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Curse you encouraging people. It's just a bit of scene, but gah!
Cloud glared at the men who stood between him and the door. "Let me pass," he said, expression dark.
"We can't let you take the demon out of the village," said the ANBU softly. "There is too much danger."
Cloud's eyes glowed, and the ninja before him shifted slightly. They had all be trained to avoid conflicts with Mako users, but they had a duty to keep the demon vessel where it could be watched.
"Naruto is not the Kyuubi," the blond said, anger clear in his eyes.
"Besides," came a second voice from behind them, "that is the kid's cousin, and I'm pretty damn sure that you guys have all sorts of laws saying that clan obligations come first."
The leader of the ninja turned, and almost sighed. Zack grinned at the reaction, his own eyes glowing fainting. That made the contacts in his eyes burn slightly, but he didn't dare take them out while in a hidden village. Especially around the ninja in said village. If they saw Zack use the Sharingan he would never be rid of them. Either they'd be after him to join their village, or they'd be trying to kill him to keep him from joining someone else's village.
Honestly, ninja were almost as bad as Shin-Ra when it came to family secrets.
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Cloud glared at the men who stood between him and the door. "Let me pass," he said, expression dark.
"We can't let you take the demon out of the village," said the ANBU softly. "There is too much danger."
Cloud's eyes glowed, and the ninja before him shifted slightly. They had all be trained to avoid conflicts with Mako users, but they had a duty to keep the demon vessel where it could be watched.
"Naruto is not the Kyuubi," the blond said, anger clear in his eyes.
"Besides," came a second voice from behind them, "that is the kid's cousin, and I'm pretty damn sure that you guys have all sorts of laws saying that clan obligations come first."
The leader of the ninja turned, and almost sighed. Zack grinned at the reaction, his own eyes glowing fainting. That made the contacts in his eyes burn slightly, but he didn't dare take them out while in a hidden village. Especially around the ninja in said village. If they saw Zack use the Sharingan he would never be rid of them. Either they'd be after him to join their village, or they'd be trying to kill him to keep him from joining someone else's village.
Honestly, ninja were almost as bad as Shin-Ra when it came to family secrets.
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Zack hadn't asked. He didn't have to and his honor wouldn't have let him so Sephiroth had simply made the point moot. The decision still bore consiquences. Hojo would make his own play for the child, Shinra would make an effort to get at the hidden villages and Heiddigger would own another peice of his soul.
All in all it was worth it. Anything was worth the look of peace and gratitude in Zack's eyes.
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Orochimaru struck Hojo as a kindered soul, and any soul like his was a very real threat to his position. He should have dealt with the pedophile first.
The boy who looked remarkably like a younger version of Sephiroth's SOLDIER toy was a pleasant surprise. THe scientist made a note to examine this 'sharunigan' personally, but wasn't given a chance. The worst thing about ninja (beyond their pathological paranioa of all things scientific) was their terrible timing.
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The hunter was no match for uchiha Sasuke or one of the Sanin let alone both and he had no real hope of out thinking a pair of prodigies. That left the one thing most ninja hated relying on; luck. Knowing his targets and their history, it was easy to set up a favorable situation and wait for a lucky break to either capture of kill the child.
Orochimaru had enemies all over, letting the knowledge leak that the snake was inordantly vulnerable, arms useless and power curbed viciously roused old grudges and the brave stupid who thought to make names for themselves. Making sure specific details fell into ears that led back to the Akatsukai ensured one psychotic and possesive older brother would be in the Midgar area at the same time a special retreival team of Konoha's finest were present for the kyuubi vessel.
The last peice lay in the Silver General, who had to be summoned home early from a mission in Neiblehime, barely a day after setting out for the mountain town. ShinRa wanted his finest warrior around when threats of Wutai rebellion managed to bypass his Turks and nail themselves to his desk with a huge shiruken.
The hunter sat in his chosen cafe, chakra suppressed to almost nothing, feild makeup in place of easily discovered henge, weaponless and smiling into the sunset. Four ninja, three army squads and countless innocent civilians passed him by as he sipped poor grade oolong. It had been far too long since he had taken a feild mission. If he survived this, he might try out for ANBU, it had to be safer and more relaxing than his last job.
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