My Name is Kakashi and I'm an Assassin

My name is Kakashi and I’m an Assassin

Part 3


Warning: Violence! Lots!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my precious precious laptop.

I stand for a minute at the end of the bed watching Iruka sleep. I hate myself for leaving but I have to do this. I want to kiss him goodbye but don’t for fear of waking him. I know if he wakes up he’d beg me to stay and I wouldn’t be able to say no. I glance in to the loud blonde’s room before walking down the stairs. Both boys are curled up on the small bed, the light from the TV flickering in the room. I turn down the volume but leave the picture on the screen, not wanting to wake them. They look so peaceful. I can only hope that in doing this I give them a chance to spend their lives in this kind of peace.

I probably shouldn’t go back to my apartment but I’m going to need more guns. I slink up the stairs, examining the door to see if it’s been forced open. Nothing is obviously out of place, so I head inside. I quickly gather four more handguns and a dozen clips strapping them into holsters all over my body. I smirk at my reflection as I look like what people think an assassin looks like. I strap a large buck knife to my leg and tuck my butterfly knife into my pocket. As I’m about to leave my room, I notice the small silver cross Iruka got me for Christmas one year on my night stand. I can’t believe I’d forgotten it when I’d left before. I slide it around my neck, kissing the shiny metal before dropping it under my shirt. I’m not religious but the idea of having a piece of Iruka with me has me feeling lucky, and I’m going to need all the luck I can get.

My eyes narrow as the sound of my refrigerator opening reaches my ears. There’s someone in the apartment. It’s amazing I didn’t hear him when I came in but even more amazing that he didn’t even know I had returned. He must not be that good. I press my body to the wall as he passes my bedroom door. He’s taking a bite of a sandwich he’s just made as I grab a tie off a nearby chair and wrap it around the man’s hands. He starts to choke on the chunk of food. I recognize him, goes by the name Kakuzu, explosives and trip wire specialist. I make a mental note to check my car for bombs before leaving. I secure his wrist tightly before digging my fist into his stomach, sending the masticated hunk of food flying.

“Why don’t we have a nice little chat?” He glares daggers at me but stays quiet.

“Don’t you think it would have been smart to bring your partner with you?” He sneers at me.

“I was confident I could handle the likes of you by myself.”

“And yet here we are. Now you’re going to tell me what I need to know.” He laughs evilly.

“I don’t think so.” I flip open my butterfly knife, stabbing it into his thigh.

He tells me everything. I hardly had to break any of his bones. It’s a start. At least I know where to find them now.

“You’ll never get in,” He sneers at me. “The place is a fortress and even if you kill me there are still seven members left. The best of us. You don’t stand a chance.” I snap his neck like a twig.

He’s right thought. Trying to take out the entire Akatsuki syndicate by myself is past crazy, it’s suicidal. I try to calm my nerves. I really want a drink. It’s been over a day since I’ve had one and my hands are shaking slightly from withdrawal. It had become a real problem after I lost Iruka. I’ve been drinking everyday for almost two years. I exhale slowly, steadying my body. I think about Iruka’s slow smile, the way he whispered in my ear last night, the feel of his skin against mine. I’m ready.

After dumping the body down my trash chute and disarming the bomb under my car, I head towards the old building that acts as Akatsuki’s headquarters. I park several blocks away climbing to the roof of a brick warehouse, pulling a pair of binoculars from my bag, scanning the area. I find the building. The dead man was right, it is a fortress. At a quick glance, there are four guards around the front, security cameras and probably alarms and traps everywhere. Fuck. There has to be a weakness, there’s always a weakness. I carefully track the guard’s movements watching for an opening…nothing. Well if there isn’t an opening, I’ll just have to make one. I had hoped to enter without my presence being known but I guess it’s come down to this.

I rig the bomb I took from under my car to detonate on impact. I wish I could wait till it was dark but the note I left for Iruka told him that if I wasn’t back by nightfall to get out of town. I have to at least try to get back to him by then. I lob the bomb onto the building’s roof sliding down the ladder to the ground. I take cover by the edge of the building and watch three of the four guards race up to the roof. Finally my opening.

The last guard is distracted looking up at the roof and I rush him, sliding my buck knife from my thigh and slicing it through his neck. I wrap my hand around the wound dragging his body through the door. Not much of his blood fell. The other guards might not notice. I pull off his red tie. Good thing I was wearing a black shirt, with the red tie it’ll look just like the guard’s uniform.

I glance up and down the corridor. No cameras. At least none I can see. I pull the body to a nearby door. I open the door cautiously, tossing the body inside seeing that there was no one there. I dash to the end of the hall peeking around the corner. One guard half way down. I pull my silenced 44 from my hip, swinging around the corner I plug him in the head before sprinting down the corridor to the stairwell he was standing in front of.

