Chapter 1: Realization takes time to sink in
Notes:
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“The seal is ready!” Naruto’s shout was heard over the sounds of battle around him. The array of Kanji’s was big enough to fit even Gamabunta. “Just a little more time-ttebayo!”
“Copy that, Naruto!” Lee dodged away from a bunch of kunai headed his way, some of which Tenten caught in the air and flung back at the enemy. Five enemies were downed by her precision, but she couldn't even smile at that as there were thousands of white Zetsus closing in.
The Kyuubi’s Jinchuuriki started the long list of hand signs for the activation of the seal. The frustration of being protected by his friends gnawing at him while Neji's and Hinata's sacrifices played on repeat in his head. Zetsu was not supposed to be here. This hideout was supposed to be hidden. But they shouldn't have been surprised that he found them. They could only hope that this last plan worked.
“Shikamaru!” Naruto heard Sakura's yell. A quick glance back told him that he had been struck in the chest by a mokuton jutsu while protecting Shino, their best sensor now that he was the last one of team 8 still alive.
The medic-nin smashed through a row of Zetsus to get to their war strategist. Zetsus and copies alike went flying. She was only able to do this because Shino was still shouting out the locations of the real ones still standing. Once she got to her destination she held her hands over his chest, green chakra surrounding them. “Stay with me, you lazy bastard!” Her A Hundred Healings mark still a stark contrast on her dirty skin. If Tsunade-sama was here she'd be worried by the overuse, but the dead can't talk and the pink-haired kunoichi wouldn't let anyone else die. She couldn't.
“I’m almost done!” Naruto yelled, a spark of hope trickling through their group. Naruto could feel Kurama's chakra slowly draining, doing the same hand signs as his kit from within Naruto's mindscape. This was their last resort against Kaguya and that Black-Zetsu bastard. The Sage's last gift from when they were still dealing with the God Tree.
Oh, how relieved they were to finally destroy that thing, the Shinobi world finally able to rest. Until they couldn't. Until Zetsu had arrived, somehow still alive. He had attacked when everybody had their guards down. He had used the remains of the Tree to supply his rapidly growing army and wiped out almost half of the Shinobi Alliance in a few days. The war went on for 3 years. The last survivors are Naruto and some of his closest friends.
The Bijuus had been eliminated, but Kurama hadn't cried because he knew that their chakra was still surrounding them and that they were reforming. He had wished that they would hurry it up one afternoon when hearing Isobu's cries, the humans having retreated to form another plan. Form a new strategy.
Yet, he knew that no matter how much he wished for it, he couldn't change the fact that it would take thousands of years. They don’t have that time.
“Watch out!” Lee's warning shout was slower than his body, having already thrown himself at Shino, the katon flying past them as they landed in a heap on the ground, Shino reflexively having grabbed Lee's arm to prevent him from being hit by the flames as well.
The Taijutsu specialist and Bug shinobi met horrified blue eyes as Naruto finished the last hand-sign.
Before anyone could process what was going to happen, Naruto finished the Space-Time Jutsu and a bright light blinded them for less than a second. In barely a blink they were gone.
Together with the seal.
“Sage save us all. It’s in their hands now.” Is all the nine tails says for his kit.
That wasn’t the plan. And once again, all of the blame is on Zetsu.
His head was in agony. It was like someone had taken a Tantō and split his head in two. His body ached as if he had run for days without rest. And... where was his kikaichū?
“Isn’t that the bugs inside Shino?”
Shino was confused, but also terrified. Someone was speaking through him.
“What? No! It’s me Rock Lee!”
“What is happening?”
The same voice said. Even if the tone of it changed a little, it was still the same one.
Well, that’s obvious. Also, to answer your question from before; I have never ever had bugs inside me. That is something that your clan has.
Okay. Why is Lee inside his head? His recollection of the battle they had fought was mangled. He hadn’t been able to react - Shino didn’t see the Katon - then Lee - I pushed him in Naruto’s direction - and then I grabbed him - I was pulled towards Shino-kun - we fell - we both fell - then a light - the seal under us lit up -
The headache coming back with vengeance made a groan escape from them, memories of both perspectives at the same time overlapping, both making sense but also-
What in carnation?!
Who still says that? Never mind, the important thing is that they’re still alive. The odd thing is that they both share thoughts and memories.
We need to move.
Right.
When Shino tried to sit up he felt his control falter, falling back onto the ground. Eyes opening to see grass.
Aww. What- Why is my body not working!?
Your body? Wait. No. Stop a second Lee .
But, Shino! My body isn’t obeying me! What if I can’t get up?! Then I won’t be able to fight or-
Shino bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood.
Argh! Why did I bite my tongue?! Shino! Someone is controlling my body! Be careful! If you see me attacking you just know that it isn’t me!
Lee, calm down. It was me.
Uh? But- What- Uh?! Shino, what are you saying?!
Lee stumbled over his words, full sentences not a top priority in his panic.
Don’t you find it strange that we are both thinking and listening to each other’s thoughts? Or how I find myself having the visions of your memories?
Yes. It is strange. Maybe our brains are connected? Like, how Ino-san could enter someone’s mind?
Their heart ached at the reminder of Ino. She had died during the second year of battle after going berserk from witnessing Chouji go down protecting his teammate. Her body had been found in a sea of thousands of white bodies. Not a spark of chakra or life left in her.
Sakura-chan was heartbroken and cried until she blacked out that day.
They stayed silent for a moment, a few tears falling, tracking down their face.
Focus Lee. I don’t think what is happening to us is anything like a Yamanaka mind-walking Jutsu. Why? Because what you feel I feel too and vice versa. The conclusion I have arrived at is that we are in the same body.
What? That’s!... Not impossible. Naruto-kun told us the seal was meant for a one-person journey back in time. Since we both were on it when it activated…
Yes. Now please, cooperate with me and let’s try standing up and open your- our - eyes. I will refrain from doing anything myself.
Hai.
Shino stayed still. Yet, his body moved on its own. He stayed completely relaxed. And yet…
With their eyes open, the forest could be seen. Felt. The grass tickling their palms. The smell of Fire Country’s warm forest. The sounds of bugs and other animals.
“Everything seems so calm,” Lee said, astonished.
“Too calm, compared to the war we were fighting just moments ago.” Shino felt obligated to point it out.
“So we really time-travelled?” Excitement made their body quiver.
“It wasn't supposed to be us…” A solemn dread took over.
“Shino…” A hand grasping the cloth over his heart. Their heart, now.
“The plan was to make Naruto do it. Time travel! Just him! He was the one who made this last-ditch attempt! He was the one who should've gone back and saved the world !”
Shino's voice kept rising in volume and he couldn't care less that it was out of character coming from him. Guilt, not anything new, was eating at his soul.
“It’s not your fault Shino-kun.”
Lee breathed in slowly, forcefully filling their lungs and then letting the air out just as slowly to calm him.
“We all know that Naruto is the light we could follow even when the world was falling apart. He was the leader we decided to follow until the bitter end, but both of us are great shinobi, just like him!”
Lee raised their arms and embraced their torso to make a self-given hug. Shino chuckled at how strange and awkward it felt.
“Things didn’t go the way we wanted, sure, but since when has that ever stopped us? We are Konoha Shinobi! We can fight and win against any odds with our comrades! Naruto taught us that!”
Yes, he did.
“Shino-kun! It may seem as though we are in an impossible situation, but I’m sure that together we can do what Naruto-kun would in our place! We’re going to save our friends! Konoha! And all the elemental Nations!”
He closed his eyes, and even though he couldn’t face his friend, Shino was sure that the other was waiting for a response.
“I’ll do my best and I’m pretty sure you will too. Why? We don’t have any other option than thriving.” The sadness had subsided with his friends words and Shino was thankful.
Rock Lee nods rapidly but that only brings back the pangs inside their head.
“Sorry, I got very excited.” A sheepish smile formed on his lips before Shino answered “It’s okay.”
The light of the sun that passes through the leaves and reach them makes the body warm up and a pleasant feeling of peace makes both war veterans calm. How long has it been the last time they could just sit down and talk? Make conversation that didn’t involve tactics, reports or war-related matters.
“The plan was to go back to when the third Shinobi War started .” The Aburame remember for both of them. “ Which means we aren’t born.”
Lee inhaled while thinking that everyone’s sensei is now probably a genin team. Gai-sensei is alive. And didn’t that thought make Lee hopeful, happy and sad at the same time?
“ We need to find shelter and think about what actions need to be taken. Also, find something to confirm we are when we intended to be .” Shino dismisses the memories of Gai-sensei as well as the ones of Kurenai-sensei that surely come from him. He couldn’t afford to be distracted now, noting how lucky they were that no one attacked them until this moment.
They were vulnerable with how uncoordinated the body being shared is. And wasn’t that too easily accepted? So no time for remembrance and past memories. They are on a mission, no time to waste.
“My speculation is that if we try to act at the same time, our actions will overlap each other. We need to find a way to go around that quickly. Why? The sooner we can move and not interfere with the other, the sooner we can share control of the body.”
“Yosh! I don’t think either of us would be willing to stand back during a fight. We would be risking our safety if we react without thinking. We’d hesitate or go tumbling. Nothing good would come out of that in a life or death situation.”
Both discussed and made use of the time to make sure both of them could control their limbs accordingly, make some defensive moves in a hypothetical battle and use chakra. Which Lee got super excited again at the prospect of being able to mold and shape it to make Ninjutsu. Took some minutes for him to calm down.
“One thing at a time Lee.” Shino had said and his partner listened.
Shino did not, and he will say it again, did not want to count how many times he tasted dirt because Lee made some Taijutsu move he was not used to and, reflexively, made him hyper-aware that it would hurt his body that wasn’t used to the extreme training Lee’s body is used. Adding to the fact he couldn’t feel his bugs on the body made him sad and, honestly, a little lost. At least both of them were apologetic and understanding to one another.
They decided to scout and find a safe place to rest when the sun was almost setting, making the sky turn orange. Both remembered a blond smiling to them and that fueled their spirits even more. The will of fire burning so bright inside that it warmed them through the night.
Chapter 2: Younger days
Notes:
What’s up? 3000 words. Are you proud?
Also, guess what?
Never mind, no need to guess. I would have said it anyway.
So hear me out, I made this story a plot-line. Like literally, I have a piece of paper with a long line and the plot all over it.
It makes not only this story more organised (you’ll see what I mean) but it also gave me so much inspiration to write that I have been on a writing spree (don’t know if it’s alright to say that, but anyway) so here it is chapter 2!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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When Lee woke up, the forest was still very dark. Even if he probably slept for only a few hours, all his energy is recharged and ready to be used! It’s better to believe that it wasn’t the war that made his body adapt to less rest, but a habit from long ago, when he was a fresh chūnin and Gai-sensei's brightest pupil.
He checked the surroundings from the top of the tree, keeping his balance while seated on a branch from pure skill. Controlling this body up until now was from pure instinct, and as much as he’d like to be an optimistic, it’s not a good thing to have no control over your own chakra. This felt too different to when he started chakra exercises in the Academy. Because these pathways running along his body were just as foreign as the muscles and skin. It’s like he was meeting someone for the first time and that someone was in control of him.
Strange, but after everything he witnessed during the war? Lee wasn’t complaining. He’s almost sure that this is merely a temporary obstacle—one of which he and Shino would take no time overcoming.
“Is Shino-kun still sleeping? I’m sure yesterday wasn’t a dream.” Looking at his dirty hands from yesterday’s exercises, Rock Lee breathe in the fresh air. Right, he is probably sleeping. Does it mean Lee has absolute control of the body and can do whatever?
No, of course not, we are a team. It would be wrong to do things without him being aware, it’s just the two of us now after all. I’ll rely on him and I hope he will do the same with me. Lee thinks to himself,
Shino-kun?
Calling someone inside his head is strange. Is this how Naruto talked to Kurama-san? Should he think harder?
Yes, Lee?
Surprisingly, there’s an answer. It tickles his brain just like last night; except there had been too much panic and a whirlwind of emotions washing over him to actually pay attention to this peculiar sensation.
“Sorry if I woke you up, but we need to move. What about if we search for a body of water and then search for food or a village? That way we could ask where and when exactly we are.” Standing up he stretch the muscles, it has been a long time since he had to do this to not get cramps.
“You’re right. While we do that, it must be wise to come up with a backstory for us. We can’t be caught unprepared if personal questions are thrown at us.” A sight escaped his mouth when Shino took control for a little. It’s so strange all of this. Like, it feels as if he can’t control himself.
Lee still doesn’t know how exactly to feel about it.
He climbs down from the tree and started walking for the direction a humid breeze was coming—possibly a river or a lake in that direction. It’s dawn and even if there are still stars visible in the sky, the dark blue is already turning a lighter blue with pink where the sun is definitely rising over the horizon.
Lee could feel Shino-kun was calm and also enjoying this peaceful morning just as much as himself. If he could put it in words... Their minds are connected so they seem to understand easily each other without saying anything out loud. This makes him really happy since Shino-kun has always been a friend of few words and now he would be able to understand him even without them.
“Kiba used to talk for me and Hinata most of the time... Also, you and Naruto are loud enough for all of us.” Grief was clear in the first statement but vanished completely with the second one. Lee laughs, a small smile easing the sorrow he feels emanating from his partner inside their head.
“So! Background story! Where are we from?” Lee asked before assessing the surroundings and concluding they were indeed near a river, the sound of water currents rushing over rocks unmistakable.
“Destroyed small village on the border of Fire country with Iwa. The conflict there will be one of the first between Konoha and Iwagakure.” He said while washing their hands and face with the cold water. “The probability of a ninja escaping but no one knowing them will be high for people to overlook us. Granted, the thought of us just showing ourselves at battle in seek of revenge for our hometown is good for us. We wouldn’t be lying completely and a half-truth is what makes a lie believable.”
Rock Lee knew Shino was smart, but this is really impressive! Don’t flatter me. But it’s true! It’s decided then, Shino-kun will be the brains and he the muscles.
“Lee, you’re not giving yourself credit enough. You are smart too.” A shallow breath was taken before he continued. “Since you grew up with Neji who is a genius as a teammate, I can understand if it’s hard to see it.”
Lee closed his eyes at the happy memories with his rival. It made his heart hurt, but a smile made itself on his lips. He would always remember Neji with a smile. That’s the only way to honor someone like Neji.
The sky was now colourful with shades of blue, pink and orange. Birds starting to wake up and sing. Shino had read a book a long time ago, when he was still a child, about curiosities of small animals.
It had theories of why birds sing when they wake up. His favorite one was: To say to their partner that they are still there, alive. That they made it through the night.
Eyes turned to the water, and a stranger's reflection stared back from the slow water current. It wasn’t his face, nor it was Lee’s. This is someone completely different and new, the confirmation that they made it. Nothing will be as it once was and this person will be the reason for it.
Short black and a little spiked hair, almost how his brown hair used to look like when wet. No glasses, he knew that since he first opened his eyes, but it was such a good change. His eyes aren’t as sensitive as they were for his whole life because of the Aburame genes and the Kikaichū. Now he could look at everything and see their true colours.
Quick to clean his tears from falling after looking at the most beautiful sky he had ever seen, Shino smiles shyly and the reflection smiles back.
“In my opinion, we look very handsome and a little intimidating.” Lee makes the stranger reflected on the water surface speak, a boyish voice they’ve been using since arriving in this place.
Shino’s laughter accompanied by the tweets of birds made the world never before so beautiful to him. Lee could feel his friend was truly happy and the feeling washed over him, he too started to laugh. For the first time they were in sync in both mind and body.
“You are a great friend Lee.” After the remaining laughs died down, Shino stood up. “I think we have a chance of catching a fish here. After that, we will search for the nearest village. These clothes are all mangled together and almost in rags, so, another thing on the list.”
“Hai~”
The hands easily crafted a trap for fishing with the forest supplies, and so they waited in comfortable silence with the small fire created for the purpose of cooking their breakfast.
“Someone is approaching.” Shino got a feeling and whispered. A shinobi sense, under his gut, making him aware that without his bugs he couldn’t sense chakra signs from so far as he used to. It appears to be a civilian from how weak and small the feeling it gives away, yet it is no reason to not expect the unexpected.
They had no ninja weapon with them, but Lee wasn’t too much worried about that. He wouldn’t be called a Taijutsu specialist if he couldn’t disarm an enemy with his bare hands. Right.
When the figure finally decided to exit the forest to get near the river, it was a man with fishing nets over one of his shoulders and a braided basket on the back. He looked surprised when their eyes met.
“Hi! Er, are you a shinobi?” The brown-haired man asked loudly from where he didn’t move. Shino caught how unease they felt about their presence, so a civilian in the end. Sage, how long was it that he last saw a civilian?
“More of a traveller,” Shino responded calmly while Lee just continued very smiley. “I’m catching fish for breakfast! Want to join? This spot looks good for a net too.”
Surprised by the clear polar opposite tone the man responds, the fishermen think it’s too goddamn early to worry about the stranger’s problems. He did instead note that said man was cooking two good-sized fish, so why not accept the good-natured invitation? He really needs to catch a lot of them.
“Sure. Thanks, lad.” After thanking and showing to be a polite man, Ryuu still steal glances at the traveller from time to time while putting his old nets on the water. Still cautious. It could have been his harboured skills or the stranger’s advice, but it doesn’t take long for him to get a net with a handful of fish.
“Ha! That old man will be happy with this.” Thinking on the old ojī-san, who contracted his fisherman skills for a bag of fresh meat for the orphans he works to, the chestnut-haired man is content. Feeling in a good mood, he decided to test the waters.
While putting the fish he captured in the basket by his side, the man spoke up. “The name is Ryuu, lad. What is your name?”
The young man—now that they are near to him the traveller couldn’t be older than 18 like his son—looks surprised by the question but not angry or hostile.
“Shi-“ “Ro-“ “Cough! Cough! Argh!” Since Shino and Rock Lee reacted to the simple question at the same time, not only did they overlap one another again, but the fish they were eating went down the wrong way, almost choking them. So embarrassing.
“Shiro, eh? You look young to be wandering around alone Shiro-kun.” Ryuu looked away when the child, yes he can say that because he himself is an old soul, started to get red from embarrassment.
Let’s just go with it. Shino thought and he could feel Lee agreeing inside their head.
“I’ll be frank with you Ryuu-san, I’m looking for any village right now since I think I might be lost.” Shino bites the fish he cooked, but alas! Lee still spoke with his mouth full. “That’s why I’m really happy you’re here Ryuu-san! It means there is a village not far away then.” Shino just helps and stops Lee from smiling with fish between their teeth, the man didn’t need to see that.
“Well…” Blinking and trying to ignore what just transpired with the boy, Ryuu looks back to the nets. “It’s not a long way to the orphanage. But the nearest village takes 2 hours by foot and I don’t know the way to the Hidden Village of Konoha. What do you say? Follow this old man on a little trip?”
Shiro was thinking hard by the look on his face. An answer finally came after Ryuu put away the fish he got on the second net inside the back basket.
“I’ll accompany Ryuu-san to the orphanage if you don’t mind my presence. After I talk with someone there I’ll be on my way, no need to bother you so much.” The calm and polite answer came first. Green eyes narrowed in wait for the energetic and happy second answer, but it didn’t come.
“If you are so sure, Shiro-kun.” This is a strange young man... Or is all the younger generation like this? I need to see my son too, it’s been a while since he visited...
To Ryuu who was in the dark about Shino and Lee discussing inside their shared mind, the fishermen captured another handful of fish that made the basket full. With his side of the contract completed, Ryuu prepares to leave.
Shiro put out the little bonfire very efficiently, leaving no trace of his stay here as a good shinobi should. Shiro… what part of white do we have besides the white part of our eyes?
It’s okay Shino-kun! Our new name is a combination of ours! Makes it feel at least honourable enough. Oh! We are Team Shiro now!
Well fine, it’s not like we can go back in time to change it.
Hahaha! That’s a good one! Since we actually travelled to the past already. Wow! Shino you have a sense of humour I didn’t even know!
“Why are you laughing kid?” The green eyes of Ryuu made it clear he was judging his giggles.
“Ah, I just remembered a joke. Nothing much Ryuu-san.”
With the man arching an eyebrow at them, the two—three—started walking together towards their destination.
Just like the man told them, after some minutes of walking with the sun and insects, they saw a rather big building a little further away. Nothing compared to what both remember as the Academy or the Hokage tower, but still big enough to be an orphanage as Ryuu-san said.
When they got close, some small people opened the front door and ran in their direction. Kids. Those are tiny, harmless orphans. Kids.
There were no children in their time, none survived after years of war, together with farmers and villagers. The heart hurts and burns, lungs trying to accompany the rapid inhale and exhale of air.
They are smiling and screaming in their shrill voices to the fishermen.
It’s okay. We will protect them too. Lee promises and Shino could calm a little, not enough to recompose himself, but enough to not scare the little ones.
Shino likes children, contrary to his friends' assumptions. He liked to teach and see them discover the world. Once upon a time, he hoped to teach Kurenai-sensei child and see them grow, but that never happened. All because of Zetsu and the war. Always him, that bastard!
“Who are you, mister?” Small stature but so bright and big round eyes, sparkles of curiosity all over his face. So true and simple is a child's world, seeing the boy with the hat in front of him… Shino wants to cry.
“You can call me Shiro! We helped Ryuu-san fishing task and decided to come here with him too.” Lee said while his friend gathered his thoughts inside their mind. “Can you tell me who you are? And maybe where you got that awesome hat?”
“I’m Urushi!” A smile full of teeth that resemble a lot of Naruto’s. “And Nonō gave it to me as a present!” Then the newly met Urushi continued to say how much he likes the hat and Mother Nonō, how he always has the best ideas for presents to his siblings and on and on and on.
Lee also likes kids, they are the youth and the future no matter what anyone says to him. He is also sad, very very sad when the shock of having children smiling around him passed. His determination to save the world against Zetsu is so strong after seeing this image of a long-lost paradise. Because it’s been years not seeing or hearing these little balls of pure sunshine. And that is wrong on so many levels for Rock Lee, Konoha’s Beautiful Green Wild Beast.
While Ryuu entertains the brats around him, the look in Shiro's eyes isn’t lost to him. Eyes that, even when trying to conceal so much sadness and hurt, could smile and give attention to the young Urushi. He will be talking to Mother Nonō and Ojī-san.
“Argh! The fish will start to smell if I don’t give them to Nonō you little brats!” The Fishermen said while dragging two kids who wanted to make him suffer by attaching themselves to his legs, he’s sure. “Then you all will have to eat smelly fish while I laugh at your faces!” The kids let the legs go, now grabbing his hands instead and pulling him while shouting “Then hurry up old man!”
Shiro’s laugh was quieter than he expected, but Ryuu would count that as a win regardless.
“So, Ryuu-san, who is the young man?” Mother Nonō asked after she finished cooking the rice in the small kitchen of the orphanage. Fresh fish is the best, he insists that every time he brings them they cook soon so the kids can enjoy them.
“He was by the river I was going to fish. Said to be lost but I didn’t question much, didn’t want to get him in a bad mood.” He looks like a shinobi was left unsaid. Nonō used to be a kunoichi herself and can discover that with ease.
“I see. What do you think of him?” The nun was now separating the things for the dinner table that needed to be tidied up for lunch. “As of now, he is very good with children as far as I can see.”
Ryuu glances at the window that shows a bunch of brats playing with a teenager. All screaming and running, playing tag it is then, and Shiro is it.
“A little odd, if you speak with him and pay attention that is. He tries not to show anything, the keyword being try. ” The man recalls the still-fresh memories. “I don’t want to judge him, he seems to be a good kid but… There is definitely something wrong.” He needs help.
Mother Nonō hums in understanding and then turns to give Ryuu some plates and chopsticks with a polite smile.
“Put this on the table please?”
Ryuu knows her too well to understand it was not a request. She is very soft for the orphans and her seniors who also take care of them, but she is sharp with others. Especially to him. The man cursed inside at his past self for saying a bad word when surrounded by little brats. Nonō will never forgive me, will she?
The blonde nun saw her friend away before resuming the fish stew on the low fire, careful to not burn it. The fish Ryuu brought this time is very good, so the lunch will be those on the clay oven outside while the stew with vegetables will be good for supper.
Nonō heard tiny feet coming towards her and a smile was on her face before facing the little one.
“Lunch will be ready in a few minutes, Kabuto. Could you tell everyone to go wash themselves?”
The small child nods but otherwise stays still. Kabuto is a shy child after all she thinks, waiting and not pressuring the boy.
“Mother, who is the man playing with everyone?”
Ah, there it is.
“He helped Ryuu-san to bring food for us.” She said, analysing the child’s expression. “You can thank him later and ask his name if you want.” Adding more salt after tasting the broth, Nonō waited again. And then again, she was rewarded with Kabuto taking the courage to walk out of the kitchen, probably going outside and doing what she told him to do.
He is a good kid, very polite too, but so shy Nonō is afraid he will never get out of his shell and show the world the hard-working, kind and smart boy she knows he is.
The roasted fish is ready, and the sound of disorganised walking on the wooden floor is heard by all the caretakers. The table is ready for a delicious lunch. Two more plates, for the guests of course, and possibly one more child she can help.
Shiro, no surname. A lost child in the woods. A very disoriented shinobi. What has the world possibly made for you to find yourself here?
“Itadakimasu!”
Green eyes meet Black across the table.
Notes:
Chapter 3 is already being typed.
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Chapter 3: Peace of mind
Summary:
Shino is trying to ignore some things related to himself while Lee tries to be patient.
Also:
Shino: How can a mass murderer look so cute?
Rock Lee: We are all mass murderers and we all were cute as kids.
Shiro: (stares at Kabuto until oblivion)
Notes:
I think I’ve handled this really well in my opinion.
Sorry, but this chapter has only 2000 words. If it was any longer I think it wouldn’t come out as I would like.
Also, is this how you write fluff? I honestly don’t know. (I’m not putting that tag)
Enjoy it anyway.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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There is no going back.
In the dark of the night, among snoring children and the calm atmosphere, Shiro kept staring at the ceiling. His body a little tired of running around and playing with the kids, his head going through all the information he gave to Mother Nonō and to the final conclusion: There is no going back.
The apparent 16-year-old boy turns his head. The kid on the bed beside him is Kabuto. Kabuto.
It was a shock for me too, but doesn’t it mean we have our time travel confirmed?
Lee wasn’t so jumpy and his chakra wasn’t light and warm like before. Ah, yes, that’s another thing. Mother Nonō was a kunoichi before working here.
Do you know why you have two chakra signatures?
Shino wanted to slap himself that moment when she asked. Why? Because he is a war veteran and didn’t notice before something a retired Konoha shinobi did.
No. He had said. Too fast. Too harsh. Obviously a lie.
Kabuto moves a little on the bed, bringing Shiro's attention back from his memories.
Shino, don’t worry so much about that. Nonō-san is a Leaf Kunoichi! She wouldn’t hurt us. Plus! She is a Nun now.
Shut up.
The clock ticking somewhere on the building indicates the passage of time. A wind blows outside and the trees hum with it, leaves rustling against each other.
Shino-kun… Do you want to talk?
Lee doesn’t specify what, but he can feel that Shino is going through something now. Something dark.
But Shino doesn’t want to talk. He just wants to be left alone. His social battery was so depleted from energy after being interrogated by Nonō that even Lee’s company is just too much for someone like Shino, who enjoys being alone without feeling lonely.
I’m sorry if I’m annoying or irritating you. It’s just that… I don’t like the silence. Not when I am worried.
Shiro took a deep breath and faced up again. His eyes were not focused on the outside world but inside himself.
I’m sorry for snapping at you, Lee. I’m just not used to so many social activities without being able to turn and walk away. It doesn’t help that I keep thinking Naruto should be here, in my place.
What? Shino even if you keep thinking that, we can’t go back now. Even if we had the seal made again, wouldn’t we go back in time to Konohagakure formation? Kurama-san had explained that time moved in one direction. The seal was for a jump back. Our presence already changed things enough that our future won’t happen anymore.
I know Lee. But doesn’t it affect you that we just accidentally took the only chance Naruto came up with to save the world? And by that, the two of us are now like this.
Shiro pulls the covers over his head making his feet out for the world. In reality, it’s a miracle he can fit in this small bed.
Even if it was an accident, we shouldn’t dwell on it. We made it here and now it depends on us to make everything better. If you think about it, we can give a peaceful world without Zetsu to everyone.
Shino thinks about his life with Kiba, Akamaru, Hinata and Kurenai.
Lee remembers the times with Gai-sensei, Tenten and Neji.
Shiro closes his eyes and sees Naruto as well as everyone who is counting on him to stop the war. Stop Zetsu. Stop Kaguya.
“Shiro-san?”
Black eyes open slowly and peek out of the blankets to face the little Yakushi.
“Yes Kabuto-kun?” And Sage wasn’t it strange not to only be older than him but also see innocent eyes staring back at him, the image of Orochimaru’s right hand man threatening Shino's consciousness to glare. He is just an orphan now.
“Do you remember your parents?” The child asks, meekly, almost too scared to voice it out loud.
That confirms it, innocent and childish Kabuto once existed.
“Why the question?” Shino asks back, ignoring Lee's comment about the former missing-nin, now 4 years old, orphan.
“I-“ The grey-haired boy squeezes his pillow, insecure if Shiro would be offended by his questions. But remembering how everyone already likes him and that some kids are more annoying than himself, Kabuto stares back with conviction behind his black eyes.
“I heard from the adults that you were lost and Ryuu-ojīsan found you.” His little hands grasp the pillow tighter as he averts his eyes but not stopping. “I was lost too and Mother Nonō found me, but I don’t remember my parents or what my name was.” Taking a shy glance towards the big Onii-san, Kabuto notes the surprise on his face.
Oh.
So he was the only one who didn’t remember his parents or anything before Mother Nonō. He was alone after all...
“I don’t have any memory of my parents.” Kabuto’s big eyes turned rapidly to Shiro who was giving him a small smile.
“I was an orphan too, I guess. Never knew if they left me or died.” The little kid frowned because he also didn’t know that about himself.
“But I had precious people who took care of me. For all purposes and means they were family in all but blood. Like how Nonō-san takes care of you and wants you to call her mother, or how Urushi thinks of you as his little otouto.” Shiro smiles and almost laughs when someone snores loudly near them.
Ah, he hadn’t thought about that.
“Family isn’t only about blood and who you were born from, it’s about who you want to take care of and is important to you.” He said. “Look at me for example. No one believed when I said my dream was to be a ninja and when they noticed I was bad at it, most said I should forget about it before I regretted it.”
That makes Kabuto question himself.
Did he have any dreams to speak of?
“But I proved them all wrong and my teacher saw in me something the other grown-ups didn’t. He was supportive of me and helped make my dream come true just like families are supposed to do.” Shiro started crying a little but his smile didn’t disappear. Kabuto could see a little of himself on Shiro and… if Shiro could cry and be happy at the same time, then he could too, right?
Be sad that he woke up not remembering anything about himself. Happy because Mother Nonō found him. Sad because he didn’t have anything. But happy to have a family now.
Yes, he has a family. They are important and Kabuto wants to take care of them just like they take care of him. He hadn’t noticed but he has something and it is irreplaceable.
“Hum-“ Kabuto hesitated, but he wanted to say it just like Urushi had said. “Can I call you Shiro-nii?”
After blinking many times and making the kid question if asking was a bad idea, Shiro responded.
“Yes, you can call me that. But only if you turn around and sleep now. It’s late and little kids like you should be sleeping.”
Kabuto did if only to hide his smile from the fun big brother. It would take a while to fall asleep now, but the warm feeling he felt wouldn’t be gone for some time, he was sure.
Gai-sensei must have meant a lot to you. Shino thought.
The world sometimes. Lee gave while whipping the tears away. No need to be sad, Gai-sensei is right now alive, young and strong.
Two years.
What? Lee was caught off guard by the sudden statement. Shino continues, unabated.
We have two years to exterminate Zetsu, kill Madara, destroy the Demonic Statue and save Kakashi-san teammates like Naruto planned.
How do you know?! I didn’t see any calendar around or even hear today's date!
Remember when we first met Kabuto? Outside and before lunch? The first thing I asked was his age which is four. Why did I ask? To calculate the year we are. My conclusion? We have two years at most to complete Naruto’s plan.
. . .
Are you sure, Shino-kun, you aren’t a genius in disguise?
Lee knows that they still need to talk. Shino needs, at some time in the near future, to let go of all the sadness and anger he is holding. Until then he will wait and be there for his friend when he opens up.
Oh my Sage, it’s just math Lee.
Exactly! He responds.
The chakra feels lighter and warmer for both of them.
Shiro gave himself a week to get his body back in shape. Chakra exercises, Taijutsu practice on the trees and a bed he could rest instead of the hard ground. On a room without the kids. He didn’t want to wake up and react to them like he was still in the fourth war. We barely held back that morning after the talk with Kabuto.
Mother Nonō tailored together what could be saved from the clothes he was wearing. To pay her back, he helped to take care of the children and fix some things for her.
He doesn’t remember when exactly it started, but all the kids are now calling him Big brother Shiro and even trying to train like him, which in consequence led him to show some light training for genins he remembered before the kids could hurt themselves.
Lee was energetic and almost screamed for the first time in years about Youth when that happened. Almost because Shino made them run away and hide.
“What? I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of Ryuu-san again. Also, you would make us look like an old man talking like that.”
“But! The words of the Spring of Youth always need to be spread!”
“Do you always talk to yourself Shiro-kun?”
Shit, they didn’t notice Nonō-san was also here in the storeroom. Escaping the kids and Ryuu-san took their attention away from his surroundings for a moment.
I’ll play dumb.
Lee wai-
“Who is Shiro?”
Oh! Kami! I’m gonna kill you, Rock Lee!
The ex-kunoichi laughs at the young man. Sometimes he was like this, very funny and carefree. Other times he is just serious and calm, like the summer breeze at night.
“Never mind. Care to help me prepare some supper?” She gestures to the basket full of vegetables and a piece of dried meat she’s holding. Shiro understood and took the weight out of her hands.
It’s just after she starts chopping the roots and greens that the silence is broken in the kitchen.
“You know Shiro-kun, I might need glasses to see, but I’m not blind to notice you have a problem.”
Very subtle, uh? Shino thought, preparing himself for another round of questions. Lee rolls his eyes, which then makes Shiro roll his eyes.
