their drinks and exit the bar. His gaze then found the bartender's, who quickly looked away and began busying himself with cleaning the glasses even though they were already clean. He didn't even glance at the drunkard in the corner.

The woman sat opposite of the scrawny man with one body guard behind him and the other hovering near the door. The man cleared his throat,

"Shall I order sake while discuss our deal." His voice was smooth and he smiled at the woman like a shark. She smiled back.

"I don't drink while I'm working, Mr. Hallowell." Was her only Hallowell, the bartender visibly paled. Hallowell was the name of an infamous bomb maker. Hallowell looked to the bartender and gestured for him to come over. He sighed and walked around the counter to stand before the man.

"A bottle of sake and two cups." The bartender had to bite back an angry retort. The woman looked amused, as if she were watching a spoiled child throw a tantrum, because she took away his toy. The bartender nodded and went back to get their order. Glancing worriedly at the woman and glaring at Mr. Hallowell. The woman excused herself telling Mr. Hallowell that she needed to use the restroom." He nodded graciously.

"Have Mr. Bones accompany you, Miss Grace. I wouldn't want someone to try and take off with you." She smiled easily at the man.

"Please call me Hana." And with that she rose and walked to the restroom. The body guard that had stood behind Mr. Hallowell peeled off to follow Hana. While she was gone the bartender brought out the two cups and the bottle of sake. Mr. Hallowell took a small vile out of his suit and smeared some of the clear liquid into Hana's cup. A few moments later Hana came back and sat down. Mr. Hallowell scanned her face for a moment then poured sake in both cups. He nodded for her to drink; she merely smiled swiping his cup and sipping it.

"I don't take kindly to being drugged. Now if you don't mind I'd like to discuss business." Mr. Hallowell nodded taking her cup and drinking it.

"I don't believe in drugging women." Hana raised her eyebrows at him.

"Oh? Then what do you believe?"

"I believe it is time to cut the crap, and for you tell me who you are, and what you have done to Hana." Hana chuckled without mirth. Her eyes seemed to pierce through him and see into his soul. She reclined back in her chair the picture of cool and collected.

"What gave me away?" The man nodded at the woman's hair.

"Those are not the same beads that Miss Grace wears." The woman laughed

"I forgot about those." She sighed "It's not Grace by the way. I am Akira Uchiha and my twin sister Hana Uchiha is." Mr. Hallowell turned to watch as his bodyguard morphed into Hana. She smiled and waved. Mr. Hallowell glanced at his guard by the door. The man didn't even seem to notice something was wrong. Akira spared a glance back at the man and then turned back to Hallowell.

"He can't hear or see us." She nodded at the man who Hallowell had passed coming in. The young man was handsome and no longer drunk, if he had ever been. "My cousin Roy is keeping him busy with a very interesting barrier around his mind. It makes him see and hear whatever Roy wants him to see and hear." Then she nodded at the bartender. "My other cousin, Shisui." The bartender grinned him mischievously. "Now Mr. Hallowell you are planning on making a bomb for a gentleman who planned on hurting a lot of people. My sister would like to beat the answers out of you. I, on the other hand, don't like having dirty blood on my hands. So what do we do with you?" Hallowell gaped at the four kids that stood around him. He heard of the infamous family squad, also known as the assassin's bane or demon hunters. Nothing ever saw the light of day after they got a hold of them. Hallowell swallowed hard.

"What do you want?" The four family members smiled and Akira answered,

"I want you to give me every name of every buyer you have ever had and then I want to know where your bombs are kept, every place you have ever made a bomb, any person who sells to you, any other noteworthy name you have, and anything else I can I think of." Hallowell nodded numbly.

The four of them walked back to Konoha with Mr. Hallowell in between them. They would turn him over to Ibiki and make sure the information given to them was correct. Now they had to make their way to the Hokage's office.

They walked into his office to find him staring out the window. He turned to face them and smiled. Wrinkles on his face were just starting to get more profound.

"Lord Hokage," The four of them inclined their heads.

"Good work you four." He scanned a piece of paper in front of him. No doubt the report from the mission.

"Thank you sir." Was Shisui's reply

"I have another mission for you guys. If you're up for it of course." The four cousins exchanged looks and all of them nodded.