FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch12 Pt1 (Pockyverse)
Title: What Genma Wanted Ch12 Pt1
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: GenRai + Iruka; guest appearances by Sandaime, Utatane Koharu (Sandaime's old teammate, on the Ninja Council), OC ANBU Jun, and a new boatload of OCs
Genre: From Crack is born Romance, Angst and some other stuff
Rating: Mostly R, veering into NC17 on occasion
Warnings: Language, innuendo, some sex; blood, vomit, drug use
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.
A/N: A lot happened last chapter. More is happening in this one. I tried to tone down the angst and stuff because it was just too much for me. So expect heavy doses of crack for relief. Just call me the Candy Man.
New OCs (or newly named):Hiroshi (medic from Ch2), Kaito (his assistant)
Captain Moriko (from Ch2, Torao is in her platoon)
Captain Sadao
References: Danzo (another Ninja Council member), Daichimaru (Finance Minister),
To Recap: Lord Fujitani is dead, killed by the shinobi posing as his servent. Lord Washio was attacked by the same shinobi, who then attacked Sandaime. Raido stopped him. Lord Okazaki was attacked by a civilian assassin. Iruka was sent home by Sandaime. He's still covered in ink. (now drelfina shouldn't have to reread anything *grin*)
Summary: Aftermath of the assassination attempts. Pt1: Sandaime plots, Raido bleeds, and Iruka is very, very freaked out.
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Sarutobi sighed as he watched Iruka leave, followed closely by the Hawk. He could only spare a thought, just one, for the young man. Be strong, Iruka, no matter what happens. Then he sat down behind his desk and began to write. "Cat, deliver this to the Daimyo immediately. His entourage should be somwhere between the Capital and the Summer Palace. Wait for his reply, then return here at once."
"Yes, Lord Hokage." The man accepted the scrolls and disappeared through the window.
Another masked man approached, handing off a scroll. Sarutobi read it quickly and nodded. "Good. Two men teams will be sufficient. Follow all travelers to their destinations. Note any meetings, but do not interfere yet."
"What of those still in the forest?"
The old man sat, stony-faced, blindly reaching for his pipe. "Encourage them to return to the camp outside Konohagakure for their own safety."
"If they refuse?"
"Confiscate their wares and bring them by force. T&I will be a bit crowded, but it can't be helped."
"Lord Hokage."
Sarutobi bit back a groan, instead rising to greet Koharu. "Utatane-san."
"You old fool! Just what were you thinking?" She advanced on him, arm raised, and he cringed visibly. She wasn't above thumping his head or boxing his ears if she felt he needed it. "What is the point of a bodyguard if you jump in front of him at the first sign of trouble?"
The Hokage shrugged. "Habit, I suppose."
Koharu snorted and shook her head. "Vanity is more like it." Groaning slightly, she sat in the chair in front of the desk.
"Now who's the vain one? We have medical treatments for arthritis. You don't have to suffer."
She waved her hand, and his offer, aside. "Just the dampness. I don't need a medic."
Sarutobi sat back down, waiting for his old teammate to make her point.
"You know you can't keep this quiet for long."
"I know," he replied, rubbing his eyes. "Just a few days, a week at the most."
"Any word on the responsible party?"
"Parties," he corrected.
She nodded, pursing her lips in thought.
"T&I are working on the shinobi assassin right now."
"Was he working alone?"
"That seems unlikely."
"Primary target?"
"Lord Washio."
"Then why-"
The Hokage shook his head. "I had assumed Lord Fujitani was behind it, but now I don't know."
"That's good." She smiled at his confused look. "Royal infighting and political intrigue we can handle. Everybody expects us to put your safety first."
"Still." He sighed again, reaching for his pipe deliberately this time. "Konoha has lost face."
"Maybe. Or maybe we've just allowed the nobles a glimpse of what the required policy of non-interference really entails."
Sarutobi chuckled briefly, bringing the unlit pipe to his lips. "You see too much, Koharu."
"And you put yourself at risk too easily."
"It worked."
"It did. What would you have done if the assassin didn't take the bait?"
"Waited for another opportunity."
"Old fool."
She shifted in her chair, glaring at him. "I'll keep up the rumors. That should keep Danzo and his little spies busy. How are you going to handle the influx tomorrow?"
"We have a camp set up for returning shinobi a few kilometers from the main wall. And there are enough funds to cover each person's portion."
"And the counterfeit funds?"
"Already tucked away in the special vault." Sarutobi shook his head with a wry grin. "They may come in handy one day."