“I’ll not force you to talk. But if you want to say anything, I promise to be a good listener.” Her sweet smile could have fooled anyone, but Shino knows too well how Kunoichi are trained. Also, the fact that it’s impossible for Nonō to trust them completely by now.
“I’m okay, no need for you to worry about me.” Shiro kept cleaning out the dirt from the carrots and potatoes, then placed them near where the woman was cutting them.
“It’s not only me, you know? Ryuu keeps asking me to talk to you and so does Kabuto-chan. He really likes you by the way.”
The teenager didn’t say anything. What could he say when his plans were to leave this place tomorrow? He couldn’t, that’s why. His voice would fail him so he opted to not open his mouth.
“Before you leave, promise me you will say Goodbye to the kids at least.”
“What?” Lee was questioning if women did, after all, have the ability to read minds.
“I know you’ve been training really hard. You look so determined to fight against something that, no matter what I or anyone say, you will go after regardless.” She said not facing him, eyes trained on the blade in her hands. “From what you told me about your village, I can just pray it is justice you are seeking and not revenge.”
Shiro’s background story. Decimated village by Iwa Shinobis. Shiro had run away until he blacked out. Woke up disoriented and met Ryuu by the river shortly after.
Could be better, but we created this right in front of her, so… I’m actually really proud of us!
Shino just agrees, nodding his head.
“I’m okay by my own now.” The blonde woman starts. “Please don’t say what they will be eating, most of them don’t like vegetable soup even If it’s mine.” Nonō shooed him away out of the kitchen. “Spend the afternoon with them, will you?”
It wasn’t a request.
Is this why Ryuu-san is afraid of her?
“I found him!” Kabuto’s happy voice from the other side of the corridor made Shiro react, somehow stupefied by how nice he was being treated when still a stranger to her.
“No, you didn’t!” He screamed back, sure to be loud enough for the other kids to hear, and ran away to take the chase outside of the building.
“Get him!” Ryuu's voice came from the bushes and suddenly he was tackled down and buried under the children.
“Oh nooo,” Shino said while holding his laugh. “You are too fast!” Lee whines but it just sounds fond and happy about it.
“Yosh! Now with our target captured, it’s time for revenge!” Urushi said, being the leader of the group, and smirked at Shiro. “Tickle him!”
Shiro don’t hold back.
Shino can’t stop smiling and Lee won’t stop laughing even if none of them feels ticklish. They are just happy to be here, in this little paradise, before facing the world and their enemies.
They can only hope to, one day, be able to come back.
Notes:
A Thank you from my heart for the people who commented on the last chapter!
Be prepared for the next one, I think things will escalate. And quickly too. Probably.
Chapter 4: In the head
Summary:
Shiro: I think I’m okay.
Shino and Lee: SIKE! *dab*
Notes:
Can someone tell me if they liked the 3000 words chapter more than the 2000 I keep releasing?
3000 words or 2000, what you guys like best?
Also:
You’ve been warned.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
It was early in the morning, and birds started to sing and burst with life. Shiro was checking everything on his new cloth backpack, given as a present of farewell by everyone in the orphanage, before the last breakfast he would eat here.
Ryuu was also preparing to leave soon at midday, with the sun at the highest pick, so he could arrive at his home village before sunset.
The brats were being, well, brats in the old fishermen's opinion. Being noisy and bragging for the two of them to not leave. He always gave the excuse that he will only spend some days with his own son before coming back again. But Shiro never gave any excuses for where he was going or when he would visit them, it was always a promise instead.
“I’ll be back again, don’t worry.” That stupid smile on his face while facing the kids made Ryuu believe the boy, if only a little, and have faith that Shiro would keep the promise.
“If things start to look harsh here, I’ll be trusting Yakushi-san to bring them to Konoha.” The woman nodded, taking that some enemy shinobis could start approaching their location. “Believe me, some of them want to try being a ninja now. Maybe it would be best if they enrol at the Academy there?”
“I want to be a Medic-nin like Mother Nonō was!” Little Kabuto said sniffing, not wanting to cry in front of Shiro-nii or Urushi-nii. He wants to train now and be strong so he can take care of his family.
“And I want to be an awesome ninja like Shiro-nii-san!” Urushi also states his dream besides Kabuto.
“Yosh! I expect great things from both of you then!” Lee exclaimed while patting their heads. “Listen to Mother Nonō and take care of one another.” Shino complement, messing up the boys' hair earned him some groans from them because of it.
Kids, am I right?
Breakfast, even if a little more calm when compared with the last days, was happy nonetheless. After that, Shiro gave everyone a goodbye and left for the forest. Bye bye! The kids screamed, making the souls of two war veterans warm.
Let’s stop the war. Stop Zetsu. Stop Kaguya.
“We need to start looking for the cave hideout Madara is using. From Naruto’s information he got from Obito, there are tunnels that connect them with one another.”
Shiro was running at the top of the trees with the expertise of a Konoha Shinobi, using Shino Earth Natured chakra and impressive speed from someone trained to track.
“Let’s go in the Land of Grass direction. The Kannabi bridge is there, so Obito had been heading in that direction before being captured by Madara.” Lee changes the direction they run. Shino grumbled but he decided to ignore, having already an idea for why the sudden bad mood.
After training so much the last week both he and Shino found a way to control the body fluidly. But since they didn’t get into a real battle until now, the two aren’t overconfident with the results of their hard work. Just a tiny bit proud.
Admit it, we are handling this quite well on our own! It's not every day one has to share a body.
“Another problem is that I have a small range of Jutsu to use without my Kikaichū,” Shino said a little frustrated, guiding the conversation elsewhere. Walking around in a body without his bugs is like chopping an arm and a leg for him! Yes, he can still be deadly without them, but not as much as Shino would like. No, he isn’t being cocky.
Wow, did you notice that this also covers up our back story? We are headed to Iwa! So even if we have to fight with some of their shinobi, it won’t be out of character from our disguise!
Shino just gave a nod in understanding.
“Wait. You already knew that, didn’t you? Have you been planning for this outcome?”
“No.” Shino sincerely denied it. “But it’s a good coincidence.”
They continued to travel in silence, paying attention to anything that could give away any enemy Shinobi or civilian. No trail is left behind by them, years of hiding from Zetsu trained them to be super aware and cautious about that.
With a stop on the ground, the Aburame focus on the forest floor vibrations with his hands. The bugs here are a little disturbed and mostly heading in the opposite direction they are going. “Something is happening ahead of us.” He concluded to Lee.
“Ah! We need to see what it is! If they are from Konoha we should help!”
On the move again with even more caution, together with preparing mentally for a fight, when the sound of metal clashing and earth jutsus becomes clear, Shiro takes out the only weapon he has. A Kunai, given by Yakushi Nonō under the terms: Return it when you won’t need it anymore.
Let’s focus on here and now.
With a peek behind where he was hiding, Lee could see nine people. Three had the Leaf symbol on the metal plate by their forehead while the rest were easily recognisable as Iwa nin from the Land of Earth country. The red clothes do give them away anyway.
A kunoichi is on the ground, bleeding very badly even with her teammate using medical ninjutsu. So it is actually three versus four.
“Take this!” One of the Iwa, the younger between them Shino notes, prepares an earth elemental jutsu. Two of his teammates run towards their enemies to buy time while one stands guard for the two down.
We need to help!
Wait.
Shino takes action to stop them from moving because for him something doesn’t feel quite right about the Leaf Team.
But it’s too late.
The tall man who was guarding and standing on the sideline of battle noticed the vegetation move with Shiro’s body. His blood was pumping with adrenaline from the prospect of an enemy, until now unaware for him, finishing off the girl who took a bad wind jutsu to protect them…
Lee reacts instinctively and blocks the shuriken that comes for him. The medic-nin makes a call out to warn the others who retreat to make a new formation, the Konoha team stay still and doesn’t advance.
The surrounding is silent if only for a heartbeat.
“Damn it!” Lee curses, because even if he wants to protect his fellows of the Leaf, they don’t know that.
Hell breaks loose.
Two Iwa-nin attack Shiro, the earth jutsu is released, the three from Konoha are separated and all that they think is…
Desolated plains, the white Zetsu army is attacking and the Fourth Shinobi War is around them.
Shino blocks and wins in Taijutsu against his two attackers, one has his head twisted gruesomely and the other is beheaded too fast for the naked eye. They don’t wait for the body to hit the ground.
Lee takes three at the same time with little to no effort, he is used to being more overwhelmed than this. The kunai glimmers under the red moonlight.
A Fire jutsu is aimed at him, Shino won’t make the same mistake what mistake?
He moves and deviates from the balls of fire while molding his own chakra to his fire affinity, pursing his lips and spitting flames. Strange that his Kikaichū didn’t react negatively to it as usual when using fire techniques.
There is only one left standing that the jutsu only scratched by.
Lee takes it upon himself to finish it after how did he make a jutsu like that?!
Shiro’s head suddenly jolts in pain. He stops moving and grabs it to try and ease the agony. It doesn’t work, so he screams.
The Iwa medic-nin takes that as an opening. Grabbing his only, if barely, living teammate and fleeing. He doesn’t know who that boy is or why he interfered just to kill both parties. Yes, he is aware that luck is on his side for such an opening to try and possibly escape with his life. He won’t stick around and let his fortune run out.
That is a dangerous ninja who killed with the efficiency and ease he’d never seen. Now he hopes that whatever is making him suffer lasts a while longer, just so he can head back and warn others about what happened.
“Argh!” The pain doesn’t go away and it only increases as the seconds pass. A kunai hits the ground when its holder fall to his knees, screaming and squirming.
Shiro blackout from the unbearable pain. A shadow moves. Silence reigns once more on the destroyed clearing.
“Shino.” Naruto says. Opening his eyes, blue stares back at him. He is back to the battlefield. The face of his friend isn’t smiling or scowling… it’s a disappointed look.
“I-I didn’t mean to mess things up!” He stands up after his knees almost fail him. “I’m sorry! I know it’s my fault but please don’t leave!” He takes a step forward, but Naruto doesn’t move. And yet, the distance between them increases no matter what.
“It was your plan! You are the hero, not me! I-“
Kiba appears at Naruto’s side, his face just like he remembers from the last time he saw him. Before he left them. Sad, so sad. Heartbroken is the word. Kiba is heartbroken.
“Don’t go! Kiba!” Another step but now Shino is running. He runs and runs but his friends start to go away no matter what. “Naruto! Kiba!”
Hinata. She is also there, giving him her shy but true and gentle smile. The big hole in her chest bleeding like a river, mocking him. But she still smiles anyway.
They look so far away now. They stand still because Shino is the one who left them. They never left him in all those years, but now he’s betraying them by leaving them behind.
He left them behind.
“No! Please!” He closed his eyes not wanting to see what was the look on Kurenai-sensei's face. Betrayal? Pity? Regret? Shino didn’t want to know. Exhausted, he falls to his knees.
Not far away from him, Lee holds Maito Gai's hands together. Kneeling on the hard ground beside where the other is lying down. The life that always shined on his eyes is no more, the body is cold and hard.
“I won’t disappoint you Gai-sensei. I’ll make you proud and protect them.” Lee promises, fighting the invisible power that is pulling him away. “Tenten will be ok. I will always be there for her, so when you see Neji, tell him we miss him.”
The tears blur his vision. “We will miss you too.” Rock Lee squeeze his hands onto his mentor’s. How would Tenten react if he too sacrificed himself to save someone? He can’t tell her that, she wouldn’t forgive him. Not after the rest of her team already did that.
The power then succeeds and Lee is pulled away from Gai’s corpse. He shuts his eyes, letting whatever this is to throw him backwards at Shino.
And then.
They crash.
After 5 days running, Tatsuma reached the headquarters of Root. He immediately reported the mission he was given as well as the incident. The plan still worked out and the mission was completed, but not how it was expected to.
“Dismissed.” Danzō’s order was taken after a quick bow from the Aburame who shunshin away from the office.
The leader took the writing report in his hands again, his attention to the simple sketch of a young boy.
“It appears someone left a sharp and broken weapon lying around.” Dark hair and eyes, if it wasn’t the face construction so different, he would have thought to be a Uchiha. The clothes are poor but not actual rags.
Was the boy an orphan then? It would be in his best interest if the answer to that is a yes.
He would have to keep an eye out because of this now. With how efficient he was in eliminating his Anbu according to Tatsuma, it would be dangerous to leave him be.
If he had a chance to add this person to his organization, Danzō would bring any means to do so.
If he can’t, the boy will be eliminated before becoming a threat to Konoha and himself. It is simple like that.
“While I wait here, let’s hope you can show me more about your abilities.” Danzō put the report back on the table. So much potential with an already damaged psych, it will not take much effort to salvage this and make him a powerful weapon.
Maybe they could even help win the war? This brings a smile to his face.
“I’ll wait.”
Notes:
Srusti: *editing the plot-line*
Self-love: *Kick’s down the door* FREEZE! DON’T MOVE!
Srusti: Shit! *jump inside Angst black hole* Get away from meeeeeh!
Chapter 5: Cycle of life
Notes:
Hey yo, Author here back with a 3000 words in a chapter. I’m proud. Hope you like it.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
A beautiful blue butterfly flaps its wings, flying in the still night air with no difficulty. It lands on a red puddle, the white moon being reflected on it, their feet tasting it before starting to feed off it. Her wings open and close slowly, making a show for the human watching. Not that it knows, because he is so still that any bug would overlook him as anything but a living being.
Shiro woke up ten minutes ago. The proof of what had happened during the day still being processed, slowly, without rushing it. Why? Because they killed them all and don’t even remember it. Well, except two. There are only seven corpses here and the wounded kunoichi is nowhere to be seen, or the medic-nin for that matter, but Shiro could care less at the moment.
Shino and Lee are exhausted, mentally speaking, and haven’t said anything to each other about the vision. Memory? Dream?
The butterfly flies away, done refuelling its energy to seek after another of its kind. Maybe they would find and copulate before dying, maybe they will be eaten by something or maybe their time will run out before any of the listed before.
Whatever it was, Shino could only continue to stare at the Konoha shinobi body with the blood puddle around him. The butterfly is satisfied. He isn’t.
What triggered them to go on a killing spree? Would it happen again? Why couldn’t he remember doing it?
Shiro glare at their face. As he had thought, his feelings were never wrong. These people of Konoha remind him of Sai. Why the reason for it? Because they were emotionless while fighting and moved like the Anbu he’d seen before. The weapon that all of them were holding, a Tantō, and wearing variations of midriff jackets, everything indicates to Root Anbu. Why were they here, almost at the border with Grass Country, fighting Iwa outnumbered? What had been their important mission that they failed? Would this bring up something important or not?
I’m a little bit tired. Can I rest a little? I promise to be back after a few minutes.
Shino hums and the sound is so loud on the clearing that it makes him flinch. He can feel Lee retreat to the back of their mind, his chakra flickers and the emotions are translated to him.
Rock Lee is tired, something that should be impossible. Nothing has ever stopped the man from moving, not even the war nor the many injuries that had left scars across his body. Sakura would always need to hit him in the head and heal him enough so she wouldn’t need to worry so much.
He had overlooked but now became clear that it was not only him affected by the seal transportation. Lee is suffering too, albeit a little better at hiding it until now, but that only made the guilt in Shino grow even more.
He lost his Aburame blood and abilities. Rock Lee's efforts to become a Taijutsu Master were discarded and he regressed to what can only be Tokubetsu Jōnin level. Or Anbu level because they defeated some of them?
Adding up what’s left, Shiro doesn’t have much to him, does he? How low have they become?
How are they going to fight Zetsu? Hell, there are chances that even Madara can defeat them while being the oldest man alive in the elemental Nations. Can they actually do it? Is it possible?
“Can… Can we have that talk now?” Shino whispers to the other soul. Even if he doesn’t like talking or sharing his issues with others, it’s obvious that there is no more space for what he’s been holding at bay inside of him. Shino will probably never be separated from Lee now, what would they gain from him keeping things to himself? Nothing, just waste precious time.
“Of course!” Lee instantly became happier for his partner to take the first step. Even if still a little tired, Lee always has time for his friends. That will never change. “I know you’re not a talkative person, but sharing what you feel verbally really helps.”
Shiro stays crouched in front of the cold body he killed, glazed eyes not even taking his surroundings as the souls inside him start talking. Rock Lee’s warm and light chakra is like the setting sun while Shino's turmoil steadily calms itself, like the ocean after a storm.
“I’m… How are you so confident that we will get things done?” He clenched his fists.
“Well,” Lee close the eyes, thinking a little. “Because we will? I mean, even if we fall down a few times, we will always stand up and try harder again, won’t we?”
Shino felt a small tug in his mind. Focusing on it, some of Rock Lee’s memories could be seen. It is a training morning memory.
“We just need to try again and again and again! Effort is always rewarded if you put all you have into something!” Lee explains, sure of it just as much as he's sure the sun rises in the east. “If we need to get better then we’ll just train until we are ready!”
“What if we don’t have enough time?” Shino questions, because they have two years maximum, and if Madara or Zetsu accelerate their plan… Then what?
“We have enough time. As long as we don’t die, we have time. We are the only ones aware of the evil haunting this world, so we will eradicate the origin of it.” We don’t need to be here to heal what’s after that.
In conclusion, they will kill Zetsu even if they have to die with him. Shino isn’t moved by that, since he already thought that some type of sacrifice will be needed to save the world.
“Okay.” And that is enough for now to Shino. It is enough to focus on their mission, but maybe not enough to ease his future nightmares.
Some owl calls out, the sound propagates far from the origin. This takes Shiro to pay attention to his surroundings again, copper impregnates the air together with the smell oh so familiar of Fire Country forest and ashes from the burned ground.
No warning comes, but Shiro twists his body in time for a strange Kunai to pass where he was an instant before. Grabbing Nonō’s kunai from the floor not far away from him, Lee makes them jump three times to create distance from the direction the triple-pointed one was thrown.
Then Shino, feeling the activation of a seal near them, raised the kunai to block an up-down slash from the right on instinct. Lee is startled to see a familiar face looking at him, but noticing the lack of whisker marks, both frown and push who they momentarily believe to be Naruto.
Minato didn’t waste a second and attack again just to be blocked. He admits of underestimating the enemy, but he has to act. The perfect time to catch the boy in a surprise attack was taken when his teammate gave the signal from the other side masked as wildlife, so he followed the plan and engaged.
From their analysis of the unique situation they found, that both Konoha and Iwa shinobi were dead with just what first appeared to be two chakra signatures of ninjas, some hand signs inevitably were exchanged instead of words.
While running near the border for reconnaissance and scanning, Minato felt two strange chakra signatures. Not strange in the matter he didn’t recognize them, as if he could know every jounin in Konoha. More in… strange.
“Pincer Formation. Minato. Engage. Right. Hizashi. I. Left. Wait. My signal.” The temporary Uchiha captain had informed by hand, keeping the silence of night intact. That is, until the boy, not much younger than himself, had started talking.
His Hyūga teammate confirmed to have only one target. Is the kid then talking to himself? About the evil haunting the world and enough time? What about the fact he can feel two chakra signatures from him?
When Minato is pushed away and the boy tries to make a run for the denser shrubs, the two other hidden members of his team attack. And he still can handle them!?
“Ah! We can’t lose ourselves here!” The kid shouts sounding worried but clearly not about the captain activating his sharingan. “How?” He asked then, to himself, in a serious and chilling tone. Even his facial expression changes each time he talks. “I-“
“He is immune to Genjutsu!” Uchiha Kaji shouts while making quick hand signs, and Hizashi falls back in sync. “Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu!”
“Ugh!” Their opponent evades by creating a mud wall. “Uchiha can become predictable, who would have known?” The boy smirks but then he looks... upset. “Why is fire always thrown at us?!”
“His two chakra paths are intertwined.” Minato’s friend states with the Byakugan activated, already answering his and Kaji-san's questions while still exchanging blows.
“They are?” Shiro asks in a moment of surprise. Even so, the Hyūga Gentle fist can’t penetrate his defence. Or does the Uchiha Taijutsu style. Noted, it almost looks like he can predict them from the Namikaze perspective.
Minato decides to try something then. As if it was synchronised, he took the spot Hizashi was and Kaji-san retreated. “What is your name? If you don’t mind me asking.” Their fists connecting make a rhythm, with some pauses from him or the kid avoiding a blow. The usual battle music he hears when training his Genin team.
“Shiro.” The cold personality responds. “Nice to finally meet you Namikaze-san!” Shiro continued with genuine happiness on his face. Okay...
So he’s dealing with something new here, something he can’t research about, unfortunately. Because mind problems are delicate matters he never wants to poke into blindly. Inoichi-san on the other hand...
But what would Kushina do? Minato finds himself unconsciously thinking.
“I can’t say the same Shiro-kun. I have three Konoha-nin corpses around me.” Icy blue eyes glare, looking for any emotion in the young shinobi's eyes. He just didn’t expect to find clear regret .
“I’m very sorry about that Namikaze-san. I didn’t mean to kill anyone.” Hurt is very clear in his voice and Minato finally get what he wants, the kid's movements falter making his kick connect to Shiro’s side and sending him to the captain. He blinked away his instant bad feeling because Shiro returned to make himself impenetrable.
Uchiha Kaji just cannot believe someone so young could make his sharingan almost ineffective in battle. The speed is fast enough for him to block, just some seconds to predict, but from how offensive this Shiro punches are, there is just not enough of an opening for him to attack.
“You are getting tired.” The kid states matter of factually. Kaji knows it’s true. Hell, they’ve been running for hours before this fight so of course he is getting tired! If only his Genjutsu worked, then this battle could have ended sooner.
“Captain!” Hizashi shouted when Shiro disappeared in an instant, not even the Sharingan could follow him as the boy got behind the Uchiha, kicked him behind his left knee and pressed a cold blade against his neck, making him freeze instantly.
“Argh! I told you we can’t do moves that fast!” Shiro groans to himself angry but his face quickly takes an apologetic look. “Sorry! I just wanted to stop fighting them.” “With a hostage situation?” “Yes!”
Why is this type of thing happening to me? Minato forces himself to breathe in and keep a calm facade.
“Okay Shiro-kun, we stopped fighting. See?” The blond slowly puts down his kunai, Hyūga Hizashi making a more approachable body language.
“Sorry about all of this! I’m just pretty sure you guys would not listen to me otherwise.” A sheepish smile is given together with an apology. “Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you Uchiha-san!” The promise is given and somehow, it doesn’t feel like a lie.
Kaji just continues cursing himself, the gods, this kid, the world and anything just to make sure his anger is in check. He can’t react in any way or Shiro may be triggered to slice his throat open.
“What do you want to talk about then Shiro-kun?” Minato continues talking, taking note of how the double personalities act. Negotiations of hostages with sane Shinobi are already difficult and rare, so this one he needs to make could be statistically speaking impossible.
“I- well, we reacted badly to these people when they tried to kill us earlier. But even if we apologise, I don’t think you would believe it.” Shino started just because Lee would start crying. Never mind, we are already crying.
“So, let’s just be honest here. We don’t want trouble with you. We’ll go on our way out of your territory and Uchiha-san won’t get hurt.” “No! We will not hurt him! Forget the threat, please!” The boy releases a deep sigh. “This is not how you make use of a Hostage.” “We won’t hurt any more Konoha Shinobi! Point!”
Kaji just pleads with his red eyes to Minato.
Hizashi is on edge and also looks to Minato.
And Minato?
“Okay, Shiro-kun. If you let go of him we promise to not attack you. How about that?” His blood is running cold. Is he saying the right things?
“Good enough.” Shiro retracts the kunai from Kaji and takes a step back. The Uchiha shunshin to be once more beside his team.
The black iris from Shiro’s eyes stares them down, waiting for them to break the promise. When some seconds pass with nothing happening besides the twitch of the captain's hands, a big smile forms on the face of said boy.
“See? Now we can leave without worries!” Shiro then groans, the other personality not as content. “Don’t follow us.” Is the not-so-subtle threatening advice before he disappears.
Minato can feel the strange chakra quickly going away in the direction of Kusa. They really are getting away from the Land of Fire.
“Fuck!” Uchiha-san kicks the ground, his pride is really hurt.
“Language.” Hyuuga-san reprimands almost immediately.
“Please, you two. I don’t have anything left to endure another discussion of whose clan is better.”
Minato just wants to go home and to Kushina.
He had run for days. Afraid that the boy who almost killed him followed after his trail or that the teammate in his arms died. Stopping from time to time, for a quick rest and use his medical ninjutsu just so the wound on the kunoichi chest didn’t get infected, it took longer than he would've liked to reach his destination.
When he was released from the hospital, heard the good news that the girl would make a full recovery and reported to his Kage, the Iwa medic-nin drag his feet back home.
Miyu Ayumu was cleaning the house late afternoon. She procrastinated her house tasks today to keep making explosive seals and her painting hobby. Who would blame her? Tsuchikage-sama had made sure to specifically give her the work to produce explosives seals for the Explosion Corps. Since she is the most knowledgeable about the Uzushio scrolls and Fūinjutsu, no one could do a better job and the Tsuchikage knows.
At least it helps to keep her mind away from her lover and the mission he went out to.
The sound of the front door opening surprises her. She runs to the living room, broom ready to spank if it was a drunk intruder again. But it isn’t.
There, in the doorway taking off his shoes, is her husband. Miyu smiled and went to receive him back home. His mud-brown hair is a mess and his greyish eyes show how exhausted he is.
“Miyu-“
“Deidara dear! Welcome back!” She hugs him, the broom already forgotten on the floor. “You came back early. How did the mission go?”
Before she can let go, the man hugs his wife and buries his face into her neck. When some tremors come from him, Miyu starts making a circular motion with her hand on his back.
“It’s okay. You’re back home, it’s okay.”
Somehow she can bring them to sit on the small couch. Being a Kunoichi herself, it’s understandable what Deidara must feel now. Seems like the mission didn’t go as planned.
“Can you talk about it or is it classified?” She tentatively asks after her husband looks calmer from holding her fingers, careful to not pass through the blue eye on the back of her hand. No matter how others told him his wife's kekkei genkai freaked them, it is just another thing he found endearing about her.
“I almost died Miyu.” Comes the answer in a whisper.
The wife stops breathing for a moment, her unoccupied hand unconsciously resting on her stomach.
“I don’t know if I’m thankful to any God, my own luck or even fate to still be alive. To be here.” Deidara continues, looking straight at the lone eye on his lover's lovely hand. “For the exemption of me and Natsuki-san, everyone else died.” He shivers from the memory.
The couple stayed like that for a while, the sound of the kitchen clock ticking too loud for Ayumu’s liking.
“I’m just… So glad to be alive.” Deidara looked at her face, a small smile on his own but the expression still of hurt.
She kindly smiles back, trying to ease his pain. She inclined forward, making her orange silky hair fall from behind her ears, tickling Deidara’s nose when she laid a kiss on his forehead.
“Well. That makes three of us then.”
Her husband's reaction makes a laugh escape out of her. He looks like an idiot. But the sadness from before disappeared a little and that is what truly matters.
“Three?” Deidara is confused, not taking the hint and that only makes Miyu grin in mirth.
“Well, you were away for so long. It’s not my fault I couldn’t tell you sooner. Also, the Tsuchikage already knows and now want to keep me inside the village even more.” She sighs. “Honestly I don’t know how I still didn’t blow things up. Every time some Anbu comes to give more orders to make even more seals, my fingers itch to explode them away! I want to make different things you know? Like finishing our house portrait I’ve been making for months now because I want it to be perfect.” Her rambling goes on for a while.
“Miyu, you’re not making any sense to me.”
“Kami! You can be so slow sometimes.” But I still love you so much. “Deidara, you will be a father dear!” Miyu lightly pats her stomach area.
The house in instants is filled with laughter and happiness. Life is celebrated by those inside.
Notes:
This is my take of Deidara (Akatsuki) parents.
Now, I’m gonna take my horse to the old town road. I’m gonna ride ‘till I can’t no more.
Also:
I’m fucking serius when I say: it took me 20 minutes to remember the word HOSTAGE. Like, really, I couldn’t even remember it in my Mother tongue. Almost dropped the work halfway done to how pissed I was with myself.
Chapter 6: Turn of the tide
Summary:
Just Minato
Notes:
Srusti: I’m such a disappointment. (Stare at the count of 1892 words.)
I need love and some chocolate.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The citizens of Konoha are content inside the village walls, feeling the security of being surrounded by their shinobi and Kage, going through the morning with the energy and peace so contradicting with the war outside. There is tension on the people shoulders, but they still smile at one another on the street market.
“Is that the end of your report?” The man on the opposite side of the table takes a drag of his smoking pipe. Releasing the smoke out of his lungs and opening his brown eyes to stare at his subordinate sitting on the chair. His vision passes through the other blond before fixing his gaze on the younger one.
“Yes, Hokage-sama.” Minato gives a nod to affirm it even more. The face of the village leader becomes bitter as he takes another drag, fillings the air even more with the smell of tobacco. He can’t blame him, war is stressful and smoking is just the way Sarutobi Hiruzen had found to keep himself calm.
“Do you have any questions for Minato, Inoichi-san?” The man in question looks really contemplative. All the information, little to him but still a lot for Minato, being analysed. The Yamanaka was summoned to the Hokage office from the T&I, the explicit explanation that his insight about minds and psychology were needed.
“You said to have felt two strong chakra signatures before having visual of the boy. For you, did they feel similar or very different?” That part had intrigued the mind-walker since something capable of tricking a experienced and exceptional sensor like Minato have never appeared before.
“Different. Even when we fought, the different chakras gave opposite reverberations and seemed to resonate to each other, almost like what I see when two people from the same family reach out for each other chakras.” He explained while remembering that night some days ago.
“So, different but still similar.” The other blond concludes, head tilting and facial expression becoming soft. The eyebrows not frowned anymore.
“Do you have a hypothesis, Yamanaka-san?” Hiruzen ask in a serious tone, on the borderline to be taken as an order.
“Many. It could be that this boy, Shiro, was born with two different chakra pathways inside him and his mind adapted to it. Since all living being have one and not two, his brain created two different personalities to assort them to different chakras.” One hand is raised as if holding something up while he explains.
“Or?” Hiruzen ask, because that would mean they are dealing with a new Kekkei Genkai never documented before on Konoha’s files.
The other hand is raised on the same manner. “Or there are two different people inside one body. I can’t imagine how that could even happen, so I’m more inclined to my first theory.”
After seeing the expectation from the other two in the room for an explanation, he gives a internal sigh, letting his hands rest on his lap.
“Shiro-kun may be dealing with someone who got themselves stuck inside his mindscape that get to control him for the exception of his own mind.” The young nominated clan leader thinks of the Yamanaka and how their jutsus are focused to cause damage into someone’s mind. Well, most of them.
“I thought about this because my clan have something called Shintenshin no Jutsu. We can control a person or an animal by transferring our spirit to theirs, forcing the users will over the target. I’ve never heard of someone who isn’t a Yamanaka try it, what leads me to think that if it happens, wouldn’t Shiro be the example of it going wrong?”
The sunlight passing through the open windows warm the village leader’s chair, but his eyes continue hard and sharp. Because stealing a Hidden Technique from a prestigious clan of Konoha is something that can’t be taken lightly, or the accusation of one.
But there are other facts that irks under the Hokage skin. From Minato and his team report, the enemy seems to know the Uchiha and Hyūga Taijutsu style on a level to be able to predict it. And there is also the fact the boy not only got upset over killing Leaf Shinobi but also stated to never hurt another one.
Sarutobi takes a deep breath to prevent another puff of smoke to calm down. Feeling drained from having yet another thing to worry about.
“Regardless if any of your ideas are correct or not, either way we are dealing now with someone unpredictable and dangerous. Thank you for giving your assistance Inoichi-san. You are dismissed.”
Said man stands up and give a respectful bow before leaving the office by the door. Minato awaits to also be sent on his way, but his blue eyes notice from the body language of his superior that it won’t happen now.
“Tell me. Why didn’t you kill the boy?” With one eyebrow raised, Sarutobi Hiruzen incline the body to rest his elbows on the table, hands clasped together. “From the captain and Hyūga-san reports, I’m not the only one who noticed you didn’t use all of your abilities on the fight.” Both take a quick look at the written report mentioned under Sarutobi hands.
Minato couldn’t help a sigh in front of his Hokage. Am I in trouble? His expression seemed to ask.
“Give me a good enough explanation to not take down the enemy, caught red-handed may I remind us, and you won’t be in trouble.” A playful smile spreads on the men face, reading the emotions on the shinobi face. But the blond shinobi knows better than to respond vaguely. Or to rely too much on that disarming tone.
“He is just a kid, probably just a few years older than Obito or Rin. If I can, I’ll always refrain from killing children and elderly people, Hokage-sama.” Blue eyes close to see the faces of his own team. They open before continuing, fixed into sharp brown ones. “But it was also because of a feeling. Something on me was saying that killing him was wrong.”
A instinct then. Sarutobi thought, resting his back again into the chair.
The Anbu on guard watch the two have a staring contest for some minutes. The Namikaze very firm even with their leader heavy presence on the air together with the smell of tobacco.
“Go home and rest. I’ll send a bird to deliver your next mission in a few days.” The Hokage say, as if talking about the weather now while looking at a stack of paper on the corner of his desk.
“I- Hai!” Minato raise fast and bow when the other gave him a pointed look. Before storming out of the room by walking-running, he heard a last remark.
“I’ll trust you on this Minato.”
He gives a firm nod at the clear show of faith and trust at him.
When the door close, one of the Anbu hidden on the shadow crouch on a respectful stance in front of his leader, who in turn, activate a privacy seal under his working table.
“I want a special team to look at all the reports and missions assigned until now. Every document of any civilian leaving or entering the village too, especially those from the land of Earth. It seems like we have possibly a spy in our midst.”
Rat nod in an understanding of his task and shunshin away after the seal is deactivated.
Someone taught and gave information to the kid about us. He may be the errand boy from Iwa, but we’ll be doomed if we don’t catch the source. Konoha will not lose this war.
Not far away from the Hokage tower, Minato was thinking about what exactly to ask his girlfriend for advice when he disappeared on a puff of smoke.
Minato blink a few times, startled to see what he is seeing. Is this Mount Myōboku?
“What in hell?!” A well-known voice say at his left, the chakra also familiar.
“Jiraiya-sensei?” Minato’s teacher had been on a long term mission on the Land of Rivers to get intel about Suna movements.
“Minato? What is happening here?!” The toad sage look around confused and a little angry.
