Some key points to this chapter:

+Tenzo is Yamato, for those who don't know. According to Kakashi, Tenzo was Yamato's original codename in ANBU

Stop the Dams

Chapter One: Feel Good Inc.

The voices seem to echo endlessly through long, brick strewn, blood stained caverns—they bounce off damp, moss-covered walls in a dangerous frenzy of chaos. It's a disaster, it is mayhem. The littered skulls are glaring, jeering with their wide jaws and their gaping, black eyes. Wanting and desiring…Darkness.

The voices won't leave me alone. They won't leave me alone. Echoing. Over and over and over and I don't know my right from my left. I can't tell if this darkness is here. Or if I'm dreaming. Or if my eyes are closed. Or if I'm living. Ifs.

Look, there's a sword…

Kill yourself

Look, there's a boy…

Kill him

Look, there's a way out…

Liar.

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The courtyard was filled with the sound a gurgling throat and the obscene tell-tale splutter of lips and saliva as Kuroda Yameru spit the biggest loogie she had up to date.

The black-haired kunoichi stared despondently at the mass of liquid, slightly amused by the heap of bubbles gliding around the top. With a grunt, she stretched one leg from the bench she was sitting on and smacked it against the puddle of mucus's surface and began to rub it around with the toes of her sandals. It made a satisfying squelch.

"Classy."

She turned her head towards the origin of the sound, on the bench adjacent to hers, and let the groveling begin. Yameru squinted her eyes and pulled back her lips against her teeth, contorting her face into what seemed to be a mismatched crossover of a pout and a grimace. "Kaaaakashiiii," she whined.

"No. "The single syllable came out disinterested and sing-song.

The black haired ninja splattered herself against the surface of the bench, stomach against its wooden length. She brought her gloved hands together in a begging motion. Yameru whined again, voice reaching a dangerously pitchy squeal. "Kakashi! Please! Pretty please! "

"The level of attractiveness this 'please' holds doesn't matter, so—" The white haired man spared her a single glance with his one black eye before turning it back to his book. "No, Yameru. I'm afraid I'm not going to entertain you."

"But. But. But I—"

"No."

"But. But. But Kaka—"

"No."

"Ka—"

"No."

"You—"

"No."

Yameru let out a growl of frustration and surrendered, hands falling to her side, face slamming itself into the bench's surface. And to Kakashi's pleasure, she stayed that way for a few minutes, no sound, and no movement— kind of like she was dead. Subconsciously, he nodded to himself, he liked a dead Yameru.

The two sat in silence, the screeching of cicadas bounced off the trees and the walls of the surrounding buildings. They were in the park located right outside the Hokage's tower, waiting for a mission alert or basically, anything at all to take up their time. The park was empty and silence reigned through the soft humming of insects and the ruffling of leaves as the wind blew harshly.

In all honesty, Yameru was exhausted. Their squad, Squad 4, had just returned that morning from an A-rank mission and sleep was out of the question. Other than missions though, she didn't exactly have any other method to waste her endless time away. She lay on the splintered wooden surface of her favorite bench for a few minutes, watching dispassionately through shut eyes as the sun flickered red beyond her eyelids.

But soon enough, Yameru started up again, limp body suddenly going rigid as a board. Her hands abruptly shot forward in front of her and then came back to her shoulders in a rotating motion. Yameru breathed rhythmically. "Ha. Hoo. Ha. Hoo. Ha. Hoo. Ha. Hoo."

Kakashi snorted in a mix of amusement and disbelief as he realized what she was doing.

Practicing her breaststroke.

On a bench.

Kami-sama, she looked like some voyeuristic pervert attempting to rape a piece of innocent furniture in the middle of the courtyard.

Her loud, breathy pants went on for minutes before finally, to Kakashi's immense gratitude, she stopped and face planted herself against the bench once more.

Yameru mumbled against the wood, drool starting to pool at her chin as her lips brushed against the brown surface. "Kagwasheee Iom shoo boooddddd."

"Yes." Kakashi replied in a sing-song voice, choosing to tease her. "I got that the first ten times you said so."

