𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍

The Immortal Duo

A/N: I'm pretty sure 1 million ryo is $100, so that's how the money will be working here. Also, Happy Hanukkah to all those celebrating, and onto the chapter!

No one's Perspective, The Fire Temple:

Two men dressed in black and red cloaks were standing outside the gate of the Fire Temple.

"A temple? Are you sure this is the place?" Hidan questioned.

"We'll see," Kakuzu muttered, getting ready to punch down the gate. "This is no ordinary temple, so the odds are good."

The knocked down gate revealed monks in panic, running around like their lives were on the line– which, to be fair, was quite accurate.

"They don't look very willing to convert to the way of Jashin," Hidan commented as the monks assembled in rows.

A monk stepped forward until he was meters away from them.

"Ah, another virtuous sort," Hidan said, staring at the monk.

"Not just virtuous. His name is Chiriku, and according to our Bingo Book, his head's worth 30 million!" Kakuzu said.

"Hey, we aren't here to collect a bounty. Killing a monk for worldly gain is a ticket straight to damnation," Hidan said, turning to face his partner.

"I don't know what you want, but turn around and go home!" Chiriku demanded, drawing the two men's attention back to him.

"Not going to kill us without a cause, huh? That's not one of my beliefs, though." Hidan said, his fingers moving towards his red scythe.

"This temple is a famed temple within the Fire Country. It's said that all monks hold the ability of The Gift of the Holy Folk. Especially this man, who's worth 30 million. He's an elite shinobi that was once in the Guardian Shinobi Twelve." Kakuzu said. "Be careful, Hidan."

"Enough, Kakuzu!" Hidan exclaimed, running towards the monk.

Hanara's Perspective, the Hokage Tower:

'B-rank, huh. The Wind Daimyo needs his son to be escorted to the Sand Village, where the Sand shinobi will then take him to his home. Alright, that'll be okay.'

"I'll take that mission, Lady Tsunade." Hanara said.

"Good. Send him in."

Hanara opened the door, finding an extremely posh looking thirty-year-old on the other end.

"A little girl?" the man questioned, walking inside. "Surely you can find someone else more qualified, Princess? I heard that Hatake is free nowadays, what about him?"

"Kakashi-sensei is a bit busy, actually. You'll find that I'm more than qualified for this mission, however." Hanara said, more than used to clients judging her by her age and gender.

'I take that back. I should've realized he's one of those clients...'

Three days in and Hanara was wondering why the mission wasn't a C-rank. Sure, the Wind Daimyo's son was bound to have ninja after him, but they hadn't run into anyone. Her client, whose name she soon found was Aito, was very uncooperative. He complained every few minutes about his feet or that he was thirsty or that she should 'jutsu him a carriage,' whatever that meant.

Needless to say, when she handed him over to some Sand Chunin, she was very relieved.

'Still... running into no one on the way... that's a bit odd. He was an important noble. Did someone scare off the bandits? In any case, it's best to stay alert... Maybe I'm getting paranoid but I have a bad feeling about this.'