Wild-filly: Greetings and welcome to not only my first Naruto fanfiction,
but also my first fic with a considerably more serious genre than any other
I have ever written ^_^
All of my previous work has been largely humorous and I have made a point
of rarely dabbling into romance fanfiction, however this is a great change
in writing style for me and I ask for you to please be patient........ My
thanks to anyone who can provide me with comments as to what they think of
this fanfiction and how it rates as my first, somewhat darker story.
I've read all currently available manga, seen about forty episodes and done
some side researching and given my imagination rein to fill in the (rather
large) gaps to come up with the rather sketchy plot featured ^_^ Most of
this is just what I've analysed and suppose may have happened, but then
again, that's the beauty of fanfiction isn't it?
Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I don't own any of the characters from
Naruto...... although I have been creating a Kakashi shrine in my locker ^_^
Okumen Gokurakuchou: Memories
A gentle haze of smoke filtered through the evergreen forest canopy, murky
hue almost invisible against the brilliant night sky dotted with pale,
pinprick stars. The forest normally teeming with the rustling, growls and
chirping of nocturnal creatures going about their nightly affairs were more
or less disrupted tonight by the unexplained arrival of three Genins and a
Jounin – one of the Genin making enough noise for more than the group
Uzumaki Naruto threw the stick-speared marshmallow as far away as he could,
eyes watering as he attempted to scrape molten marshmallow from the sides
of his face.
Uchiha Sasuke glanced sideways irritably at the disgrace occasionally
referred to as a fellow student, trying to ignore the blond boy's
uncoordinated flailing around their small campsite in his quest for the
water canteen. Harano Sakura glowered, delicately savouring her own
marshmallow and debating whether or not she should whack Naruto and yell
for him to shut up, or yell for him to shut up and then whack him.
From where he was entranced by the pages of his notoriously dodgy novel,
Hatake Kakashi turned a terminally bored eye to where Naruto was trudging
back to his spot perched on a fallen pine tree, hair water-logged and face
still bearing tribute to the marshmallow assault.
"Hey, they get pretty hot when you hold them in the fire too long".
Sasuke gave a growl of exasperation, "whatever gave you the idea that fire
could make things hot?!"
Kakashi shook his head in mock despair as Naruto lunged for Sasuke's
throat, dislodging a shriek of rage from Sakura and a shriek of agony from
Naruto as his lunge carried one foot right into the middle of the campfire.
Grinning privately behind his mask, Kakashi shook his head
condescendingly, "this exercise was supposed to promote teamwork. Neither
you Naruto, nor you Sasuke, are helping matters".
Glancing up from his anguished nursing of the singed foot, Naruto shot a
venomous glare towards the nonchalant Sasuke, opening his mouth to both
contradict his sensei and in some way make Sasuke look bad. However,
before he could begin this carefully planned chain of events, Sakura picked
the last of her marshmallow from her stick and threw it gracefully into a
nearby bush, startling a sheltered bird into flight. The ghostly creature
gracefully winging its way through the trail of smoke and into the dark
abyss that was the sky above.
Momentarily distracted, Naruto paused before launching into his verbal
attack. Kakashi-sensei wasn't even looking at either him or Sasuke; his
eye instead never leaving the fear-fuelled flight of the terrified wood
pigeon. Even by Kakashi standards, his expression was unreadable. Naruto
The troubled eye faltered, blinked and relaxed, flickering back to his
boisterous pupil, "hai, Naruto?"
"Why do you always wear that stupid mask?"
Sakura looked up, curious as to her teachers answer and inwardly despairing
at just how randomly placed Naruto's train of thought was. Even Sasuke
turned slightly to fix Kakashi with interest; chin in hands raised slightly
to better his focus.
"What does it have to do with teamwork?" queried Kakashi evasively, eye
bending into a cheerful smile, "it's no great matter of interest".
Naruto grinned as well, Kakashi mentally cringing; Naruto had obviously had
an idea of some form.
"It IS a form of teamwork Kaka-sensei! We all want the answer, and me
asking is helping the team!"
