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Stilettos clicked sharp against the pavement as a woman in red made her way to Danzo’s office. The door creaked open and a poison smile met his face. “You called for me?”
Danzo smirked and invited his subordinate to take a seat. “I have a very special mission for you” he said. He watched her gracefully lower herself onto the padded bench along the back wall of the room. She made herself at home, pouring herself a glass of red wine from the display on the table.
“Your wish is my command” she replied with a flourish of her hand. Leaning back, she crossed her legs and took a sip of her drink. Her lacquered nails tapped on the table’s surface.
“I expect nothing less from you, Tenshi” Danzo smirked. “Your mission is very simple: I want you to infiltrate the hokage’s black ops and get close to Kakashi Hatake.” Here, he slid her a photo of the man—not that she needed it. Everyone knew who Kakashi was.
“That shouldn’t be hard” Tenshi chuckled, surveying his photograph. Kakashi was no doubt a very attractive young man—exactly the type that Tenshi was so easily drawn to, as were they to her.
“This one is very special” Danzo then said, rolling his sleeve up to display his collection of sharingan. “Do you remember the battle of Kannabi bridge?”
Tenshi pursed her lips. “The one where Kakashi murdered an Uchiha for his own personal gain” she recollected.
Danzo hummed in satisfaction. She had learned her history well. “Kakashi is not fit to possess the sharingan” he said. “I have tried to help him see the light once before, but I was not…convincing enough.”
“I understand your intentions, Lord Danzo” Tenshi smirked, swirling her wine with delicious malevolence. Her dark eyes cut like glass. There was no one else who could complete this mission quite like her. She rose to her feet and finished off her wine, dark as her lacquered lips, before turning on her heels toward the door. “I won’t fail you” she promised, and then disappeared.