Hatake Kakashi
Hound dodged the kunai that threatened to take his hand, barely taking his limb towards himself at the last moment. More an instinct than a conscious move; there had been nothing to alert him of the enemy presence. No sound, no sense. No killing intent. Nothing.
His eyes darted to the responsible, left hand already over the halt of his tanto, chakra spiking as he prepared for a battle. As his side, Weasel also tensed.
But what they saw, let them as stiff as stone.
In a roof near them sat a young Uchiha; the lazy air surrounding him was too perfect to be anything but a mask. His sharingan was activated. A kunai in his hand, spinning it in an absent manner.
“Try to touch him again and the next time you will lose that hand, doujutsu thief.” The boy said, tone deadly cold.
Hound bristled at the insinuation; the words poking the raw wounds Obito’s death had left. But the boy’s attention is not on him anymore, but on Itachi. His partner was tense as well but the tension on his body was different.
It wasn’t fear, nor anger.
“Go home.” The boy ordered,
Weasel shifted his weight.
“I will not ask again, Itachi.”
Go. Hound signed at his young partner, not wanting to start an altercation with how difficult the situation between the Village and the Uchiha Clan was becoming.
Itachi vanished on the next instant.
The boy got up; still facing Hound, armed, and now, with evident bloodlust. His chakra spoke of violence and desires of tearing him apart.
They stared at each other for a painful moment. Another presence arrived before they could engage in what would be a horrifying clash.
“That’s enough for today, Hitomi.” This time, Hound recognized the boy. Uchiha Shisui. Weasel’s older cousin, who put a warning hand on the other’s shoulder. “Let’s go home.”
The boy, now identified as Uchiha Hitomi, didn’t budge. He glared harder, his face twisting into a sickening sweet smile. “Maybe not today, but one day, doujutsu thief.” And then, they were gone.
Shunshin, if Kakashi has to guess.
He let go of the breath he had been containing, finding enemies inside the Village was not something as unusual as one would believe, because being in ANBU opened your eyes to the most terrible things that ordinary shinobi didn’t even know existed but…
This encounter was a little different.
He couldn’t put a name on it, but Hitomi’s expression stayed with him for weeks. A subtle presence hidden inside his nightmares, where Obito would repeat the other boy words as he allowed Hitomi to take his eye.
Kakashi never mentioned it to anyone. Not even to Itachi. And both of them pretended that the encounter hadn’t happened in the first place.