Yameru's head suddenly snapped up, and she crawled on to all fours, still giving him that pathetic groveling facial expression of hers. "I'm so boooooooreeeeddd!" She screamed it up to the sky, like a wolf in midday—or a really crazy chick on a bench.

She frowned when she got no reaction from her fellow comrade, a little irritated. Stumbling to her feet, she stood shakily on the bench before jumping on to his. Yameru tip-toed forward, somewhat happily noting Kakashi's body starting to tense up in anxiety as she came closer.

"Neh. Neh. Kakashi." She drawled out his name, a mischievous smile playing along her lips. "Let me read, too!"

The white-haired ninja tugged his book violently away as she made a mad grab for it. "No." He repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time that hour alone. After assuring himself that his precious novel was a good distance away and safe from her sticky hands, he calmly turned a page. "You're not even of legal age yet."

"Legal, schmegal!" Yameru frowned and crossed her arms across her chest indignantly. "Who cares about the law? Laws are for dickheads with no dicks."

Hatake Kakashi stared at her with his one black eye, looking a bit tired and overall amazed at her idiocy. Her IQ must have been astonishingly diminutive. "Yameru." He spoke like he was speaking to a five-year old child—slowly with just a touch of impatience. "You're an ANBU. That means you work for the law."

She blinked her grey eyes for a moment, eyelids closing and opening in deep thought. He knew she was working out some sort of retort in that messy, illogical head of hers. "Well, um. ANBU schmanbu…I'd rather be a King Boo."

He knew she was grinning like a maniac because she made a rhyme.

"Yameru." Kakashi turned yet another page, and shook his head, trying to rid the hints of her stupidity out of his poor, defiled mind.

She looked up brightly at him, that ridiculous, proud smile still tugging her lips one ear to the other. "Hm?"

"Shut up."

The fellow jounin puffed her cheeks in outrage and bared her teeth, dull canines revealing themselves. She let an indignant screech of fury out her lips before poking her finger in him. Yes, in to him, not at him, in him. "You! Ha-ta-ke Ka-ka-shi!" She emphasized every syllable of his sorry name with a harsh jab into his masked cheek. "Ever since you turned 18 all you've been doing is reading that stupid pervy book of yours, you don't care about any of us anymore. You stupid pervert! Good-for-nothing sorry excuse for a captain! Traitor!"

With a deep, heavy sigh, Kakashi shifted the book to his left hand and brought his right to gingerly remove the intruding finger that was currently stabbing into his clothed face. Finally he turned to her, and gave her the longest, hardest, most serious look he could muster with one eye. "You're right I'm 18, and I'm horny. I'm sorry. It's not my fault this is good porn and I have to wait around here instead of in my own house so I can actually make some sperm bunnies or better yet, get laid. " He gave her a playful smile."And you know what Yameru?"

"What." She huffed.

"I'm 18. You're 16." He wagged his finger to and fro for emphasis. "I'm the squad captain. You're the under-subordinate. The least you could do is give me with some respect." Kakashi paused for a moment, his single eye dragging across the scenery in thought and finally finished. "And some space would be nice."

Yameru growled under her breath and proceeded to reinsert her fingertip into his cheek. "How dare you, Kakashi Hatake?" She started to tear up dramatically, her other unoccupied hand grabbed her forehead in her agony, fingers scraping across her scalp. Oh, the treachery! "How dare you and—and—and after all we've been through!" She sniffled loudly, the boogers in her nose making a disgusting squelching slurp. "I'm carrying your child and yet this is how you treat me? You horrible, atrocious man."

"What?" Kakashi freaked. "Child! What the-"

"Hatake Kakashi made me a baby momma!" Yameru screamed at the top of her lungs, voice echoing through the hopefully empty courtyard. "And now he won't take responsibility! I don't want to be sixteen and pregnant. It was on a dark, and stormy night when he suddenly jumped through my window and—"

There was a flutter of movement as Kakashi finally started to care enough and shoved his palm against her mouth. "What do you think you're doing? Yamer—ugh!"

"Blecheghch." Her tongue laid out limp against her bottom lip; dribble pouring down in a cascade of sticky DNA against her chin and his palm.

"Agh!" Kakashi let out a yelp of disgust as he wiped the excess saliva off his hand against the pockets of his green vest desperately.