"If Daichimaru ever finds out-"
"I know. I'll turn a few over to him tomorrow. Get his department some practice at spotting these."
Koharu shook her head. "Wait a month or two. Just in case. A temptation like that - almost as good as the Hokage leaving himself open for assassination."
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Raido felt weird, floaty and hurting at the same time. He could feel arms around him, but he didn't recognize them. He couldn't move, but he didn't feel afraid. Floaty, like his mind and body had separated somehow, but were still attached by a thin thread. He saw blackness, then felt water, cold water stinging his face slightly. Heard a pounding in his ears that was soothing somehow.
"He's losing too much blood. We have to stablize him now, Captain."
"No, it's just ahead. Another block."
A snort of irritation. Raido almost grinned, it was funny to him. It reminded him of Genma.
"He's going into shock, Hiroshi." Another voice, deeper and closer to his ear.
"We're here."
Then it was bright, too bright, and he was staring up at a light, blinking. A rag was placed over his eyes, and that smelt familiar, but he still couldn't place it.
"At least it's clean. Or looks clean."
Raido heard fabric ripping. He hissed when he felt cold air against his skin. Where did his clothes go? He craned his neck up, trying to focus his eyes. Hmmm, only half of them were missing.
"Hiroshi, I don't want to pressure you, but this guy did just save the Hokage."
I did? Raido thought. Oh yeah. The Hokage was safe. He had stopped the assassin. That was why his leg hurt. "Why do I feel floaty?" he wondered.
"You've been poisoned," a voice answered, the one Jun kept calling 'Hiroshi'.
Jun was there. That was good. But why was he there? The captain should be trying to find...someone. Raido felt a sharp jab, then a sting, and couldn't help but flinch.
"Fuck! Hold him still, Kaito!"
"'m tryin'! Strong bastard."
Raido felt other hands on his body, and a voice whispering in his ear.
"You've been poisoned. We don't know what kind yet. Hiroshi is going to slow the bleeding, then drain the wound. If you need to pass out, go ahead. If you need to puke-"
That sounded like a good idea, so Raido leaned to one side and retched. His ears were pounding again. It made him dizzy, so he puked again.
"Thanks for the head's up," the voice continued.
"Trade places with me?" Raido opened his eyes, squinting up at the unknown face. A white mask sat on the top of a pale hair.
He heard a man laugh, he knew that laugh. "Well, Kaito? What's it going to be? Covered in vomit, or laying half-naked on a bathroom floor, leg cut wide-the-hell-open, and poisoned by who-the-fuck-knows?" Jun asked, still sniggering.
Raido didn't hear the answer.
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Small blessings, Jun thought. Raido wasn't fighting, not much. He seemed to accept he was safe. Or maybe he was just so shocked up he didn't care. Didn't matter. On the surface, only the thigh wound was bad. The vest had stopped most of it. He wondered why Raido hadn't been wearing chain mesh under his shirt. But given how Raido had stopped the assassin, he probably would have been dealing with internal injuries instead. He kept turning his head to shout at the men and women outside, unwilling to leave Raido's side just now.
"Shut the fuck up, Jun. I've got it." A woman scowled at him from the doorway. "So you just hang in there with your pet tokujo, okay?"
"Suck my dick, Moriko."
"Oh, hell no. I like my vocal chords disease-free, thanks." She left the bathroom, leaving the door open slightly so Jun could continue monitoring the assignments.
Jun turned his attention back to the long score down Raido's body.
"What the fuck?" Hiroshi was cleaning the wound now, starting at the top. "Oh, this one is older. I didn't remember him getting munched on." He pointed to a healing bite wound, an inch from the first puncture at the top of Raido's shoulder.
"Nah, that happened, hmmm...Wednesday night? Thursday? Either way, it was consensual."
"I've seen this before," the medic murmured, tracing the marks with a gloved finger. "This pattern. Kind of distinctive."
"It's just a love bite, Hiroshi."
"No, see here? Whoever made this has a chipped canine. Probably not even visible from the front." The man began to laugh, turning his face away from the wound and covering his mouth with a rag. "Torao," he gasped out finally, body shaking. "That teacher, um, fuck, what was his name?"
"Iruka?"
"Yeah!" Hiroshi pointed excitedly at Jun. "Yeah, him! Iruka-sensei. He bit the hell outta Torao's lip last week."
"I heard. Sorry I missed that. Sounded like an interesting party, and not just because of that."
