AU: Hey, sorry for the short break! As an apology for the unannounced break, let me give you guys something good… Lol I don't know if it'll be good, so just read. If you like it, I need feedback immediately!

Frog's P.O.V.

Frog was in excellent health. Why wouldn't he be? Sure he didn't really know how old he was, but he was certain that he wasn't thirty yet. Why did the Hokage reluctantly send him on an A-Ranked mission? Reluctantly! Was he concerned for the Niotomi's health? Was he just teasing?

"Eh, Frog, how old are you?" Lizard asked, perched on a nearby branch.

"How old are you?" Frog deflected, catching a stray fly that had been irritating him for the past hour. The ageless ANBU operative then dropped the insect carcass down his shirt.

"I want to know, too," Mouse commented, a few branches away.

"Yeah, and why'd you drop that fly down your shirt?" Duck added, shifting her weight on the same branch Frog was on. The four-man cell team was supposed to be keeping an eye out for a caravan that'd be passing under them any minute now. They all suppressed their chakra signatures long ago, as not to be taken by surprise.

"Why does it matter? Maybe I just have a thing for flies," Frog shamelessly answered, ignoring the circle of Black Widows on his chest that were trying to find an even way to split a fly six ways.

"You're a freak."

"Speak for yourself, Mouse," Frog retorted, trying to think of some juice he'd heard about Mouse a couple days ago, "Didn't you sleep with Mitarashi last week?"

"Holy shit," Duck snorted, keeping an eye on the worn dirt road beneath them. Frog heard Lizard cackle at the same time he heard Mouse clear his throat.

All noises from the cell disappeared like lightning striking the earth. The unit looked to Mouse, who sent information via sign language.

"How far?" Frog signed.

"500 feet," Mouse answered.

"How many?" Duck asked. Mouse closed his eyes for a moment, his messy brown hair flowing gently with the breeze. Frog looked to Lizard, and as expected, Lizard had picked up on the caravan riders' scents. Mouse opened his eyes and signed, "7," at the same time that Lizard signed "8."

Now, Frog wasn't a sensory-nin like Mouse, or an Inuzuka, like Lizard, but he was a Niotomi, and he didn't trust either one of them. Why should he? An enemy-nin could be hiding their chakra signature, just like them.

"Duck? Feel anything?" Frog signed, glancing at the blonde Genjustu-specialist, her hair flowing freely just above her shoulders.

Duck's hair wasn't that long.

Frog immediately put his hands together and whispered "Kai," sending a brief but refreshing surge of chakra through his anatomy. As soon as the energy reached his eyes, the illusion was revealed and Frog instantly put a hand on Duck's arm and sent a flare of chakra through her system. The caravan was under them, and this was a problem.

"What happe-"Before Frog could slap a hand over her mouth, a kunai pierced the back of her head, killing her instantly. Frog didn't even bother catching her body or looking to see who had thrown the kunai. Lizard and Mouse were already out of the illusion and both immediately followed Frog's instinct and Body-Flickered several feet away from the scene of Duck.

"Don't let that caravan escape," Frog signed quickly, his hands a blur. The other two ANBU members nodded.

"3 nin. 5 civilians," Mouse signed back.

"Looks like they were special-nin," a deep voice rang out, near Duck's body.

"Wow, look at that, we've got a squad of ANBU from Konoha," another voice commented. Mouse and Lizard had fanned out, flanking the caravan from both sides.

Frog put his hands together, muttered a summoning technique, and bit his finger.