Yameru eyed him innocently and jokingly fluttered her eyelashes while making cooing noises, spit still shining against her chin and down her neck.

He stared back, utterly, utterly bewildered and perturbed.

She whistled at him. "Hey, sexy." Her winking looked oddly a whole lot like blinking.

Hatake Kakashi was truly beaten down. He groaned, and rubbed his one eye irritably, hoping if he rubbed hard enough, she would suddenly disappear from his sight. He opened his eye. She was still there eyeing him mischievously like he was a hunk of spicy, grilled meat.

"Okay." He finally relented, dropping the aloofness. Kakashi ran one hand through his messy white hair. He suddenly felt exhausted, weary like he hadn't had any sleep for the past 24 hours…oh wait, he hadn't. "Now…what do you want?"

Yameru grinned toothily and she hungrily shifted her eyes to the book in his hand. She stretched out her arms and flexed her fingers in a greedy "gimme" motion. "Let me read!"

He sighed heavily. Deep inside, he really, honestly knew that this was the most appalling, immoral, moronic mistake he could ever make. "Fine." But he really, honestly couldn't help it.

Kakashi was about to hand her book, but she opted instead to crouch right next to him, and obscenely shove her head into the book clutched in his fingers. All he could see was a mass of black hair. "Yameru."

There was a gurgle.

"Yameru."

A long-winded sniffle.

"Kuroda Yameru."

A moan. A frickin'moan.

Unceremoniously, Kakashi used his other hand (which she earlier violated with her spittle), grabbed the back of her head and forcefully, and rather difficultly, dragged her face off of his precious book.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh what the—there was blood on his book. Flippin' B. L. O. O. D.

He turned his head, a little frightened at his younger squad member. Yameru had this oddly satisfied look on her face, a little dreamy, a little high, but what really caught Kakashi's attention was the stream of blood steadily dripping from her nose. It was a waterfall of crimson.

Kakashi didn't think he's seen her bleed so much since the one S-rank mission a year ago where they were ambushed by a herd of burly, gruff missing-nin. He face-palmed. And he was supposed to be the pervert.

The jounin watched a bit disturbed as she let out a content sigh, a small utterly pleased smile playing off her lips as she shifted on the bench, facing forward. Yameru lurched backwards, becoming utterly limp, body bending to the shape of the bench. The blood was still pouring out.

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The voices have stopped, and in their wake, they leave the ominous buzzing of silence that dig into the skull, that drill their way into my brain, into my ears, into my existence. That's all there is. Buzzing. Buzzing. Like flies swarming around a corpse…a corpse—am I dead?

Why are you still living?

Kill yourself.

You need to stop.

You're not alive.

Don't be afraid.

Death won't hurt.

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ANBU Black Ops is known as the most deadly force of organized ninja throughout the shinobi villages. They are handpicked individuals, chosen for their immense talent, skill, and ability to make intelligent decisions in do-or-die situations. Meeting an ANBU could mean certain death, it could mean your heart being clawed out of your chest, legs being ripped out of their sockets, and your brain splattering across concrete floor.

Indeed, the ANBU were a deadly force to be reckoned with—death, in human form.

"Kakashi. I'm a virgin."

Indeed, the ANBU, will scare you shitless.

"That's nice, Yameru."

"No." Yameru shook her head solemnly, arms crossed over the traditional green chuunin vest she wore, a deep overdramatic sigh racking through her body. "No, it's not Kakashi."

"Mhm." He ignored her and continued to idly flip through his Icha Icha novel, looking deliberately for the more raunchy scenes.

"Kakashi. Take my virginity."

"What the fu—" Kakashi dragged his eyes off the printed pages in an instant stare at his comrade in complete and utter shock. He gaped, confusion and bewilderment all balled up in his mind and made thinking logically the most difficult task. "What in the world, Yameru?"

Arms still folded, eyes still closed as if in meditation, Yameru turned to him. She pursed her lips tightly, and shook her head sadly. "I don't want to be a virgin."

"Well, yes." Kakashi gestured toward the crusted blood beneath her nose that scattered randomly on her lips and chin. "I received that message quite clearly."