"That guy. What a character! Damn, he was pissed. I thought he was going to kill Torao with his bare hands."
"Who, Namiashi?"
"No! Iruka-sensei! He yelled and yelled, and threatened to break Torao's foot all over again. The other guy, um, longish hair, but lighter..."
"Shiranui."
"Whatever. He finally pulled the guy outside. I heard from Moriko they were sucking face just outside the bar. Right there in the street."
Hiroshi returned to cleaning the wound, still grinning. "And it didn't stop there," he continued. "After Namiashi left, then Morino came over."
"Fuck, Morino was there?" Now Jun had to laugh. Given what he knew about Ibiki's hopes for Iruka, he didn't imagine Torao got off easily.
"Yeah. Did you know Morino wanted that teacher in T&I? And Sandaime basically told him 'hands off'? Well, Morino came over and ripped into Torao."
"He yelled at him? That doesn't sound like Morino."
"Nah, he didn't even raise his voice. But he did that whole 'you're an idiot, recite to me why you're an idiot' thing. Moriko was there, ask her."
"How did Torao take it? Do I need to warn the kid to beware of dark corners or something?"
"Doubt it. Well, maybe. I mean, Torao wouldn't hurt him." Hiroshi touched his finger along the edges of the puncture wound on Raido's shoulder, slowing the bleeding to a trickle, then turned his attention to Raido's thigh. "He laughed. He knew he deserved it. He's fucking lucky Namiashi didn't take a swing at him. I mean, did you see that bastard when we finally pried Namiashi off of him?
Jun nodded grimly. They were lucky it had happened so fast. On the one hand, Raido's response was perfect, subduing the enemy shinobi without any other injuries besides his own. On the other hand, the assassin left with a concussion, and would likely be confused for several more hours. Not that T&I would mind. It might even make Ibiki's job easier. "Namiashi is actually pretty controlled, I think. It takes a lot to get him riled up." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Iruka seems a completely different sort."
"You can say that again. I asked my little nephew. He said the man is a terror at the Academy." Hiroshi sighed, smiling again. "But he also says that everyone wants to be in his class. So go figure. Split personality?"
"Wonder what his success rate is?"
Hiroshi shrugged. "What does an eight-year-old care about that? The kid just wants to run wild. I think our family has finally produced a warrior instead of a medic."
"Oi, Jun! Someone's coming!" Moriko stuck her head in the door, eyes grim. "Doesn't seem to be taking a hint, either."
Jun sighed, cocking his head to one side before he smiled. "Speaking of, that would be our intrepid Iruka-sensei. Shit, I was hoping we would have time to patch his boyfriend up before he got here."
"Says he has a message for you from the Hawk," Sadao yelled from the living room.
"Shut down the harmonics. With him here, it would be dangerous to keep them going." He glanced at Hiroshi, then down at Raido. "Can he look in?"
"Yeah," Hiroshi sighed. "Just for a second. I don't want him flipping out or anything." He looked sharply at Raido when the man groaned. "Oh, good, he's coming to. Careful with his head, Kaito. And watch out-"
Kaito rolled his eyes when Raido managed to puke on his leg again. "I love my life so much, Hiroshi," he muttered.
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Iruka was a block away when he felt it, a wall of blackness, sending fear down the back of his neck along with the rain water. In the darkness of the storm, it encouraged him to keep going, to run right by the apartment building without a second glance. If he hadn't been so desperate, he might have turned back and waited for another escort. The Hawk had warned him to approach cautiously. Too late for that now, but he did slow down, his skin crawling and his ears buzzing.
At the bottom of the stairs, a wave of nausea nearly bowled him over. Iruka clung to the railing, shaking his head, trying to clear the fog. He couldn't feel anyone inside - no chakra at all - but there were lights on, barely visible through the tightly shut blinds. Another wave hit, dropping Iruka to his knees. "I'm Umino Iruka, Academy Instructor. Sandaime sent me. I have a message for Captain Jun from the Hawk." He felt ridiculous, whispering to nobody, and for several long seconds, nothing happened. Then suddenly the door opened. He walked up the stairs, slowly, all his senses straining to keep his body relaxed.
"We weren't expecting you, Iruka-sensei," a man's voice said as he reached the landing. "Shut your eyes for a moment and step inside."
Iruka nodded and closed his eyes. He jumped a bit at the hand on his arm, guiding him over the threshhold. "It's okay," another, more feminine, voice said. He heard the door shut behind him.
"Welcome back, Iruka-sensei. You can open your eyes."