“I reverse Summoned you.” A husky voice answer from the ground. Fukasaku looks just exactly as he remembers, old. His wife not anywhere to see though, which is rare. “The Great Toad Sage wants to talk to you two.”
“It better be important!” For as much as Jiraiya is angry, he calms his nerves. Gamamaru-sama is well respected and doesn’t call them for just anything.
In front of them is the building where the Toad Sage is usually found. So not much time is wasted to get where they need to go.
“Ah! Jiraiya-chan and Minato-chan, good to see you are well.” The giant old toad gives his smile to the two humans, greeting as they appear with one of his heirs.
“As well as we can be, Gamamaru-sama.” Minato responds while giving his smile back. His sensei also give his greetings, although a little quieter than usual.
“I asked Fukasaku to summon you so I could give you personally my congratulations!” Everyone awaits confused. But it looks like the old geezer has nothing to add.
“That’s it? And why are we being praised? For doing what exactly?” The questions seem to make the old seer smile even more, his squinted eyes barely open more. That makes the white-haired man right eye twitch.
“For the Prophecy I told you, Jiraiya of the Sannin, have been fulfilled. The world had been saved by your student.” He hums and nods as if approving something.
“What?! We are at war and Konoha doesn’t even have the upper hand! How come the world had already been saved when people keep dying!” Jiraiya grabs his white hair, pulling it and making himself look like a mad man.
“Ah, perhaps I’m saying this too early...” The giant toad then look at Minato, who is glaring at the floor, his brain taking him to every major thing he could have possibly done to have accidentally saved the world while not knowing. “Or not.”
After pulling out a great deal of his white hair and entertaining the toads, Jiraiya recomposes to look more honourable in front of the oldest and wisest being he knows. Most of the time anyway. He is becoming more senile as time pass.
“I can’t waste any more time here or my target can escape my searching range.” Jiraiya says to Fukasaku by his side, changing the topic of the conversation, before turning to Minato “We’ll talk more about this later.” And I also need to check what those three have been doing in Amegakure.
“Of course.” The blond man agrees, still with half of his attention to his memories. He remembers the other pupils of Jiraiya that he have heard from the man himself, thinking if it was not one of them instead of him.
“Well. You know that we will help when summoned. Be careful out there nonetheless Jiraiya-chan. Minato-chan.” The smaller toad near them says, his hand-like paws forming hands signs. With a puff of smoke, the two shinobi disappear.
“Are you sure of that vision, Ōjiji-sama?” Fukasaku asks, turning around to face the Great Honourable Geezer.
“Hihihi. Fate doesn’t play with accidents, Fukasaku.” The old one laugh with himself. A hidden meaning lost to his company.
Notes:
I love you all my dear readers.
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Chapter 7: Return
Summary:
Rock Lee: Welcome to bible study! We’re all children of G-zus!
Shino: Kumbayaaaa my lord!
Shiro: *T posing to intimidate the enemies*
Notes:
I’m so lazy to review and look after errors and I’ll probably regret it later but at the same time I just want you guys to have another chapter as soon as I can so Why Not Am I Right? So Pleasedon’tkillme.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Shino, we need to rest.”
A figure runs on the forest floor, not a sound being made. The training of a shinobi preventing deep footprints from being made on the rich soil.
“We already rested enough,” Shino respond still looking for any rock or rocky floor, searching for anything to give away even an ounce of possibility to have a hidden hideout.
“Three hours isn’t enough. This body isn’t like the ones we had trained, plus with the fact it’s younger, the metabolism is faster. I don’t think we’re eating enough too.” Lee says sure of himself because he always needed to pay attention and take care of his body when growing up with Gai-senseis' training.
The other one decides to ignore that remark. They have been after Madara and Zetsu for eight days now and still not a single thing, which is why he is so sour and angry. With himself for not knowing enough of Naruto’s plans and for not having his own body. This new one is slowing us down.
Such a headache is forming on the former Aburame while his heart inflate with self-hate, because Naruto would have already be done with their enemy, and that thought keeps replaying in his mind.
Lee makes them stop. The sun passing through the leaves and making the vegetation glow with life, bugs everywhere. He feels the chakra of his partner flare, that darkness still there. It seems even bigger now, like a vermin that is growing inside Shino. Rock Lee is sure not even the Aburame are supposed to have that.
“We are wasting time.”
“Shino! Listen to yourself! You are not even thinking clearly anymore!” Lee cry exasperated because it’s sad to see your friend fall into dark thoughts, refusing your help.
“You listen Rock Lee!” The usual cold chakra now feels like the freezing winter and ablaze all together. “We don’t have much time! We don’t have enough answers! I’m still thinking how we accomplished the fact of not killing the Yondaime Hokage on a fight just after murdering Konoha Anbu on a killing spree!” Shiro punch the nearest tree, anger but also frustration on his tearful face.
“And how am I supposed to know that if you don’t talk to me Shino!” The bright chakra burns now, a heat condescending inside the body and clashing with the other one. “You don’t talk to me! Not enough for me to know what is keeping you so upset! I’m your friend! Don’t you trust me?”
Shiro hold his stomach, the two chakra inside him fighting, leaving him shaking from it and the frustration both souls inside him are feeling.
“Of course I trust you! I don’t trust myself! ” Shino cry out, the guilt inside him exploding after Rock Lee’s question.
“Shino-kun…” Lee doesn’t know what to say. The heat of the argument and the response dying in his throat.
“No, just…Leave me alone.” Before I disappoint you too…
Shiro take a sharp breath, the body feeling exhaustion and pain from the exorbitant run it had went for days accumulated, finally, showing the aftermath of that.
Sitting down and relaxing the muscles, a soft cry comes from the boy in the woods. Everything hurt. It had never hurt so much as it hurts now. But I deserve this. Shino consoles himself.
Do you really think this is all your fault Shino-kun?
Yes. And why wouldn’t it be? If he had payed more attention to his surroundings, he could have evaded the fire jutsu.
Naruto would have used the seal and went back instead of him.
Then, things would have just stopped. Like he had wanted. Because I’m so done.
What happened to his friends he left behind? Did they die in the hands of Zetsu? Feel more pain and curse his name for throwing things to the dumpster? Or did they just ceased to exist because now that future doesn’t exist? Or it still does and I made it so much worse.
“This is not your fault Shino. I don’t blame this on any of us.”
“... go away.” The answer is a tired whisper. The owners chakra flicker just like a tiny flame now.
“You know I can’t do that.” Lee breath in, slow and deep, taking in much needed fresh air. “Shino. You have to stop blaming yourself. No one needs to point a finger and blame something or someone for what happened back there. Ha! I bet even the grumpy and old Kurama-san don’t blame you!” A dry chuckle escape Shiro while his fingers press harder on his arms, almost to the point of hurting the skin.
“If I had seen the attack sooner like I should have, this…” This would not have happened.
“So what if you didn’t see it coming? Shino, you were looking after everyone’s back during the fight! Like you always do!” Because you care more about us than yourself. “And thinking on the what if’s is not healthy. Believe me.”
“If that was true, Kiba and Akamaru wouldn’t have died or Hinata sacrificed herself.” Right in front of me. Their deaths are on me.
Shino look at the young hands he have now. If he stare for enough time, the feeling of blood will come and so the vision of it dripping from his fingers. Blood from his family, from his friends, from allies and enemies. Ugly tainted hands.
“We can’t always save everyone. Or protect them all the time.” Lee try to comfort his depressed friend. Not really sure if his mouth is spilling the right words. “Shino, I’m with you in this . So if you’ll blame yourself, then blame me too for pushing you and making us fall on the seal.”
He bring the hands together on a prayer.
“I am not leaving you to fight your dark feelings and intrusive thoughts alone. We had one Sasuke and you shouldn’t copy him. I like the way you are Shino and I trust you with my life.” Shiro close his black eyes, looking for the scarred soul inside the mind. “So won’t you trust me more? You never disappointed me or our friends.” And I’m sure you never will.
He couldn’t say goodbye to his loved ones. He can’t forget or fall into oblivion like he wanted, the memories will last and so will the ache inside. But he won’t deal with them alone, he shouldn’t, because Rock Lee is right. And it will kill him to cause any kind of hurt to his last and only friend.
The crying starts quietly until it couldn’t be held back anymore, because Lee is smiling at him with his warm chakra, so Shino let the tears and screams go. They wash the pain deep inside his heart a little and somehow the world look a little more brighter and blurred when the voice becomes hoarse.
Shiro is laying down on the ground, hands plucking the bright green grass with some hiccups escaping him. He stopped crying and now the eyes burn, probably red, looking up at the small patches they could find of blue sky between green. But most of all he is tired. So just resting under the shades of trees from the midday sun pacify the urges to continue the mission, so the body can have the rest it needs so much.
“Do you know the difference of our first fight and the second?” Lee decide to ask, pulling a rather neutral conversation.
“Other than we being able to not kill the second group of Shinobi we fought? No.” Shino close his eyes, resting them.
“We talked . We decided things together and worked as a team! I think it forced us to keep our heads from going on automatic killing mindset and see the reality as it is around.” At least is what I think.
“I really should’ve asked you before, uh.” Shiro snicker because Lee snicker. “Right, my fault. My bad. You were right. More communication. Team Shiro.”
“Team Shiro!” A hand is raised with the cheer.
Rock Lee and Shino stay like that, talking and resting for hours until dusk made the sky red. Feeling hungry with the stomach completely empty, they had only eaten some nuts and wild fruits from the forest while on the run, so an actual meal would be nice. Like a fish or a rabbit!
I think there is small water stream near us. So let’s hydrate and hunt something to eat afterwards. Because I made us cry so much.
Strange right? We cry together now too.
The same color red of the sky also spreads on Shiro’s cheeks. Shino is so embarrassed he refuses to say anything.
Not as strange as doing toilet business now. But still different.
Argh! I wanted to forget about that Lee!
Someone kill him.
By the time they find the small current of fresh water, Rock Lee is excited to share his opinion on Shino sleeping positions. Because why not?
Crouching and washing the hands, Shiro notice a familiar smell. Cupping and smelling the water, the faint smell of blood is there.
“Something died on the water?” “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Deciding to check and see what is contaminating the water, they follow the direction to the water spring. About thirteen minutes walking, a far away scream could be heard, so Shiro run.
The vision he finds is a fight between Iwa and Ame Shinobi destroying a small Kusa town. The villagers were running and trying to avoid the various jutsus thrown between the ninjas, many screaming because of bodies allready on the ground and houses burning or falling to the ground.
“Papa!” A small brunette girl screams from the window, the flames burning the room behind her together with the rest of the house, fear clear on her brown eyes of how high she is from the ground. The man outside trying to enter the building is bleeding of a shoulder cut, the right arm falling limp on his side.
Shiro didn’t think too much before moving.
“The man first, before he kills himself on the fire.” Shino say before grabbing the afflicted father, carefully enough to not make his injury worse, and leaving him protected with a nearby group of villagers hiding between two buildings. The people stare at the young boy with a mix of fear and surprise, but Lee doesn’t wait even a second before storming back to save the girl.
“Shino-kun.” “Got it.” They say to one another but getting quickly the idea from their shared mind.
With enough chakra control from Shino, they wall walk to the window and grab the kid by her shirt, then hugging her to make her feel safer, they jump down.
“Luka!” The father reunites with his daughter, embracing her with only one arm firmly. The girl cry but also hug him back, tears running down her chubby face nonstop.
“We need to take them out to safety.” Shiro say while analyzing the 5 people around him, his ears still capturing the noises of battle. Two women, one elder and the family they just saved. “And look for more survivors too.”
The path we used to come here is clear of boulders and stuff, they can probably run to the forest safely.
“Okay. People follow me please!” Lee say, determination and energy flowing in his veins. “We will take you to somewhere safe!”
The group of civilians looked at each other, a bit of uncertainty on the eyes, but when the bleeding man stands up carrying the little girl and nod, the others just accepted to do as told.
After being sure to leave them somewhere safe, Shiro run back to the burning village. Scouting the streets to see if his help is needed, avoiding the rooftops to not catch unwanted attention from the fighting ninjas.
At the time ten minutes marked since they started, Shiro had rescued more seventeen people and brought them to the same spot.
All the village is now being scouted, the last people he is scorting are a old couple who had been stuck inside their house because of an earth jutsu manipulation, when two ninjas from the land of Rain attacked.
“What?!” The kunoichi look confused, a sensor probably, looking behind Shiro and only seeing old people and not the other shinobi she sensed. Her companion had already engaged in a Taijutsu fight with the boy who doesn’t have a headband.
“Ah! Sorry for confusing you!” Lee apologize like a good boy while having the big guy on a quick submission position, holding his throat and head, making a unspoken threat that one quick move would kill him now. “We don’t want to hurt anyone!” The smiling face turn cold and angry in seconds, surprising the woman facing him. “But we will if you keep killing innocent people.”
The Ame Shinobi under Shiro’s grip make a move to get free ignoring everything that had been said, wich in reaction causes the boy to hit him in the back of the head hard enough the sound could be heard from where his companion is. He fainted, falling to the ground with a thud, making the two behind flinch.
“Good job.” “Thanks!” The Black haired kunoichi had a conclusion. This is a crazy one, or in other words, dangerous.
She prepares a water release jutsu by molding and gathering her chakra, but before she could do even one hand sign the enemy is in front of her. “Keep running ahead to find the others I mentioned!” Lee call out for the two terrified civilians while keeping pressure on his attacks. The Ame-nin jump back to create a opening and make the jutsu, but Shino doesn’t let her and create his own earth jutsu on a flash by slamming his hands down, making her imprisoned in the ground with only her head out.
The couple run as fast as they can. In the meantime time, Shino makes sure his prisoner can’t move her hands underground.
“Let’s stop their fight?” Lee ask, because even if they aren’t on the same side like in the Fourth Shinobi War, these people may as well be family from his long dead comrades of battle. “Yes.”
“Hey! Come back here you little shit!” The woman shout when Shiro run away from her to the direction explosions and tremors come from.
The fight seems to be in Iwa favor, most of them are still up and fighting, while those from Ame are few in numbers but still ferocious even with the disadvantage of one-to-two ratio.
“Don’t even try.” Shino interrupt his friend when he sensed Lee thinking of what to say. “Why? Because they won’t listen to words right now. Let’s just make them both retreat by force.”
“Oh, okay.”
Taking his only weapon out of his pocket, Shiro dive in the middle of the heated battlefield. Some of the Iwagakure shinobi seemed to have recognized him, putting their everything to kill him. The other group from Ame is confused from the unexpected event, but soon find that the lonely boy is dropping bodies from both sides so they also engage him.
“Does it really rain all the time at your village?” Lee ask one guy from the Land of Rain. “How do you dry your clothes then?”
“Inside their house.” Shino respond to the little talk he knows Rock Lee wants to continue having, just to see if it really works to help them not kill people.
“But when I did that, my clothes began to smell like moss.” Tenten had even smacked me saying I smelled bad.
“AAAAAH!” The two fighting Shiro are enraged to see the enemy chit chat with themselves and not pay attention to them, mocking the two Jounin who are trying to kill him and being overwhelmed by the Taijutsu skills of the boy.
With the end of the handle part of the Kunai, Shino strikes on pressure points that gets both man to faint like the others. Not even a moment pass and then it’s a Iwagakure trio who attack with a combination of jutsus.
In 78 minutes, the plan turns out to be a success. Ame retreat first while carrying those unconscious and still very much alive, then with Shino engaging Lee to talk and irritate the rest with non-war or non-insulting questions, Iwa retreats too just like the group before.
But the price for it is Shiro with almost no chakra left since Lee also transferred his own for Shino to use, a lot of muscles strained, cuts all around his body and throwing up for what he doesn’t have on the stomach. The taste of bile makes me want to vomit again.
“I think we’ll faint now.” Rock Lee say, the eyelids so heavy with the world spinning around slowly. The body they should have taken properly care is now giving its own retribution for their negligence.
“I hate this new body.”
Shino had never been so sincere in his new life like now.
Thud
Notes:
Shiro is laying on the ground with his face down and a broken nose. Sue me.
Also, I found the perfect soundtrack to Shiro my precious boy: DROELOE x Fytch - Through The Storm
Search it on YouTube and listen if you want. :D
Also:
I like memes.
Chapter 8: Rest
Summary:
Soup is better than ration bars
Notes:
(I hate it when the mobile Ao3 crash and then I need to type it all again.) (Well, my own fault for never using the computer)
Hope you like the chapter! Just 2000 words. But they are worth it(?).
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Shino woke up feeling awful. His mouth is as dry as Suna’s desert while his chakra reserves were only half way recovered, and that makes him more tired than he’d like to admit. He feels all of that without moving an inch, appearing to still be asleep. Why? Because there is someone near him who isn’t Lee. In truth, no one can be closer to him than Rock Lee now. A little reassuring to think about that.
The presence is very small and so is their chakra signature, maybe a child? It’s a little recognizable from one past moment-
Shiro grabs the slender wrist swiftly, his movements a blur, before a small hand could touch him on the face. By his side a startled scream comes from a brunette little girl, the one he recognized saving from the burning house. The shock relented the boy to let go of her before his strength could hurt the kid. Damn-it, these reflexes again.
“Sorry. I-“ The door is slammed open. Where is this place anyway?
“Luka! I told you to stay away from here!” A young woman, the one who they rescued from under a wooden wall, enters. She pulls the child away knowing the dangers of a ninja, moreso if it’s a disoriented one waking up. She quickly leaves with a short bow to Shiro and closes the door behind her with a certain rush, leaving him alone.
Imagine my surprise to wake up with that.
“I’d be surprised if you were still sleeping.” Shino ansewrs. Rock Lee is usually the morning bird between the two, so to be the one who opens his eyes first is a surprise for him too.
“It’s strange to wake up but already seeing things and talking. Feelt like a somnambulist situation.” Lee takes over by mumbling his early thoughts out loud. He then gasps. “Shino! Are we considered noctambulant now?!” Shiro sit up on the cranky old bed with more energy than they had. It’s a small room they find themselves in and, from the interaction not long ago, the Kusa villagers took care of him while unconscious. Maybe it’s a house that survived the attacks?
“No, I don’t think so.” Shino answers Lee while spreading his chakra. He can sense some people near them, but the chakras aren’t developed like a shinobi, so they are all civilians. Good.
Their stomach growl, the pain of hunger making a hand clasp the area trying to appease it. Shiro also noticed that his deep cuts were bandage and his backpack is by the foot of the bed. Checking inside, everything seems in place.
“I want to take a bath.” Shino says, almost on a longing tone, images of a hot tub making him wish to be back home. In Konoha. Can we even go back? Ah, probably not. What a shame.
“We smell very bad.” Lee takes a sniff of their clothes and his face contorts. “Ugh! Blood, sweat and dirt! Shino! We need to take more care of this body!” Standing up with determination, Gai-sensei’s teachings of ‘a healthy body makes a good ninja!’ playing in his head, they grab the backpack and open the door to leave the room.
“Ah!” Shiro jumps to the side, avoiding to bump into a tall man who was going to knock on the door. “Father-san!” he recognizes the brown-haired man with the immobilized right arm.
The man raises one eyebrow at the nickname and hold back his judgment of the boy because of it, making Shino groan and blush because of Lee.
“Hehe…” Rock Lee just laugh at the awkwardness.
“It’s good to see you up so fast.” The man takes a deep breath before turning serious and continue. “I can’t thank you enough for saving my daughter and the rest of us. When you took me away from the house, for a moment I thought that I’d die. But I didn’t. Even before I could ask for help or say anything at all, you were gone.” He recalls the moment and both the dread and fear he felt together with the others. “I got up to run back there and save Luka, but you came back with her in a flash.” The father chuckled a bit, relief all too obvious in his eyes with something sobering at the corners.
“We did what was right at the moment.” Shino say serius, trying to be serious on this clearly serious moment, but Lee makes them smile his goofy smile. “We’re just glad to see you two are ok now! And sorry for not being able to save more people.”
“You’re a good kid to risk your life to save people you don’t even know in this time of war. Crazy to even make those shinobi go away by yourself.” Or just crazy and everything is a consequence of it.
“Ha! Maybe we are.” Shiro gives a wide grin, not getting the comment between the lines. “Shiro is the name, pleasure to make you acquaintance!” A hand is extended for a handshake.
“Len, the new head of the village. Or what is left of it anyway.” The gentleman shakes the hand, a strained smile on his rather young face. Maybe he’s thirty or something.
Why do you want to estimate his age?
He’s young to be the head of a village. So the last one died and he was nominated by the survivors. It’s logic.
“You must be hungry? We have some soup outside.” Len starts walking for the front door of this little house—more like a cottage—with an unspoken question to follow him.
When they exited, the woods greeted Shiro together with the early night. So they weren’t unconscious for too long since they collapsed. And Shino is right, this is a cottage in the woods.
There is a little campfire with a cauldron smelling like soup not far away from them, people are around it getting warm and resting. But when the sound of the front door opening was heard, every single eye turned to face Shiro.
“Good evening! Happy to see everyone made it to the forest.” Lee starts talking because Shino is sulking on the back of their mind, coping with the situation by being mute. I’m just not a talkative person. Or shy. No. Yes.
An old man, one of the first he escorted away from the crossfire, get up and walk towards them. He asks for Shiro’s hand without a word, clasping his own on top of it when the shinobi comply.
“I say it on behalf of everyone here. Thank you for your kindness and courage, young man.” The elder says and, looking at the others behind, no one disagrees. The villager then retreats back to his place and the others go back to talk quietly. One comforting the other of the grief plaguing them.
Luka, the child of Len-san, comes carrying a bowl of soup. She hesitates when near the big boy, even with her strong determination to say her thanks too. If Himiko-nee didn’t drag me away that time, I could-ve said it. Was her logical thinking.
Before being able to say anything, yet again someone stops her. But to Luka’s surprise, this time is her saviour.
“Hey, I want to apologize for what happened back there.” The black-haired boy sits in front of her in seiza, a tentative smile on his face making him look more sad than happy. “You know, people do dangerous things when scared.” A small chuckle comes from Shiro. Were you scared?
Not really, just surprised. Thank the sage I wasn’t armed.
“It’s ok-ay Nii-san! I should-not woke you up!” Her cute misspelling speech makes the little girl more adorable than anything. “Shouldn’t have, Luka.” Her father correction makes the young one pout. So precious.
“Here! This is a thank-you for saving me!” The bowl is extended so rapidly that some soup is spilt to the side.
“Ah! Thank you so much! I’m so hungry~ You really saved me now Luka-chan!” Lee takes the bowl and, excusing himself in their shared mind, started drinking it down with no thoughts of consequences.
It isn’t hot enough to burn, but both parent and daughter are surprised by the hunger demonstrated. Or the bold action. Probably both.
“Wow! So good! Luka-chan could you bring me more, please?” Shiro gives the bowl back to her tiny hands. The kid gives a big smile, happy to help the good big brother, then running to Himiko-nee so she could refill the container with the soup.
“Shiro-kun, I need to ask you for something. Would you hear me out?” Len turns serious, even if his eyes never left the figure of Luka running away from them because now it’s the village leader talking and not a parent.
“Of course! What do you need?” Up to his feet again, Lee awaits like he used to when a mission debriefing was held in the Hokage office a lifetime ago: Serious and professional, but never stone-faced.
“It wouldn’t take us too much time to move towards a neighbouring village in perfect weather. But with the war and how some of us are recovering from injuries I’m afraid that it will take at least six to seven days walking instead of two or three.” The hazel gaze turns to face the young shinobi then, tired lines pulling at his eyes that still held firm determination. His responsibility to keep everyone safe weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Shino hums while analyzing all the civilians in front of him. “We will escort all of you, don’t worry.” Shiro nods, accepting the job without any hesitation. As if it wasn’t something he’d ever turn away from.
Taking in the sight of stars appearing on the night sky for a moment, it felt reassuring that the trees blocked ominous half-moon.
“We don’t have anything to pay you afterwards though.” This is the way shinobi work, right? They have nothing of value since they are mostly farmers and wood workers. Whatever could be used was also destroyed, like some wood carvings and stock of food he had thought to give. We don’t have enough even for us now.
“We don’t need anything, don’t worry so much. Just let us help you, ok?” Lee says when noticing the wrinkles being formed on the man’s forehead from worrying too much. It reminded him of the few times Gai-sensei had turned serious when teaching dangerous techniques like the lotus. That felt like a lifetime ago.
Len let’s go of the air he unconsciously held from nervousness. This is a very strange boy; A strange Ninja too; But most of all, a blessing for them all. Never before had he met a shinobi so honest. Nor one so charitable. Usually, these people didn’t care much for the woes of frail civilians that couldn’t do anything but panic at the sheer power they held at their fingertips. But there’s always those few exceptions and Shiro seems to be one of them.
“I’ll be in your debt then, Shiro-kun.” The adult places a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “If we ever meet again when the war is over, let me help you too.”
The boy accepts his final request and Len leaves to go tell the others about their upcoming journey, and also calm down the ones who will protest about leaving the dead unburied. It’s wartime, they don’t have the luxury to spend time in the open with enemies coming from almost every direction. Kami, may all our souls find peace.
“Here!” Luka runs back in her hero’s direction with a not so full bowl of soup, half of it probably lost because of her running. Her chubby pink cheeks make space for a smile, sparkling eyes waiting for something with the small arms extending the food to Shiro.
“Oh! Thank you Luka-chan!” Lee takes the bowl with his left hand while crouching to be almost at her level. “You did a great job.” Shino compliments, the unoccupied hand patting her head.
A few fireflies start to appear around the people, little spots of light in the dark world around them. The flames stay strong on the campfire and so does the spirits of the survivors. Of warriors . Fighters of life in a cruel but amazing and so vast universe.
“Of course we hang our clothes to dry inside sometimes!” On another campfire, Ame shinobi eat rations and discuss the odd boy nobody could defeat. “It’s not my fucking fault that it rains 24/7 sometimes!”
“And we don’t smell!” Another shout gets a “OOOOH!” of approval from the group, but not all of them agree internally. Because, unfortunately, it does smell bad from time to time just like the boy had said.
Unknown to them, the enemies they intended to kill from Iwa are having the same conversation elsewhere.
So much in common, and yet, declared enemies.
Notes:
AAAAAH GUYS!
100 kudos mark! I AM SO HAPPY I’LL EXPLODE!
GROUP HUG!
╰(*u*)╯♡
Update:
Omg I messed up a sentimental moment back there. I’ll go and hang up myself now.
Chapter 9: DoN’t REpEaT
Summary:
Minato: Ah shit, here we go again.
Notes:
The theme of this chapter?
Crossfire by Stephen.
Go listen to it, pls. :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The dark night is illuminated by pole of lights and windows of buildings on the streets of Konoha. Most residents are sleeping or finishing dinner quietly before calling it a night, but at the Uzumaki residence, being loud is still acceptable at this hour.
“And check everything inside your bags again in the morning! If you forget something I will hit you tomorrow at the gate!” The red haired woman said, bossing over her boyfriend students, just because she can. And also because she loves them enough to not let them make stupid mistakes, like for example, forget the extra pair of clothes or ration bars for the mission.
“Hai~” The chorus of three respond to her demand in different tones, not even worried about her threat. Kushina is just like that, always angry at something or someone because she is always worrying and caring too much, at least according to Minato-sensei.
It’s love. Rin had said to her two teammates one time, but it didn’t make both of them less annoyed to be treated like little kids. They never said anything to the Red Hot Habanero of Konohagakure thought. Not because it would be rude, more like she would turn even more scary.
“See you then! And Obito, please try to not be late.” She finished to the oldest among the three.
“You are asking too much of him, Kushina-san.”
“Take that back Bakashi!”
And the usual fight began again. Rin and Kushina just made visual contact, but so many words were exchanged between the two just with it. Look after them said grey-violet eyes. It is my duty, right? Brown ones respond together with a sheepish smile. But most of all, they just made the expression and thought together: boys. Because yes, that word resumed every fight between the Uchiha and Hatake.
Going back inside the apartment after seeing the trio leave, the Uzumaki finds a blond man still washing the dinner plates and bowls. The love of her life can be a genius, and everyone knows that, but she ask herself why he acts like an idiot sometimes. He wants to hide something that has been bothering him. Maybe he succeeded to fool the little ninjas in his care, but not her. Never her.
Let’s see how bad this is.
She goes to the small kitchen and grab a hand towel to dry the dishes Minato is washing. “This time I had to improvise the miso soup. I used all of what was left of some seaweed and tofu. Kakashi didn’t say anything but I think he expected my eggplant miso. What do you think?”
“Hm.” Came the automatic agreement response the redhead expected, which in turn, makes her angry enough to slap his head. “Ow!”
“You’re not even paying attention! I made miso with eggplant today! Kakashi-kun even thanked me dattebane!” Forgetting all about drying the plate in her hands and leaving it beside the sink, Kushina turn the faucet of water off to force the blond to look at her. She glares.
“You’ve been like this for a week now Minato, don’t you think I haven’t noticed ttebane! I waited for you to talk with me about it but you didn’t, and now? Now I won’t wait anymore because you are leaving on a mission tomorrow and you can’t be this distracted!” Red hair flying wildly with the angry face lives up to her infamous hotheaded title. Minato backed away a little while wiping his hands clean of soap and water.
“Sorry Kushina, dear. I was planning on talking today after dinner.” He explained himself, trying to calm his girlfriend. “I also wanted to talk about it together with sensei, but he can’t make it before I leave the village.”
“Good!” She said while nodding in satisfaction to the answer Minato gave. The blond just ignores the fact Kushina didn’t specify if it’s good he is going to talk or about Jiraiya not coming. It’s best to not ask.
The Red-Hot habanero grabbed the man by his hand and drags him to the living room. She will make him talk now, not even a strand of patience left in her, just love and worry. Maybe a little bit of anger, like, a little tiny bit for him not talking with her sooner.
The couple sat on the green, small and comfy couch. Face to face, holding each others hands together, Minato prepared himself while Kushina gave her “now talk” face. The face even the Hokage had problems to stand up against before he needs to explain himself to the kunoichi. Her resemblance to Mito a bit frightening on the way both had assertive personalities.
“Remember what I told you about the boy I fought? Shiro?” He starts simple.
“Yes, you encountered him and was unsure how to handle him since he is a little crazy in the head.” Kushina remembers that talk days ago, Minato had been really focused on reading books about special kekkei genkais and psychology since then. “You also said something about him having two different chakra signatures and about Yamanaka-san theories of it.”
“Yes. Well, I asked Orochimaru-sama for some advice and helpful input about that. He was also unsure about how it was possible, something like two different chakras in harmony inside one living being, but two of the things he said don’t leave my head. Isn’t a jinchūriki like that too?”
The woman’s grip get tighter, her title as a jinchūriki is a secret except for a handful of people. The Hokage, his students, and Minato. But it still strikes something on her nerves about it, maybe the fear of the rest of the village discovering about it or a enemy looking after the power she has because of the Kyūbi. Kumo. Her mind remembers the kidnap incident.
“Kushina, that was only Orochimaru’s thoughts. I know you are used to its Chakra, but you don’t actively use it and It’s nothing like Shiro’s chakras.” He isn’t a jinchūriki was left unsaid but clear at the same time.
“Is that what is working you up so much?” She ask at the contradiction of him already coming to a conclusion yet still thinking about it.
“No. I told to Orochimaru-sama exactly what I said to you.” Blue eyes look everywhere except to violet irises.
“And? Is it the second thing?”
“He said, and I quote: The war sure is a good time for science.”
There’s a heavy beat of silence as those words were registered in the kunoichi’s head.
“What?” Came the sinister and incredulous voice from Kushina, because she knows that Hiruzen’s favorite student is as smart as Minato, but his ethics about scientific studies sometimes makes her uneasy near him. Like watching a bug crawling on your arm without the means to flick it away.
“In desperate times, desperate measures take place…” He quote some book he had read about war tactics in a whisper. “Kushina, what if that boy is some madman experiment? Why would someone do that? How? When did that happen?” Minato continue to ramble the questions he can’t answer, a frown of deep concerns and thinking on his face. “He was so upset about killing and something in me is screaming that it’s not his fault. This war did something to him.”
And that was something Minato had thought he already got over about. But Shiro made his mind recall that notion like a bad dream: War changes people. Usually, mostly, for the worst. It makes him think about his team. Those three children under his tutelage. Who trust him to train them for the moment they find themselves fighting in a war they are growing up in. Would Rin change like Tsunade after her first failure at saving someone? Would Obito grow somber and grim after he awakens his sharingan, never to be the excited boy who helps old ladies with their groceries back home? Would Kakashi, who already lost his father because of the War, chip away and break even more?
Shiro, as much as Minato dislikes to admit it, is possibly one of many who had to learn to kill against their will. It feels like a bucket of icy water poured over him and he’s been shivering ever since that clarity. He knows what he’s getting himself into when leaving the village. He knows the risks. But what about his team? Maybe Kakashi. But even then, a prodigy child is still a child.
There is a pause on their conversation. The woman takes her time to digest everything said, but before she could say something, the blond continued.
“There is more.” Minato say in a regretful tone, because really, he should’ve said things to Kushina earlier to relieve some of his stress. “I didn’t tell you, but on the day I reported the incident to the Hokage, Fukasaku-sama summoned me and Jiraiya-sensei to Mount Myōboku. The toad Sage Gamamaru-sama congratulated us.”
“What?” That information confuses Kushina in more ways she thought possible. “As in, out of nowhere? And congratulations for what?” Her beautiful face forms a frown, Uzumaki brain overworking inside her head.
“Apparently, one of the prophecies involving Jiraiya-sensei have been accomplished. The one that said his student would save the world or doom it.” A hand pass through blond locks, a sigh escaping his lips as the tired eyes looked at her as if to tell everything culminated at this. This is the part he had been frustrated about, thinking without a break or rest. “Konoha is at war and so is most of the other countries and nations. But according to Gamamaru-sama, the world is saved. Of what? The war? I don’t know. If it was my actions? I also don’t know. Could he have mistaken the interpretation of a vision? It’s easier to believe that Tsunade is back at the village than that.” Unfortunately. He shakes his head, the Toad Sage is the wisest being and he never once was wrong about something. He shouldn’t be now… Right?
“Save the world? Does it mean the war will stop?” Some hope sparks to life inside Kushina’s soul. She dreams of peace just as much as Minato, a world where war didn’t ruin millions of lives, where families and children weren’t shattered. A pain resurface in her heart, Uzushio is the example of what War is capable of destroying. But she likes to imagine the Uzumaki clan wasn’t reduced to only her. That there must be others who were able to escape and… live. Truly live, like she had in Konoha.