The kunoichi opened her grey eyes slowly, looking at Kakashi with a somber I-am-so-frickin-wise-you-don't-even-know look. "You're good in bed, aren't you?"

Hatake Kakashi was speechless. His bottom lip flapped, not that she could see through his mask, but nonetheless, he was utterly, utterly, speechless. "Well." Kakashi was stuttering. Hatake Kakashi was stuttering. Talking to his kohai about his skills in the sack wasn't exactly on his list of things-to-do today. "I-I suppose. I am."

"Exactly." She brought one hand to rub at her chin, almost as if she had a goatee. "I trust you, dear friend. I trust you with my…" Yameru suddenly leapt up and off the bench, landing sturdily on two feet, hands thrown up in the air in Banzai mode. "VIRGINITY!" She screeched and again, Kakashi was left utterly, utterly, speechless.

"Um. Excuse me?"

The two jounin snapped their heads to look up at the newcomer.

"Oh? Who is this?" Yameru took a few steps forward to the stranger, surveying openly as she circled him like a seme to his uke.

The boy looked roughly 14 years old. His deep brown hair stood on random ends and his face was defined by a straight nose, and set, square jaw. What really hit the two jounin though, were his deep black eyes that were—

"Freaky! HolyKage's man-thong!" Yameru pointed a finger in him, yes, in him. "Your eyes scream, 'Freak,' you freak!" After making her dramatic statement, she removed her finger from between his eyes and quickly retreated back to the bench and huddled next to Kakashi.

"Ok, Kakashi," she whispered. "I'll take the right, you take the left, and let's take care of this freak." Yameru rose and pointed her fingers out like kunai. "Hiyah," she muttered.

Hatake Kakashi took a glance to her, his book, then to the boy, then back to his book. "Yameru, leave the boy alone."

"No!" She grabbed the 18 year old man by his shoulders and shook him fiercely. Yameru yelled obnoxiously loud, and slurred her words in mock anxiety. "No, Kakashi, you're letting the Freak freak you out with his freaky eyes. Don't fall into his freaky genjutsu or you'll become a freak too!"

Yameru then proceeded to slap him. And then backhanded him. And then poked his visible eye.

"No," she wailed. "No, no, no, no! Kakashi!" She was suddenly hugging him, cuddling his abused skull into her shoulder and she was sobbing. Loudly. "No, Kakashi! Don't turn into a freak, you can't! I won't let you. No. No. No. No." She sniffled then wiped her snot against his forehead protector.

Hatake had the urge to kill a baby.

"Excuse me." The boy started again. He was extremely disturbed by the scene in front of him, but chose to brush it off and pretend he saw nothing. Keeping sane was easier that way. "I'm looking for Hatake Kakashi."

Kakashi muttered under his breath, shut his book in one hand, and pushed the ridiculous girl off of him with the other (with a bit more force than necessary). He could feel his sanity attempting to slither out his ear to escape towards salvation. "Yes?"

The brunette saluted, one hand coming stiffly to his forehead, accenting his…freaky eyes. "Sir. I am codename Tenzo, I was assigned by the Hokage-sama to serve under your squad for the time being."

There was some scuffling on the floor before Yameru popped up from underneath the bench where Kakashi had roughly shoved her. "Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh? Serve? Squad? Time?"

She crawled across the dirt floor towards a disturbed Tenzo. "So you're the new kid, huh?" She rounded him on all fours, sniffing. She head butted his knee and suddenly jumped to her feet in a split second, startling the brunette.

Yameru eyed him one more time before strutting back to the bench to sit next to Kakashi…looking oddly civilized all of a sudden. "Hmph. That damn old man." She growled, glaring at the fourteen year old boy. "Sending us useless brats, what a waste of my fucking time. Listen up, kid!"

Tenzo stiffened, startled by her sudden change of demeanor. "Yes, ma'am!"

"ANBU is no fucking playground so I'll warn you now." She crossed one leg over the other, and tilted her head back, mouth curling cruelly in a malevolent sneer . "Get in our damn way and I'll rip your sorry balls off, got it?"

