| [Jul. 25th, 2013|05:46 am] |
ANBU was the one organization in Konoha that had never been infiltrated by outside agents. Now Kakashi knew why.
The shivering agony faded slowly, replaced by a widening expansion of this new sense. Beyond the room, he could feel the faint firefly lights of other ANBU, and even get a rough idea of where they were in space, if he really focused. It wasn’t nearly as acute as the three here, within reach—well, two. Katsuko’s was a barely-felt glimmer in the storm of her overwhelming chakra. He couldn’t tell if the difference between them and the outside ANBU was the distance, or if Nanami had somehow calibrated him to his new team.
When he looked down at the tattoo, a gleaming scarlet double-curve draped down his arm, fully healed. His own ANBU mark, with unexpected bonuses.
Nanami thumped him on the shoulder in a friendly way. “Well done,” she said, turning away to wash her hands at a small sink in the corner. “Get up when you’re ready. It doesn’t need any aftercare, but keep it out of the sun if you can, or the ink’ll fade. Bring it back whenever you like for touch ups.”
Kakashi unpeeled his fingers from the chair and stood, shedding the last nerve-twitches of lingering pain. It hadn’t been that bad. He didn’t see why people—why people—
“Hatake?” Raidou demanded.
Metal flooded Kakashi’s mouth, and a high buzzing drowned whatever Raidou said next. Kakashi put a hand out to grab the chair, missed, and fell. |
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