“So, Minato, could you think of what you accidentally did to unconsciously save the world according to the Toad Sage?” Is the only question Kushina decided is key to help her boyfriend reach a conclusion, or in the worst case scenario, reach a dead end.
Blue eyes close while he put a hand over his mouth, the Namikaze-thinking-pose she named, when Minato use all of his brain to think. It takes only about half a minute before he faced her again.
“Somehow, if it was really me the prophecy talked about, then I think Shiro-kun has something to do with it. I’m certain of it.” He said serious. After that encounter with the boy, many things happened in sequence to him. Once is a surprise, twice is odd, on the third time it is not a coincidence anymore. The Hokage has been so stressed out since the report, Orochimaru certainly wasn’t surprised by him looking out for his help, and without counting the incident of being reverse-summoned, the fact of finding Konoha bodies so far from an outpost...
Something big is going on. He can feel it.
“Okay, so let’s get to know this Shiro-kun better! Discover about him and maybe how exactly the world has been saved. From what you also said, he seems a polite and political-type, we can even maybe help him too somehow.” The redhead get up from the couch and go towards the kitchen, viewing as the conversation has been concluded and helped her boyfriend enough for him to sleep.
“We?” Minato head turns to follow her figure.
“Of course dattebane! I’ll go together on the mission now! I want to meet him!” She screams while starting the water on the sink to wash the dishes they left behind a while ago.
“But we won’t even encounter him in Fire Country!” He stand up to also go where Kushina is so they stop shouting in the middle of the night.
“We will! Believe it dattebane!” Kushina said, stubborn and loud as always. The neighbors groan, pondering if another complaint should be filled and given to Konoha’s Red hot habanero.
On the next morning, after the sun had already risen, team Minato and Uzumaki Kushina are at the gate of Konohagakure waiting to leave on a delivery mission. Waiting because of one Uchiha Obito and Hatake Kakashi.
Before he could see them, Minato felt their familiar chakra approach, and then the younger member of the team can be seen pulling a black haired boy by his feet towards them, dragging as if the other one is just a dead body.
“So, what is the reason for being late?” He asked already preparing for a unbelievable truth or an insane made up story from Obito. The boy look a little beaten up, so maybe that’s why he isn’t attacking Kakashi.
“He was bickering with some little kids like a child.” Is the Hatake explanation. He didn’t want to be an hour late because everyone waited for his teammate, so he went out of his way to look after the most childish Uchiha he had ever had the displeasure of knowing, just to find him fighting verbally, bickering, with a group of orphans.
“They were saying stupid things, I needed to correct them!” Was the excuse Obito gave to his team, mostly to Rin because he really didn’t want to make her annoyed for waiting or take Kakashi’s side of this argument.
“All right, all right! Let’s just forget about that and check everyone’s bag and go already!” Kushina order around, grabbing the boy from the ground and lifting him to stand up. Obito, seeing the woman in her ninja garb, doesn’t even question if she is going. Just “Why are you coming too? Isn’t this just a C-rank mission?”
“It is, I’m just not feeling like staying home.” Kushina say, seemingly almost annoyed by the question. “Are you saying I shouldn’t come? Aren’t you being smug? That can kill a shinobi, you know?” Her glare was a mixture of disappointment and reproval.
“NO! I’m not saying that! It’s actually great to have you coming with us!” The boy started to make gestures, exaggerating his point of view with his hands and face, just so he wouldn’t receive a punch from the hot headed woman.
“You could teach us some things too, right?” Rin, the peacekeeper and kind soul, grabs Kushina’s attention from Obito to start asking for something a well rounded Kunoichi like the Uzumaki could teach her.
Obito sighs in relief. The mission didn’t even start and he already evaded a life threat and got beaten up by Bakashi. This day can’t get worse.
Everything went to hell. No, Shiro is questioning if hell itself didn’t just surface to be around him. Too eager to take them down.
It was on the third day of travel with the people of Kumo. They had recovered pretty well, the chakras replenished and strength back, body even bathed at a lake near the little campfire before leaving the destroyed village behind. It was all good.
Shino kept paying attention to the surroundings and sensing with his chakra for anything. Lee kept conversation with the civilians and helped with anything he could, talking to bright the mood as well to keep giving tips to help them not be so easily spotted in the woods.
But it wasn’t just anything that appeared.
Shino looked for the usual chakra, the one that flares and moves because of the emotions affecting it. Root members chakra don’t do that.
Lee helped and talked to make them happy, at ease, to help with their grief. So focused in that, he didn’t notice the odd silence on the trees. Root members do that.
The only warning was not a warning. And little Luka paid the price. It was fast, precise and hopefully not painful for the kid to have two kunais at her head.
She was at the end of the line, Shiro was at the front. The one who reacted first was Len. His scream warned everyone else, creating panic and fear that could be tasted on the air in a instant.
When he saw the petite girl bleeding on the ground, the flowers and rocks she was collecting scattered around her, tainted in red, Shiro snapped.
Shino just wants to kill the enemy, Lee just wants to protect the villagers. So Shiro just attacked and defended in a frenzy. So fast the body hurts itself, muscles ripping from the inside and chakra burning and molding so fast that it could make the tenketsu points burn.
Shiro movements are fluid, the two souls not exactly talking to one another internally, but feeling their sentiments and will, making them know what each other are thinking and decide together what actions are better in fractions of seconds.
The enemy is bold, borderline to suicidal, taking everything in them to oppress the boy. Cowards Lee gritted under clenched teeth, because while five of them fight him and Shino, three more are killing civilians.
When every single one of those emotionless ninjas are dealt with, there is no more screaming. Nor any other sound except for the hard breathing of a lone Shinobi, standing on the blood soaked floor of the forest. Smell of copper and death so strong and familiar, it forces them to verbally talk or risk losing their head again.
“Why? Was it because of us? Was this going to happen regardless of what we did? Were their fated to die?” Lee asks question after question, looking for an answer, but more importantly, for a reaction from Shino. If he leave the former Aburame alone, things could go from bad to worse.
“It’s Root. There is no other explanation. From the way they fought to the shinobi standard clothing, of which can be found anywhere, they were clearly Anbu of Danzō.” Shino starts to explain and talk, almost spilling everything out of his mind at once, while his hands scoop for shuriken and a kunai pouch from the dead in an automatic manner. “I can’t be sure if this was a retaliation to what we did to one of his platoons or just a direct order to initiate combat with any enemy ninja in this area. The fighting style… it was like… they wanted to do the maximum of damage before dying. Not a single action to actually stay alive and retreat afterwards, but only to stay alive long enough to complete the mission.” But whatever it was, there was an effort to not trace them back to Konoha.
Some bugs start appearing, buzzing and crawling around the corpses and blood puddles. Shiro doesn’t wait to see a butterfly, his body walking on the opposite direction to where he was going with the group before.
Luka’s face look peaceful, just like she was sleeping last night in Len’s side. Her father is not far, gushing wounds on his throat and chest that create a blood path connecting with the smaller puddle formed by the child’s red fluid. Starting with them, Shiro lay the murdered civilians side by side. A picture of war, of hell.
“If Danzō is after us, we need to be more careful to whom we interact with so they aren’t dragged into this until he’s dead.” Shino state, seeing as it will be difficult to kill the guy who is friends with the Hokage and has his own mindless bodyguards to cover him. But he will pay for what he did and will do if not stopped.
“...the orphanage!” Lee exclaims, eyes getting wider in panic. Because Danzō is the type of man to do anything to get what he wants. Like helping the extermination of a clan for a doujutsu in search of power. So what is the odds he wants information about them and will not-so-gently ‘ask’ Nonō and the caretakers about Shiro, who in turn they have talked the most since arriving at this time? In conclusion: they are the ones with most accurate information about them.
They are in danger.
Shiro run. As if he was running away from Zetsu, running to save the owner of pearl eyes, running to not be late, running until he can’t feel his feet or legs anymore and it’s just his subconscious keeping him balanced through jumps on the trees from two lifetimes worth of experience.
The dawn of the next day is almost complete on the sky when Shino could finally detect something with his chakra perception, reaching the building and those are developed chakra paths. I don’t feel Kabuto or Nonō’s chakra.
Oh no. Do you think we should-
Yes.
Shiro barge in through a window on the side of the orphanage, surprising the people inside since it was easier to repress his chakra when they have just half of it.
“Where are they? Answer me.” The killing intent is so strong it makes some shinobi choke on air, their bodies already freezing from it. A kunai is taken out, Nonō’s Kunai, and Shino prepare to attack because “I don’t like to repeat myself.”
“Shiro.” A chakra flare near and behind them in a warning. Turning around, the face of one Yondaime Hokage stares back.
Notes:
You probably noticed I can’t write a fight. But I promise I’m trying the best I can.
:D
Chapter 10: Fight
Summary:
“DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE!?”
“NO! I- I’M A BAD BITCH! YOU CAN’T KILL ME!”
“BI-!”
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Minato had warned. But then again, Shiro showed to still be unpredictable.
The moment he had felt the duo chakra, a warning was immediately shouted to everyone in the improvised post. “Someone is coming! Don’t attack first!” Or else the boy will be forced to attack and Minato doesn’t really want another hostage situation.
“It’s two!” Other sensory type shinobi shout, the two chakra signatures approaching on a incredible speed. But the waves pattern it gives off… it is Dark .
“Believe me! It is just one person! I know who he is.” The blond man then turns to his team, with one signal to stay and not engage. With just a look, Kushina nod to show she will watch over them.
“I think he isn’t stopping.” “Is he crazy!? There is sixteen of us here!” Two chunins say while everyone prepare their weapons and stances for a fight.
The jōnin sensei couldn’t say anything else when a window of the room where the Konoha Shinobi are is broken, a figure landing inside.
Shiro look intimidating to simplify it . Dirt, dry blood staining his hands, feet and clothes. Eyes of a menacing predator, ready to deliver death on those who oppose him. The glass shards on his face, the smell of fresh blood, together with the killing intent so strong… No wonder the others didn’t move or react to this Death Reaper.
What happened in just a few days to him?
“Where are they? Answer me .” The chunin and a few jōnin flinch to the wave of intimidation coming from the boys chakra. “I don’t like to repeat myself.” Said boy take a kunai out of his weapon pouch on his left leg. Time to intervene. “Shiro.” He call, grabbing the others attention including their intruder. “How about we talk this out? If I remember correctly, you don’t like hurting people of Konoha.” Is Minato blind shot in the dark. Some of his comrades look at him like he is crazy.
“Just because I don’t like it, doesn’t mean I won’t do it if needed.” The serious personality states, cold as the snow at the top of a windy mountain. But just as Minato expected, that unapproachable expression transform into one more soft and cautious. “But we don’t need to hurt them. If Namikaze-san is here, then is probably okay.” The black eyes take in the numerous people surrounding him, but there is no fear. Just anxiety and… hope?
The blond sigh internally, talking seems to be doing good. Even if the air is still heavy and everyone a little twitchy, adrenaline still on their system, the smell of blood almost pulling a reaction from those who fought in the frontline of this war… Yeah, still not good enough.
“So, who are you looking for?” Stepping forward with open hands, showing to be disarmed, Minato try a friendly smile. This boy can be crazy, out of his mind or anything. But the truth is, he’s suffering and is also possibly connected to saving the world. So I just want to help.
“The people of this orphanage. Mother Nonō and the caretakers. The kids. Where are they?” Shino glare, lowering the kunai, because he doesn’t want to hear that more people died because of him. He won’t take it well. He can’t.
“Wait! You are the Shiro those orphans were so proud of?!” Obito can’t help but shout. This guy? The amazing Shiro-nii who is the fastest ninja in the world? Wha-
The little Uchiha heart stop. He can’t breathe or blink, black murderous eyes stare him down. You are the scorn of this world is what those eyes are saying. Obito had read about K.I. in the academy and also felt the one when Shiro entered. But this one directed at him… It doesn’t make him see his death like those books said, it makes him feel already dead.
Someone appear in front of him, blocking the vision of those black holes sucking his life. Red hair swing from the ponytail, Kushina make a defensive stance. A growl in warning. She had been feeling a reaction on her seal since this Shiro showed up, the Fox inside angry and being rebellious against her chakra chains for the first time in… forever? The grumpy monster had never been like this, filling her chakra system with his own corrosive and vile chakra. It’s almost like he wants to bite someone’s head off.
Rin’s left hand clasp her teammate shoulder, her breath also heavy from feeling that hatred. Kakashi is at his other side, shaking hands on the ready to throw anything at the enemy. Obito can only focus on remembering how to breathe.
“No! No! No No No Nonononononononono ” Shiro forced his eyes close. Shino and Lee fighting for the first time inside the body. “The bastard!” “Hey! This is just like Kabuto! He didn’t do anything!” “ It’s because of him, everything-“ “No! It isn’t!”
The shinobi around the bloody boy, even those not specialized in sensing, could feel two chakras clashing and burning so strong it makes their hair stand up on its end. Almost like an electric shock. Because this is fear.
“Kushina, take them away from here.” The order is given in a hurry from her boyfriend, but she doesn’t question. Grabbing the trio of Genins, the redhead shunshin outside of the building, keeping her promise to protect them.
“This guy is mad! We need to kill him!” One of the young promoted Chunin say, the stories of insane shinobis that fight like animals and leave behind a carnage making his hands shake. The bodies found usually unrecognizable to be from humans or something else entirely, a show of what a madman can do.
“Wait, let me handle this!” Minato stop them from attacking. The Hokage believe in his capabilities to discover the mystery involving this strange boy, he also has compromised to help him, so the blond jōnin have to diffuse this situation. Somehow.
Pushing aside the questions about why such hate was aimed at his student, he crouch to be closer to the black haired shinobi kneeling on the ground. He’s shaking and shutting his eyes tightly close, arms around his stomach where he can almost see two different chakras clashing. Hoping that the other can still hear him, Minato start talking.
“I don’t know those names you said. But what I do know, is that the people from this orphanage moved to Konoha for safety. Since then, this place had been used as a coverup outpost.”
The head turn abruptly to him, eyes searching for anything to indicate if Minato is Lying or not. A shaky breath then is taken, relief going through Shiro’s body. They are ok. Safe and okay.
Blue eyes widened, multiple chakra signatures approaching from the northwestern direction can be detected by him and another sensor. “Enemy incoming! Everyone out!” The captain of the outpost order, a little worried about the numbers, but all the same confident on his men. Seeing how the young boy isn’t a problem at the moment with the blond Jōnin, he will focus the groups power to face the other -and certainly more dangerous- unknown.
“FUCK OFF!” Kushina angry scream could be heard before a series of explosions tremble the ground and shake the air. A fight already started.
Before Minato could ponder if it’s okay to leave Shiro behind to assist the others, the black haired boy sprinted out by the same window he came inside. Is he running away? Escaping? Is Shiro involved with the attack?
It turns out that no. When they both saw the shinobi from Iwa, there was no hesitation to dive into the heated fight from the boy. Minato went straight to Kushina and his team, the little kids keeping up just enough for his girlfriend to switch with them and kill the enemy. Kakashi -evaluated as chunin level- is the one with less problems in standing ground, Obito and Rin not so much. The three are still affected from the killing intent. Is the only explanation.
The blond attention is only taken away from his team when some comotion comes in swearing words. The Jōnin captain of the battalion is angry and a little confused, for there is a crazy mad-lad stopping them from killing the Iwa shinobi and vice-versa. Every single time someone is just about to give a deadly blow, that Shiro guy appears in between. Stopping slashes and jutsus.
No one is unscathed, but no one died until now too. Which is surprising in all by itself since this is time of war, making everyone in the sight acknowledge that the young men is strong.
It was only when Minato nearly killed a kunoichi and Shiro stopped her attack by knocking the woman out, that he realized, the boy is holding back. From their previous encounter, it is clear for him to notice that Shiro’s movements aren’t as precise and smooth as it was before. He staggered and hesitated most of his blows, what in turn makes injuries appear easier on his body. Sharp weapons cutting his clothes and skin, punches that should’ve been easy to stop making the boy stumble and recoil. The eyes… Shiro isn’t even fully focused on the battle!
Another aspect that afflicts Minato is how quiet Shiro is. The kid who even talk to himself isn’t talking, isn’t that disturbing? It is at least a little odd for the Jōnin. This type of change is never alright or right.
“don’t kill…” Comes a whisper from Shiro when he stop little Kakashi from using a lightning jutsu with a mud wall , he hears it from launching himself in between his student and the boy.
Earth type is weak against Lightning release! How strong is his manipulation of Earth that it could stand against it weaknesses?! Sure Kakashi is still a kid, even if already chunin, but the Hatake is a prodigy. Already capable of amazing and deadly moves for someone so young.
He is then out of range to block a rain of shuriken thrown at a Konoha ninja some meters away. A Iwa kunoichi then engage him in a Taijutsu battle. Taking a quick glance at the boy from time to time, Minato also notice his mouth moving on a pattern. Quietly repeating something.
Don’t kill
That’s worrying.
Obito isn’t so sure of himself, his defense is okay at least but he can’t help his team by only defending. Bastard the dark voice echoes in his head, eyes of hatred burning at his back. The fear imbued on him by Shiro make the Uchiha change his grip on the kunai, the young Iwa shinobi -who is at most a newly promoted chunin- send his kunai away. Disarmed, Obito jump back to make a fire type jutsu.
His fingers aren’t so fast as the brown haired teenager from Iwa and an earth dome rise around him. Trapped like this and at this distance, the fire won’t reach his enemy. Damn it!
Forming the snake hand seal, Obito’s enemy smirks with sick bloodlust in the eyes.
In a yellow flash, the world turns and sway. Suddenly he appears by Minato-sensei and Rin side. Kushina punching the creepy Iwa shinobi to pulp not far ahead, not savagely but still painful even to watch. Fortunately or not, the redhead’s enemy escape underground. A signature move from Iwagakure.
He breath again, looking for his other teammate. Bakashi is further away from them, face indicating his frustration or irritation with the big guy he’s facing against. The Uchiha would’ve smiled at seeing that smug face different for once, but in this tight situation, he felt differently at seeing his rival like that. Worry .
What? Of course he worries even for a stick-stuck-up-on-my-butt teme like Kakashi.
Rin starts running to help the younger member of team seven before Obito. He also goes, face serious for someone his age but not for a Genin. Even if he didn’t want to admit, the war do change people even if you never fought on the frontline. It is the things you see everywhere. The atmosphere you feel. The screams you hear.
The hospital Rin helps… There are times he questioned how she could be so strong to hear those screams and not freeze when treating patients. Rin is amazing.
A turn for the better happen when the trio fight against the giant guy. He is very much more muscles than brains, so the Taijutsu practice of them against Sensei helps a lot to coordinate against the heavy fists of the Iwa shinobi.
Never judge a ninja from his looks alone. The academy teacher lecture came to them when a rank-A jutsu is used. Okay so he isn’t just muscles, but the guy sure isn’t so smart to use this level of technique against a Genin team.
Doton: Yomi Numa create a sticky swamp that can engulf and trap ninjas in it. This one isn’t even hollow enough to submerge the kids, instead it goes just to their hips. Until the stomach for Kakashi’s case.
“You frail shrimps! Are so! Annoying!” The guy screams, molding chakra to create spikes of rock on the air. The trio looks up terrified, projectiles coming fast to claim their lives.
What reach them first is a vile chakra, a murderous aura, the wind of a freezing night. Shiro is the first word Obito assimilated to the frosty feeling. He was right to do so.
A boulder of rock is launched and break the spikes, throwing both earth techniques far away and impacting against a duo of Iwa.
Team seven look to their opponent, the big guy is looking behind himself. A dark shadow is there, one that can only be clearly seen when the upper half of the body in front of it explodes and falls limp on the ground. Shiro face is impassive, eyes like foggy glass, staring blankly at the people he saved with one red fist extended. Blood spilled all over him. One punch was all he needed to kill that man.
“R-RETREAT!” Someone shout with what seems the realization of the inevitable defeat if they continued fighting. Those from Iwagakure flee the area, the Konoha ninjas stay still for the exception of two.
Uzumaki Kushina summon her chakra chains and pull the kids out from the mud-trap, protectively putting herself in front of them. Namikaze Minato appear before Shiro, holding his signature kunai in a ready stance to block a wide range of possible attacks. Cold sweat runs at the Jōnin’s back, because the sudden flow of chakra through Shiro is the indicator of the opening of a Gate. If it is just the first or second he can’t be sure, but the fact that this boy can also control this dangerous technique is something to be wary. Might Duy was the only one who could open all eight gates...
A fast motion is made, Minato prepared to counter any jutsu -probably earth as it seems to be Shiro first affinity- and brought his hands together. But the boy only clapped his own hands together, the chakra inside changing before being forcefully released. A white aura involved Shiro’s body.
The Jōnin jumped back, not understanding what jutsu would need such high usage of chakra. Creating space is stills better than be close if it is an attempt to attack. But something tell me it isn’t.
The surroundings start to become brighter and more vibrant, plants moving and becoming more vivid as if it was springtime. Sensing that one of the chakra signatures inside Shiro is transforming all of its life energy into Yang Release and putting it outside of the body...
The blank expression change to a frightened one for a second, the hands palms almost separating from each other, but then firmly put together with a grim face. He’s fighting himself!
“Shiro! Stop!” One of his chakra coils is almost depleted from any chakra while the other is transferring what it has to it, just so the other doesn’t extinguish. Is he trying to kill himself!?
The blond ninja take action, running fast and cutting the distance in seconds. When face-to-face with the young shinobi, gathering his own chakra, Minato punch the motionless boy on the stomach. Not to hurt but to stop his flow of chakra momentarily, hopefully impacting the right tenketsu point to knock out Shiro.
Hizashi had explained it to him that it is already difficult to do that even with the Byakugan, but Minato had to at least try the fastest and painless way to stop Shiro.
And it worked .
The surprised black eyes is the only reaction he gets from the boy before they close, body going limp. He catches him before the other can hit the ground, placing him gently down.
Shiro didn’t want to kill -he doesn’t like to shed blood if Minato suspects from their first encounter- but he had never thought this was going to happen if he had to. What sort of trigger makes one try to kill themselves like this? By chakra depletion? And why just only one of the chakra signatures did that? Is there really two different people inside Shiro?
When he wakes up, Minato will talk with him. Like People and not like Shinobi. This time he will, by all means, help this boy who saved his team.
The sky is roaring with thunders, clouds grey with the heavy rain it threatens to pour down.
Bared ground with no life, a wasteland overturned by ninjutsu and so many other after effects of attacks. Shadows of where a war took place.
This is where Rock Lee finds himself.
His mindscape.
Notes:
Oh! Yeah! Happy Birthday to me!
\(*´∇｀*)/(UPDATE!!)
I made a mistake about the timeline with Might Duy and Might Guy. My sincere apologies, now it has been fixed.
Chapter 11: Responses
Notes:
I’m so sorry for the late update!
Again, hope you guys like it! This one was really hard.
Also! Warning you that this chapter have sensitive and intrusive thoughts! Like, really bad thoughts. ;-;
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The mind is a unique thing.
Consciousness intertwine with the idea of self to create it. Built up from memories and ideas, like this a personality as well is created. A person is formed, their very core of life that differs people from animals. Tailed Beast can be said to be in the middle of that, according to old books that is.
And as important the mind can be, it is also as fragile. Traumas, intrusive thoughts and many more can change or break it. Testing the foundation of countless shinobi and their Nindō. Naruto Uzumaki is one of such strong way of ninja, everyone who fought with him knew that, bring up something to respect him. Respect his way of facing the world in a heroic and boisterous form so much Naruto-like.
It doesn’t mean the future Hokage was exempted from being doubted, even by himself.
But isn’t that why they followed him? Because even if the world was falling piece by piece, Naruto didn’t give up. Never stopping to save friend or foe, making friendship with those scarred by hate. As long he kept going, things changed.
So what was Shino thinking!?
Lee question internally while running around, looking for his partner. Because this is inside his mind, there is no doubt to it, surely they couldn’t be back to the war which both of them accidentally escaped.
So where is he?
Rock Lee didn’t want to think of his last memory, the one replaying so clearly he could still see in front of him. But he knows that it shouldn’t be left aside, not when Shino almost died. By his own hands.
The wasteland is big, the thunders shaking the air. Shino is here, they share a body so it isn’t unthinkable they also share the mind. Right??
But if he’s not here… No! He’s here!
Lee got a feeling. He instinctively followed it.
Shino’s weak chakra could finally be sensed. The feeling it gives off so much different from his own, waves of sadness and hate. Lee just kept running to the direction he felt it, thinking on what to say, how to help, what to do.
“SHINO!” He scream when the tall and familiar back could be seen. The dark green jacket filled with holes from weapons and jutsus, the hood up to hide Shino’s head and burnt hair, flak jacket pockets so worn out that it wouldn’t be safe to put things inside them. When he turned around, Lee expected to see the cracked sunglasses.
Sharp black eyes face him instead. Expression blank with lines of tiredness.
Taken so aback, the words momentarily died inside his throat.
Shino just averted his gaze after a while, turning his attention to the broken glasses his father gifted him on his hand. It doesn’t have a use anymore, it doesn’t even exist outside of his mind, so why keep it? Because it’s the only memento he have left from another Aburame. From his late father.
But should he keep it? Does he have any right to? Is he still worthy of being part of the Aburame? Is he still Aburame Shino somewhere? Somehow?
“Why did you do that.” Rock Lee whispers. Shino looks up, facing the strongest Taijutsu master of his generation. The hair not in a bowl cut as it once was, now long enough that it curves upward a little. Sleeveless jumpsuit, bandages covering both arms entirely. Gai-sensei flak jacket, much more well kept than his own, as well as the orange leg warmers.
“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” Comes the question again in a shout, lightning striking the ground near them, black round eyes so lost as to get an answer for Shino’s last actions on the outside world. Body tense from the hot blood and temperament from Lee’s personality.
Shino put aside his other questions and self-depreciation remarks together with Shibi sunglasses, facing up to respond his friend.
“I overestimated my competence for the mission. I apologize.”
“What?!” Lee didn’t understand. What does this have anything to do with Shino almost killing himself? And what mission? The one they self established to kill Zetsu?
“I’m jeopardizing the mission. I’m getting in your way Lee.” I almost messed up.
As much as he hates Obito for starting a war, killing his teammates, helping the demise of countless clans and families… The little version of Obito here and now is not the one he wanted to kill. It’s not the one that tried to repay his sins by saving Naruto.
Not the one his other friends also gave their forgiveness.
How could they?
He shouldn’t hold all this loathing and grudge, but Shino also knows that this is how he is. It’s not easy for him to forgive people, maybe only his friends, but it’s still hard.
If it wasn’t for Rock Lee, the hate inside him would have surfaced and possibly endangered those loyal shinobi from Konoha, from his home.
Treason
That word became imprinted inside his head.
Traitor
He labeled himself.
“You will be better without me. I know I’m unstable, not being an ounce of efficiency or rationality in some… Most moments. It is only logical to get rid of what is getting on the way of completing the mission.” A loud thunder echoed for what appear miles of open space. Is this somehow related to having two minds together? There is no way to know, he had never got inside his own mindscape before being shoved in a body together with someone.
Rock Lee opens and close his mouth, so many things he wants to say at the same time. Was that it? Shino feels like a burden?
“You are not a burden, Shino-kun.” Another thunder shake the air, but the wind doesn’t blow. “No one is ever a burden. You’re my friend! I could never leave you behind!”
“I know.” Was the quick answer. Lee frowns. That’s why you tried to leave me yourself?
“Shino, the only way to complete this mission is together. There is no way I can do it alone.” Lee start walking towards his friend, coming face to face with the former Aburame. “We are a Team! Balancing each other weaknesses with our singular strengths, getting through problems together with teamwork and the power of two brains!” The bandaged hands grasp the shoulders of Shino, shaking him a little by the tremors in Rock Lee’s core. Because for him, words have always been hard to get his point through correctly.
Shino close his eyes, a bright lightning striking down and starting a little fire some meters behind him. The worried expression on Lee flashing behind his eyelids.
“I see..” Shino’s shoulders slumped in resignation.
Rock Lee blinks. His heart skipping a beat, as the worry of his words being misinterpreted escape his body for a second. But…
“Shin—“
Lee is shoved away, hands pushing him by the chest with a common move of the gentle fist style. It makes him almost fall to the ground because of how surprised he was.
“Tell me Lee! Why am I the only one with problems!? Am I so little?! So forgettable?! So blind that I can’t see you are being a hypocrite?!”
What!?
Fire engulf their surroundings. Flames burning so high it appears to be a wall from hell. The dark clouds above flash with lightning and thunder, smell of rain in the air.
“You say I don’t talk, but you yourself never say anything at all too! Don’t tell me I’m wrong.” Finished him darkly.
Shino is shaking from the boiling emotions inside him and Lee had to digest what the other is accusing him of. To understand what he did or didn’t do to come to this point.
“I don’t want your pity. I want you to be honest with me.” He inhaled sharply, body shaking from frustration. “Am I really so- so unimportant and disposable that you don’t— Can’t be yourself around me? Am I so broken that I can’t be of help? Aren’t I one of your friends? Have I let you down? ”
“No! You didn’t!” Lee blink many times, his brain overworking to capture what answer he should give to those questions.
Shino is shattering and Rock Lee felt his insides twist from the guilt, finally understanding his hypocrisies.
“I’m sorry.” He said in hope of relieving the anguish threatening to cut his voice from speaking. “I… It wasn’t right to probe you so much that it took you out of your comfort zone when I didn’t.”
Dark dots formed on the hard ground, the rain starting to fall and extinguish the fire around them oh so very slowly. Lee continued after a heartbeat.
“I’m just so used to, well, turn my mirrors around. Somehow it made me stop being truthful with myself and others.” Looking over his callous hands and bandages, a proof of the training he started during childhood of pursuing his hero.
No one had ever taken him seriously. Not until Gai-sensei. And seeing how amazing the man was, even if different from his own friends and the other jōnins, talking with metaphors and about youth- expressing his ideas and beliefs so openly to anyone who would just listen. Few listened at all, but Lee could see that Gai-sensei didn’t bother with it because he was just being himself. Heart open to the world, unafraid of hurting him.
Rock Lee saw in Gai what he for so long wanted to see. Someone like him, who people took as a walking joke- he never was oblivious of the hidden comments or straightforward disregard of his sensei nindō- but at least seen. Accomplished. With friends, a rival, a respected career, a happy life even if a rigorous one.
He wanted that, he craved to be recognized. Not ignored or pushed aside, never good enough for those around him. So if they couldn’t take him seriously, he wouldn’t be serious then. Not on peoples common standards anyway.
So grand was his desire, Lee turned into Gai’s pupil quickly. Some even said him to be the Jōnin carbon copy when in his younger days- or any day where they were together running around the village.
His nindō was the same as Gai. His attire was the same too. The way he spoke? Also copied.
Even his persona.
But he didn’t regret it.
He became what he is now, gained what he looked for and so much more.
Until now, that is.
“I was really terrible, telling you to talk to me of things I myself never talked to you. It’s my fault for not noticing.” He said, facing those black eyes as if it is his lifeline. “Even if you don’t forgive me Shino, I hope you understand it’s not your fault! You’re my friend! You can’t be replaced by anything or anyone!”
Lee took a deep breath, fighting the burning in his eyes that started to hold tears.
“So please, just- don’t leave me alone, okay? I’ll talk and help anyway I can, so please, I beg you selfishly, stay.”
There is a beat of silence before Shino turn his back abruptly to him. With wide eyes, Lee tentatively take a step forward- taking notice of how the knuckles are almost white from Shino’s strength.
Shino is at a loss. Or just a little too hollow, he can’t be sure. Losing part of himself, his family, his words. Hinata took away his confidence when she died and Kiba took what was left of any self esteem in his system, just to bury it with Akamaru. Kurenai-sensei’s death ripped his will for a future, one he saw would be alone without any of his loved ones. Without his team, the family he choose to love so dearly and put so dangerously near his heart...
And maybe that’s why, when they went ahead to the afterlife to leave him behind, a part of his mind broke. The other kept him stable to fight, Naruto gave him a reason to endure just a little longer.
It’s not just a little while longer anymore.
And Shino is sure that, broken as he is, this mission to stop a maniac to resurrect a chakra-god to end the world isn’t for him. He is getting on the way of the only hope left: Rock Lee.
Wasting his time to get Shino together, who in turn almost kill people who don’t need to die for the mission, also hindering Lee’s fighting ability and much more.
Is it really worth keeping me here? Is it the best choice?
His train of thoughts is broken when he’s hugged from behind. Arms wrapped around him, a head rested on his back.
“This isn’t just a mission, Shino.” Lee said, his body tense but firmly holding his friend in place. “It’s a second chance too. Don’t you want to see their smiles again? To redeem our past by creating a better future for them?”
He breath in slow.
“I do.”
The whisper flee his mouth, tears dripping from his face together with water from the rain.
“Then you need to live. Because not only for them, we have a second chance too for ourselves.” Strong arms squeeze him. “And I can’t let you throw that away.”
With one hand raising to hold the white bandaged arms holding him, Shino stop when he feels a presage click inside his head.
With no warning, the ground under them explodes. Terrain going up and sending both shinobi flying away. But having so much experience, they couldn’t call themselves ninja if a landing with this air time couldn’t be made.
Orange comes out of the enormous gap of their mindscape ground. Fur and body resembling that of a gigantic forest animal.
Shino is puzzled by the strange sensation he feels at his very core, looking at his friend and the expression stamped on Lee’s face, he’s not the only one. He could feel… a lot of things. The generalized explanation, a feeling familiar from when he woke up the first time in this world. Something that shouldn’t be here, and yet, familiar.
With a snarl, and claws thrust deep inside the earth to pull himself out of the hole, a fox shows itself.
“Wha—“
“What the fuck is that woman’s problem?!”
Kurama’s annoyed and deep voice echoes and rings inside the humans ears. Both speechless to find a tailed beast here, inside their shared mind, and Naruto’s tenent of all things.
Lee is trying to process, one hand covering his eyes from the rain to look up at the Nine-tails.
Shino can already think of some things that could explain this. None of them making much sense.
“Right, let’s talk bug-boy and green-boy. I don’t have much time, knowing that hothead annoying tomato.”
Kurama red eyes glare at the rain—because why when he unburied himself it was only to get wet?— before turning his attention to the two humans.