Before Tenzo could coherently think of a response, Yameru slid to her feet, looking relatively intimidating, considering she still had crusted blood underneath her nose and dried spittle on the curve of her chin. "See you, Kakashi." And with that, the black haired kunoichi left, leaving a rather stunned and incredibly confused 14 year old in her wake.

Tenzo blinked multiple times, attempting to organize the series of odd, hectic events of the past few seconds in his pre-pubescent head. All he could manage was to stutter out a befuddled, "What the?"

"Don't worry about her."

Tenzo turned his attention back to the older man, Kakashi, who was still looking visibly abused. His mask was askew, bunched up in folds across his cheeks, his headband lay haphazardly across his face from being tugged too often, and his hair had noticeably crusty chunks from what seemed to be yellow-green phlegm.

"Sir?" The brunette squinted his eyes, showing he didn't fully comprehend.

Kakashi groaned and stood up. He brushed himself off, adjusted his forehead protector, and offered a not-so-reassuring smile before stuffing his nose back in his Icha Icha novel. "It's an ANBU thing."

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I don't know how long I've been walking, but my legs hurt, the pain, it's embedded into my bones, down to the very marrow that oozes out my crimson blood. I keep walking, but this tunnel doesn't end, it stretches out into the blatantly unknown, boasting and squealing, screeching.

There's nowhere to go.

This is the end of you.

I think I'm lost. I think…can I think? Am I truly thinking right now, do I truly exist? Questions with no answers, they sprint through the recesses of a messy psyche, taunting their endless vigor, and smudging their filth against cracked windows. They blur the conscience.

You're filthy.

You can't be clean.

There's no hope for you.

So, just die.

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"So there's a new kid, huh?"

Yameru nodded before taking off her sandals and tangling her toes in the overgrown grass. "Kid called himself Tenzo. He's pretty cute."

"Yameru."

She looked up at the voice from her sitting position. It belonged to none other than fellow Squad 4 member Mizushima Takeshi, their personal genjutsu specialist and gossip queen…or king, rather. "Yes, Boss?"

Takeshi rolled his eyes at the girl's nickname for him, and plopped himself down next to her on the grassy hill. He slipped off his own sandals and stretched his long legs out with a content moan. Finally, he turned his head towards her and said frankly, lips quirking up slightly in an arrogant smirk. "Don't be a pedophile."

"Hey!" Yameru punched him on his thigh, disturbingly close to his goods. "Boss he can't be that much younger than me, maybe two—three years at best!"

"Mhm, sweetie." Takeshi dug through his pockets and pulled out a box of cigarettes, that damned smirk still taunting along the creases of his mouth. "That's what all the raving child molesters say."

The black-haired kunoichi growled and punched his thigh one more time, before plopping herself fully against the grassy hill in exasperation. "Well, at least I'm not a drag queen," she mumbled under her breath scornfully.

Takeshi snapped his head towards her, freshly lit cigarette spewing out smoke as it flopped limply on the corner of his lips. "That Kuroda Yameru, was for a damn mission! I am not a drag queen!" The dirty blond turned his head back towards the creek in front of them, mumbling incoherent nothings. "God damn, I knew you guys would never let me live it down. Stupid old man!"

He shuddered as he remembered the infiltration mission. They had to capture a Kamenashi Ryo, 55 years of age, and a drug smuggler that had been hooking up young adolescents on some narcotics. The old geezer had a thing for young, cute men in mini-skirts and fishnets.

"Tch." Takeshi inhaled deeply on his tobacco stick. "Not my fault I'm so damn attractive."

There was a snicker to his left side. "No, just too pretty."

Mizushima was about to smack her a good one, but she rolled away. Yes, rolled away.

Yameru rolled herself a good ten feet, grabbed a dandelion there, and then rolled herself back to his side. In turn, Takeshi rolled his own brown eyes. After spending the last few years in her squad, he was accustomed to her random, often stupid, spontaneity.

She groaned, deep and whiny. One palm came up to clutch at her skull, while the other still cradled the captured dandelion in its fingers.

Takeshi spared her a glance."What?"

"Dizzy." Yameru squeezed her eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing.

"Idiot." The illusionist rolled his eyes, and snarkily remarked. "That's what you get for rolling down a damn hill."

