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[October 20] [Naruto] Traitors in our Midst
Title: Traitors in our Midst
Day/Theme: October 20th, A spy of the old school
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: Yakushi Kabuto
Rating: PG
Author’s Comments: All I know of the organization of intelligence organizations come from the few Robert Ludlum books that I have read, so bear with me.
Ehehe. It was a weird interpretation of the theme. @_@;
"There’s a traitor among us, sir."
There were only two men in the large, well-lit room that was the office of the director of central intelligence: one was the director himself, sitting behind his desk; the other was a nervous-looking, bespectacled young man, who was clearly ill at ease at being inside the room.
The director regarded the young man in front of him, his lips easing into a frown. “And why do you say so?”
“It’s been one coincidence after the other, sir.” The young man removed his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt, his hands visibly shaking.
The director raised an eyebrow, but nodded, allowing the other to go on.
“Just last week, sir, another one of our assets was killed,” the young man murmured. “That makes it three agents in a row, in the last two weeks alone. And they are not the only ones in the string of mysterious deaths of our very best agents. These people were logged out of the system: they couldn’t have been found out, not as easily as they seem to have been, at least.”
“So you have noticed as well.” The captain interlocked his fingers together, resting his chin on his hands. “I’ve had the same suspicions myself, actually.”
He looked pointedly at the man in front of him, and said, “But to actually accuse anyone of being a double agent, you must have proof. I trust that you came here with them?”
“I didn’t collect the information myself,” the young man said, his eyes darting to and fro from the room, looking as if he feared that his death could come from the very walls of the director’s office any second. “I merely recovered it from one of our agents, the one who was murdered a week ago.”
“Photographs?”
The director stared at the photograph now in his hand, certainly not prepared for what he now saw. He had his suspicions, but never one as grave as this.
“Her,” was the only word that the director was able to speak.
“I couldn’t believe it, either, sir,” the young man said, looking away.
“Uchiha Sasuke’s wife,” the director said, putting the photograph down on his desk, face down. “Going through the rear entrance of the enemy embassy. Not once, but on thirteen different occasions.”
“But perhaps we should review the evidence first, before—”
“We do not need any other,” the director said, without any emotion, although his eyes betrayed his turmoil. “The timing of Uchiha's marriage with her is consistent with the timing of the string of murders in our organization. Also the leaking of classified information from our ranks.”
“You mean classified information has also been leaked...?”
“Enough,” the director snapped, silencing the young man. “Uchiha Sakura shall be dealt with, soon. There is a way to expose her while keeping our hands clean off her death.”
“And Uchiha Sasuke?”
“He’ll live.” The director’s right hand clenched into a fist, but otherwise, he remained unperturbed, dark gray eyes cold and impassionate. “I rather suspect that he’ll never work for the agency again, after this. Such a pity.”
“But she really seemed to be, well…she was a doctor, and how could she be…?”
“It seems that you cannot trust anyone anymore,” the director said.
At these words, he suddenly looked at the young man in front of him, eyes narrowed. The young man in front of him only sighed, looking much more fearful than before.
“Sir, if I may leave now…?”
The director removed his silent scrutiny of the young man before him, satisfied. Three years had still not changed his subordinate’s nervous manner, and though the young man before him had worked in the agency far longer than any of the others, far longer even than Uchiha Sasuke, who was by far the best agent they had in the agency. The young man before him was a stark contrast to Uchiha: his abilities seemed to be limited to clerical work, and he never rose in rank in the organization.
The director chuckled softly to himself. It was highly improbable, the suspicion that had suddenly come to him moments ago. It was even absurd.
“You may go, Kabuto,” he said, putting back the photographs inside the envelope the young man had given him. “And whatever discussion we had in this room remains here, you understand.”
“Yes, sir.” The door closed behind the young man, and the director picked up his telephone, punching in numbers with a tired, resigned air.
******
Evening came. The young man was alone, his feet making no sound as he treaded through the deserted street he found himself in.
He walked towards a lone figure, silhouetted in the moonlight, long black hair streaming behind it. A pale face looked impassively at the young man, and spoke a single word.
“Well?”
“It’s done,” the young man said, simply.
“Everything according to plan?”
“They suspect nothing, still,” the young man said.
“Then proceed as planned, Kabuto. Uchiha Sasuke shall soon be ours.”
Those were its last words: the figure promptly vanished, melting back into the darkness.
Yakushi Kabuto smiled to himself, his eyeglasses glinting in the moonlight.