“What is happening?!” Lee finally question, to Shino or the Fox he doesn’t know or care.
A strong blow of wind pass them, almost sweeping all of them from the ground.
“Uzumaki Kushina, that’s what’s happening.”
“Kushina! What is happening?!” Minato shouts, startled.
“I don’t know!!” She screams back.
The other konoha shinobi were already a good distance from the couple and the unconscious strange boy. The Genin team being held back by two chunin, for their safety.
It happened after Minato had talked with the Uzumaki to calm her and give a short explanation to the jōnin captain. Namely for Shiro’s sake and to make him more in control of the situation, since he’s the one with more information that could stop anyone from executing the boy. Really, why did Shiro have to threaten them then not long after save his team?
Anyway, on the higher ups request, the Namikaze at least tied up the unconscious teenager with rope, in a way that if he were to wake up and try anything, the others would have a window time for reaction enough to stop any threat. (They had actually wanted him to put some chakra suppression on Shiro, but he had to refuse. The boy already have just enough to live, no jutsu could be made. Not even a D-rank substitution. No need for chakra suppressions.)
After all of that, he planned to put him near a tree for shade and, again, set up a trap if he tried to run away instead of attacking.
But a more important matter appears instead.
When the redhead grabbed Shiro to carry him, she stilled when a flush of chakra ran inside her chakra coils. The Kyuubi inside her seal thrashing around and emanating a strong killing aura, so much it became hard to suppress it. Nothing she wasn’t able to, but still... The Kyuubi is the strongest Tailed Beast for a reason.
What really surprised both of them instead was the black marks that appeared all over Shiro’s body, almost like it is enveloping all pale skin to create a pattern. Minato first thought was if it is some sort of Kekkei genkai, but he didn’t have any knowledge of something like this or a power used when someone was blacked out. Taking a more closer look, the pattern rings some bells inside his head.
Kushina tried to let go of Shiro’s arm, but her hands felt like magnets being pulled towards it. From the small pull, touch almost lost, she felt the presence of a corrosive chakra. One she is very much acquaintance with since her younger days.
A Bijū chakra.
He’s a jinchūriki?!
Helping hands pulled her away from the boy. When the contact was lost, the symbols faded as if they never were there in the first place. She blinked, reaction frozen.
“Seals.” Her boyfriend’s voice came from behind. Turning to face him, Minato had his serious face. But it morphed into a reassuring one when blue eyes noticed her.
What does this imply?
Kushina looks over to the mysterious boy. His face is neutral, as if in dreamless sleep. Is Shiro like her? But then, why did they have to meet like this? Is it normal what happened between them? For the Kyuubi to turn so murderous around another Jinchūriki?
And… Oh, she had too many questions. Suddenly the Uzumaki wanted the boy to wake up just to answer her. Maybe a bucket of water could do that?
“Is everything alright?” Someone shout out to them, both stayed still for too much seconds for the comfort of their comrades.
“Yes!” Minato answer loudly, his students all showing a expression of relief. He then turns to talk with her. “Kushina, I’ll carry them. Could you draw down what you remember from what we saw? We can try to discover what type of seal it is.”
The ponytail swing behind her from the sharp nod, eyes vivid with determination.
She will get her answers.
A Jinchūriki all alone?
She will also help this boy.
He doesn’t deserve that.
Kushina won’t give up. She never does.
Notes:
Ah~ Let me sleep~
Chapter 12: Get going
Notes:
✅ Chapter Beta Read by GuiltyPleasure403
Chapter Text
“Alright, children, I’m almost out of chakra. Time for your questions so don’t waste them.”
The giant body of Kurama shimmered, turning a translucent, showing the truth to his words. He won't be here much longer.
They quickly review the most important parts, sitting side-by-side in front of the Chakra Imprint of the Nine tails. From the weed-extermination plan to the little things that should and shouldn’t happen in this world. At least according to Kurama.
The Aburame is the first to look up.
“You said that your chakra and the seal is what’s keeping us together and that Kushina Uzumaki absorbed part of it, making you appear before leaving. But without your chakra, what will keep the seal from dissolving and separating us?” Shino asks, stone-faced.
“I’m not the only one who created the jutsu, big-brains.” The Bijū huffs. “And seeing how Naruto doesn’t exist yet, you won’t have to worry about the seal for quite some time.” Tails move around, dragging water and dirt. Thank him and his knowledge on human psyche to erase that awful rain.
It's an unnerving answer, but logical, so Shino accepts it with a nod. Because in some way, someday, Naruto will probably appear before them. And that scares Shino, a tremble in his hand a leftover from his nightmare.
“But if the seal disappears or stops working, what will happen to us?” Lee asks next, with a comforting hand on Shino's shoulder.
“I don’t know. ” Comes the sincere but bland explanation. But instead of leaving it at that, looking at their now dreadful expressions, remembering that these two are Naruto’s friends on top of the fact that they are those that will kill that Zetsu-peace-of-shit, Kurama tries to be nicer. So he give a longsuffering sigh. “I know a lot and maybe more. Hence, you two being stuck together is because of the seal. If you somehow manage to change that part, there's a chance you’ll separate into two bodies. But it would be better to ask a Seal-master since I don't have time.”
The two blink. None of them knows Fūinjutsu. Hell, Naruto was the best out of all of them but he’s not here. “Actually he is. Just not yet.” Shino gives Lee a side-eye, not appreciating the joke. The other gives a smile.
“Time is ticking.” The fox warns again.
“You also said not to tell anyone about the future or about ourselves. Why’s that?” Rock Lee tilts his head, as if looking at him from that angle would make the Kitsune more understandable.
“Until you want to change the timeline more than you already have, you can't spill your life stories. It could change so much that you wouldn't have the advantage of your knowledge of the future anymore. And there can’t be two of you during the same time period, remember that, you could create a time-paradox.”
Lee frowns, but leaves it be. Shino looks like he understands, so he’ll just ask him more about it later. Instead he asks Kurama;
“Any suggestions on what to do after killing Zetsu? Or anything important that you think needs to be taken care of before that? Actually, could you tell us something that would make the Bijūs cooperate with us?”
“We don’t have any secret code or anything like that if that’s what you’re asking. But if you tell us you know the difference between Ninjutsu and Ninshū, I can at the very least promise we won’t immediately kill you.”
“And what is the difference?” Because that, Shino honestly doesn’t know. Where did that even come from? Ninshū?
“You can research and discover it yourselves. It’s not like I should have to tell you everything I know.” The giant Kitsune barked. If the one asking was Naruto, maybe he would have explained it to that stupid knucklehead. “It is related to the Rikudō Sennin. See? I even gave you a clue. I can be merciful.” He snorts at the twos exasperated expressions. Messing around with humans is always a good way to stop himself from just using a bijūdama, his claws and his anger to solve his problems.
The Ninetails is almost see-through now. Shino and Lee rises up to their feet in order to properly say goodbye. They may just have seen each others as battling companions or acquaintances, but they're also connected by one bright hope. Kurama made them remember Naruto, even if just a little, simply by talking about him and acknowledging the fact that they've never seen the Uzumaki and Bijū apart. They were Naruto's friends. Even if the blonde wasn’t here, they couldn't disregard disappointment he would have felt if they treated Kurama with less than outmost respect.
“Thank you for all the help you have given us.” Shino bows at the waist and Lee smiles, giving a big thumbs’ up. “Again, I hope you can forgive us for-“
“Argh! Stop repeating yourself!” Kurama lowered his head to push his face close to Shino, eyes squinted and a snarl in his throat. “Don't turn into another Uchiha brat. There is only so much this world can handle.”
A laugh escapes Lee at Shino's obvious offence, so much more vivid than the respectful façade he had put up until now for the Kyuubi. Red slitted eyes turns to him at the sound, the laugh caught in his throat and he quickly straightens his back.
“Try to be a smarter ball of sunshine than Naruto.” Lee nods sharply at the order, an energetic smile on his face and tears in his eyes as he salutes. Kurama chuckles, rising up to his full height. "Make sure to follow our plans. After that, I honestly don’t care what happens or what you do as long as this world's Naruto is safe. But that's not something I needed to remind you of, did I?” The fox smiled fondly whilst reminiscing of that stupid and so easily lovable human, the only one of his kind he would die for. His friend.
And that's how he departed. Disappearing as if his presence was only a summer breeze. Centuries of memories dissipating like snow welcoming spring, never to be remembered again. Because this time, Kurama won’t reform himself. He will truly be gone. But that isn’t reason enough for him to be sad, so he lets Shino and Lee's last image of him be that stupid smile Naruto taught him.
A gentle wind blows, warming the two standing in the middle of nothing. The calm is welcoming, a little peace of mind, just enough for the surroundings to burst with grass and cover the wrecked ground. No rain clouds, no signs of battle.
Shino smiles, the weight on his shoulders becoming lighter.
Rock Lee breaths in, feeling invigorated.
“Do you also think we just had a therapeutic talk with Kurama-san?”
Shino laughs and so does Lee. Because it does feel good to talk it out, speak what they need to say and ask questions they couldn’t answer themselves.
And to know, that even if this all started with an accident, it isn’t so bad. Doesn’t need to be bad. They don’t have to feel bad.
It’s comforting.
The rising sun appeared between the clouds of the vast sky. Bright rays of sunlight waking up those who had slept through the night and signaling for the nocturnals ones to go rest, for a new day had started.
With the light hitting his face when the sun peeked through the leaves, Shiro stirred. Eyes tearing up from the discomfort of directly looking at the sun made him close his eyes against it again. Blinking, Shiro took his time to adjust his vision and look around. His senses told him that there was no danger creeping around so it was a surprise to see a man sitting not far away from him. His hands twitched, making him aware that they were both tied up behind him. A little numb since his body was pressing them against the tree for support to stay seated up.
Shino frowned, his sensory skills had never been wrong, so to miss someone so close. At least his presence wasn't obvious, maybe intentionally hidden. But, then again, there was the other fact that he should always consider from now on: he didn’t have his Kikaichū. I miss them…
“Good morning.” Namikaze Minato says from the tree he’s resting against, six meters away from the boy, quickly folding some experimental sealing scrolls where his scrambled thoughts and hypothesis’s were written.
Shino hadn't been a morning person before the war, and feeling all his muscles aching didn’t help his mood. So;
“Good Morning!” Lee responds the greeting with a shiny smile, voice croaking and throat dry. Well, the last time they had a meal was before…
Minato was puzzled by the rapid turn of emotions on the teenagers face. So bright to a somber one in seconds, as if he remembered something. Getting off the ground, Minato approach Shiro with slow and noisy steps. Trying his best to convey the feeling that he’s not a sneaking shinobi looking for a chance to strike.
“You must be thirsty.” He takes the canteen of water he prepared beforehand from one of his pockets, drinking a little to show it wasn’t poisoned. “You were out for quite some time, but it’s good to see you up earlier than expected!”
Minato chuckle to himself, helping Shiro drink everything. The boy didn’t even bat an eye to a stranger— Possibly an enemy— who knocked him out in the first place. The boy isn’t so innocent to think a ninja wouldn’t try to poison him, so where is all this trust on him coming from?
“Thanks!” Lee said after the awful feeling of being dehydrated had left. Now he could take note of the other prominent feeling; hunger. Shino thought that they could endure more time without eating, but Rock Lee just shook his head. We need to take better care of this new body, remember?
Shino just grumbled under his breath. Maybe something about fast metabolism or rapid spurt growth. But their attention went back to the third person here when Minato sat in front of them, far away enough that they could talk but not close enough to be kicked if Shiro tried to.
“Well, our first two encounters weren’t the best, so how about we start over? Namikaze Minato, Jōnin Of Konohagakure, happy to make your acquaintance.” He gave a wave, noting that holding out a hand for a handshake would be rude in this situation. Black eyes just blinked, remembering someone who looks too much like the friendly figure.
“Shiro.” Shino responded, trying to sound as resistant as possible, because he was as confident that an interrogation were to come as he was sure that Rock Lee likes the color green.
Minato doesn’t inquire about a family name or from where he’s from, taking that the boy may have his reasons to hide them… Or not have them at all. With the war going on, many has lost their families and homes. He smiled kindly towards Shiro.
“I have some questions that I need you to answer.” His statement was met with a blank stare from Shino while Lee focused on releasing the tension in their shoulders, moving to a more comfortable position in preparation. “But before that, thank you for helping those Genin yesterday and not hurting Uchiha-san those weeks ago.”
“No problem! We would never hurt someone from Konoha.” Lee tells him with the sincerity of a fellow Konoha Shinobi. Which Minato notes as something that is probably related to the kids past. Could be that he knows someone from the village? Maybe the people who worked at the orphanage?
“With the exception of four. Three!” Shino frowned at his companion’s correction. Uchiha Obito didn’t do anything wrong here! Right. Sorry.
Minato arched one eyebrow at that. Firstly, because of the two clearly different speech patterns. Seeing the two chakra signatures lively inside Shiro. Secondly, because those two different personalities speak to one another as if they were two different people. Even with what Yamanaka-san had said before, Minato still thinks it's strange watching two distinct individuals but only seeing one body. Hearing one voice.
Pushing aside that strange feeling, as well as the oddity of exceptions to the No-hurting-people-from-Konoha-promise, Minato asked his second, more important, and definitely more intriguing question:
“We?”
Shiro’s face definitely went blank again, as if he had frozen in place. His gaze felt like it passed through Minato and his wide eyes made him look quite frantic, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.
"Well, you know, we . Me and, uh, myself?" Lee tried to speak as much truth as possible while keeping his promise to Kurama. He had been very clear on the Do-Not-Tell order. Lee remembered that he still had to ask Shino more about paradoxes to understand more, but he had understood that it was a bad idea to spill any pieces of the future, because then the future they know might not happen.
Shino decides to step up then, noting how bad Lee is at lying.
"It doesn't matter. What do you want, exactly? Be straightforward or just let us go. Why? We have things to do that does not involve you. Moreover, you do not have any other reason to keep us." Well, maybe he did, definitely, but Shino chose to ignore that and infused his words with as much conviction as he could, hoping to convince the future Hokage to free them.
When Shiro finishes his little speech - Minato swears the boy would cross his arms if they weren't tied up - the boy looks up at him with the kind of intensity he's only seen on his Academy teachers, the one daring him to call him out on his wrong, both of them knowing he is. At least he isn't being smug about it.
And sure, he could do what Shiro says and shoot all of his questions at once, the ones about the seal making his brain tickle at the prospect of learning, but , if he does that, there's a chance the boy will lie or just not answer, precaution building even more walls around the boy being the last thing that he wants.
"I could untie you, but I'm afraid you'll run, and in your state that would not be a great idea." The blonde concentrated his senses and noted once again the boys low chakra levels. Plus, the fact that Rin, after using an Iryō Ninjutsu on him, stated that his muscles were tearing apart. It couldn't have been just because of the opened gates he used to kill that Iwa-nin, so he speculates that the boy must have had a fight even before coming here.
It was at that moment, before Shino could list their reasons not to run, that they felt people approaching them.
Minato smiles at them before turning towards where he can already see the beautiful bright red heading their way. The sunrays making it seem like fire in the surrounding greenery.
“Aw! You’re awake! Damn it, now I’ve been carrying this around for nothing” Kushina’s figure appears from behind the forest vegetation with a bucket of water in her left hand. Seeing him awake made her wistful about her failed prank. Seeing how dirty he was, however, she decided to go on with it anyway.
“Good morning, Minato-sensei!” Comes Rin’s voice, following the other kunoichi, waving lively towards him and Shiro. Calming a little when their eyes meet, suddenly shy.
“We brought breakfast for you…” Obito started with his usually boisterous voice, this time quickly dying down when he sees the teenager that sent cold shivers down his spine. The simple box he had with him for his sensei gripped tightly.
Shino looked away from the Uchiha, not sure he’d be able to stop his bloodlust from terrifying the not-murderous-war-maniac Obito.
Kakashi was the last to show. His eyes judgingly assessing the unknown ninja, his silence conveying more than words; I don’t trust you. And really, why does his sensei have to sit so close to their potential enemy?
Shiro groaned, the back of his head hitting the tree and looking very interested at the part of the forest void of any people.
I really want to just let an earth jutsu swallow me into the ground.
Shino, we already talked about trying to kill oneself. Please, don’t.
What a terrible morning.
Chapter 13: Nemesis
Summary:
Because there aren’t only good consequences.
Chapter Text
“Those bastards from Konoha keep killing us in our territory! With all due respect Tsuchikage-sama, if you don’t make a more aggressive approach to repel them, those vermins will keep coming back!” The brunette kunoichi slammed her hands down on the table, forgetting her position as the anger took over her whole body.
Her leader kept staring as if he wasn’t seeing anything new. He couldn’t keep track of the number of people in Iwa that had the same view as the one in front of him, but he surely could count on his fingers the number with the same audacity this subordinate is showing right now.
“Iwasawa Natsuki, I would expect you to know that war isn’t fought only with weapons and Jutsus.” The man started, trying to be patient. “If that is all that you came to say, then leave. I do not have the time to listen to your frustrations and unreasonable ideas.”
“But Tsuchikage-sama! It’s not unre-“
“I’ll overlook your previous attempt to tell me how to run the village. Now leave. That’s an order.” The man squinted his eyes to slits, showing his annoyance towards the woman.
The young Kunoichi straightens up, her emotions put at bay at the cost of a now bleeding hand. Nails digging into the inside of her palms, trembling with the force she's using, but besides that, her face goes blank. A ninja has to be in control of their emotions, furthermore a Jōnin like her.
“Hai.”
With that said, she used a shunshin as a getaway. Natsuki could care less if she owed an apology for her hot-headed behavior, more than that, she didn’t owe that old hag shit. He stays there, behind his table, while everyone she knows is on the frontline of this war that he is commanding.
With a feral growl, she runs through her village. The hot stones under her shoes and the dirt in the air, the one she is so used to, making her run without thinking, a familiar route that is imbued in the back of her mind automatically picked.
“And there is just the fact that he didn’t listen to Deidara too. Who in their right mind overlooks an unknown figure that almost kills nine people on their own? That son of a bitch! If I could, I’d hunt him down myself!” She gets reprimanded for her loud cursing by parents accompanying children. She just sends a middle finger their way and continues hopping from stone to stone.
“Are all the Kages this unreliable? Even a blind man’s testimony is more trustworthy than their words it seems.” She laughs at her analogy, brown eyes finally looking over the village she keeps fighting for. And for the first time, she asks herself why.
This place never gave anything back for all the selfless services she had given. The training she got was barely above average, her teammates and herself never really bonded. She's where she is thanks to years of experience killing people and her quick thinking. So many missions accomplished for a handful of coins that would be then spent on weapons and clothes for even more missions. It became a vicious cycle and she hadn’t noticed before. Such is the life of a ninja.
The only good thing in this hard and cold place was her kouhai. And he died on the last mission, not even a funeral could be made. His name was just written together with dozens of others in the memorial hall. And just like paint, it will disappear sooner or later.
“Mother fuckers.” Natsuki understood that her blaming Iwagakure is possibly because she didn’t see the face of the demon that killed her team and tormented Deidara’s dreams. He was the one to blame, but she can’t vent if she can’t punch him. Kill him. There, a good enough excuse for not giving a fuck about Iwa right now.
Her legs stop. Her anger dissipates. Her gaze hesitated for a second, but with a deep breath in, her hazel eyes look up. This is the tiny training ground she would use, not for her practice but the lessons she would occasionally give. If she stayed long enough, the silhouette of that little brat she practically raised would appear. The ground barren of any grass, some rocks left after someone practiced an earth Jutsu… Iwasawa cursed under her breath, again, for being so sentimental about a damn place like this.
That’s it? Is she just another average ninja that will die in battle? Another victim of war and pawn of it? When she got the rank of captain for the first time on a frontline team, Natsuki was sure she would be different than the others and protect her subordinates. But she was maybe even worse because the only survivors of her platoon were herself and the medic-nin. What’s more, now she owes him her life. Dragged back home, like a useless kunoichi.
Always trying to be better, always reaching her limits. But there is only so much a ninja from a civilian background can do, between geniuses and clans with power inside their blood… Why did she ever think she would be anything but a meat shield?
“Jōnin of Iwagakure. What a joke.” Taking her hitai-ate from her head, Natsuki looks at herself in the reflection. Her eyes. Her mouth. Her hair. Everything screams that she is nothing compared to the others. Someone from the backstage, someone you don’t glance two times when passing by. A nobody .
The grip tightening and her face frown with disgust, there isn’t anything passing inside her head when she throws the symbol of her village to the ground. Just disgust.
Her ears then detect a sound. Very faint, coming from behind. She turns rapidly in a battle stance, kunai in hand within seconds.
It’s just another Iwa-nin.
“Are you crazy?! Never sneak up behind someone like that you knucklehead! Or have you forgotten we are at war?!”
The guy ignores her loud mouth and just raises one eyebrow. He seems familiar, maybe someone she saw today when she left to see the Tsuchikage. But whatever, who cares?
Turning her side to the ninja, Natsuki picks up the forehead protector from the ground. It’s a little dirty now, with some added blood from her hands, but for her, it will always be dirtier now. Almost sickening.
“The Tsuchikage didn’t listen to you either, I assume. With the way things are going, is it even worth fighting for him?” The stranger said in what seemed to be a tired voice but a little melodious, like he wasn’t impressed.
“I don’t fucking know. Why are you asking me that? Can’t answer your rhetorical questions yourself?” She snaps, not wanting to think about that. If she starts thinking, Natsuki knows it won’t end well.
“Ah, I’ve tried. But I feel that you and I are thinking about the same things. Seeing how angry you are with him… and that you haven’t put your hitai-ate back.”
Iwasawa's right foot flinched backward, a tick announcing her guilt, one that has stayed with her since childhood. Her eyes narrow, taking the appearance of this guy. Plain dark hair and black eyes, standard chunin clothes…
“What? So just because we’re both without the headband you think we’re the same? Are you stupid or something?” With a huff she crosses her arms, trying to intimidate the man. In vain, seeing how she’s bad at faking her emotions. And right now, Natsuki is very uncomfortable about this stranger getting under her skin and prickling her thoughts like a mind reader.
“No. I’m just thinking that it would be better doing things my way, with my own hands. And I know you’re thinking the same thing.” The sharp teeth that appear with the smug smile are the only thing odd about him, other than openly talking about treason.
But her reply dies inside her head. She would be lying if contesting that last statement, and one thing she doesn’t do is lie. For the life of her, she would never spill falsehood unless for a mission.
“Very bold of you to say things like that so openly. What if someone attacked you for those treacherous words?” Her gaze shifts ever so slightly to her surroundings. No other chakra can be sensed around them, but the special unit of Iwa is very good at masking their presence, making her wary.
“And yet, here I am, untouched.” The ninja pointed at himself with both hands. But his eyes were also pointing at her, showing that her words were very flat if they considered that Natsuki didn’t move.
Both ninjas stay still, watching one another in tense silence. Iwasawa’s brain running with thoughts and predictions, but it is the other who speaks first.
“The last platoon that arrived spoke about their fight. I couldn't help but overhear that a strange boy matching Deidara’s description appeared.” The man turns, showing no signs of seeing the woman’s eyes widen in surprise. “What is even stranger though, is that he didn’t kill anyone. And showed signs of insanity.”
“What?” The question came from behind gritted teeth. Natsuki, in all her resurfacing rage, couldn’t see the way the man’s cheeks smiled before vanishing when he turned around to face her again.
“I’ve read your mission report, but ignoring the fact it was a tragic incident, I ask myself if it wasn’t intentional?”
A kunai nails the ground beside him, missing him by a hair.
“Watch your damn mouth.” The words are spit with venom. Natsuki takes another kunai from her pouch, eyes wide and wild while her murderous intent increased, almost making her look feral. “Explain now or I promise I’ll make your guts see the sunlight in seconds!”
The man chuckles, not at all helping the livid women calm down.
“If you think about it, why would that ninja try to kill everyone and then refuse to kill anyone later on? A very peculiar behavior, unless it was planned.” Walking slowly towards Iwasawa, he continues with the monologue.
“Maybe killing your team was, how do you say it, well, merely a strength evaluation? And now, seeing how Iwa isn’t even a challenge, he won't bother killing us anymore?” He almost smiled when he noticed the mad glint in Natsuki's eyes. But keeping his solemn face, he kept adding fuel to that fire.
“Seeing you and everyone else as just specks of dust. Or the garbage that lingers around on the street, waiting to be picked up and thrown away… and he feels himself above doing that.”
The girl was shaking, her vision already red from the boiling emotions inside her. Killing intent so vicious it would make a genin faint.
“That son of a bitch! Curse him! I’ll crush his bones and bury him across the nations! No! I WILL MAKE HIM PLEAD ON HIS KNEES FOR FORGIVENESS! HE WILL DIE BY MY OWN HANDS!”
The infused chakra under her feet made the ground tremble and crack, fissures deep and long, extending from her like hungry vines of the forests.
A very cheerful laugh breaks her wonderful visage of vengeance. Looking up to face him, the nin has a gleeful expression.
“Yes, yes! And I want to help you do that. Don’t doubt me please, I indeed want that little prick gone. He’s something that needs to be dealt with soon, and if we are the only ones who can see that, why don’t we help each other?”
That happy voice made Natsuki narrow her eyes, did she read his personality wrong or was he this psychotic all along? Oh, but who cares! As long as he isn’t deceiving her it doesn’t matter if he’s a little bloodthirsty. After all, who is she to judge when her fingers twitch in excitement, mind a frenzy when imagining the things she wants to do with her kouhai’s killer.
Putting away her weapon, Iwasawa smile with glee to her company.
“Deal. That is, if you have a plan to get us outside? With how strict the gates are and everyone on edge for spies, it will be a hard task.”
“Oh, believe me, I always have a plan. I’ll just need your cooperation, and perhaps, a little favor I will have to pay for later?” With one hand extended, the stranger shows his side of this distorted bargain of common interests, his willingness to do what will taint their names forever. But for Natsuki, Iwagakure already tainted her long ago.
She grasps his hand, her stare never leaving those dark eyes. This is it, an agreement and a contract. An Alliance.
“Whatever. Just make this work. And I’ll leave this clear, if you double-cross me or betray your words, I will make sure to drag you down with me.” The chilling cold words, spoken softly if compared with her normal volume, didn’t pry any reaction from him. He just hummed in acknowledgment.
Breaking the hold, crossing her arms again and looking him up and down, Natsuki noticed something off.
“Did I get your name? You said you read my report so you’re familiar with me, but I can’t say the same.”
He laughed again.
“I’m Zetsu. I'll enjoy our time together, Ms. Iwasawa.”
Notes:
The story won’t focus too much on this anti-villain, let’s just say they are the bridge to connect our protagonists to the villain.
Chapter 14: More time; Wasted time
Chapter Text
Shiro was brought back to reality from his thoughts as soon as the water hit his head, slowly the bucket in the redhead's hands being emptied, making him drenched.
“There! At least some of the dirt was washed away.” Kushina said happily, even if the kid is sending her a very incredulous look. His attention is needed, not much about preventing him from thinking of a way to escape and more on the side of Minato and her questions needing answers.
There was also a drive to wash away the still tainted blood on Shiro’s face, but knowing how feisty some shinobi can get if you trespass their comfort zone, Kushina let it stay that way. Even if it felt wrong seeing a young face tainted with someone’s blood.
“Unbelievable.” The teenager muttered, shaking his head to take off some water from his sulking hair. His eyes turned to Minato, the man enjoying the food little Uchiha had brought and made small talk about the morning activities they did in his absence. His students are facing him, but all of them still eyeing Shiro, each one differently.
Kakashi, very different from what both Shino and Lee had expected, isn’t showing any laziness. Quite the contrary, this version of Naruto’s Sensei is very alert and prepared. His eyes never leaving the sitting form of Shiro, hands-on the ready on top of his little kunai pouch. And yet, somehow, the talking group still included him as if he was talking with them.
Obito, on the other hand, didn’t face them directly at all. His face always towards his teacher or the girl near him, sending some rapid glances towards them. When Shino cough him doing that, the Uchiha immediately looked away and ducked his head a little in obvious fear.
“Crybaby.”
“Shut up Bakashi!”
“Come on guys, don’t start a fight now. Your wounds will reopen.”
The girl, a medic-nin in training it seems, is the more reasonable and likeable for Shino. Not only does she have some sense inside her head and appears to be an easygoing kunoichi, but she is the least to worry for now. Lee sees young Sakura for a moment in her, but he dismisses it quickly.
From what they know she isn’t a genius like Kakashi or the Yondaime, or so strong like Uzumaki Kushina, or have a dōjutsu like the Uchiha.
Rin is just what people expect from a Genin with a civilian background. Even if in contrast, her death is directly connected with the world’s possible end. At least to a once upon future Shiro had seen.
And she is very nice! She doesn’t look weird at us like her teammates!
Yes, she’s nice. In someway. The easiest to deal with if we plan to escape.
Taking note of how the trio held themselves, the body language easier to read and more reliable than Minato and Kushina, Shino could take note of how they were slightly tense because of their presence. It will be easy to scare them, then to deal with Namikaze-san who is the fastest or Uzumaki-san who is probably just as strong…
“I know what you’re thinking. Stop it. Underestimating us will only give you stupid ideas.” The auburn hair waved when the woman sat beside the children, a cheeky grin on her face that made Shino’s heart squeeze.
She… Naruto had her smile all this time.
He had to look away. Talking to Minato was already not an easy task, his hair and eyes remember him too much of Naruto. But at least Shino can force himself to recognize him as the Yondaime Hokage, the legendary Yellow Flash from history books he had read in the academy.
Uzumaki Kushina, well, he can’t face her as anything but being Naruto’s mother. Her way of speaking, how she acts so boisterous and full of life.
Naruto should’ve been here, to finally meet her. What have I done…
Shino doesn’t know how it is to grow up alone without a family when he himself had his clan always watching over him. And the pain of losing his parents is immeasurable, so what it is to never get to know them before they die?
I don’t think it’s… I, well, to know you were loved is already a big thing! And Shino, Naruto had talked to his parents before. Remember how he always said to be their legacy? He loved them and they loved him back, even after death.
With a shaking breath, Shiro calms down his restless nerves. Looking up again, he faces the staring Uzumaki. The once cheeky smile replaced by thin pressed lips and somehow, he saw the worry in her eyes. But since Kushina didn’t know them, it could only mean she was pitying their apparent madness. Just like those villagers from Kusa.
Shiro's loud sigh captured everyone's attention.
“What do you want from me? Surely, if you hadn’t let me go until now, then you want something from me? You already gave me your thanks for saving the kids, I accepted it.”
“Hey! We aren’t kids!” Obito snarled, all the emotions inside him making the Uchiha jumpy and interrupting Shino. Even if his voice almost cracked.
Kakashi made a face before telling his teammate to shut up. Another fight started. Rin not so sure how to stop them again.
Ignoring that mess as it seems Kushina is the one to quell the situation, Shiro looks towards Minato expecting an answer.
“Well…” The blonde starts, his quick glance at the boys make them quiet down after his girlfriend smacked their heads. “Could you start telling me how you came to know the people that lived here at the orphanage?” Specifically, after you said to be leaving the territory behind.
“They sheltered u- me! We stayed for a little bit to recover and then left, sometime later we had our fight together with Uchiha-san and Hyūga-san.”
“And those things you said to be doing afterwards. Are they involved? Or perhaps something happened for you to come running here?”
Shiro looks away, eyes shifting as he thought on what to answer. How much can they tell? How much should they tell? If Minato is anything like Naruto, this man is also the heroic type with a strong sense of justice. Getting him involved now with Madara is risky. Both Shino and Lee don’t want to get Naruto’s father in a life and death situation.
“I think someone is after me,” Shino said softly, looking between the two Jōnins. “Seeing how the civilians of Kusa I was protecting were murdered by Konoha Shinobi with no reason whatsoever.”
Minato frowns at that and so does everyone else. Kushina even looks shocked or angry about the accusation.
“In war, every bond you have can be turned against you,” Shiro said as if he had lived through years of warfare. Shaking his head, he continues a little less solemn. “When we concluded that those people died because of us, we didn’t think straight and just ran to the orphanage fearing the worst. After sensing ninjas and not the chakra of our friends, I admit we panicked a little.”
“Liar! No one from Konoha would just kill innocent people like that! And if someone is after you, well, maybe they have their reasons seeing how you are crazy and stuff.”
Kushina slaps the back of Obito’s head. “You can’t say things like that! Calm down or you’ll go back to the camp.”
Minato took a deep breath. Maybe his team isn’t as ready as he thought they were to learn simple interrogation skills. Obito is already blindly defending one side, Rin doesn’t look to be handling her emotions too well and Kakashi…
“Minato sensei, we still have the opportunity to dispose of him.” He looks ready to kill Shiro, accepting that every enemy is fated to the blade.
“Hey, I answered your question. Satisfied enough to let me go?”
Shino was expecting a headache from so much shouting Obito is giving this early in the morning, humour getting very bad honestly. Time is something he shouldn’t be wasting and the clock ticking inside his head gave even more anxiety to just get up and run, recover on his own for a day and then continue his search for Madara’s hideout. Possibly even look for tracks left behind by Zetsu.
Calm down Shino. We have plenty of time, remember? And it’s good to be around people like this, we can trust them to be safe for now. Moreover;
“As I said before, your body is in no condition for you to strain it by running away.”
This body has priorities too.
Giving a suffering sigh, Shiro rests his head again against the tree.
Prisoners of Yondaime Hokage. Is this a once in a lifetime achievement?
“You also didn’t say why you’re so worked up to go. We got the part you were worried when coming here, but what is the reason to leave then? Just because someone is after you?” Kushina pushes her questions one after the other while holding the little Uchiha under her arm in a chokehold. “No, if you ran because you thought your friends were in danger then you wouldn’t run away from the danger. Then you are after it, right? Someone else is also in danger? Still can’t believe is someone from Konoha. Do you have any proof?”
“If you want any solid proof, then you can go search the bodies yourself.” Shino spat, angry. He is really uncomfortable around these people, somehow the buzzing inside his head whispering to him that he can’t pull Naruto’s parents into this. For all their power, Madara is sly and so is Zetsu, Shino can’t risk getting Kushina or Minato on their sights.
“No, forget it. Why are you so invested into this anyway? You should be thinking about what’s better for your village and not worrying about someone like us. I gave the information you wanted, now are you going to kill me or let me go?”