"Oh." The crease began to disappear from between her eyebrows as she started to calm down. "That's true."

After another minute, she finally opened her eyes. The bright, heavy sun winked back. Yameru frowned and wiggled the crumpled dandelion in front of her; it hadn't survived the roll back. Her head hurt too-this sucked huge, hairy, crab-infested balls. She hated head-aches.

Takeshi poked her, and placed his palm on her forehead, almost looking genuinely concerned, but overall, awkward. "Did you take your pills yet?"

The girl gave him a smile and threw the dandelion off into a random mass of green. "Hehe. Boss, don't tell me you're falling for me now?" Her oh-so-innocent smile turned into a devious smirk, and she whispered out the last few words tauntingly. "Boss, you peeedoooo."

"Oh, shut up, you idiot." He flicked her forehead, and grumpily blew smoke in her face. "Fuck, and here I was trying to be a mature adult. Should've known not to care for your ass."

She laughed and poked his cheek from her laying position. "Aw ish da pweetty lil' boy bwussshiingg?" Yameru rolled up into fetal position, back still against the grass, but arms and legs coming to curl towards her chest. She looked like a beetle pushed onto its back. "Weeeeh, weeeh! I'm a baby! Nooo, momma don't let me be with Uncle Takeshi, he touches me in inappropriate places, weeeeehhhh!"

He glared at her, dark brown eyes narrowing in annoyance at her immaturity and knack for trolling.

In return, Yameru chuckled breathlessly, too immersed in her own joke. Damn, her ribs hurt. "Okay, okay. I took my medicine so cool your horses, Boss."

"Hmph." Takeshi let out an incensed pout that came off more as a scowl on his twenty year old face.

The two ANBU members sat in silence for a while, just feeling the wind against their skin and listening to the soft trickle of water sliding down the creek. It was a strange bubbling mixed with a soft whisper of liquid gliding across smooth, stony surfaces.

The blond was the first to shatter the silence. "Where's the captain?" Takeshi blew one last puff of smoke before roughly stabbing the cigarette into the grassy surface.

Yameru shrugged, her fingers were preoccupied with chasing a random ladybug that had crawled onto her arm. She smiled at how it skittered helplessly across the expanse of skin. "Who knows? Most likely, Kakashi's with the new kid, Tenzo."

"Agh." Takeshi groaned, chest rumbling, and allowed his body to fall back onto the grass next to her. They stared up at the horribly light blue sky, void of any clouds. "The new kid, huh? What's he like?"

He felt Yameru shudder next to him and barely heard her whisper out, "Freaky."

The genjutsu specialist snorted."Freaky, how so?"

"The eyes." The girl let her arm drop, ignoring the tickling of the lady bug's legs at it anxiously crawled off her skin and back onto the grassy haven. "It's definitely the eyes."

"Oh?" Takeshi let his eyes flutter shut and contently let sleep start to pull him away. "Really now."

"Boss! You don't even know." There was a ruffle of clothing and grass as she sat up abruptly, irritated that he didn't believe her.

"Mhm." He hummed, not particularly interested in the current subject. Takeshi didn't particularly enjoy talking about other men.

"Booossss." Takeshi could pretty much see the overdramatic pout without looking at her. "He's freaky, I tell you, fur-eak-eee!"

"Right." He yawned, eyes starting to tear up. "Did you give him the treatment?"

Her pout finally disappeared and she gave him a devilish grin. "Psh, Boss, of course I did."

"Bitchy?"

"Yup."

"I'm going to rip your balls, bitchy? Or I'm a hoe who got your bro, bitchy?"

"Rip your balls, bitchy."

Takeshi returned the devilish grin. "Good choice."

Hehe, I only learn from the best, Boss." There was a gurgle and the tell-tale splutter of lips as Yameru shot her second loogie that day. "Mn. Thought of the initiation test for the newbie yet, Boss?"

"Yeah," Takeshi hummed contently. "I'm thinking something with sausages." He paused for a moment, letting the dramatic effect sink in to her anticipating ears.

"And no clothes."

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I see you.

You can't escape.

You have to die.

To be free.

The voices were back and the tunnel is as long as ever.

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