On the landing to the next floor I stop and peek through the small window in the metal door. There’s a white haired man outside talking to another guard. Fuck. He’s a member. I’m sure of it. I’d have to assume that the ones that are left are incredibly skilled. In my world, Akatsuki is the best of the best. I think I’ve heard of this guy. Sadistic type. Kills for some fucked up religion he’s part of. I won’t mind killing him. Taking a deep breath, I silently open the door, sliding the barrel of my gun into the crevice. I hit him in the back before taking out the guard. I open the door and check that the coast is clear before stepping onto the second floor. I’ve been in the building five minutes and I’m still not dead. It’s a good start. Six more members to hit. It won’t be easy.

I hear a noise behind me. Fuck. Rule one of killing people; make sure they’re dead before you get complacent. The white hair Satanist is on his feet and coming at me with a sword. I pull out my knife just in time to block his attack. He pulls back and strikes again. Fuck. How is he still standing? A simple graze almost took me out yesterday.

He should be struggling to breath in a pool of his own blood. I block again but his long blade catches my shoulder as I push him away. He takes an aggressive stance, circling me as I grip my wound. Gotta think fast, I have to wipe that self satisfied smirk from his face. He rushes again; I bend my knees as his blade hits mine. My back hits the floor and I thrust his body over my head using my legs and his momentum to throw him off balance. I stand, pulling my gun from my hip, shooting him three times in the chest. He still doesn’t go down. Two more shots; he’s still sending me a look that says you may kill me but you won’t get out of here. I shoot him between the eyes and he finally falls to the ground, the smug smile still on his face.

I tie a scrap of his shirt around my injury. I’m bleeding heavily but I can take it. I have to take it. Footsteps approaching and I’m in the middle of a long hallway. Fuck, what to do? I try the door behind me. Locked. They’ll check the stairwell first. Think Kakashi, think!

Three people are walking down the passage, two men and a woman. I recognize the woman from the other day. One of the men is covered with piercings, the other is tall and his skin is a sickly pale grey.

My arms and legs are shaking from bracing myself along the ceiling. The hallway is too wide and I have to stretch my toes and fingers to support myself. They’re standing right underneath me and my blood is seeping through the makeshift bandage. Shit. Hold on. You can do it, Kakashi.

“He’s inside. Fan out and find him. Kisame stay here and see if he shows up.” The pierced man says before he and the woman split off in opposite directions. The grey skinned man checks the stairwell before testing the locked door. A drop of my blood falls to the floor. It won’t be long before he notices. I have to time this perfectly. He’s right beneath me and I draw my feet to my chest, dropping them to his shoulders. He crumples to the floor and I pull my gun plugging him twice in the chest. I pull the trigger again. Click, click click. Fuck me. Why am I so rattled? I never forget to reload. The man had dropped to his knees and pulls a hand cannon from his waist, firing two very audible shots at me. Neither hits their mark but the sound will draw others to this spot. I flip out my butterfly knife and slit his throat before darting into the stairwell and up another flight of stairs. God, I hope they didn’t follow me. I glance through the window to the third floor. I can see no obstacles so proceed through the door. Dashing down the narrow hall, I press my body against the wall near the bend in the passage. Two members are standing halfway down the adjacent walkway. Damn it all to hell! I’m already bleeding so profusely I can hardly see. What can I do but move forward. Wait! One of the men is moving away, his long dark hair flowing behind him. I can take the other as soon as he’s out of sight. I pull my second silence gun from my hip and reload the one in my hand. Time to let Butch and Lupe do my fighting for me. Yes, I name my guns, they’re my favorites… don’t judge me.

I hazard another glance down the hall. Only one man with a swirly, finger print mask remains. I glance at my watch, 4 pm. Time to get moving if I want to get back to Iruka. I step out into the hall, my bullets flying, but they were waiting for me. The dark haired man steps around the far corner, sending bullets to my injured shoulder. The man in the mask drops to the floor, hitting me in chest with something that incapacitates me. Fucking stun guns. And everything was going so well…

I wake up an undetermined amount of time later in a large room surrounded by enemies. The pierced man, the woman, the dark haired man, the masked man and a man I recognize as my client are all staring at me. No wonder he wanted me dead. He didn’t hire Akatsuki, he is Akatsuki. I groan in pain as I try to move my bound arms.

“Welcome to our lair,” the client chimes; “I’m Itachi Uchiha, but you knew that already.” He thrusts his fist into my stomach, smirking coldly. The group snickered when I coughed up blood and gasped for breath.

“Tobi’s a good boy. He caught the man that killed our members. Tobi helped.” The pale dark haired man gripped his temples.

“Shut up, Tobi.” The pierced man growled.