Lee is surprised by how thin his partner’s patient has become. But he understands how on edge Shino is, having to face the parents of the friend he thinks to have failed to protect. He is on the same page about not endangering them, but pushing those who could help them isn’t so smart. They need all the help they can have, and to have the future Hokage to understand them… There could be a time in the future where the two of them could set foot on the village. To walk back home.
“Shiro, we won’t kill you.” Minato clarify, making Kakashi stop reaching out for a kunai. “I can see you don’t want to harm us, or anyone if I may say. Maybe I’m overstepping boundaries when I say I’m a bit worried for you.” His students all turned to him, surprised at how sincere Minato is. “So I will make a deal: I will set you free from the bindings but you won’t run away. Instead, you’ll stay here until you’ve recovered, in exchange we won’t force you to comply with our every question and also treat your wounds.”
“But, you already treated my wounds?” Lee could feel the lingering feeling of Iryō ninjutsu on the body. A feeling he came to recognize after being under the caring hands of Sakura so many times.
Minato smile, an unbearable glee coming from him in waves. Shino understood what the man meant even if he didn’t use words.
Shiro mulls this over inside his head, concluding that this is better than having to run away from the Yellow Flash. Sighting in resignation he nods in agreement, the satisfied smile Namikaze-san gives them makes their heart ache .
Everyone stands up when Minato goes to cut the rope, ready to subdue the young man if he makes a run to the forest. To everyone’s relief, Shiro sat back down after being freed, massaging his wrists to help the flow of blood again. His black eyes scanned those around him, hiding the fact that he was actually eyeing the surrounding and where to run as soon as he had a reason to.
“Okay, shoot your questions.”
To his surprise, Rin is fast to put her hand up. She looks cute like an academy student, but her eyes didn’t give away anything. She is really trying to seem like an interrogator. With a simple nod from Shiro, she asked.
“Why do you have two different chakra cores? And how do you use them?”
Rin blinks innocently, making Minato smile. Underneath he hoped to get an actual answer to that since he himself couldn’t ask so sweetly like the girl. At least Shiro could see she didn’t ask with malicious intent, but as a child’s curiosity for the strange.
“Because there is two different people inside this body!” Lee answer energetic, happy to be sincere about something. He felt Shino internally sigh. “What? I didn’t say anything wrong.” To his logic, having two of the best seal masters Konoha has ever had acknowledge their circumstance, maybe they could get help with their seal problem.
True to itself, this information wouldn’t incriminate them as a time traveller or being from the future. But Shino, seeing the expressions around him, though this could have been handled much better. It’s awkward, having so much attention like this and not even being his fault.
“Are you sure you’re not just crazy?” Obito eyed him dubiously, getting some courage to talk after placing himself near Kushina. The woman, in her sound mind after what the boy said, also asked something.
“What are your names then?”
It was blurted out, with no filter and no holding back. Only after seeing Shiro face away from her did Kushina feel a bit of shame for probing about something he was uncomfortable answering. But she is sure, these two wouldn’t be calling after one another with the same name.
“Just call us Shiro, it’s fine as it is.” Came the response from Shino. They can’t tell their real names, it is a bit risky, especially for him since his father is acquaintance with Minato. Yes, he remembers his dad telling him how the Fourth Hokage was when he asked after an academy history class. To Shino, it comes down to a simple phrase now: If one is not sure telling its name will change the future, then don’t say it. Simple and fitting to his situation.
“Kuro,” Kushina said, trying the name out loud.
“What?” Shino was at a lost here.
“One of you is Shiro, the other one can be Kuro. If I’m talking to different people, I can’t call them by the same name! It would be the same as calling out to everyone with ‘you’ all the time. It’s rude, y'know?” She nods, sure of herself. As if explaining a philosophy about everyday life, or in this case, everyday politeness.
“Oh! I like it! I’ll be Kuro then!” Lee raised his fist in a familiar motion and posing. “Kuro the wild beast, bringing righteousness to the world!” The sun shone down at him, almost like an extravagant painting highlighting his form.
Shortly after the strange occurrence and the silence that stretched after, the boy facepalmed with both of his hands in shame. Minato could see the ears burning pink. It only aggravated when their stomach also proclaimed to the world something, and that is the boy- boys?- hunger.
Just as Minato thought to give them a ration bar, he sensed a familiar chakra coming from the camp and approaching in a hurried pace. It could only be someone wanting to talk to him or Kushina, seeing as the captain in charge here granted him permission to take care of the ‘prisoner’. While his girlfriend started to talk to the teenager, Minato decide to step out a little so he could meet in a more private space the man he could already see closing in.
“Namikaze-san, a message came from the Hokage.” The chunin cut the pleasantries, a worried expression on his face. He wasn’t here before the recent fight with Iwa, so it could only mean that Hiruzen sent someone from the village to deliver the missive faster than the message birds. In conclusion, it’s something very urgent and of high importance.
Blue eyes quickly scanned the people behind him. It seems Kushina is keeping their attention for now, but the Namikaze could see how Kakashi caught his stare. With a smile, he turned back to the messenger nin. The man only glanced to the group before giving the blond a scroll, a red string wrapping it signifying the need to burn it after reading the contents inside. Minato dismisses him, not wasting much time to read once the ninja walked away.
“Minato, return to Konoha immediately. You are to be summoned to my office as soon as you set foot inside the village. It seems like I found a parasite between the tree leaves.”
So there really is a spy among them. If he didn’t know better, Minato is the one who will have to capture or kill them. There is no time he can waste, every minute passing could be information about their battalions being sent to the enemy. There is also the probability that it’s not just one person giving away information about Konoha but a group.
Making the tiger hand seal, the scroll burn and disappear on the wind. Minato wanted to discover the connection between Shiro and the toad’s prophecy, what can save the world and stop this war or to at least confirm he’s the student from Jiraiya’s prophecy who will change the world. Minato has little doubt about that, seeing how many times he already encountered the boy. And that strange seal on him, if only Minato had more time to see and decipher it. That could in all likelihood give him some answers for the many questions he has.
But before anything, he is a Jōnin of Konoha. The Hokage, his village, need him to leave Shiro and go back now. A little frustrating, or some awful feeling alike, but he can’t ignore it. He can only hope the next time meeting with Shiro isn’t accompanied with another fight.
Kushina and Kakashi didn’t like when he said that Shiro was free to go. Obito and Rin appeared a bit confused, looking between the two adults for a reason why. It was long after the strange boy fled that he explained the need to return, that he has been summoned by the Hokage. Kushina wanted to insist on going after those two young souls, something inside her telling they wouldn’t be safe on their own. She knew it was over-emotional and that her security as a jinchuuriki needs to be counted as well. But it felt wrong.
For once, the tailed beast inside agreed with her.
Notes:
So, let me explain myself.
My motivation to write this story slowly died because of my personal life. But what really made me unmotivated was losing all my notes and the story-line I had written on a notebook when I moved from my previous house. Yes, it was my fault. And I’m really sorry to all of those who kept visiting this story for an update until now. I’m ashamed for not even leaving a chapter note to warn you readers or something.Well, bless the soul of whoever deity came to help me. But I found the notebook after so long! More than happy, I’m relieved. I found enough strength to face you guys and finally sit down to finish chapter 14 after months of not touching it. My writing must have changed a little, so you will probably notice when the fresh words start.
On the other hand, I can’t promise to keep posting chapter after chapter as I once could. My life changed a lot since back then, I hope you people understand this is a hobby and that I’m sharing my happiness for writing with all of you.
Thank you for your time!
(Also, now we are at 400 kudos? Omg, I love all of you, my dear readers. Thank you so much for spreading love and helping me see that this story is loved.)
Chapter 15: Layers
Summary:
Konoha is a tree, whether you like it or not.
Notes:
Do you guys believe in reincarnation? Or in resurrection? I've been thinking about that; These past months have been so bad.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Adjusting her glasses again, Nonō observed the Hokage for the third time since she entered his office. He looked tired, as expected from someone leading a hidden village during the circumstances of the Fire Country and nations around. But there is something under that fatigue, something like paranoia or distress that makes the man pay half of his attention to what she is saying.
”If those items I solicited from the educational management can be provided, there won't be any problems we can not resolve in the foreseeable future by ourselves, Hokage-sama.” She requests again, her resolution bringing a spark to her green eyes. Nonō didn't wait five days for her appointment with Sarutobi Hiruzen to end up empty-handed.
The man in question takes his gaze away from the form she provided, mostly specifying what she needed to settle the children brought into the village, and lock eyes with her for a brief moment before closing them and humming.
”I understand your worries, Yakushi-san. But there is so much I can do, these are harsh times we are all living through.”
She nods, eyes flickering to the piles of paper all around the room. Maybe, somewhere inside her heart, the maiden pitied Konoha’s leader.
”I will see that you are provided with the urgently needed support to stay in Konoha; A emptied structure to shelter the young ones and regular provisions for food as well. Seeing as this will be officially another orphanage, I'll have someone help redistribute furniture and other listed needs from your request.”
Pencil in hand, Hiruzen works to put into paper what he dictated to her as his final decision. Nonō can feel her shoulders loosen a bit, some of her stress leaving her body.
”Thank you, Hokage-sama. I will work hard to repay your compassionate aid for us.” She bows low even while sitting, respect and appreciation glowing from her features.
Smiling, Hiruzen’s answer for her pledge is halted by a knock on the door. Standing up a second after the Hokage, Yakushi watches who enters after they are authorized by the man.
It's Hokage's secretary, a civilian woman.
”Hokage-sama, Namikaze-san is here to see you.”
”Please, let him in.” There is relief in his tone when answering her. ”Yakushi-san, if any other hardship appears before you, please do not hesitate to inform the educational and public management.”
With that as her cue to leave, she bows again in acknowledgement and leaves the office as a blond shinobi enters, a redhead not too far forcing herself past the secretary.
Her footsteps are light, carrying her outside the tower into the gentle light of the afternoon with a greater mood than when she had entered.
There is still some time before the shops close, so she decides to explore the village streets before returning to her wards.
In a moment of distraction, thinking about Kabuto wearing her old round eyeglasses, she bumps into somebody.
”Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going.” The man apologises in a stiff tone. Looking up at his tinted dark glasses, Yakushi gently smiles in understanding.
”It’s okay, it looked like you were thinking hard about something.”
The hooded man nods, posture slacking and arms crossing. People passed by them, brief curious glances assessing them both.
”I have a mission at 0330 and I'm worried about waking up my child when I leave for duty.” He explains while looking up, seemingly in deep reflection once again.
”Well, if you give them something sweet before going to sleep I'm almost sure they won't wake up during the night.” She answers, one hand cupping her cheek. ”I’m a caretaker, so I learned some tricks in dealing with children.”
”I will trust your advice then.” With a stiff nod, the shinobi take off from their conversation and, by consequence, her.
Continuing on her path, Nonō briefly wonders what he will ask. Her musing is interrupted by a nearby ruckus, some voices she recognises immediately prompting her to hurry in the direction.
”You are lying! Shiro nii-san would never do that!” Urushi snapped, face glaring at the older child in front of him. Kabuto is by his side, eyes also sharp in disbelief for what he heard.
”Well, believe it or not he did!” Obito barked back, tired from running back to the village and stressed by the mission he just returned from.
That answer gives rise to more shouting between them until Yakushi reach the trio. Some bystanders watch her approach with judging eyes.
”Urushi, Kabuto, what is happening-”
”Mother! He's saying mean things about Nii-san!” Comes the impatient accusation from her oldest, a pointy finger on the Uchiha’s face.
”Urushi! Don't point at people, I taught you that it's rude to do that,” she reprimanded, voice laced with disappointment while her eyes observed the situation more attentively. ”And stop shouting, we are inside the village now. That volume will only disturb people around you.”
At that remark, the genin looked down and crossed his arms. Even if being older than the two, he still yelled like them.
”I’m sorry for this child's poor behaviour, ” Nonō apologised towards Obito while taking Urushi and Kabuto’s hands in hers. A tight squeeze stops them from letting out anything contradicting her.
"It 's ok, ” the boy mumbled, not looking at her. It doesn't stop Nonō from gently smiling at him before leaving towards the crowded orphanage they are settled at.
After a minute passed, she asked for an explanation for their hectic behaviour back there.
"He's mean, mother! He said brother Shiro is crazy and dangerous, that he met him and that Shiro-nii is bad.” Urushi adjusted his hat, a quirk Nonō learned this child has developed when upset.
”Last time, ” Kabuto mumbled to get her attention; ”Last time he didn't believe us when we said that Shiro nii-san is the fastest ninja .”
Seeing how both of them are disturbed by the event, Yakushi Nonō hums while thinking on what to say to pacify them. Remembering the boy in question, her mind finds itself running in tangent lines. Crazy is a blunt word she wouldn't use to describe Shiro, but there is some logic for why someone would use it. That boy doesn't function on the ordinary level at all.
”Well, everyone's a little crazy sometimes.” She starts, thumbs caressing her children's tiny hands; ”Remember when I walked alone from home to the forest very late one night? Didn't you hear Ojiisan say I was crazy for doing that?”
”Ah! I remember!” Urushi exclaimed while raising his free hand, ”You left to get some herbs for Saki-chan! She was really sick that time.” On the other side Kabuto narrows his eyes, attempting to remember the said incident.
With a nod, Nonō continues.
”I knew back then what I had to do to help Saki-chan, and that was finding a specific herb in the forest at night. Ojiisan called me crazy because it was dangerous to do that, you both learned how scary the forest can be.” A feeling of accomplishment rose in her chest once the two agreed with that.
”But you still did it! Saki-chan got better because you got that plant!” Urushi praised her, hand tugging her arm to emphasise it while his eyes looked up at her in admiration.
Glancing at the younger one, Kabuto glared at the path they walked. He speaks up when he feels her gaze on him.
”Then, even if people call others crazy, it's not a bad thing?”
”For the most part, yes. There is a saying that anyone can go crazy when in love, so you two shouldn't hold anger for what that boy said.” She finished, noting how close they were getting to the East Orphanage. ”Now, can one of you tell me why you both were so far from here?”
It takes some time before the children explain why they were outside without an adult. By the time all her duties are fulfilled and her kids are in bed, Yakushi feels tired. It seems that Shiro had captivated them more than expected. If that is a bad or a good thing, the relieved-from-duty kunoichi doesn't know.
Preparing herself for the night, Yakushi Nonō watches the clock in her shared room intensely.
Once 03:30am approaches, she surrounds herself in shadows and leaves the made-up bed through the window.
”Danzō-sama.” Kneeling with her head hung low, she waits for the man to speak in the chilling silence.
”Even after Tatsuma reported to me, I found it hard to believe you would come.” She could feel his stare on her, like a predator patiently waiting for any signs of prey to kill. Fighting the urge to face him, Nonō keeps herself calm and steady. ”Anyone suspecting your cover?”
”No, Danzō-sama.” Controlling her voice, she answered him in the tone he trained her to.
There is the sound of clothes and a chair moving. Standing up, the leader of Root takes his time to go around his table and stand in front of Yakushi’s submissive figure.
”We both know that your training was faulted. That you couldn't get rid of those needless sentiments for the village’s greater good.” A pause, Nonō feels her anxiety rising as the seconds pass. ”I put you where you are in the hopes that even with that flaw, your exceptional espionage skills could still serve me well. Rise.”
Following the command, the blond woman stands face to face with Shimura Danzō. Even with the usual bitter expression, there is a gleam that gives away that he's in a good mood.
”I have my attention on the boy you sheltered. Have you enchanted him with the empathy you hold on so desperately?” There is a mocking undertone on the question, prying her where she hates him to.
”As of now, he doesn't completely trust me. A regular visitor, fisherman Ryuu from the Mitsue village, holds more notoriety and trust from him.” Nonō mechanically reports, pulling his attention away from the children who are so much closer to Shiro than Ryuu-san. She knows what to expect from Danzō from his questions until now.
For a moment, the man stare at her deep in the eyes. Searching for something to give away she said anything but the truth.
”That won't do.” Moving back to his seat, there is an abrupt hand signal and another agent appears in the room. It's Tatsuma again.
Her attention goes back to the figurehead, ”I believe you should stay sharp inside the village walls for now. Hiruzen is moving too much for my liking these past few days, so maintain your cover and wait for my word.”
Recognizing his dismissal by hand sign, Yakushi leaves the two and the Root headquarters without a sound.
Nonō understands how someone can turn mad because of love. How absurd is she, sacrificing a friend to protect her children from that despicable man?
There are layers of craziness, love and fear. In between them all, she finds herself trapped under Danzō’s hands.
Notes:
I realised I don't know how to write Jiraiya, so I still don't know what we are going to have in the next chapter. Probably Shino and Lee again :)
Thank you for those who are still reading this story and for those who arrived with this update.
(When this year ends, I'll definitely use 2020 as a curse word/number.)
Chapter 16: Saviour
Summary:
Heroes aren't saints
and
Gods are mortals
Notes:
•Natsuki | 那月 -> "rich/beautiful, moon"
•I searched and found what the Anbu abbreviation means.
•Also, why is this chapter so long? Hfuskwndjskdh
I blame it on the nice comments.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
It's a cave. A hideout underground on a mountain on the Fire Country north border.
It shouldn’t be so difficult to find.
Unless, of course, Zetsu and Madara have a system to prevent any chakra signature from finding one hole on the ground. For all Shino could think of, the Uchiha can cast a perfect Genjutsu at the surrounding areas if they come too close to finding his shame hole. Even if the last Uchiha they fought seemed to point out their immunity for such deceiving techniques, a Jōnin isn't on the same level as one of the founders of Konoha.
Without his kikaichū, the scouting area scale he can work with is discomfitingly smaller. That also goes to the depth he can search for the underground tunnels he’s looking after.
”Hey, let's rest a bit.” Lee interrupts both his musings and their movement on the top of a branch. Shino silently agrees with him, leaving the body for his friend to control. Between helping small villages and civilians or fighting off any shinobi team that categorize them as an enemy, this new body seems to require more rest as the days pass. They had come to an understanding that Rock Lee would keep an eye on their condition and warn Shino about their current limit. From how hard Lee used to train, and the many times he had been mended back together, it's clear who is more knowledgeable about the body and its intricacies.
It is reassuring to have Lee here. If he wasn't, Shino reckoned he would have exhausted himself to death or done something worse already.
“Ne, Shino. I have an idea.” Lee said out loud when an epiphany strikes him. Paying attention to the outside world, Shiro can see a sly fox hidden in between bushes under him.
”What if we attract them to come out from hiding and then follow them back to where they are hiding?” The predator pounces and catches a small rat between its sharp teeth. It resembles Kurama a bit.
Well, in theory, It's not that bad of an idea. Shino had some missions where one of his teammates played decoy while the others ambushed the enemy. He had once been a very convincing homeless teenager according to Kiba.
The catch here is that Zetsu will be very tricky to lure. Because apart from Uchihas and bearers of dōjutsus, Shino has no idea how they could present themselves in any way to attract any interest from the bastard. He may pass as an Uchiha for the untrained eye, thanks to this new pale face and jet black hair, but there is no chance of faking a sharingan.
Shino, someone is coming.
Focusing back to their surroundings, Shiro stands still while suppressing his chakras like they’ve been training. Concentrating on the movement pattern they can feel: it's a group after one individual. In total, it seems to be four people in a game of chase. Their fight reaches close to his location, but the time traveller doesn’t move to interrupt it.
For all the enthusiasm Lee can feel his heart pumping, he cannot be careless when dropping in an intense battle. They had discussed one night, that if in their power, Shiro would help alleviate conflicts between the different villages. It's the most they could do to honour the Shinobi Alliance.
There is a tremor on the ground, probably an earth Jutsu being used. He can hear shuriken flying before catching a glimpse of someone breaking the vegetation below and running on Shiro’s direction. It's an Iwa Kunoichi being followed by... More Iwa Shinobi? With a strange metal mask too, it only covers the eyes and the upper part of the face.
Hey! She isn't wearing any headband!
True, the woman only wears the standard one sleeve Iwanin uniform. There are two possibilities of what is happening in front of them:
The fleeing woman is a spy who got found out and is fighting for her life after running away from Iwa. Or, she’s abandoning her village and those three are the special corps from Iwagakure hunting her down. He never saw a foreigner Anbu in person, but If Konoha have those special squades then the other big villages surely possess something alike.
Everything shakes with the power of an explosion. One of the men throw a second kunai with an explosion tag where the kunoichi had evaded the first detonated one. She covers her face with the left arm, flying from the force the second tag exploded with. Still rolling on the ground, two of her enemies jump on her with short swords in hand.
Iwasawa curses while moulding chakra, escaping underground just in time to not be slashed on the throat. Even if surrounded by her element, she knew it wasn't safe to stay undergorund when her enemies also have earth affinity. Using her right arm, the nukenin breaks through the surface instantly as if swimming. Expecting an immediate attack, she's taken back when noticing her hunters fighting someone else. And it wasn't even Zetsu. Maybe that guy did die back there.
Taking this as her chance, Iwasawa fling herself into the nearest Iwa shinobi and unleash her close combat mastery of savagery. Since she can focus on one enemy, even if briefly, the woman exhibits the abilities that promoted her into Jōnin during this war.
Iwasawa fights dirty, everything can and is used against her foe. Inhaling air, Natsuki spit sand on his face while focusing on getting him out of breath with her brute and heavy taijutsu. When the man jumps back to create space, she slams her hands on the ground. In an instant, her enemy lands on a muddy pit. Now he can't burrow underground.
Channelling her second affinity, her Kamaitachi Jutsu makes the wind cut her opponent in numerous ways and times. The jutsu is still a work in progress until she can kill someone instantly with it, but for now, it's good enough. Noting how he bleeds, and how hard he's breathing, she retrieves a kunai with an explosion tag and throws without hesitation.
Turning around as the blood and guts fly, Natsuki notices there is just one Iwa Anbu standing his ground against the stranger aiding her. The other one is already down. It would be better to leave now, a chance to escape soon and leave behind whatever she's fleeing from to focus on her revenge.
At an extraordinary speed, Iwasawa makes the hand signs to create a rock dome over the stranger. Protecting him from a shower of sharp stone spikes. ”Now we are even.” Comes her whispered excuse for wasting her chakra on the Jutsu.
With the hunter nin attention, Iwasawa grabs the last shurikens she has and releases them at deadly speed toward his head. As expected, he deflects them with no trouble. The only advantage here is that both of them are weak from fighting for so long.
Except now Natsuki has gained a sudden momentary ally. So it's she who will walk away from here.
The enemy burrows and she is jumping before her feet can be caught. Still in mid-air, something pierces her on the back.
That was a clone, shit! I don't have anything anymore!
Holding her last kunai tighter on the left hand, Iwasawa swears she won't die here because of a single Iwa’s Anbu. Descending from the tree he had been hiding in, the masked ninja is attacked by Shiro with a round kick too fast for anyone to see. After hitting the floor hard enough to hear bones breaking, the enemy doesn't move. Even so, she knows he's still alive and breathing.
”Hey! There is no need for that, he's already down.” The stranger says, getting in her way from finishing the Anbu. Looking close at his young face, her stance faltered from the pain on her new wound. Reaching it, she grabs the shuriken with a hiss.
”If I don't kill him now, ” she spins the throwing star on a finger, ignoring the pain ”he will come after me. I don't want that happening ya know?”
”Still…” The guy starts but doesn't finish, recognizing how right she is about that. His black eyes travel from her figure to the splattered man a few times before a heavy sigh escapes his mouth. ”If you want to kill him, you'll have to fight me first.”
That takes her off guard. This kid saves her and now wants to spare one of the men that were trying to kill her? What is this logic?
Natsuki is in no state to fight him. Forget killing the Anbu, she doesn't want to throw hands with another shinobi in this weakened state.
”Fine, but I will loot them!” Huffing, the woman put the weapons inside her weapon pouch. Since the stranger didn't move from his protective stance on the Anbu, Iwasawa went to scavenge what she could collect. There are ninja weapons embedded on trees and on the other two corpses. One and a half to be precise.
”We just saved a Nukenin.” Shino states a bit unhappy while grabbing what the unconscious shinobi have on him. They need more rations and shuriken anyway, the ninja wire is a good bonus to find and keep.
”We saved two lives.” Lee corrects his friend. ”I'm tired of seeing so much death. That is the opposite of youth! People should live to their fullest- oh, a bingo book!”
Standing upright again, Shiro opens the black covered book.
Inside, Shino sees both known and unknown ninja. It is fairly new, the pages mostly spotless of any grime. Ah, Namikaze Minato is already recorded here. And so is Shiro, his photo a little blurred indicating that someone took it while in combat.
Name: Shiro
Age: 16-19
Village: Unaffiliated
Rank: A
Recognizable Traits: Black spiked hair, dark eyes, baggy clothes. Show clear signs of insanity and double personalities. If contacted tread with caution.
“Wait, they think we are insane? But why?” Lee asks while looking at his profile page on the bingo book. His mastery of Taijutsu written under his skills segment together with Shino’s Earth affinity.
“It shouldn’t be a surprise, really,” Shino answers, closing the book. Catching the sound of the kunoichi’s approaching footsteps, he turns around.
”You done? I want to look at it too.” She extended an open hand, waiting for him to give her the book. That's what he ends up doing after two heartbeats. Shino would like to keep the catalog, to learn more about this period he never lived through before and maybe get to know how much other villages knew of Konoha’s military as of now.
While Shino worked his brains, Lee went back to taking any resources they need from the man, leaving just enough for the time he awakens to return home.
Some steps away from him, Natsuki searches for her target. Since it is the newest book approved by the Tsuchikage it must have who she's looking for. She only had the name Zetsu had given her until now.
Not E rank. Not C rank. Not B rank. Not A rank-
Shiro
The description is similar to Deidara’s report.
The photo...
Her eyes slowly turn to the boy near her.
With the forest silent, Natsuki can hear and feel her heart racing with fresh adrenaline, pounding against her chest trying to break free. Somewhere inside her brain, she knew her field of vision was becoming wider, body shuddering with bloodlust. She didn’t care how her world was turning red.
Pouncing on Shiro with a tantō, Natsuki aims for his neck. The book drops to the floor and she ends puncturing him on the back shoulder.
He jumps back, screaming something. Her head tilts, brain trying vaguely to recognize the words under the buzzing in the ears. His pained face makes her smirk.
Advancing again, this time with her Earth-Style Wall Jutsu to pin him effectively, the kunoichi dodge his hands while she slashes him any way possible. Trying to run up the wall, she slams her hands against it to push Shiro forcibly back. He turns to face her, the smell of his blood brings ecstasy inside her.
His first attack against her comes after a shunshin, Shiro slammed her fast on arms and back. Feeling the body heavier, Iwasawa fell from the height back to the forest ground on her feet.
“Doton: Sando no Jutsu! ” Before he could run away, two big rocks rose from his sides and tried to sandwich him between them. But her chakra is too low and the strength behind them isn’t enough to splatter him open. The boy even breaks one side with a punch and breaks free, landing not too far from her.
Natsuki feels lethargic, her remaining chakra dangerously low.
“Why are you doing this?!” He screams, arms up and ready to deflect anything she throws. His question makes her howl in anger.
Both ninjas start a Taijutsu dance, Natsuki trying to inflict damage while he easily defends them with a kunai. Her frustration turns into fury and tears. Using a well-placed kick, Shiro makes Iwasawa fly away. She can feel her chest hurting, lungs trying to intake the air the kick took out of her.
“If I go down, you are going with me.” Threatening him, she takes out the shuriken she had picked up. The aim goes bad, only one making the trajectory she wanted them to. Maybe one more jutsu, even if it kills her…
“Why are you attacking us? You’ll die if you continue like that!”
“Shut up!” Boar, Tiger, ”I don’t want your words, I want your blood.” Doton: Yomi Numa!
Shiro sinks halfway into the mud pool created by Iwasawa. It’s sticky and hard to pull against, every attempt makes it glue tighter on them.
Natsuki feels her legs shake while she drags herself over to him. Eyelids are heavy, the signs she will soon faint ringing alarm bells inside her head. Faster, she needs to be faster. Explode him before he escapes.
Taking her special explosion tag from under her only sleeve, the panic on Shiro’s face makes her feel all too powerful.
Four steps away from him, a white blur grabs him and flees to the trees. Turning on her heels, she can’t see nor feel where they have gone to. Where he escaped. She is too exhausted, there isn't enough chakra on her system or weapons.
Iwasawa slowly succumbs, falling to her knees with a distraught cry for the sky to hear.
A white face surges from a tree, lifeless green eyes observing her faint and bleed on the dirt. It thinks, pointing out the advantages and disadvantages of saving the wounded animal.
It arrives at a simple conclusion. Picking the woman, he disappears into the earth. After killing the lying man, of course. There is no use on that one.
“Wow, you are lighter than I expected kid!” Jiraiya created a good distance from the border of Iwa with Kusa, adjusting the boy over his shoulder while diving deeper into Grass Country. “You should probably eat more, or you will end up a midget.”
Shino, recognizing the man as one of the Legendary Sannins, pleaded as he felt his blood rushing towards his head. “Jiraiya-sama, please put us down.”
The answer? A pat on his back.
Rescued by Jiraiya after almost dying by the person they saved. He feels relief and confusion. He also feels tired. Very tired.
“We are getting close to the camp, hang in there a bit more. Ok?”
As if he had been waiting for those exact words, Shino can feel himself relax. He knows this isn’t the Jiraiya from his timeline, the one that, even if he didn't know personally, he had respected. Jiraiya is loyal to Konoha, had taught and cared for Naruto in his younger years and just saved him from a bomber. Even if he shouldn’t, Shino feels safe at the company of someone relatively familiar.
He didn’t close his eyes, but the next thing he catches from his senses is the sight of tall earth walls on his sides, feeling soreness all over his body and the smell of rain that hadn't poured. Somehow he fell asleep while Lee continued talking with their company, now carrying them in a piggyback position. Perhaps the mental exhaustion finally got to him.
“Wow, your student sounds like a good person! And you said he talked about me to you?”
“Well, more or less. Creating an independent organization seeking peace is noble and risky all the same. Since it seems you have a view like that, he really wanted to recruit you. I saw what you did two days ago at that village, couldn’t exactly rebuke what he said after seeing you help the villagers."
“You saw us two days ago? I was shining with the spring of youth that time! I'm really happy to have helped them, but I still need to get stronger. Well, there is always room for growth as long as I try!”
“Ha!” Jiraiya huff, “As I said, you are too light for your age. Wait, how old are you exactly? Maybe there isn’t any hope for you if you are too old.”
A snickering laugh. This man is making fun of Lee.
“I don’t know how old this body is. Certainly younger than my age.” Lee put a hand on his chin, trying to remember how old he was when he had this stature. He couldn’t see the face the Toad Sage made, but Shino heard how his tone changed.
“I had hoped the bingo book had exaggerated about you. Guess not.” He sounds distraught but quickly covered up by placing them back to the ground. “We’re here!”
Sure enough, is a small and simple camp hidden inside the ravine. It seems, whoever they are, have been staying here for some time, noting the several footprints and a single tent. Of which came out a figure Shino never hoped to see again dressed in a black cloak, missing the glaring red clouds he can almost picture from memory. Her blue hair and face are just as he remembers from their fight.
“Jiraiya-sensei. Welcome back, “She notices Shiro staring, surprising him with a small but polite nod of acknowledgement before facing the tent. Another face poked out of it, bright orange head, blue eyes and a happy grin that makes Shiro look away. Didn’t he have purple eyes before? The Rinnegan?
“Hello! It’s good to see Jiraiya-sensei convinced you to join.” Pain, if Shino remembers correctly, speaks with energy and excitement.
“Join?” Lee takes a step back in shock. Join the Akatsuki? They hunted Naruto down and destroyed Konoha before! The group is the exact opposite of what he stands for, so destructive and vicious.
“Ah, wait! We aren’t bad or anything! I’m sure you’ll be interested in our cause!” Yahiko put both hands up, trying to calm down the younger boy who looked ready to fight or flee.
That makes them pause for a moment in disbelief, did they hear it correct? Shino wondered if he was even having a strange nightmare while sleeping at the last village they had rested in. Lee, from the chat he had during the trip, tries to picture Jiraiya teaching the Akatsuki. The image becomes very odd.
“You didn’t explain anything for him sensei?” Konan asks, wondering if the man had brought the boy without his consent about the matter. That isn’t the first impression they wanted to create.
“He was about to be blown away by someone from Iwa. I forgot to ask and just went with it. At least he’s here, isn’t he? Hey, how about you join them?” The man suggested.
What is the cognitive process Jiraiya-sama has to even voice those words? Is this an alternate reality? Shiro pinches his own face after flaring his chakra. It’s not a Genjutsu nor a dream.
“Excuse me?” Shino slowly raises a hand, feeling very exhausted from waking up in the middle of a conversation and then dumped in front of the leader of an early Akatsuki. “What exactly is the goal of your organization and why did you think I would be interested?”
“Our goal is to create peace! End the war, help people, make me a god. Konan did I miss something?” Yahiko counted the points on his fingers, his comrade shaking her head, not adding anything. “That’s it. We heard about your fight with some shinobi from Ame, no one died by your hands. That’s exactly what we are looking for! People that seek to end this bloody war to create an era of peace!”
“Oooh!” Yahiko’s posing and speech earn him an earnest applaud from Lee, it seems like this Akatsuki is different from the ones they had faced in their time. However, pretty words didn’t erase Shino’s suspicion. On the other hand, thinking about Naruto and what he would do in this situation, of course, the man would have helped them. Maybe even turn Akatsuki into a good organization with a decent purpose.
Fine, they can join the Akatsuki for now.
“Wait, why do you want to become a God?” Lee asks out of the blue. He has experience in the repertory of meeting a real Goddess and doesn't know how that level of power can be anything but devastating. For as much as he exaggerates things, what Kaguya did to the world was, without an ounce of doubt, evil. As TenTen once said: Some bitches should drop dead for the world's sake and my sanity.
“Why not?” The leader asked back, crossing his arms. “Besides, who are you to question me? Look, tell me what you love and hate the most.” Yahiko narrows his eyes, lifting his chin in anticipation.
“I love the Spring of youth with all my being!” Shouting while posing, Shiro exaggerates a sigh afterwards for his actions. “I hate the moon, ” he finished venomously.
“...”
“Ok. I see your point here.” Shino can only imagine how crazy they sound right now. Jiraiya-sama had even stepped back a little.
