A Ninja's Path (Kakashi X Reader)

Chapter Forty Seven

You marched straight into the archives, cautious of any eyes or ears that monitored your movements.

You swiftly gathered the books you needed and slipped into a corner, looking back and forth between the list of rebellion leaders you were meant to kidnap and the passages containing secrets on your powers.

You didn't find much on the Hikarigan, and you suspected that the Council held such information elsewhere, possibly to hide it from you. Tomorrow, you would return to the archives and search the inaccessible levels more thoroughly. So for now, you looked across the information the Council had on the rebellion.

They knew almost every rebellion member's name- save for yours and a few others- and their addresses. Along with physical descriptions and occupations.

One document held records of a particular attack held nearly four months ago. The raiding of a factory just outside the Night Village. A factory that supplied the Nightmares with weapons and armor.

And an attack you had participated in.

You kept your expressions checked, scrunched in concentration when not neutral. You didn't sense any Nightmares nearby, but you wouldn't risk any real emotions just in case.

When you were done, you discreetly placed the few books you selected back on the shelves and left the archives, heading for a small restaurant several blocks away for lunch.

After hurling in the bathroom earlier, your stomach still churned a bit. Even so, you knew you had to get some sort of nutrition into your system.

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The restaurant you entered had low tables and dim lighting, casting a hazy glow on the few patrons within.

As soon as you settled onto a cushion, a waiter approached and you ordered quietly, the man not even trying to be discreet as he blatantly avoided looking at your face.

You ate quickly, ignoring the tightness of your upset stomach. You no longer felt nauseous, so the worry of vomiting was small.

You lingered in the restaurant even after the waiter took away your plate and you paid for the meal. The person you were looking for hadn't appeared yet. You yawned, doodling on a napkin.

After several more minutes of waiting, the door opened and a young man walked in, wrapped in a stained apron. He surveyed the room as he walked briskly toward the kitchen. His face faltered when he saw you but he didn't slow his pace. Just a cook late to his shift who was shocked to find the Violent Phantom eating in his father's restaurant.

At least, that's what anyone who wasn't you or him would think. He entered the kitchen, door swinging shut behind him.

As soon as he vanished out of sight, you stood up, slipping the napkin into your pocket. Assessing the restaurant one last time, you left.

You walked down the street in long strides, not once looking back. But as you neared the entrance to an narrow back alleyway, you activated your Hikarigan.

It was only a split second- one moment you were walking hastily down the street, the next you were gone. The shadows wrapped around you, a cloak of invisibility that spilled you into the alleyway. They dissapated as you approached the young cook seated on the steps of the restaurant's backdoor. Waiting.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Ichirou asked sourly. He crossed his arms as you approached, a wary look on his face.

"I need to place an order. I want it delivered to my apartment."

The man's expression hardened. He uncrossed his arms and stood. "What would you like to order?"

"A full-course meal."