“Leave him alone, Orochimaru. You did very well Tobi.” The group’s attention turned back to me.

“Now, you know where my brother is and I want him dead, so we’re going to torture you until you talk.” You can’t help but appreciate his candor. A fist connects with my jaw sending a spurt of blood to the floor. I’m slugged again and again. I slowly lift my head from my chest, completely dazed. I don’t say a word. I know this is going to be brutal but if I say anything they’ll think they’re getting somewhere and only push harder. All I can hope is that someone gets carried away and kills me. The snake like man named Orochimaru grips my chin examining me.

“Itachi, you messed up his beautiful face. Oh well, he’s too old for my tastes anyway. Now that little brother of yours… If we find him, I’d be more than happy to work him over for you.”

“When we find him, and I don’t care. You can have him if you want.” The snake’s face twists into a lecherous smirk. I spit a mouth full of blood in his face. I shouldn’t have done that. It was too much of a reaction, but I can’t stand the thought of someone stealing what’s left of the broken kid’s innocence. The snake’s disgusting long tongue licks some of my blood off of his face before he sticks his fingers into my wounded shoulder making me grimace in pain.

“Oh, does that hurt? Now I’ve got a reason to make you talk. Make this easier on yourself.” They’re wasting their time. Not only would I never roll over on the kid but to lead them to him would lead them to Iruka. Sweet Iruka, think about his smell, the way he tastes, the way he feels beneath me, and I’m sure nothing they do to me will matter.

The masked man and the snake start working me over. I’ve never endured such a pounding in all my life. They knock the shit out of me. I can see my blood all around the chair I’m tied to. Finally they both get tired and take a break. The pierced man steps forward to take his turn, extinguishing his cigarette on the back of my hand.

“You look like shit. You should talk, save yourself. We’ll even let you go if you tell us what we want to hear.” Hmph. They have no idea. I wouldn’t have a life to go back to if I talk. They won’t get shit from me.

He walks to a table full of knives and tools, each more gruesome than the last. He starts at one end, running his fingers over the implements of pain lovingly before gripping the handle of a metal hammer.

“I bet you’re proud of those trigger fingers of yours.” He raises the hammer bringing it down on my right hand. I can feel the bones shattering and I scream through my teeth. The pain is brutal but their tactics are all wrong. I hate what I do. I have for over three years now, as soon as things started getting serious with my Iruka. My Iruka. The simple thought makes the pain dull and a small smile creeps onto my face. The pierced man is furious. He thought he’d just destroyed my livelihood. If I never hold a gun again, which is looking like an inevitability, I’ll die happy. Growling in rage, he slams the hammer onto my left hand twice. I shriek in pain but the smile returns almost immediately. He lifts the hammer again, aiming for my head this time. Yes. Do it. End this now, you bastard. The hammer begins to descend and I brace myself for death. I love you, Ruka.

Death doesn’t come. I open my eyes to see the woman gripping his wrist.

“Now, now, Pain. We wouldn’t want to kill him, would we?” He lowers his arm but slugs me in the face before moving away. The woman is standing before me but I can’t hold my head up to look at her.

“You all don’t know how to interrogate a man like him.” I can hear the smirk in her voice and chill runs down my spine.

“I know a thing or two about you, Hatake Kakashi.” She knows my name. I’m not surprised. Most of us know about the all the people who are in this line of work. Only Akatsuki was good at keeping who they are quiet. Still, there’s something about the tone of her voice that makes me think she may know more than most.

“Started in the business at seventeen, three hundred and four kills to date.” Okay, that’s impressive. She’s only off by about a dozen.

“The Namikaze job sure was messy. You saved his son if I remember correctly.” Shit. Don’t react. No matter what the bitch says, I can’t react.

“Little blonde boy, adopted by…Umino Iruka. Maybe they would be more forthcoming about where Sasuke is.”

My head lifts involuntarily from my chest. I try to keep my face impassive but my eyes give me away. She sees my weakness directly.

“Oh yes. We know all about you’re little nurse. He gave you this scar.” Her fingers trail gently over the scar on my eye socket. “Funny that a nurse would get so very upset about a lone gunman that’d he’d beat you senseless and adopt the child. We looked and looked but he’s the only person you have that means anything to you. Isn’t he? We’re headed to see him after we finish with you.”

I’ve never felt so low in my entire life. Here I thought I was saving him. An archangel flying in to be his savior. She’s right, he is the only person who means a damn to me…and I’ve just killed him.

I should say something. Lie, lie my ass off. They’d still go after him though. Try to find out if what I told them was the truth. I drop my head back to my chest defeated. I’m a broken man and they can smell it all over me. Her voice is gentle acid, eating away at my resolve.

“Where is he? Tell us and we’ll leave you’re little nurse alone. Just say it. Where’s Sasuke?”