Day/Theme: October 20th, A spy of the old school
Series: Naruto
Character/Pairing: Yakushi Kabuto
Rating: PG
Author’s Comments: All I know of the organization of intelligence organizations come from the few Robert Ludlum books that I have read, so bear with me.
Ehehe. It was a weird interpretation of the theme. @_@;
"There’s a traitor among us, sir."
There were only two men in the large, well-lit room that was the office of the director of central intelligence: one was the director himself, sitting behind his desk; the other was a nervous-looking, bespectacled young man, who was clearly ill at ease at being inside the room.
The director regarded the young man in front of him, his lips easing into a frown. “And why do you say so?”
“It’s been one coincidence after the other, sir.” The young man removed his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt, his hands visibly shaking.
The director raised an eyebrow, but nodded, allowing the other to go on.
“Just last week, sir, another one of our assets was killed,” the young man murmured. “That makes it three agents in a row, in the last two weeks alone. And they are not the only ones in the string of mysterious deaths of our very best agents. These people were logged out of the system: they couldn’t have been found out, not as easily as they seem to have been, at least.”
“So you have noticed as well.” The captain interlocked his fingers together, resting his chin on his hands. “I’ve had the same suspicions myself, actually.”
He looked pointedly at the man in front of him, and said, “But to actually accuse anyone of being a double agent, you must have proof. I trust that you came here with them?”
“I didn’t collect the information myself,” the young man said, his eyes darting to and fro from the room, looking as if he feared that his death could come from the very walls of the director’s office any second. “I merely recovered it from one of our agents, the one who was murdered a week ago.”
“Photographs?”
The director stared at the photograph now in his hand, certainly not prepared for what he now saw. He had his suspicions, but never one as grave as this.
“Her,” was the only word that the director was able to speak.
“I couldn’t believe it, either, sir,” the young man said, looking away.
“Uchiha Sasuke’s wife,” the director said, putting the photograph down on his desk, face down. “Going through the rear entrance of the enemy embassy. Not once, but on thirteen different occasions.”
“But perhaps we should review the evidence first, before—”
“We do not need any other,” the director said, without any emotion, although his eyes betrayed his turmoil. “The timing of Uchiha's marriage with her is consistent with the timing of the string of murders in our organization. Also the leaking of classified information from our ranks.”
“You mean classified information has also been leaked...?”
“Enough,” the director snapped, silencing the young man. “Uchiha Sakura shall be dealt with, soon. There is a way to expose her while keeping our hands clean off her death.”
“And Uchiha Sasuke?”
“He’ll live.” The director’s right hand clenched into a fist, but otherwise, he remained unperturbed, dark gray eyes cold and impassionate. “I rather suspect that he’ll never work for the agency again, after this. Such a pity.”
“But she really seemed to be, well…she was a doctor, and how could she be…?”
“It seems that you cannot trust anyone anymore,” the director said.
At these words, he suddenly looked at the young man in front of him, eyes narrowed. The young man in front of him only sighed, looking much more fearful than before.
“Sir, if I may leave now…?”
The director removed his silent scrutiny of the young man before him, satisfied. Three years had still not changed his subordinate’s nervous manner, and though the young man before him had worked in the agency far longer than any of the others, far longer even than Uchiha Sasuke, who was by far the best agent they had in the agency. The young man before him was a stark contrast to Uchiha: his abilities seemed to be limited to clerical work, and he never rose in rank in the organization.
The director chuckled softly to himself. It was highly improbable, the suspicion that had suddenly come to him moments ago. It was even absurd.
“You may go, Kabuto,” he said, putting back the photographs inside the envelope the young man had given him. “And whatever discussion we had in this room remains here, you understand.”
“Yes, sir.” The door closed behind the young man, and the director picked up his telephone, punching in numbers with a tired, resigned air.
******
Evening came. The young man was alone, his feet making no sound as he treaded through the deserted street he found himself in.
He walked towards a lone figure, silhouetted in the moonlight, long black hair streaming behind it. A pale face looked impassively at the young man, and spoke a single word.
“Well?”
“It’s done,” the young man said, simply.
“Everything according to plan?”
“They suspect nothing, still,” the young man said.
“Then proceed as planned, Kabuto. Uchiha Sasuke shall soon be ours.”
Those were its last words: the figure promptly vanished, melting back into the darkness.
Yakushi Kabuto smiled to himself, his eyeglasses glinting in the moonlight.