Shikigami Dance: Naruto/BNHA Crossover

Prologue: The Angel of the Battlefield

Akatsuki Hideout: Mountain Graveyard...

The network of mountain caves echoed softly to the steady footsteps of the present leader of the Akatsuki. A man known by many names and titles in his lifetime. Tobi... Madara Uchiha... Masked Madara... Masked Man... Savior... None of them his true identity.

A squishy pop sounded from the wall behind him as the bicolored figure of Zetsu leaned out from the wall.

"So at long last, you're finally heading out."

The masked figure stopped. "There have been many changes to our plans," his deep voice held a note of suppressed annoyance.

"You say that as if I'm the one to blame for everything," a soft voice mused behind him.

Madara's single Sharingan flickered around to look at his newest ally, Kabuto Yakushi, "It was because of you that we had to change our strategy."

Kabuto smirked, as he let his white snake appendage slither up to wind around his torso, "Thanks to me, your military might and range of attacks increased. You will do well to remember that in the future."

"Don't do anything outside of what we agreed upon while I'm away," Madara warned.

Kabuto's glasses glinted as he spoke in a condescending tone, "We are comrades. So you really do need to learn to have a little more trust in me."

There was silence before Madara spoke again, "You are only looking out for your own interests. Don't pretend otherwise." He slowly stalked off towards the cave entrance.

Kabuto raised his hand in a 'what can I do?' gesture, "Aren't you even going to bother telling me where exactly you're heading off to?"

"The Hidden Rain Village..." Madara's voice held a dismissive tone.

"The Hidden Rain Village?" Kabuto asked in faked confusion, "But they aren't even directly involved in the Great Ninja War... So why go there?"

The masked leader's silhouette slowly faded as he entered the sunlight, "It doesn't concern you."

***

The Hidden Rain Village...

Konan surveyed the rainy landscape of the village she now protected. The village she was born in, had grown up in, had fought for, and had watched her friends die for.

It had been three months since Nagato had exchanged his own life to resurrect the Hidden Leaf forces and civilians he had killed. The peace in his eyes due to his change of heart had been her one comfort at the event of his death. Now he lay buried with Yahiko in a place only known to her.

A Rain Shinobi landed behind her, "Milady, all the preparations you asked for are taken care of."

Konan didn't turn around, "Very good. If things go wrong, you know what to do. Do not fail me."

The man's breath hissed through the gas mask he wore and he bowed his head, "Your will in this matter is the village's will. We will follow your orders in letter and spirit."

Konon nodded, her amber eyes hardening as she looked out into the rain and spoke, "He's here. Tell everyone to take shelter. Follow the orders I gave you."

"Right," the shinobi faded from view in a cloud of mist.

Konan watched the air warp in front of her as Madara appeared with his back to her.

"Are you trying to find something?" she asked, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Yes," Madara glanced over his shoulder, "Just tell me where you have hidden Nagato's corpse."