I say nothing at first. They can practically read my thoughts like they were written in bright red letters above my head. I know they’ll catch a lie. They’re not stupid. I try to think of something convincing but all that comes to my head is Iruka; his bright, white smile, his dark skin, the perfectly adorable blush. I know what I have to do and what’s coming to me when I do it.

“Go…to…hell.” I cough the words out, spraying blood on her shoes. She shakes her head before stepping back.

“Tsk, tsk. To bad for you…and the nurse and his son.” Itachi steps forward a Japanese kunai knife wrapped in his grip. He presses it to my throat, the metal breaking the delicate skin there. He yanks my head back by my hair, his cold, emotionless face starring down at me.

“Before you die I want you to know that I will find my brother. And I’m going to take my time flaying you’re boyfriend and his kid. And when they draw their last breaths, I’m going to remind them that this was all because of you.”

I tear I couldn’t restrain rolls down my cheek and as I take my last shuddering breath he knows that his victory over me is complete.

The door behind me bursts open and the words ‘freeze, police’ are shouted into the room. I've never been so happy to hear those words. His hand twitches and the blade digs into my throat, my warm life spilling down my chest. Shots ring out and I can hear bodies fall in front of me as well as behind. I don’t think about it. Itachi’s victory is stolen. His colleagues are dieing and Iruka will be safe. A small smile graces my lips as I close my eyes and picture his face the night we met. I can die happy now.

A hand is on my throat putting pressure on the wound. I open my eyes and Iruka’s face swims in front of them. I must be hallucinating. I’ve lost too much blood. I don’t mind so much though. I got to see him again, even if it isn’t real. A salty tear hits my face as the man stands up and is replaced by two paramedics. They look familiar but I can’t place them. They’re frantically trying to stop my bleeding. The man I could swear smells just like Iruka is in front of me again, whispering to me in a voice that warms my heart.

“Don’t you die. Don’t even think about it, Kakashi.” He knows my name. I lift my eyes to his. Warm brown orbs stare back at me. What is he doing here? How did he find me?

I want to tell him to stop trying to save me, to just hold me while I bleed out, but I can’t talk.

“It didn’t hit the carotid artery. We might be able to stop the bleeding.” The paramedics make room for Iruka and he gently touches my slightly less mangled right hand. Just let me go. I’ve done something right for once, it’s only a matter of time before I blow it again. Just let me go. He pulls a vial from his pocket and fills a huge syringe. He whispers ‘I love you’ and then stabs me in the chest with it.

Son of a bitch. Did he just stop my hea…


I wake up in a hospital room, an oxygen mask on my face and machines beeping around me. A blonde doctor is at the foot of my bed reading a chart.

“You woke up!” A poor choice of words perhaps. Was she insinuating that I could just as easily have not?

She sets down the chart and moves to my side.

“Well Mr. Hatake…or should I say Kiuso? You seem to be recovering well. You’ve been here for three days. You have several broken bones in your hands, a laceration to your shoulder and neck and a severe concussion. You’re lucky to be alive.” Lucky. Right.

“Now, I believe that there’s someone who wants to see you.” The machine monitoring my heart rate beeps faster as she motions someone to the door before stepping out. I look expectantly at the door but am met by not the beautiful face I eagerly awaited but a man with three huge scars across his face and his arm in a sling. He’s smiling at me triumphantly.

“Hatake Kakashi. I don’t believe it.” He closes the door and stands at the foot of my bed.

“You know, I could make captain for bringing you in.” I groan as loudly as my slit throat will allow. He’s a god damn detective.

“Try to relax. I’m not taking you anywhere. Iruka’s my cousin. I’m Ibiki. I would dearly love to kill you or to see you behind bars but like everyone else I love my cousin and he, for some reason, loves you. You’re damn lucky he had me follow you. I saw the explosion and called a few of his friends.” I remember the paramedics now. They were the ones who pulled him off of me two years ago.

“I just came to drop off your personal effects.”

He hands me a paper bag and I reach inside. I pull out my book, chuckling slightly at the sight of the orange cover. Ow. That hurt. Note to self, don’t laugh. I reach in again and wrap my hand around a thin metal chain. I lift the silver cross in front of my face before winding it around my hand and clutching it to my chest. I look up at the cop and he reads my mind.

“He’s gone.” I nod, not sure if I’m ecstatic or depressed. A little of both I think. I’m about to set the bag on the table beside me when something inside catches my eye. I pull out a nondescript postcard that simply reads Canada on the front. Flipping it over I see it was mailed from the border with only two words written on the back. I smile gently and glance at the cop who nods in encouragement before leaving. I read the postcard a million times before I’m released and million more before I reach the border on the large Greyhound I’m taking to Ottawa. Never have two words given me so much hope.

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