Rolling his one exposed eye, Kakashi pondered over how to explain to his
students that it was because his uncovered face was embarrassingly good
looking for a ninja, leading to equally embarrassing dialogue between
himself and any opponent he faced. Not a chance – he'd never be allowed to
forget it. Worse still... he may even develop his own fan club in a similar
league to Sasuke's – such a fate was too hideous even for a genius and
former assassin to contemplate.
Naruto was not amused at being ignored, "hey! What gives? Tell us!"
"Ne? Oh yeah, well I guess it's just my trademark". Naruto slumped back
on his log, bracken settling over his vivid orange outfit, face clearly
writ with disappointment of being deprived of a story of worthy blackmail
Sasuke blinked, eyes hardening with concentration as he sat up to properly
scrutinize Kakashi's reflective expression. "Can I ask then, why you have
that tattoo on your upper arm".
It wasn't even a question. It was an accusation.
Kakashi blinked. "Nani? What tattoo? I don't have a tattoo". He was
always careful not to roll up the thick black sleeves of his uniform for
fear of exposing the old brand of the ANBU. There was no shame in being a
former member, but perhaps it would change their opinion of him and his
ninja way. He wasn't even entirely sure that they knew what the ANBU were
to Konoha. Sasuke maybe, Sakura possibly, Naruto......not as such.
The icy glare from Sasuke intensified, "the one on your left upper arm. It
is a symbol of some sort. Don't lie".
Kakashi was now most annoyed, how could he have slipped up so? The
delicate manoeuvres painstakingly taken to avoid having the vivid mark
revealed could not have failed him so.
"Yeah, you have got a tattoo on your shoulder. I didn't notice since you
always have your shirt and jacket on".
Kakashi observed that he had, indeed, removed his favoured garb for some
reason and was sporting a somewhat threadbare white t-shirt with a Konoha
leaf on the chest. How could he have slipped up on the concealment plan at
this crucial time? Why on earth had he chosen today of all days to invest
in pyjamas?! WHY had he chosen to invest in pyjamas? Ok, enough of that
train of thought.
"I used to be part of the ANBU. A trained assassin for the Leaf. That is
part of the reason why the Chidori is a specialized technique for
Naruto's face split into a wide grin, "wow! I didn't know you were part of
some assassination squad! What was it like?" he demanded eagerly.
Sakura frowned, being more sensitive to these issues than Naruto. Her
studies in passing the Genin exams had lead her to delve deeply into the
assorted written works of great Shinobi. The lives of these people had not
been easy, especially not the lives of those who were involved in
methodical, unconditional obedience to their superiors, taking life without
emotion. It tended to leave scars, stains that did not heal or clean. She
was worried about just what Naruto was digging into.
Kakashi smiled gently, "It was a very unusual time, and not an easy one to
describe to one so young. Perhaps when you have experienced more open
combat and taken harder missions you will find it easier to understand".
Torn between vexation at being snubbed about his age and joy of the promise
of more challenging missions, Naruto gave a yelp of excitement, "when do we
have another mission Kaka-sensei? Tomorrow? What're we doing? Nani?"
"Hai, hai, hai, we'll have a mission in two days. Tomorrow we'll be
collecting our information from the Fifth Hokage, but now we need to rest
up for it".
As he unrolled his sleeping bag and scrambled in with practised ease,
Kakashi quietly watched his three students set up their own sleeping mats
and after a few arguments over personal space, slowly slipped into slumber.
Gazing up at the stars pensively, Hatake Kakashi absent-mindedly rubbed the
dark tattoo etched into his arm. So many memories, so many thoughts to be
dredged up by such simple questions......
Midnight black. Rolling, black tresses of silken coils caught and
haphazardly tamed by a rough white cord. White cord, as pale as the back
of her neck shadowed by the cascade of long dark hair. Slowly turning
forbidding blue eyes to bore into his own. The cold glare softened to one
mocking but more gentle. She always made a fool of him. Her mood swings
were so severe it was hard to believe they were human.
Why did he see her now? She was gone.
Well..... more or less.
wild-filly: Chapter 1 coming soon with any luck ^_^ Please review and
tell me what you think........ I've never written anything along these lines