He jumped again, blinking his eyes stupidly as he looked around. A young woman stood before him, smiling.
"At least you had the sense not to run up the stairs," a man nearby added. It was the same voice that had guided him inside.
"He told me not to do that. The Hawk, I mean. That is..."
He broke off, ashamed he was babbling and overwhelmed at the scene in front of him. Groups of men and women, most in ANBU gear, sat in the living room. Another group stood around the dining room table. Periodically, a group would stand up and leave by the balcony, soon replaced by an incoming team. Not everyone wore a mask, Iruka realized, slamming his eyes to the floor.
"It's okay, Sensei," the woman said again. "Captain Jun will be out in a minute." She laughed plucking at his vest. "You're allowed to stare, because I guarantee we're all staring at you."
More brief chuckles answered her from around the room, and Iruka bit his lip, flushing in response. He couldn't even imagine how he looked to them, water dripping on the floor, colorful ink splotches littering his clothes. Yuko the Clown, he remembered. That's what Kotetsu called him. At least the rain had washed off the mud.
"Ink bombs," he replied at last, wiping the water from his face. "Where's Raido?"
"Hiroshi is still with him." She held his eyes, and he understood. It was serious, but they were hopeful.
"And the Captain?"
"Here, Iruka."
Jun stood in front of him, offering him a towel. Iruka dried his face gratefully, trying to minimize the drippage as he dumped his shoes in the entry.
"You had something for me?"
"Huh? Oh, yes. Here." Iruka unzipped his vest and handed the man the slightly damp scroll.
Jun opened and read it, then handed it off to the man by the door. "Teams 7, 12, and 15, you have the East Quadrant. Team 6, report to the Hokage." The man's voice was sharp, but quiet, commanding without being loud. He grinned when he saw Iruka's sullen look. "It's easier to order them around than even one pre-genin. I don't envy your job at all."
Iruka nodded with a slight grimace. "Captain, where's-"
"Raido. Right. I'll let you peek in for a moment, then we need to talk."
Iruka didn't listen much past 'peek in', so he nodded. Jun didn't sound concerned - maybe it wasn't that bad. But the woman, she had looked worried. He followed behind Jun to the door of the bathroom. Jun turned the knob, curling his hand around Iruka's upper arm and giving it an almost painful squeeze. "Keep it light and positive."
"Right. Light and positive." Iruka nodded back, working hard to relax the muscles in his forehead.
"You pretty much suck at hiding things, don't you?"
"Yeah, I've heard that."
The captain pushed open the door, his tone immediately lighter. "I found a clown loitering around outside, Namiashi. Thought it might cheer you up."
"Fuck off, Jun. You and your little clown."
Iruka bit his lip again to keep a relieved sob inside when he heard Raido's voice. It was weak and scratchy, but it was a voice, and that was all that mattered.
"Sorry, Iruka. I guess he doesn't like clowns."
Taking a deep breath, Iruka poked his head in the door, trying not to notice the copious amounts of blood, water, and other things on the floor. "It looks like you've had an interesting day."
"Had better." Raido groaned when the man holding his head and shoulders shifted. He tried to smile up at Iruka. "New style of camouflage?"
"Yeah. I'm hoping to start a trend."
Raido groaned again, this time from holding back laughter. "Genma wouldn't go for it. Too derivative."
"How about you not tell him about this, and I won't tell him you made a mess in here?" Iruka grinned, rubbing his finger across his nose.
"Deal."
The captain squeezed Iruka's arm, warning him their time was up. "You need anything, Hiroshi?"
The medic shook his head, distracted by the tube leading from the gash in Raido's leg to the sink. "Still draining. Any word on the poison?"
Jun grimaced, glancing at Iruka. "Uh, no, analysis isn't back yet. Come on, Iruka, we need to have a chat."
"But-"
"When was the last time someone cleaned in here?"
Both Jun and Iruka stared at the sudden question.
"Uh, Monday, I think." Iruka glanced at the tub. "The water in the tub has been used."
"How many times?"
"I used it once. Raido used it once, maybe twice. I don't know if Genma took a bath or not."
Hiroshi relaxed slightly. "That's a blessing, I guess. It's not as sterile as I would like, but it's workable. I've had worse." He looked up at Iruka, a small smile on his lips. "I'll call if I need anything. Captain, get someone to drain this tub."
Jun nodded, then pushed Iruka back through the door, leaving it ajar.
"He's talking. That's something, right?"