“Great! Then let’s start this again. Welcome to Akatsuki, I’m Yahiko and this is Konan. Nagato isn’t here to introduce himself, but I think you two will get along.” He extends a hand of which Shiro shakes after a moment of hesitation.
“Wait, it’s just you three?” Shino frowned.
“For now.“ Konan calmly starts to elaborate, “Not many people believe we’ll achieve something. But with you here, things will get easier. You must be unaware, but your face is somewhat famous in Ame.”
Wait.
“You want me to be the face of your organization? Wow, we are famous! No, that’s not the important thing here he’s using us- We are in!”
Shiro groans. His tone had changed so fast, Lee and Shino trying to talk over one another made them bite the inside of their mouth. The taste of blood makes them both shut up.
“Okay… Well, while you kids bond together by the fire, I’ll go relieve Nagato from his sentry duty. Have fun!” With that, the only adult escapes from yet another awkward situation.
Minato,
In the last scroll you sent me, you wrote that this boy you met could be linked to the prophecy. I still don’t know what you meant by that. What I do know is that he’s just as crazy as you described him to be. If you finished reading those books about how to properly deal with this, put some tips for me in your next letter.
Right now, I’m near Amegakure. Since the meeting with the old Toad I have been searching for my other students, it seems they have a strong desire to change the world and Ame themselves. I’m more inclined to think one of them is the child of the prophecy because of it. To make sure, I’ll stay close to them for some time. Please, Inform Sarutobi-sensei about that. Shiro seems, surprisingly, willing to stay put here. From how you said him to be jumpy, the kid has been very calm with me since I saved his ass. I'll keep an eye on him for you.
Tell Kushina-chan I said hello.
Notes:
Yahiko have a God complex. He knows he has it, he just doesn't supervise it since Konan is there for that.
[It came to my understanding that, for this timeframe on the original plot {a.k.a: CANON}, Akatsuki already had followers. But for my own sake, they don't have them here yet. Anyway, I'm gonna start writing the draft of the next chapter while crying. Peace out homies!]
Chapter 17: Celestial Body
Summary:
The two sides of the moon
Notes:
This
interludechapter was brought to you by
-Srusti finally taking an f- break from work
-“Lazy” from The Living Tombstone being stuck on the author's head
-Opening the Google docs folder of unfinished work and seeing Chapter 17 in bold letters
-ADHD putting the author back to daydreaming about Naruto Fanfics
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The air is cold and the shadows stretch. A half-moon pours a gentle light over those sleeping or awake under it. But her cold light is uncomfortable for one soul under the night sky.
”So… Any particular reason you hate the moon?” Yahiko tries to start a small talk after introducing Nagato. Everything this kid has been doing, from how he talked to the way he kept glancing at Konan or Nagato, annoyed him. Rightfully so.
”I’d rather not talk about it.” Shino lower his gaze, hand pulling small pieces from the dried meat Nagato gave him. The redhead is currently patching Shiro’s backstab wound in silence, mostly from his kind nature and apprehensive feelings towards the younger boy.
Nagato is a sensitive person. Not only because he is a good sensory type but because he had always known how to read a person. His eyes are something to thank for too. They capture how tense Shiro is, how his fingers squeeze their food before eating it and the turbulent chakra signatures inside him dancing in a frenzy of emotions. Nagato could say they are on edge because he's a stranger tending to his injury, but it feels like there is more to it.
Konan and Yahiko always ask for him to elaborate more, but he doesn't have the right terms. It's something only he can feel. Not all Feelings can be translated into words. That’s what he came to understand after living this long.
”Ok. Since Jiraiya-sensei isn't here, can you tell us why you almost died by an Iwa-nin? We need to know if you have any grudges against them or something, to prevent any future misunderstandings.”
Konan feeds the fire while her leader continues to poke Shiro with his questions, calm demeanour as ever.
”I don't know what happened exactly. We helped a woman and she turned against us. It was strange since she went from civilised to unhinged in an instant.” Lee answers, memories going back to the moment his reflexes saved them from being assassinated from behind. The wound just tingles and burns now, but it will probably leave a scar.
”Can you think if you wronged her before? People turn vicious when it's for their survival or extreme emotions.” Nagato asks softly, finishing the bandages and returning to his seat between Yahiko and Shiro.
Shiro crosses his arms, mind going through all his memories from the past weeks. If they wronged her, it could have been when he killed that man? The tall man who was attacking Kakashi and his teammates. It could be that they made a kunoichi do a Sasuke-avenger because of it. Since she wasn’t there during the fight, of course, she wouldn’t have seen their face. With the Bingo book in hands…
“Perhaps. She may have grudges against us, but we don’t. So don’t worry about us.”
Yahiko frowns, a hand scratching the side of his head. His headband reflected the glow from the fire. Since it isn’t crossed, the man and his two friends are still affiliated to the village Hidden by Rain. Lee doesn’t know how that works for them. From what Jiraiya-sama had told and their explanation, this Akatsuki work outside Ame and don’t answer to their village leader. Even so, they are working to help and protect Amegakure with all they can.
“Do you have grudges with anyone else then? Like an archenemy!”
Konan pokes him on his side, making the leader exclaim in discomfort and jumping away from her in his seat. Okay, he gets it, be more sensitive towards the new kid. He only asked for precaution!
While his two friends had a silent staring contest, Nagatos’ attention didn’t leave their new member. The anger and loath made the black eyes shine, a promise of vengeance behind them. It is quite common among the ninjas in his homeland. It is a bit frightening to see it in Shiro's eyes.
“If… Someone named Zetsu approaches you. I would be grateful if you inform me about it.” Is said in a lower voice, as if he didn’t want anyone else besides them to hear it. Perhaps afraid the moon could listen to him.
It seems he is a lunatic after all.
“We will. But, ne, Shiro, how does your brain work? Are you aware of how crazy you sound?”
“Yahiko.” Konan reprimanded in a tone similar to how a mother reprimands her child's poor behaviour.
“What? I’m not the only one who wants to know.” His eyes squint at the paper kunoichi. Ah, she is undoubtedly curious too. But it didn’t mean he could use that as an excuse for being this uncontrolled. She had been stricter these days after they all agreed that Yahiko would be the leader. And that means he will be doing the talking and negotiations in the future! And yet it seems that he is taking every wrong turn towards Shiro. Is Yahiko trying to get on her nerves with it or just plainly trying to make the new member so uncomfortable that he flees?
“I don’t want to hear that from someone that dreams of becoming a God.” Shiro retort seriously, judging Yahiko with his stare until a laugh escapes him in a better mood. “Gods are overrated. Even when you become powerful like one, I’d prefer if you didn’t try to become a world overlord or something.”
The trio blinks in surprise. Shiro… He talks as if he already knew those things. Yahiko felt flattered that someone believed he would turn into the most powerful ninja one day, so much it just presented itself as a simple fact to them.
He likes the kid, even with a screw loose somewhere in the world.
Shiro finished his midnight meal, so Nagato started arranging someplace he could rest.
Shino almost flinched, his nerves forcibly stilling when the redhead moved. This Nagato, he doesn’t remember as much as he would’ve liked, but he is the one with the rinnegan so familiar to the one Madara had. Naruto had explained something about how he had been used by Obito after the death of his best friend. But if Yahiko had died in his past, and yet his face had been among the attackers who demolished Konoha a lifetime ago, Shino started to connect some dots in dread.
Nagato has the power to control dead bodies. To see through them and use their abilities to kill. And it is most likely that his eyes are the reason for it.
He could never forget the fight with Konan. Yahiko is an unknown variable, his skills still unidentified. But Nagato is the most dangerous of them all.
Appearing to be more silent and collected now, Shino knew what the man could turn into. Use his friends’ dead bodies, kill his teacher, revive more than a thousand people to redeem himself. Nagato is a wild card that was used until the end by Zetsu and the world.
“You should sleep. Get some rest.” Nagatos’ voice breaks Shiro from his stupor. The kid looked ready to black out until morning, so beat up it reminds the orphans of their younger days.
“I don’t trust you three enough to sleep with you people watching me,” Shiro chuckles after a heartbeat, saying “sorry”.
“You’ll warm up to us.”
“I doubt it,” Shino say behind teary eyes from a yawn.
Under the soil, deep enough for any sensory scouting shinobi to overlook a chakra sign, an injured woman wakes up.
Natsuki coughed as soon as her conscious returned, her body doesn’t feel good enough to get up. So instead of sitting up, she slowly opens her eyes. Studying the surrounding with a dry throat annoying her.
It’s very dark and cold, the only light coming from a small lamp some steps away, the rock walls indicating that she’s inside a cave. And she’s laying on a bed? This is someone’s hideout. She isn’t chained nor immobilized by any seals, so her captor isn’t from Iwa special corps.
“Ah, I'm so relieved to see your eyes open again.” A familiar face appears from one of the walls, his voice melodious as always while his body passes by the solid wall as if it was air.
“You… Didn’t die.” Zetsu had been left behind without much thought that day. Natsuki had been so sure he had been killed by the bomb tags attached to his back, courtesy of their pursuers.
However, she couldn’t find it in her heart to feel relieved to lay eyes on him again. Zetsu helped her after she fainted, even after being abandoned. Is he going to have the satisfaction of killing her for betraying him or he’s still keeping their club together for the greater objective?
“Don’t look at me like that, I won’t kill you. If I wanted you dead it would have been better to leave your corpse out there, wouldn’t it?” He stands beside her, arms behind his back. The words don’t attach themselves inside her brain, he could be lying and be holding a kunai for all she knows. He does seem to be an expert at deceiving people, the guy convinced those sentry duties back in Iwa to let them pass so easily. Bad luck the Anbu were sent after one day of travel.
“Tell me, you met the annoying bug?”
“The bastard was saved by someone.” Contrary to his expectations, the woman takes a deep inhale after cursing. Had her rage subsided so much from the battle? Hmm…
“Regretting your choices? Wow, Hiroki-san was looking forward to it.”
“Don’t say his name! You have no rights!” She snarled like an angry dog, making his lips curve in a pity smile. Natsuki’s body trembled, too weak from the chakra exhaustion to punch his face. Yeah, she wanted to punch him.
“Oh dear, and you have no strength, how do you dream of gaining revenge like this? I may have overestimated your abilities,” He dealt the finishing blow with a look of ultimate disregard for Iwasawa's state.
The kunoichi grinds her teeth, too powerless to refute him and too angry to see behind his puppeteer hands.
“I’ll recover soon. Last time I was alone, but with you, we can take him down the next time for sure.”
“I’m afraid you are wrong. One of the Sannin is with him.”
Her hazel eyes became bigger with shock. The Konoha Sannin? Who battled against Hanzō of the Salamander? Yeah, those ninjas are on another level. Frustration started caressing her head again because she knows her limits, fighting against one of them is an unprofitable suicide. Shiro would survive her attack and she would die because of the Sannin.
“Don’t look so down. I told you I always have a plan.” He laughs, as if reminding his favorite dog about its tricks.
“Just tell me it already then!” Honestly, Zetsu is such a nerve wrecking know-it-all. It irks Natsuki to make him eat his words sometimes, painfully.
“First you need to recover a bit, maybe I can even teach you a thing or two if you are willing. It will take some time, but that Sannin will have to return to Konoha. When that happens, you can finally say goodbye to the devil that slipped through your fingers.”
Iwasawa felt a cold shiver. “You have connections to Konohagakure? Are you even from Iwa?” This guy is too cunning to be anything good. She had a feeling, he wasn’t actually helping her because they had the same goal. Instead he’s using her to get rid of Shiro for him. Natsuki could feel resentment or regret for trusting so blindly. But as long as he made it possible for her to kill the dipshit, she could care less about being a discarded pawn on his greater plans or whatever.
If she went against him now, then Zetsu may as well kill her for turning into a useless chess piece.
Iawasawa Natsuki is bad at lying. She had always been bad with words.
But omitting her deepest thoughts, controlling her face expressions and pretending to not know?
Iwasawa is an expert in that regard.
“Forget it, it doesn’t matter to me who you are. Just let me heal before telling me the details of your plan.” Closing her eyes, Natsuki try to reassure her heart to not beat faster in fear of the unknown. It didn’t matter to her who Zetsu is. It came down to a simple conclusion for her:
If he’s helping me to eliminate Shiro, Zetsu is an ally.
If he’s hindering me from finishing my new mission, Zetsu is an enemy.
Natsuki is starting to like backstabbing people.
Notes:
Srusti: I AM GOING TO TAKE A WEEK OF VACATION FROM MY JOB AND GO TO THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE SO DON'T FOLLOW ME!
Depression: Yah yah, bring some serotonin when ya come back.
Chapter 18: [ ]
Summary:
This is a deleted Author Notes Chapter. It seems people still get confused by it. Sorry! Once the fic is finished I’ll move it to the end. (It’s just that I don’t want to risk deleting the chapter and all the comments I got on it. They are very precious to me.)
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Chapter 19: Carry on
Notes:
I'll delete the announcement chapter in some days.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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It has been almost five months now. The time they spent with the Akatsuki couldn’t be said to be a waste, but no clue has appeared for them indicating where Madara or Zetsu are hiding. Worse yet is the fact that the weed man is too good at erasing his tracks, there is yet to be any report from Yahiko or Konan about finding anyone who looked or called themselves Zetsu. Even if it is an improvement having the Akatsuki support them on their search for the human-like parasite, it felt like it hadn't changed anything from when it was only the two of them.
Zetsu could be using a pseudonym or giving a false name when interacting with any individual. Another factor is his ability to become a seemingly exact copy of any person. Shino already knows what to look for to not fall for it, it made him less anxious with the possibility of Zetsu hiding between the increasing members of Akatsuki. After all, they always check any newcomers.
“Shiro-san, could you help us train?”
It was one of the newest members who approached and asked. Before he could think of declining politely, a heavy arm was put over his shoulders. Looking at his side, Jiraiya had a goofy smile on his face.
“Sorry, friend, Shiro is already busy preparing for his next mission.”
The new member deflated in defeat, going back to his two companions to undoubtedly give them the bad news. It seems that using Shiro as the symbol of this new Akatsuki did have its ups and downs. Of course, because Shiro's role is of a lightbulb attracting moths. The many members see him as a strong ally, even when most are older than what Shiro appears to be. Shino is still awkward about being seen as a symbol of power to bring peace.
Yahiko usually orders them to disarm enemies or overwhelm them in surrender. Rock Lee felt happy to challenge this body, getting his taijutsu better again battle after battle. It’s painful for Shino, he was trained in hand-to-hand combat and he’s not bad at it. But compared to Lee... Shino’s admiration could only increase towards his friend after experiencing the same arduous exercises when in the same body. Even when all muscles protested with cramps, Rock Lee knew how to stretch and alleviate the pain to keep going. Together with the knowledge he had accumulated from his time in Konoha’s hospital and under Sakura’s hands, the guy knows how to take care of this teenage body.
Shino thought about the many times Lee had asked for him to stop and rest, sometimes even forcing it himself when he hadn’t listened. Unfortunately, he had been too narrow-sighted. He knows better now.
And Lee also explains his reasons too. It felt good, knowing he was opening up more. This way the Aburame didn’t feel pushed away like before.
Stopping his silent insight, Shino focuses on the conversation on the outside world between Lee and Jiraiya.
“I thought you were coming with us Jiraiya-sama?”
The tall man crosses his arms over his chest, an apologetic expression on his face.
“Between watching over you guys and doing my missions at the border, I already spent too much time away from Konoha. A shinobi should always return home, don’t you think?”
Home.
Something must have shown on their face for not a moment later Jiraiya chuckled, hand lightly patting their shoulder.
“Don’t worry kid, it won’t be long before you see the Great Jiraiya again.” He finished, emotions clear on his face, showing that the man meant what he said.
Shiro grimaced. Jiraiya had brought to them a much-needed breather from everything that had been happening. He grounded them just by being near because he is the first familiar face that they knew from before. Even if they had seen the younger version of Kakashi-sensei before, the personality was too different from the Jōnin in their memories to be at ease. The toad Sage, on another hand, is just as they once met him: boisterous and loyal to Konoha.
It was as if the mere presence of the man could alleviate their homesickness. Even if only a little.
A corner in Shino’s mind was still nagging him, saying that even if they knew Jiraiya and felt safe around him, they shouldn’t be too trusting. They could use the excuse of blindly trusting Minato because he’d soon become Hokage. And like a ninja from any hidden village, you are taught to always believe in your Kage.
It’s not that confusing, Shino knows how this belief is hammered into their skull since the academy. Being an Aburame made beholding things objectively, even if it was a double-edged tsurugi sometimes.
“Then I wish for a safe trip back home, Jiraiya-sama!”
Lee smiled and gave an energetic thumbs-up, falling back to his old mannerisms from his younger days. He wanted to ask about Gai-sensei, but Shino already explained how bad that idea is. They aren't supposed to know about what is currently a genin or newly promoted chunin team. For all the restlessness he felt, Shiro didn't open his mouth. Even if Rock Lee felt like he wouldn't get another chance to ask.
The Toad Sannin noticed the youngster was holding something back, but didn't question it and went to say farewell to his students. One thing he learned from Shiro is that when the boy didn't say anything, there was no use pressuring him. Jiraiya didn't want to abuse the trust he gained even if it had come effortlessly in the first place. He'll need that trust in the future.
After watching the legendary shinobi leave, Shiro went to what Yahiko kindly titled the Stasis Meditation: Eyes unfocused to the surroundings and breathing turning soft as if unconsciously compelling himself to disappear. The boy is nothing of the ordinary, everyone that joined the organization had to learn it quickly. It's not hard to have a conversation with him, but you shouldn't expect it to be a normal one. His humor and the answers he'd give are mostly unpredictable. Sometimes it would even look like there were not one but two people talking through him.
And even if he was one of the earliest members that the leader counted on, some could notice that Shiro wasn't relaxed around him or the other two founding members.
Those not brave enough or biased that interacting with Shiro was too much of a hassle would only observe from afar. The only thing that every single Akatsuki shinobi agreed about is his power.
Shiro didn't use any S-ranking ninjutsu or had any clan abilities as far as anyone knew, but taking him as anything other than A-ranking or above would be unadvised. Only from his knowledge alone the members knew, Shiro had fought against more foes than they could speculate. His help was always sought after for training because all of his inputs greatly aided the ninjas to improve. Especially when the matter was about Taijutsu.
Nagato stayed stock-still for a while longer, purple eyes observing Shiro from afar while thinking about the relationship between the young teenager and the Akatsuki.
His companions didn't seem to care anymore how odd Shiro is around them. Yahiko even said it's fun to poke the other from time to time and see what reaction it results in. Konan only sympathizes a little with Shiro, but she always has more important things to worry about. Most of those worries were branded with her two friend’s names.
For Nagato… it’s hard to say how he felt towards Shiro. It wasn't something specific. He empathizes because they seemed to be close in terms of age and horrid past. He doesn’t know what it feels like to lose a village, but it should be similar to the pain he felt when losing his parents and his home: Like everything and part of himself was ripped away from him.
He also liked Shiro for understanding that being kind is not a weakness. Even if Jiraiya-sensei had told him years ago about that, sometimes it felt more like a burden that he can't get rid of than a source of strength. Witnessing people suffering under one conflict after another, living long enough to live through two wars, finding others going through what he had years ago…
Being kind after all that is tough.
There are several reasons for Nagato to appreciate Shiro joining the Akatsuki. And they are enough for him to be more invested in caring about him than Konan and Yahiko combined.
Some people passed by them both, keeping their distance from what appears to be Shiro disassociating from reality and Nagato keeping an eye on him with a worried frown. Again.
The redhead is the first to make any move. Approaching the young man with caution.
“Shiro. Are you alright?”
He didn't want to surprise his colleague, but it was inevitable from how out of tune Shiro had become from his surroundings. A rare sight for everyone except Jiraiya of the Sannin.
“Yes, we are fine. We were- I mean, I was just lost in my thoughts.”
Black eyes avoided Nagato’s face. Not entirely because of embarrassment on getting caught in a daze. It seems that his sensei leaving is affecting him more than imagined. He's still not sure why Shiro had so easily trusted the man while not giving much of a chance for him and the other two. It could be because of their affiliations since Shiro had told them about having friends from the leaf.
“I’m ready to leave for the mission. But if you aren't feeling good I can ask Yahiko to withdraw you from it.”
“No! I’m all right for the mission! I was actually already waiting for you before Jiraiya-sama talked with us.”
Nagato decides to let it go. Shiro already shows signs of deflecting any questions about his current altered state. He had said goodbye to his sensei on the way to their meeting spot. A shame he didn't come earlier to get a whisper of what they both talked about.
“Then let's be off. Kyūsuke already briefed you about what we need to do?”
“Yes. And while we are scouting for those Ame shinobis-”
“I know, keep an eye out for any vile chakra signature or someone fitting the descriptions you warned us about before.”
He didn't come across as relieved that Nagato didn't need to be told again about this Zetsu. But Shiro did nod, a small smile showing he at least appreciated that he takes it seriously when the matter was the person he's after.
As they left camp, Nagato wondered. If someone killed Yahiko or Konan, would he also be this desperate to hunt them down?
Back in Konoha, someone else started to feel agitated. And they hated that feeling. His scarred face seemed to have grown more ominous for the Anbu on watch. Some try to concentrate their mind on maintaining an impeccable posture while in the presence of Danzo-sama. Lest they make their leader even more displeased than he already is.
Hiruzen had the annoying idea to read over both mission petitions and reports, starting from the day this war was declared against them. And of course, his old teammate found traces of his Root Anbu meddling with the border operations.
To worsen his luck, Jiraiya will arrive back in Konoha in less than a week. That man will be a problem if Hiruzen decides to put the pervert to watch over him. They had already discussed the nature of his actions against Iwa and Suna, using Ame and Kusa accordingly. A shame that the subject couldn't be settled with only one meeting.
Having Sarutobi as the Hokage for this long is turning into more trouble than it's worth. Danzo felt like he'll need to push someone who understands him into that office after all. Even if it would be more than adequate to have himself on that chair.
For now, the only two noteworthy options that Hiruzen could choose from are one of his students, Orochimaru, or Wicked Eye Uchiha Fugaku. That man had been making a name for himself on the battlefield for some time now.
But to leave Konoha in the hands of an Uchiha after what happened between the first Hokage and Madara…
In the end, Orochimaru is the best choice. The man has the same understanding of the importance of working on the shadows to preserve the light of a better future. And Danzo liked how the Snake Sannin grew up to appreciate the results of his endeavors while under him, no matter how they came to be.
They both knew that the end justified any means .
Orochimaru had been clear that Danzo would have to compensate him with something if he wanted to be backed up during his next meeting with Sarutobi. The elder was reluctant until now. Well, he still is, the indication of that being the papers piled on his desk.
This change of plans meant he’ll need to burn those files and make anew.
Because the price Orochimaru was asking is for Danzo to give up on having Two-faced Shiro for himself. He could only hope that the Snake Sannin would be generous with his reports about the boy.
Notes:
You guys are so supportive...
I've been having second thoughts about my writing style.
About how much I write.
About how much I want this to be perfect for all of you.
I forgot this started because of me.
Because I wanted to have fun writing Shino and Lee.
Thank you, for commenting. It helps more than you think it does.
I'll go back to focusing on my mental health for a while. I'm embarrassed to say I've been having more breakdowns as the year ends, but at the same time I am feeling more comfortable being who I am.
I wish all good things to happen for all of you that had put up with me this far.
Chapter 20: Check the weather
Summary:
Cloudy skies. 90% chance of rain.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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After hours of running in silence, with the sun already setting, Rock Lee couldn't hold back and started a conversation with Nagato. Shino is already tired of chatting inside their head. Besides, it would be good to know more about the redhead that has a rinnegan.
“Nagato-san, are you part of any clan?”
Under all the wind brushing against his face, Nagato still heard his company. There was this tone behind his question that made him observe Shiro for a moment. It felt like there was more behind this simple inquiry.
It could’ve been only curiosity about his eyes, after all, it is quite obvious they are a kind of dōjutsu. But it isn’t that. Shiro never showed interest in his eyes or how he used them before, almost as if he already saw something like them…
When he was younger, Nagato was scared of looking people in the eyes. He had heard about the power of the Sharingan, warned even, so what if he accidentally put someone under a genjutsu? Before Jiraiya, Yahiko and Konan had never seen his eyes.
“Not that I’m aware of. Sensei once told me I was possibly the reincarnation of a Sage, because of my eyes.” He let out a frustrated sigh, left hand tucking his hair behind for both eyes to be visible. “Unfortunately, my knowledge about my heritage and this Sage of Six Paths is almost non-existent.”
Shiro gave a small nod, something between understanding and apologizing for such a personal question.
“Shiro-san, do you know something about my dōjutsu?”
The younger boy faced him so fast that he almost faltered. A dangerous thing to happen from how fast they are running.
“W-Why do you think that?”
Nagato hummed. Sometimes it was hard to tell if Shiro was lying, trying to deceive people. He has the talent to answer but not actually give away any information.
Other times, like this one, when he’s flustered or surprised, it’s easier to notice.
“You’ve seen someone with eyes like mine. Even if you were and still are cautious of me, you were never scared. Almost like you know how they work and how to counter it if we ever come to fight each other.”
Rock Lee was starting to feel a chill. He didn't think Nagato was so perceptive. Shino had been too busy keeping tabs on all of Konan and Yahiko's actions because of the memories of Pain’s Attack. They knew that Nagato is probably the most powerful one right now among the three, but every interaction with the soft-spoken lad made them less guarded against him. It didn't help that when looking at him from behind, Shiro tended to think of Kushina.
It made the feeling inside his heart heavy with the remembrance of meeting Naruto's mom. A single encounter was enough to sense how Naruto had been his mother's son, even if he looked too much like his father.
“Hm. You are right. I did confront someone with the rinnegan before. But I’d say my question is because of your hair. Someone very important also has beautiful red hair.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, making some of his once short, now long hair, get tangled.
Nagato was surprised by the sincerity so obvious from Shiro’s attitude. And the compliment was nice, his mother always said that his red locks were more beautiful than her brownish scarlet.
“Thank you. My mother never said a clan name, but she had come to Ame as a refugee after her home was destroyed. If I described how she was, would you be able to discern if I’m related to this important person?”
Shiro tilted his head at him before just admitting he’d try.
Something fluttered inside his chest. Nagato suddenly became hopeful.
While he talked and Rock Lee listened, Shino woke up from his short rest at the back of their shared mind. After leaving all those staring eyes back at the camp, a wave of tiredness had crept to him. It only continued to grow when Lee had decided to talk about going back home themselves after everything was done.
Shino also wants to go home. But that was impossible. After terminating Kaguya’s and Zetsu's plan, and most probably talking with Minato when he’s the fourth Hokage, entering the village could be a possibility. Unfortunately, it won’t be the home he hoped to return to.
Home is where Team 8 had been formed and trained. The Konoha from this present didn’t have anything that would make him feel at home. He won’t be able to talk with his father as his son, but only as a stranger. Kurenai-sensei won’t be the Jōnin he looked up to all his life, but a student shorter than his hips. And his friends aren’t even born.
Deciding to suppress his feelings, leaving them for his future self to deal with, Shino focused on reconnecting with his five senses.
Hey, Shino. I think Nagato is an Uzumaki.
Shiro blinked rapidly, Shino trying to keep up with the news. His friend didn’t hesitate and began pointing out his reasons to conclude such a thing. From the outside, it may have looked like Shiro was reflecting on Nagato’s description of his late mother and comparing it to who they knew. But inside, Shino started to interrogate what information his companion had openly disclosed.
Lee! The last thing we need is the Akatsuki gaining an interest in the Nine-tails jinchuriki. Moreover when they are one of Naruto’s parents!
It's just that… If it was me, I’d like to know if I had any family left.
Not being able to counter something like that, Shino resigned to just let this continue. There was no point in trying to stop an explosion tag from detonating after it was lit up.
On the outside, Nagato had spectated all the different emotions the boy had shown. Realization, worry, resentment, sadness, contempt, and, finally facing him again, glee. If he had a moment more to process it, he would have been disturbed about Shiro’s emotional disequilibrium.
“Yeah! I think you are an Uzumaki.”
“U-Uzumaki?” He stuttered, testing the name out.
“A clan originated from the land of Whirlpools. Famous for their talent in fūinjutsu and big chakra reserves. After the fall of Uzushiogakure during the second shinobi war, those that escaped sought shelter in other nations to hide from Uzushio’s enemies on their own.”
Shino mechanically recites what he recalled from a history textbook. At the time, it was only because he was investigating his fellow genin to grasp their abilities and traits. He didn’t think Naruto fitted the surname he carried at first, and when he compared the loud blond kid with Uzumaki Mito’s biography… Only after he came back from his training with Jiraiya-sama did Shino rethink his earlier conclusion.
Nagato stops still, Shiro reacting and doing the same only a short distance away from him.
“Who-”
“We can’t tell you.”
The silence turned heavy, making the last rays of sunshine from dusk feel cold. As if a genjutsu was dispelled by the sound of birds flying away above them, a quiet voice resounded.
“You think I’d hurt them.”
It wasn’t a question. Even so, when Shiro didn’t deny it, Nagato felt crushed by something invisible. Perhaps it was that wall that Shiro insisted on keeping between them.
This feeling of unfairness, Nagato tried to push it all down and extinguish its flames. Yelling won’t make them change their mind. And if he pondered a bit, if an Uzumaki came and stood against his and Yahiko’s dreams for the future, well, of course, he’d hesitate for a second. But only for a second.
It may seem like Shiro is keeping him from knowing only to protect this important person. But it could also be to spare Nagato from falling deeper into this infinite abyss seeking to engulf his resoluteness of achieving peace for Ame. The same one that Yahiko gave him and propelled him to live until now.
“I’m sorry, Nagato-san. I really am. But with the war going on and you being loyal to Ame…” Lee trailed off, not sure of what he was saying anymore.
The redhead inhaled deeply, holding it in for some seconds before letting the air out slowly. “That’s the excuse you’re going to use?” Shino wanted to say something back at him for that, but Rock Lee stopped them. Shiro seemed to stumble over his own words when trying to respond to the other ninja. “Let’s put this conversation on hold for now and continue towards Kusa.”
As they once again started to run, another long moment of silence fell between the two Akatsuki members.
Shiro is still having a discussion between the two souls about the importance of not leaking information to people. Be it Nagato or Kushina. They need to refrain from creating any more variables that can change the future too much, or else they'll lose an important advantage.
Nagato was also lost in thoughts besides them. Trying to come up with a plan to finally earn the trust from Shiro that his sensei already earned. He just didn’t know he wouldn’t need one.
When they were close to cross the border between Ame and Kusa, a group of twelve Iwa nin ambushed them.
Nagato, being a sensory type, alerted Shiro before they saw the opponent’s shadows. The younger man appreciated the heads up, even if Shino himself had noticed too. He would have also warned the redhead if he hadn’t got distracted by a sense of déjà vu.
This feeling, when facing an enemy, is incredibly valuable. It meant his subconscious wanted to give him an advantage against a familiar opponent.
And how familiar they are. It seems Danzo’s Root agents were also among other nations' soldiers.
During the fight, Lee realizes the true objective behind such an attack. These Anbu soldiers are going all out on Nagato, trying to take him out. Against them, not so much; Shino gives in and starts to watch out for his company's back. Out of guilt that someone from his village is behind the conflicts through Kami and Ame’s borders.
That first fight of theirs; Now it made some sense why such high-level anbu were there in the first place. Unless it was to hunt down a missing ninja; Or to possibly strengthen the frontier guards. The Anbu we're first tasked to infiltrate enemy camps or guard the Hokage. Possibly more, but Shino doesn't want to speculate about the special corps he never joined.
And these blank-faced, dead-eyed Anbu didn't belong to the Hokage. These are people that went through the same training as Sai. Rock Lee would know because Sai always made his skin tickle awry. It felt like something human was missing inside his friend’s heart.
When the battle is over, Shiro is worse for wear. They didn't want to, but the head was heavy with memories of Konohagakure and their family; They believe it is a condition that worsened after Jiraiya’s departure, this aching that called forth some type of mercy.
They have been away from home for too long. It makes their spirit weak.
Living on the edge, only being fueled by hate for the creature that must die. That will die under their hands.
Shino had to admit. Lee was the one keeping them alive by now. Be it his positivity or his indistinguishable flame of spirit, the man kept going. He wonders from where this power comes from; And if he used to have something close to that years ago when he left home to go fight in a war.
“You… I didn't think you'd protect me like that…”
Black hair covers dark eyes. Nevertheless, Shiro can see that Nagato seems astounded. For good reason. Not everyone uses Kawarimi to replace themselves with another person. Shino only did it because he recognized the Aburame Jutsu. A vain attempt to not let Nagato kill any more of his kinsman, even if they were only a puppet created by Danzo.
Rock Lee took over to answer, smiling brightly. Some envy behind his closed eyelids. His hand is pulled up in a thumbs up to push down such ancient sentiment.
“You can't die before meeting your family! I'll make sure of it.”
“...sit down, there isn't anybody else close,” Nagato took some medical supplies from his pockets, ready to put the bandages on his colleague's bleeding hands.
“Ah, wait, I can do it myself.”
“Use the time to pick up your breath. I'll do it.”
“Ah, no, it's just; I wanted to wrap my entire arm this time. Just in case we'll have more trouble ahead.”
Purple eyes silently glanced for a moment before continuing to watch over the handy work. The redhead doesn't say anything more; In the end, both of Shiro’s arms are wrapped in white bandages. Lee felt some kind of relief after flexing if they were too loose or too tight. He felt more like himself now, somehow.
Why didn't you put them before then?
Yes, why didn't he cover his arms in bandages once he knew the camp had good storage of them?
I wanted to know; If they were needed. With you here Shino, I don't need to rely only on my physical body. At least not to the point I'd have to break every bone in it to make myself stronger.
And as much as this body is now mine, It is also yours. It felt weird imagining you with this.
Are you saying I look bad when wrapped in bandages?
And if I say yes?
Shiro barked out a laugh, genuine mirth coming from him.
Nagato wasn't sure if it was because of him, but he relaxed seeing that his partner was okay.
Iwasawa focused on her breathing. A technic to help calm down the rising restlessness creeping inside her. After all, Zetsu had put her in a tight spot. The guy said she wasn’t ready to face a Sannin; Now he puts her face to face against the very man that gave those Konoha shinobi their title. Even if he trained her for a little while; He doesn’t seriously think she got strong enough to fight Ame’s leader, does he?
