Old Blood
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Naruto Crossovers › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,280
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1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the anime Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Each man extended trained senses to their utmost, knowing any one of these bodies could potentially be a trap. Genma paced slightly behind and to the left of Kakashi; since the latter’s forehead protector was pulled down over his left eye, attackers tended to concentrate there, assuming it to be a blind spot. A stupid assumption, true, but one that both men had learned to use to their advantage.
Kakashi caught Genma’s eye again and flicked his gaze in the direction of the main Uchiha family house and back again. Genma gave a short, terse nod and leapt out of sight, heading slightly leftward. Kakashi turned to his right and began searching his side of the village, seeking clues as to who – or what – was responsible for the monstrous evil they’d found.
For the next hour the two Jounin worked their way systematically around the desolate streets, touching as little as possible, observing everything. It would be important later that they be able to describe the scene for the Mejin exactly as they found it. They were his shadows, his eyes in the night and his hands in the dark. For now they would look, they would go to their King and report this atrocity clearly; still, each man’s hands twitched as he looked forward to the day they could make someone pay for the river of Uchiha blood uselessly spilling over the dusty streets.
Kakashi approached the main Clan house cautiously. His intuition was itching; a twitchy feeling that skittered up the center of his spine. He was missing something. He couldn’t place it, but he had the unpleasant feeling it was something extremely important. As he came around the building, he automatically scanned the small courtyard, ending his visual sweep at the small porch directly in front of the door.
Genma was there, meeting him at the main house as they’d silently agreed earlier. If there were any survivors, this was the most logical place for them to gather, so it made sense. Also, there was something else. Again the skin of his back shuddered; Kakashi narrowed his eyes, chasing the thought, but Genma flicked him an urgent look and he focused his attention on his partner.
Genma was standing in front of the porch, arms folded. He was chewing meditatively on his favorite toothpick, a modified senbon, and his eyes caught Kakashi’s and flickered down, drawing the other man’s gaze with it. Kakashi followed the glance and saw two small black eyes peering through a crack in the splintered wood.
Kakashi caught Genma’s eye again and flicked his gaze in the direction of the main Uchiha family house and back again. Genma gave a short, terse nod and leapt out of sight, heading slightly leftward. Kakashi turned to his right and began searching his side of the village, seeking clues as to who – or what – was responsible for the monstrous evil they’d found.
For the next hour the two Jounin worked their way systematically around the desolate streets, touching as little as possible, observing everything. It would be important later that they be able to describe the scene for the Mejin exactly as they found it. They were his shadows, his eyes in the night and his hands in the dark. For now they would look, they would go to their King and report this atrocity clearly; still, each man’s hands twitched as he looked forward to the day they could make someone pay for the river of Uchiha blood uselessly spilling over the dusty streets.
Kakashi approached the main Clan house cautiously. His intuition was itching; a twitchy feeling that skittered up the center of his spine. He was missing something. He couldn’t place it, but he had the unpleasant feeling it was something extremely important. As he came around the building, he automatically scanned the small courtyard, ending his visual sweep at the small porch directly in front of the door.
Genma was there, meeting him at the main house as they’d silently agreed earlier. If there were any survivors, this was the most logical place for them to gather, so it made sense. Also, there was something else. Again the skin of his back shuddered; Kakashi narrowed his eyes, chasing the thought, but Genma flicked him an urgent look and he focused his attention on his partner.
Genma was standing in front of the porch, arms folded. He was chewing meditatively on his favorite toothpick, a modified senbon, and his eyes caught Kakashi’s and flickered down, drawing the other man’s gaze with it. Kakashi followed the glance and saw two small black eyes peering through a crack in the splintered wood.