"It is," Jun replied, leading Iruka into the kitchen. "Moriko, Sadao. Come here a moment." He pushed Iruka against the back wall, holding him firmly in place by one shoulder.
The woman who met Iruka at the door, and the man whose voice led him up the stairs came around the corner. Moriko was muttering 'yeah, yeah' under her voice.
"Iruka, this is Captain Moriko and Captain Sadao. They're here to-"
"Captain, please. What happened? Why isn't he in a hospital? Why are all these people here?" Iruka clenched his fists, trying not to grab the older man and shake him.
Moriko patted Iruka's arm softly, glaring at Jun. "Iruka-sensei, what do you think happened?"
Something about her voice was relaxing, Iruka decided. He took a deep breath, focusing carefully on all the clues he had. "Something happened at the meeting of the nobles. An attack, maybe an assassination attempt. Sandaime had blood spatter on him, but he said he was fine."
"Go on." Sadao was taller than the other two, but he still leaned close, their heads screening Iruka from the rest of the room.
Iruka licked his lips, eyes unfocused slightly. He'd played this game before, during his training with T&I. "The blood spatter. It came from the front. Raido had a similar pattern, but different, on what was left of his clothes. So the target was someone else."
"Anything else?" Jun gripped Iruka's shoulder harder.
"Raido. The...gash..." Iruka took a deep breath, forcing himself to review Raido's wound in detail. "Downward slice. The vest protected his torso. Until it got to his thigh. He must have moved closer. To stop the assassin. Grabbed him." He paled, caught in the scene he envisioned. He felt so tired suddenly.
Moriko pulled Iruka's hands apart, forcing them open. "You need to relax, Sensei. Passing out now won't help."
"It might."
Sadao chuckled at the answer. "It might. Then we could just dump you in the bed."
Iruka shook his head. "I'm not going to pass out. I just felt light-headed suddenly."
"Mild shock," Jun said. "Now that you have an idea of what happened-"
"Not that we told you anything," Moriko added.
"We have to insist you not speak about this to anyone."
Iruka shook his head again, blinking rapidly, fighting off the confusion. "How exactly are you planning on hiding something like this? There were nobles there. Probably servants. Maybe even council members. Somebody is likely dead! You can't silence everyone."
"I like this one, Jun. He's not a moron. I can see why Morino wanted him."
Sadao sighed, his voice gentler now. "We don't have an answer to that, Iruka-sensei. It probably won't stay a secret for long. But for now..."
"That's why Raido is here instead of a hospital." Iruka shut his eyes, trying to hide the tears gathering whenever he thought about it. The risk was huge - inadequate equipment, infection. And Genma wasn't even here. If he came back, and something...
"Yeah." Jun sighed.
"I won't tell you not to worry," Moriko said, stroking Iruka's hand. "It's serious. The assassin attacked two others before Namiashi intercepted him. But Hiroshi is the best field medic we have. He won't let the lack of medical facilities stand in his way."
Iruka kept his eyes shut, still trying to block everything out. "Poison. Hi-Hi-Hiroshi-sensei said. But it would be diluted now, right? If he attacked two others with the same weapon." He knew he was nearly begging, his voice a touch shrill.
"Unless it's blood-activated."
Iruka pushed away from the wall, trying to escape the comforting hand on his, the hard grip on his shoulder, the triple stares in his face. He didn't want to hear anymore, couldn't hear anymore. Not until he knew Raido was safe. He had managed to keep the panic and fear at bay, but now it was crawling over him, twisting his stomach, crushing his chest, making it hard to breathe. This wasn't a mission, he decided. He couldn't help Raido. He couldn't help any of these people. He no longer cared why they were there. He just needed to get away. "I need to change," he murmured, trying to push past them. To get away, sit down, before he did pass out.
"Iruka-sensei, what's your blood type?"
"Type O. But it doesn't matter. Raido's AB." His answer was automatic, his eyes glued to the floor.
"That's handy. But seeing as you two are, um, involved... I mean, you're sharing fluids right? And you don't seem like the reckless type." Jun mentally shook his head at his own duplicity. From everything he'd witnessed tonight, and heard in the past, Iruka was the reckless type. Just not sexually.
"Oh. Uh, yeah. We've all been tested recently." Iruka couldn't help the light blush across his nose or the embarrassed tone in his voice. But something tugged at him, something he had forgotten, and then it was gone when something else bubbled up to the surface of his memory. "Captain Moriko. You were there. At the bar. Last week. Right?"
She smiled and nodded. "I wondered if you would remember me. I was." She leaned closer, patting his arm again. "Don't worry. He's fine. Hiroshi fixed him up. Doesn't even have a limp. And you didn't pick up anything weird from him, either."
"But he still has a mark! He sent me a picture of it!"
Sadao chuckled. "Next time there's a demolition, I want in, Moriko. It sounds like I missed the event of the season."
Jun nodded. "Me, too."
"I have a feeling it wouldn't have been such fun if Iruka-sensei hadn't been there, too. Your birthday, right?"
"Yeah." Iruka sagged back against the wall, unable to make any headway against the three ANBU captains in front of him. "Was it only a week ago? Next year, I'm staying home."
"Aw, Sensei, that's no fun." Sadao turned away, walking back to the table. "Come on, Moriko. We need to check up on the outside. Jun, you've got things here?"
"Yup."
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Iruka slid to the floor the second Jun stepped away to check on Raido again. He couldn't go change. He would need a shower, and the bathroom was currently occupied. And dirty. He hoped the vomit was a good thing, that it meant Raido's body was ridding itself of the poison as quickly and efficiently as it could. Iruka shuddered, drawing in ragged breaths, trying to get a hold of himself. Jun didn't have time to hold his hand through this. And he shouldn't have to, Iruka told himself. I've survived worse. On that mission, on the far side of the Land of Birds. That was much worse.
Somehow, reliving the painful memory of that mission gave Iruka the focus he needed to stand up and shake off the dread in his stomach. Twenty shinobi, mostly new chuunin like himself, with a few older chuunin and one jounin as advisors. It had been the exam in Suna all over again - outclassed, out manned, and outmaneuvered. But this time they couldn't just give up, this had been real. If they didn't fight, they would die, and the mission would fail. So he fought, and when he was done, he and the other three still standing pulled shifts in the medical tent, waiting for the reinforcements. Seven men died in that first wave, but seven more survived that might not have.
Moriko said Hiroshi was a field medic, the best. But Iruka knew there were things he could do to give the man a better shot at saving Raido. To help the others stay fresh and alert while they completed their own jobs. Standing, Iruka shucked his vest, leaving it on the floor - he would hang it up later. He washed his hands, then pulled a large pot from the cabinet and filled it with water, setting it to boil. Cups were clustered onto the counter, and two kettles were filled, two teapots prepped. Iruka washed out the small coffee maker and started a fresh pot. He dug out a smaller bowl and filled it with ice, laying a clean towel over it. Finally, he rummaged through the cabinets once again, grinning when he found his prize. He'd always wondered why there was a toddler's sippy cup in Genma's cabinet. Hopefully Hiroshi wouldn't object to it.
As Iruka carried the bowl and cup across the room, he happened to glance up at the clock. 6:15. Not even an hour ago, he was still in the file room. But Iruka knew his life had changed before in the span of seconds. And it still wasn't the worst day of his life. There was still hope.
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Read on to Chapter12 Pt2
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A/N: ANBU & Military units/Rank: Thanks to Wikipedia, I am thoroughly confused by how ANBU is set up. First, military terminology.
Teams - 2-5 people, led by Team Leader, enlisted person
Squad - 8-13 people, or 2 Teams, led by Squad Leader, enlisted
Platoon - 25-60 people, or 2+ Squads, led by NCO or 2d Lieutenant
Company - 70-250 people, or 2-8 Platoons, led by NCO or Captain or Major
Wikipedia also says the name ANBU includes 'Squad', which means there wouldn't be more than 12 or so of them. That fits with the fan book's assertion that the members of ANBU wear animal zodiac masks. There's only 12 of those. BUUT why would you need captains, then, and both Kakashi and Itachi were captains in the ANBU. Also, squad leaders wear white robes over their uniforms sometimes - squad leaders, meaning more than one squad. Ibiki is the head of the T&I department within ANBU, although he is not masked. ANNND how many ANBU are there? Probably more than we think - the same way there are more shinobi in Konoha than we think (likely because few of the adult canon characters seem to know each other - have to be a pretty big village for that to happen). We know there's more than 12 because of the attack on Konoha.
So here's my take on it - ANBU in total probably numbers about 80 people, not including the administrative personnel. That includes the masked operatives and unmasked departments, like T&I. When we call someone 'captain', we actually mean Squad Leader. The captains have their own teams, but also oversight over a set number of teams. Otherwise, we would only have at most 2 captains in all of ANBU, and I don't get the idea that it's that rare a designation.
Confused? Yeah, me too. Just don't get me started on the masks.