Her new mask covered her whole face; It made the man in front of her not see her ugly expression.
If she survives this conversation with Hanzō of the Salamander, Natsuki will run towards their hideout to give that guy a punch. Maybe a stab wound… She should chop one of his arms. After all, the woman had seen Zetsu grow a leg before. Really, Natsuki felt all her anger being cooled down by those black and orange eyes staring at her. Once she’s not under this stare her anger will surface enough to make minced meat.
“You were sent by Danzō? I don’t remember sending an answer to him yet. Is that why you are here?”
He was mocking her; No, it is better to say he is annoyed by her presence and what Hanzō thinks she represents. Iwasawa doesn’t know who are the players Zetsu is playing within his opera, but she thinks this Danzō is one if she had to guess. Were the two plotting something together or was Zetsu only using him too? She wasn’t that interested to learn before. And now, this is where that brought her.
After not gaining a reaction from the masked kunoichi, Ame’s leader slowly blinked, getting bored from talking with a moving statue. He had interacted with other special agents from Konoha sent by one of their elders; Every single one looking more and more like wood puppets from Suna. In the beginning, killing them was an option. Now, Hanzō knew better, because destroying a puppet didn’t make him feel anything. And it seems like their owner also knew that.
Killing this one is also a waste of chakra.
“I’ll tell you the same answer from last time. Ame doesn’t need assistance from Konoha to end an illegitimate organization in its territory. Akatsuki is nothing for me to worry about.”
The man almost reclined back at his chair before a stream of monotonous words came pouring from behind that porcelain mask.
“Jiraiya of the Sannin was seen affiliating himself with Akatsuki; It’s known he trained the three founding members. Konoha didn’t consent to such interaction. It is not explicit what is his personal intentions.”
Natsuki stops her memorized lines after a hand is raised. Ame’s village head seems to have gotten interested in her bait, eyes taking a more aggressive look. Honestly, she didn’t know what came out of her mouth completely; One thing is sure though, Zetsu knew which words would make even Hanzō reevaluate his previous decisions.
Five meters from her, a legendary ninja started pondering about the second war. More specifically, about the one team from Konoha that left an impression on him after withstanding his poison. The three had fought well, survived longer than the rest of their comrades, Hanzō knew they could grow even more if he left them alive. That’s why he named them. It would make it easier to keep track of them.
Tsunade left her village.
Orochimaru didn’t show any interest besides learning all existing Jutsus.
Jiraiya… The Toad Sannin is the only one that could threaten his position as it is. The guy is not only loyal to his Hokage and teacher, but an idealistic visionary in search of peace in a vicious world.
Hanzō pitied him just as he did for his past self who had hoped for the same thing. But pity is a hollow sentiment for what could be a threat now. If Jiraiya knows about his deeds or not, having him leading what he thought is only a bunch of children playing heroes can be aggravating. Akatsuki seems to seek peace within Ame. If the Konoha nin say just a few selected words, they will see Hanzō as a tyrant enticing war from left and right in this country.
It will be better to prevent an insurgency or possibly a revolution to usurp him.
Hanzō quickly writes down a different answer inside a scroll, throwing it at Natsuki when finished. She picks it up from where it landed and slowly replaces it with a similar scroll of her own. Her actions only made Hanzō more annoyed.
“Leave.” Ordered a very rough voice.
The woman didn’t need to hear it twice, disappearing from the office and running away from the village hidden by the rain.
Once she arrived back at the underground cavern, she yanked the strange mask from her face and tossed it away. Unfortunately, it didn’t break; Which in consequence, only made her explode in more fury.
Her current situation is irritating. Having to obey Zetsu, pretend to be someone else, knowing Shiro is alive and dandy; Everything is boiling her over. Iwasawa had only waited this long because she knew! She knew that fighting a Sannin would make her revenge die with her.
But that’s not the case anymore.
From the bits and pieces of information Zetsu gave her from his plan, Akatsuki is to be attacked by Hanzō and Konoha Anbu in a few days. With such a surprising force attacking, Shiro is sure to be worn out when she strikes.
Even with her whole body itching to just go kill him now, that quiet voice of logic made her sit down on the floor. She’s impulsive, everyone who knew her described her as such. But her control over it from time to time made her survive this long. Because sometimes, it is worth more the victory than the possible satisfaction from it.
While having such thoughts to calm her nerves, a figure emerged from the wall in front of her. A familiar and disturbing one. After all, this guy was the perfect copy of her right now.
Except that Zetsu didn’t yank the white mask and had his sickening smile on her face after taking it off, somehow making the situation look even creepier.
“You are such a freak,” was all Natsuki said to him.
He laughed; It made Iwasawa nauseous to hear her voice like that. Wanting it to stop, she takes the scroll in her pocket and sends it flying towards the abomination.
It grabs the object before it’s hit by it.
“An entertainment as ever, Iwasawa-san,” is his answer before opening the thing and reading its content.
Not waiting for him to finish, she finally asks how things went on his side.
“Everything is going as I planned. Danzō received good news and is ready to deploy his agents to Hanzō’s usage. He is hoping to capture Shiro after the chaos, so you’ll have to race it and kill him before that. As for Hanzō, don’t worry, he will refrain from interfering.”
“Because of the scroll I gave him?”
Zetsu nodded.
“It’s not particularly my thing to impersonate someone’s handwriting. Even if it comes easily for me.”
“Urgh, can’t you turn back to normal already?”
Standing up, Natsuki takes out the short sword Zetsu had given her for the disguise. Zetsu, still using her face, arch an eyebrow. He seems a bit taken back by the calm in her voice despite the threatening stance she takes.
“Eager to train? It didn’t seem like you appreciated my teachings that much.”
“No, I just want to see you regrow another limb.”
There was clear mirth reflected in those brown eyes before they turned yellow for the split second it took for his body to morph back; Once again using the image of the human Natsuki knows him to be. He plays with the idea of showing its true form like she asked, just to see another of her hilarious expressions. Really, White Zetsu never had so much fun playing with this kind of mutt before.
Notes:
Proofreading takes so much time
Chapter 21: Inclemency
Notes:
There’s no other way to say this:
Writing Jiraiya IC is my achilles’ heel. He’s the bane of this fanfic’s slow updates I swear to god.
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It took him three days, but Jiraiya is finally back at the village. A bit worn out from the trip, but glad nonetheless that his home wasn’t much different from when he left. With the contents he read in the Hokage’s last message, there had been an inkling of fear contaminating his blood that things might have looked bad, or something worse for that matter, when he arrived. But there was no screaming or fighting inside as he passed the gates, greeting the ninjas guarding the village’s entrance even during lunch. There is a sense of relief with the familiar buildings and streets doused in sunlight. More so about how the people in Konoha strived to maintain some semblance of peace amidst war times. But there are a few cracks where reality passed through. The main hospital became a sleepless entity, while the Academy struggles to prepare more soldiers to replace the growing list of names KIA. Most genins graduate with excitement and younger children play ninja on the streets, unaware that being a soldier isn’t all the glory they imagine.
While walking around, taking some time before meeting his teacher, the toad summoner finds himself visiting the training grounds. To get a glimpse of those young blood. He finds, most surprisingly, a genin doing some target practice with a small audience.
“I thought ninjas are supposed to hit the dot in the middle?” One of the pipsqueaks asks after Obito’s kunai barely strikes the outer ring of the mark, sounding innocent enough. The smaller one beside him nods in agreement, pushing the round glasses up his nose while taking a good look at the Uchiha’s form.
“Well! I can’t concentrate when you guys keep questioning my abilities, ok?! And I told you two to leave already!” Loud as always, his voice is easily recognised by anyone who knows the boy. And although Jiraiya didn’t see Minato’s students frequently, he still had the capacity to remember their faces and personalities.
“Why only us? What about him?” The child points at the infant with some resemblance to Obito among them, who couldn’t be older than five like Kabuto, implying that there is some favouritism going on. It annoys the ninja even more.
“Shisui is my baby cousin and I have to look after him today.” As if speaking the obvious, Obito retrieves his dull kunai, but once he turns back to walk to his throwing spot, a man is standing behind the little kids. Not recognizing him, he runs to protect Shisui and the annoying duo. “Oi! What do you want with them?”
“Hahaha, nothing. Just wanted to see who my grand-grand students are.” Jiraiya jokes, a smirk on his face when the Uchiha frowns at him, not understanding the punchline. On the other side, Urushi and his brother stand up from sitting on the ground to fawn over him.
“Mister! Are you a ninja too? Can you show us how you throw a kunai? Obito needs help-” “OI! I don’t need help!” He shouted to try and drown the embarrassing truth.
Urushi starts a “You do!” “I don’t!” match with the Uchiha. Kabuto decides to continue the explanation. Little Shisui looked at his cousin with scrutiny, watching everything unfold like free baby entertainment.
“We want to be ninjas, but Obito isn’t a good teacher. His explanations don’t make sense. But he’s the only one who doesn’t chase us away and let’s us watch.” Some of the usual shyness is absent when noticing this man’s hair color. It isn’t identical to his, but it is the closest he’d seen after living this long. Besides, just by looking at his face, he knew this person was good. He has this aura similar to when Shiro-nii-san was energetic.
The Jounin laughs heartily, pleased to know that this is the most worrying thing for children inside Konoha’s walls. “Alright, I’ll show this Genin how it is done.” Taking out one of his spares from his weapon pouch, Obito furiously explains his ranking is Chunin, not Genin anymore. If true, then Minato’s students advanced quite well while he wasn’t looking. But if Obito is struggling with throwing weapons at this distance, then it means the skills needed to advance ranks have lowered significantly. It means their numbers have decreased too much since the War started.
Even with arms crossed and a frown, the little Uchiha watched with attention the other ninja’s movements. It is fast and hard to follow without a sharingan. But if Bakakashi can do it, then he doesn’t need special eyes to do it as well! With eagerness, he gives another shot, landing this attempt somewhat closer to the center of the target. For their audience, it is just as bad as the last one.
“This is getting boring. Shisui! Kabuto! Let’s play ninja hide-n-seek!” Urushi doesn’t see a problem with grabbing the little Uchiha’s hand to pull him where they ought to find a better spot to play. Kabuto follows after hesitating, taking a look back at the strange man before rushing to stay close to his brother. Obito has to stop what he’s doing to run after them, hating how he became a babysitter of three on his day off. Inside his head, he knew that Kakashi didn’t have such distracting problems. No, that guy’s only problem is the stick up his butt, making him moody and insufferable. Maybe being different from him in that aspect didn’t seem like a loss, in his opinion.
After taking such an opportunity to loosen up the invisible tension of staying near the border for so long, it is time for Jiraiya to face one of the reasons he’s been called back. To his disappointment, the Hokage’s room wasn’t empty when he climbed the window; In fact, there were more people than he initially expected. Danzo is there, sitting on the side couch while Minato and Orochimaru seem to have started a staring match. Hiruzen, exhausted, is smoking more than usual. The whole room smells of tobacco. Even his infamous entry did nothing to alleviate the thick atmosphere. So dense and heavy it begged the question if it couldn’t be cut with a knife.
“Ah~ I know, I know. The party couldn’t start without me.” His boisterous laughter is interrupted by Orochimaru.
“Always the comedian, Jiraiya.” His teammate smiled, still managing to deliver a feeling of growing distance. He wished that they could stay close since Tsunade left. But his friend never gave him any chances for that, instead pushing their bond away and hiding behind Anbu work, ignoring all the years they spent together growing up. It is a different kind of pain than simply getting stabbed.
“Since you are here, let’s start.” Hiruzen’s heavy voice demanded compliance. Starting with the authoritarian Hokage tone? Things are really serious then. With a small chakra burst, a hidden seal activates under Sarutobi’s desk. Soundproofing the room and concealing all the people inside from being detected by outsiders. A good product from his seal-making studies.
“What are your intentions by associating yourself with that group in Ame, Jiraiya?” Danzo opens his mouth first, with a gloomy air around his body like a haunting ghost. It seems the elder is still bold as ever, trying to overpower the Hokage in his own office by questioning first. But to everyone’s surprise, Sarutobi doesn’t say anything, only observing his student behind clasped hands over the desk.
“I stumbled upon them while gathering information. Just helping some young kids I know. What about it?” He got defensive too fast, making Minato clench his teeth. For a while now he’s been defending Jiraiya while the man himself was absent, but it is difficult to have much ground on a battle of wits when your ally incriminates themselves by accident.
“I see. Tactless as usual.” With an exaggerated sigh, his lone eye changed focus to the teacher of such an idiotic shinobi. “Hiruzen, even if unintentionally, this student of yours strained any chances of calling a ceasefire with Amegakure. Helping an organization clashing with the current leader, aiding them to overthrow Hanzō… Where exactly is his loyalty to this village?”
Straight and blunt. Shimura is feeling confident he got the upper hand. The Hokage can only close his eyes, as if in deep thought. Although in actuality, he’s buying time. Minato decides then to step in, noticing the ugly frown developing on his teacher’s face.
“Overthrowing is a very stretched assumption, Shimura-san. Unless you know more than you’ve told us, this new group in Ame has not shown any hostility towards us or Hanzō’s authority. The records so far only show interference in battles near civilian settlements around Rain’s territory and the recruitment of rogue ninjas.” Blue eyes give a sideglance to Orochimaru then, expecting to be interrupted again by now. He pushed forward when the man didn’t try any comebacks. Yet.
“It wouldn’t be illogical to expect you to know more, either way. Your misusage of Root resources has been already established, as well as the records of infiltrated Root agents in other villages-”
“Misusage?” Orochimaru scoffed, interrupting the blond’s little speech as expected. “Perhaps you meant overused, Namikaze-san. After all, most ninjas brought into Root are skilled Anbu trained for undercover missions. Using their abilities to infiltrate the enemy and gather vital information is expected, no? And even if Shimura-san have implemented more missions than typically needed, we are currently at war.”
“Certainly, that can be avowed. But what about the secretiveness of it? It is counterproductive that he was keeping so much of that vital information to himself instead of sharing it with Hokage-sama.”
After that, the two returned to glaring at each other once more, both standing there with no intention of backing down. It felt as tense as the frontline battles, where the smallest misstep can be fatal. Jiraiya took the moment to pass the word to his sensei.
“As you know, I spent a long time monitoring the border. I managed to map out patterns in Suna’s tactics as well as Iwa’s manoeuvres across Kusa. Partially thanks to the cooperation with Akatsuki, as they like to call themselves. There could be some lingering friction between them and Hanzō, but nothing that could spark that man to move against them right now.” With that testimony, Danzō grips his cane tighter. “Their leader has a vision of peace, working to relieve the casualties brought to his home country. As I see it, Hanzō would not interfere if what they are doing benefits Ame and him while maintaining an unaffiliated stance, politically speaking.”
“Hm,” The snake Sannin hums, gathering the others' attention back to him. “It is correct to assume then that Hanzō is wary of them, like you said yourself.” At the hoovering question mark over his teammate’s head, he explains more in-depth. “You were seen with this Akatsuki walking emblem by not only our soldiers but by other nations, including Ame’s shinobi. No matter how much they claim to be independent, it is obvious in their eyes that Akatsuki possesses some connection to Konoha because of your ties with their public figures.”
Jiraiya grimaced at that. Although gifted for intel reconnaissance, he isn’t on a level of espionage Root members are. Nor is he equipped for such. And even when the idea to use a henge appeared while staying with those kids, Shiro had some odd reactions to it, so he dropped it most of the time. Never mind it being one of the least used ninjutsu he knows, now not using it when needed is coming back to bite him.
“Jiraiya,” Sarutobi finally speaks, calling his student with a firm voice that left their usual shenanigans out from the start. His eyes spoke of a grim decision even before he continued. “We are to believe Hanzō won’t see this Akatsuki in a neutral light for too long, regardless of your involvement with the organization’s leader.” He raised a hand when the man moved an inch, stopping him from interrupting. “A clash will happen, that’s indisputable. What worries me is the image of our village when other nations wonder if we used underhanded tactics, such as manipulating third parties, to aggravate their circumstances.”
That is a can of worms Konoha would be better off not opening. Not now, at least. There’s still too much Hiruzen doesn’t know about his teammate’s usage of ROOT, and the chances he’s involved with other nation’s internal affairs are obviously there, so it would be better to keep this hidden. Or they are risking never achieving an armistice.
Orochimaru landed a glance at the other Sannin, watching the man be slapped with the consequences of his aloof actions. He runs around doing whatever he wants at any given moment. With little to no warning. It felt validating to see his teacher put him on the spot after so long.
“What I need to know, Jiraiya, is what you are going to do when that happens.”
Minato watched his sensei open his mouth, only to close it, taking back whatever he had thought of speaking out loud. There’s a storm of emotions behind his eyes and although rare, this is the face of a man who’s thinking up a storm. He’s clearly tense, just like the rest of the room had been when he arrived. Maybe it is the weight of knowing whatever the outcome of a fight between Hanzō and the Akatsuki might be, Konoha will have to answer for his actions on a diplomatic escale. Because when things are already tense between the nations, having one more thing for others to point a finger at and pressure them with is rather unwelcomed.
If Hanzō finds it advantageous, putting Akatsuki against Konoha, saying they are meddling with rogue ninjas who defected his chain of command, hoping to reintroduce a new leader in Ame that follows Konoha’s doctrines… That would be enough to fuel the distrust among the hidden villages for another decade or so.
Danzō and Sarutobi both knew that Kiri’s civil war could never be pointed back at them, not when the place has been a pit of conspiracies and bloodbath for years now. But at least the Hokage knows how lucky they are for that, while his childhood friend didn’t credit this outcome to mere luck.
A subdued scoff comes out of the Toad Sannin, his arms crossing over his chest. Staring straight into the Hokage’s eyes, he gives his answers with resoluteness.
“If it comes down to it, then it is just as you said. Akatsuki is recruiting defectors to fill their numbers and it just so happens that I joined them.”
There’s a heartbeat of silence.
“You can’t be serious,” Orochimaru says first. Not believing it for a moment, expecting this to be one of the man's bad jokes.
Minato is so shocked he unconsciously makes the sign to repel a genjutsu. Nothing changes. Except for the way Hiruzen’s face looks decades older with how deep his scowl is.
“What do you mean, teme?” Jiraiya laughs, pushing forward with his idea. “If I’m to be branded a missing-nin, Konoha won’t be affected by the aftermath of any actions Akatsuki takes. If I’m the bothersome link, we just need to make it look as if I cut ties! And if it is convincing enough, my espionage contacts can even double-”
“Jiraiya, do you know the gravity of what you’re proposing?” Sarutobi asks, putting more herbs in his pipe, feeling his age like never before. “Defecting in this time of war will be… The chances of pardoning you, even in the future, would be difficult. There is a lot for the village to gain in your plan, but you yourself will lose a lot. And this kind of sacrifice can’t ever come to light, you know that, don’t you?” Lighting the tabaco, Hiruzen takes a long drag, eyes never leaving his student. He can see the determination falter for a moment, smile almost being undone, but Jiraiya recomposes himself just as quickly.
Danzō opens his mouth then.
“If it is this simple for you, Jiraiya-san. Why not simply cut ties with that organization instead of your own village?”
For once, Minato didn’t complain about the elder’s provocative questions. He wants to ask the same, but somehow knows the answer already. He knows. He knows but it still isn’t enough to appease his feelings about all of this.
“Well, first because I’m obviously not cutting any ties at all. This would be like an undercover mission. A very extensive one. And if I were to try and clear up for all the elemental nations that I’m not associated with those kids anymore, nothing short of bloody horror would be needed. Since killing them isn’t an option, there are no other options at all, yeah?” He turned around, arms stretched out as if waiting for the others to agree.
“Idiot,” Orochimaru bites out. Minato, near him, can only shake his head.
“Luckily, for you,” the Hokage starts, a puff of smoke flowing out with the tired sigh he gives. “This is still the last resort. Right now, Ame didn’t pressure us with any demands.”
There’s a crinkly sound to the side where Shimura Danzō stands up from the leather couch. A hand goes underneath his robe’s sleeve. He takes out a scroll and walks daintily to the Hokage’s desk to place it down. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Hiruzen. This was intercepted not long ago near the western border.”
Jiraiya recognizes the paper instantly. Something only found in the land of rain. A special scroll made of cloth instead of paper that prevents important messages from being damaged by water. He’s too impatient to wait for his teacher to read it, turning around to ask the elder with a frown.
“What is that?”
Danzō barely arched an eyebrow at the tone used to address him. Minato can feel his stomach turn in anticipation, a sixth sense foreboding what he will hear.
“A demand.” Sarutobi takes his eyes off the thing to glare at his friend, holding back to ask right away how or when he got his hands on such a letter. “More specifically, declaring their move against Akatsuki and an ultimatum for Konoha to not intervene. If we do, then further communications will be dropped.”
Now, even the Anbu stationed around the room’s shadows felt the smothering tension. Enough to feel like it was suffocating their lungs underwater. There is no rain on the horizon—at least, not over Konoha’s blue sky. Yet it still felt like grey clouds were hovering over all of their heads, threatening. Thundering.
- Me, the author, coming back to post a new chapter after nearly 2 years of silence:
Chapter 22: It's not a thunderstorm. This is an earthquake.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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As most things tend to, it had started small. Imperceptible even. But it gained momentum with such speed... Once he was aware of it, it had been too late to prepare for what was to come. Shino could lament on that part. Not because of the emotional turmoil itself, but because he ought to be better at recognizing patterns; To not fall into a blind sense of tranquillity that could hinder him from noticing changes, even if minimal, happening around him. Their repetitive routines and constant involvement with Yahiko and the others made it harder to notice the slow shift in the leader’s temperament.
He can still remember that night when they first met. Maybe he would have noticed something if only he had taken a moment to compare that Yahiko with the current one. But because he’s always trying to keep his distance, he didn’t. And Lee, who doesn’t have any special training in investigative tracking, had been oblivious as well.
At least Lee had been worried when he felt something amiss. Shino only felt anxious.
It had been one of those days when Shiro was sent to patrol an area where rumours of Leaf shinobi fighting and levelling the land with their battle against Iwa reached Akatsuki's ears. They went if only to continue searching for any signs of Zetsu and prevent Konoha from losing any more people. Not for the first time, they ended up with nothing—their only good deed was to rescue a few people on the way there. When they returned to the hidden village; That’s when the constant rain over their head felt like a bad omen, for starters.
Reaching the main hideout, Shiro was surprised that no one else shared that ominous feeling. Others happily greeted him, wide smiles all around, before delivering the big news: Hanzō had sent a messenger while he was away, delivering a letter that Amegakure’s leader had finally come around to accepting and recognizing Akatsuki. Soon negotiations for their stance on the country’s legal system would occur and everyone was too enthralled by that notion to notice Konan still hadn't returned from her patrol to party as well.
Yahiko and Nagato were chatting by themselves on a secluded balcony of the building. They didn’t share the celebratory atmosphere from the other members, but looked content nonetheless. More surprising than that, is that Yahiko had relaxed just enough for his tiredness to be visible. Being the leader of an illegal organization isn’t easy. Nor is the task of standing on his feet after having his dreams belittled time and time again, witnessing a cycle of bloodshed and hatred repeat itself right before his eyes among the citizens of his own village. His ideology had matured to “eye for an eye” and sometimes, more often as of late, he didn’t call for Shiro to pull back his punches when dealing with foreign ninjas. Lee still did that, unprompted, and Shino should have noticed how the jokes were diminishing after every meeting.
“Ah, Shiro. Welcome back,” Nagato greeted first. Visible Rinnegan scanning him for any injuries. Lee gave him a smile in return, noticing that there was some color to what is usually a pale complexion on the Uzumaki. If it weren’t for the dark clouds always blocking the sunlight, perhaps he wouldn’t look sickly all the time. “You heard the good news already, right?”
“I did! But…” Shiro frowns, halting his words. Lee can’t explain this discomfort wrapped around his skin. And while he asked Shino for help inside their head, his friend was quite busy digging up all those fading memories of the Academy’s history lessons and Naruto’s convoluted plan inside his brain to answer right away.
“Something the matter?” Yahiko asked, not expecting this reaction from their comrade. Even if Shiro is an oddball most of the time, some things still made sense—usually. He’s still human, after all. But this troubled look on him didn’t quite connect with everyone else’s reaction. Not after this incredible victory of being officially recognized for who they are and what they represent. “Did something happen while you were out?” At the worried look in his eyes, Rock Lee quickly waved his arms.
“No, no, nothing like that.” Gazing out at the towering buildings made of metal, with this incessant rain pecking around, his eyes searched for anything that could be pointed as the culprit for this deep-seated apprehension. “It just- Well, this just came about all of a sudden! Maybe it is too good to be true? Is what I’m thinking.”
That earns a cheeky smile from Yahiko, who approaches to hang his arm over their shoulders. “I know, I kind of understand. But hey! We all worked so hard for this, so don’t go and jinx us now that we have something to show for it!” Lee doesn’t bother with his hair being messed around, paying more attention to how relieved the young man near him appears to be. They didn’t grow up as much in these past months, somehow still looking young around the edges. Still youthful with some energy, and that is a good sign as ever for Rock Lee.
Nagato gave a quiet laugh, “Don’t worry, we are all going to this first meeting together to see if it’s legitimate. As much as we’d like to believe it straight away, we are still cautious about it too.” His words did help with easing that strange anxiety, letting Shiro sigh before being pushed aside by the other man.
“Yeah, can’t be too cautious since this is Hanzō after all. Something-something security first. We’re just going to organize ourselves today and leave tomorrow morning for the place mentioned in the letter.” With his plans explained, Yahiko starts walking up the wall. “Kyūsuke said something about having a feast, I’ll go see if he's not wasting budget on his terrible food tastes.”
And with that, he’s gone. Nagato opens his mouth, wanting to continue whatever they had been discussing earlier, but lets it be. Instead bracing his arms on the railing and watching the rain fall. Lee stands beside him, parsing through what felt like lingering tension. It is hard to tell if it was coming off of him or the redhead.
“He was starting to lose hope, you know?” Nagato speaks first, voice almost a whisper, barely loud enough to be heard with all the noise of water hitting metal plates around them. “Not on our cause, but on himself as the leader.” A sour smile was on his face as if the words spoken had left a bad taste on his tongue. Somehow after that duo mission with him near Kusa, Shiro found himself listening in to the worries Nagato couldn’t tell his two best friends. Usually, because it involved them. With a nod of encouragement from Lee, he continued.
“He was talking about me taking over as the leader. I don’t know where he got that idea, but I refused. I know I’m not cut out for that,” with a depreciating laugh, he puts his head down, forehead resting over his arms. As if suddenly, all the weight of the world rested over his shoulders. Or something close to that.
“Oh,” was the tactless first input from the only listener. After a second or two, Lee decides to give his opinion on the matter. “I’m not sure what Yahiko-san is thinking about, but if he sounds unsure of himself, you can try and help him with that. Not exactly the way he wants but maybe something close to it…?” Tapping his chin, he tries to think of a better way to give advice. “Maybe he’s feeling too much pressure since things are getting critical. You and Konan could be, like, his advisors to share some of that burden? After all, hidden villages have that. A council, I mean.”
Nagato looked up at him, reflecting on whether or not to plant that seedling of an idea. The three of them had always been together when discussing huge decisions to be made. But maybe that hadn’t been enough to help Yahiko. He had been the one to put the last word and final say in front of everyone. It is also him who listens to every member’s opinions while managing every disagreement that surfaces.
“What does a council do?” He asks, not having any experience nor worthy knowledge about them.
“Ah, I think they are a bridge between people and their kage. They bring up important matters while dealing with minor things a Kage shouldn’t waste time thinking about. They also give advice and try to help solve problems faster than only one person can by themselves.”
Rock Lee didn’t have much experience with the old council of Konoha. But he did participate in those late-night discussions where everyone would help plan for their next fight against Zetsu’s white clones. When they talked about rations and supplies going low. Or listened to Sakura’s complaints about the others' inability to pick up on Iryō ninjutsu to help with healing. Even joining brains to try and make sense of Shikamaru’s scribbled notes after he fell unconscious for a few days and couldn’t explain them himself, his foresight still saving them from being cornered a few times even when unable to speak, much less move…
“That sounds like a good idea,” Nagato pulled Lee from his memories with his voice, a grateful look on his face. “Thank you. Talking to you always makes my problems shrink somehow.”
Lee gave a bright grin at that, more than happy to have helped. Nagato gives him a quick farewell, eager to share this idea with his leader before Yahiko settles with giving his position to the redhead once and for all. After he’s gone, Shiro stays a bit longer on the balcony. Only because one of his souls decided then to speak up inside his head;
“It’s different. Something changed,” Shino sounded half unsure and half unsettled about that. Before Rock Lee could question what he was talking about, the Aburame gave his signature answer. “Why? Because Hanzō only made a move near the end of the war. It is still quite early for him to act against this Akatsuki.”
Scratching his head, Lee thought for a moment. Then spoke what he had in his mind, not keen to keep even those thoughts only to himself.
“Doesn’t that mean we changed something? Maybe for the better,” like they were striving for. Some hopeful part of him wishes that the letter sent by Hanzō is genuine. But this is a leader of one of the most secluded hidden villages. Someone who isn’t nicknamed a tyrant for lack of a better term. His grip on the shinobi under him was as tight as the bolts keeping these towers of metal strapped together. If anything goes out of line, he is fast to amend that. Or so Shiro has been told by the others who have worked under the man before joining the organization.
“No. I can’t say for sure, but the probability is too low for that.” Shino, as the more rational side, says so matter of factly. Indeed, it would be great if their involvement with the Akatsuki earned the organization a place under Ame’s law that wasn’t with a warning on the footnote that said Ilegal Group in red ink. He might be leaning too much on what he’s familiar with, that being Konoha’s legal system, but no one in power has ever shown grace for those who threaten said power. And as much as shinobi are trained to believe that the ladder of the ranking system could lead them to the seat of a Kage, there are many more subtle and unwritten rules for that. Or else every village would become like Kiri, who only the strongest and ruthless had a say in the government affairs. A place where blood is shed all too easily.
Shino had been aware of that all the more after Tsunade became Hokage. Because he had to acknowledge that after she took the seat, some changes that Sarutobi Hiruzen had been too careful about took place. Not that he could speak ill of his village’s leader, but… The Third had spent too many years stagnated under that hat. The longest to have spent running the village, admittedly. And with old age, human brains start to slow down considerably.
His thoughts might be a tad disrespectful right now from all the bad emotions stirring in his heart, but the fact is this: Danzō did all those despicable things under the nose of Sarutobi Hiruzen. If that isn’t some sort of incompetence, Shino is afraid he didn’t know what to call it. The Hokage can only be pardoned because he’s human, just like Shino, and mistakes are bound to be made. But damn it if his mistakes weren’t as bad as Shino’s of stumbling into the Space-Time Fūinjutsu seal.
“Lee, we should prepare for the worst. Naruto said Yahiko died from an ambush made by Hanzō. This might be it, even if earlier than before,” While admitting so, a part of Shiro’s brain turned and squirmed as Shino attempted to think on why. Did their appearance force the hand of Ame’s leader to act earlier? That’s one way to think of it. But something in Shino told him that there was something else as well.
On the other side of their brain, Rock Lee felt how his friend’s overthinking sprouted a slight headache. Besides shaking his head, some water flying out from their hair, he moved to get inside and do as told. Prepare for the worst. Except, no matter how much he warmed up his muscles and how many shurikens he packed, Shino didn’t quiet down. His anxiety began to rub off on Lee while they watched the other Akatsuki members celebrated by eating something other than rations. Maybe for a good reason. Not a few hours later that night, Nagato was walking around the base with a worried pull on his steps, close to running but not quite there yet. When he approached Shiro, there was a deep frown on his forehead. A simple question that made something fall into place in Shino’s mind.
“Have you seen Konan today?”
The rising uneasiness reached its peak at the realization that Konan hadn’t returned since morning. Shiro followed Nagato to Yahiko’s office, or what they had taken to calling an office, to find their leader. The conversation was heated between the two while Lee attempted to mediate their rising panic, not wanting anyone to jump to conclusions prematurely. Konan is skilled enough to handle a simple scouting and resupplying route for the small group they have watching over the border with Fire Country. So unless she encountered something out of their expectations, there is no reason for her tardiness. Of course, this timing didn’t help, many unpleasant thoughts speculating that Hanzō might have had something to do with it. But with Akatsuki so close to getting accepted, they shouldn't rush and blindly throw blame.
With tensed shoulders, Yahiko decided for them to wait a bit longer, putting faith that Konan would show up in a few minutes. But after two more hours passed after midnight, he had enough of sitting idly and went out. Nagato is not a step behind. Lee had in good faith shouted at some members they passed by to group everyone and follow them. Albeit not in a position to call out orders like that, no one hesitated to follow with it. It is after they reach the place where their talk with Hanzō of the Salamander should happen that Lee regrets bringing everyone with them. Because those people up there, surrounding them as the incessant rain fell, dawn barely bringing any sunlight behind the grey clouds, couldn’t be mistaken as anything but Konoha Anbu. Root. Danzō. Brainwashed or not, those were fellow shinobi of the leaf who would fight their new comrades of the Akatsuki.
For the others, what they focused on instead was Konan. Bound by a chakra-suppressing rope and at the mercy of Hanzō. Clearly, his intentions didn’t align with anything from the letter he had sent them. No—His intentions were more than clear once he spoke.
“Yahiko… As the leader, you must die.” The voice, albeit muffled by his mask, could be heard clearly by everyone. Cold and uncaring. “If you resist, this woman will die.” He threatened, putting the kunai against Konan’s throat. She glared up at him, defiance in the face of death.
Some voices were raised in protest, but the sentiment everyone shared was exactly that; Yahiko couldn’t die. He’s their leader and the hope for a better Ame. But with a flick of his hand, those murmurs quieted down. Showing his control over his colleagues. Not waiting to give a second for the other party to entertain the idea that he wouldn’t listen like the others. After all, Konan, just like Nagato, was more than a member of the organization. She’s the closest thing to family that the other two orphans who grew up with her have.
With the tension so high, Shino eyed the small army they stood against. Wouldn’t be easy, but remembering the number of White Zetsus they had fought in that apocalyptic future, this didn’t come close to overpowering him and Rock Lee. They can certainly handle this.
A kunai lands near them. Shiro looks up, squinting his eyes to see the enemy.
“You! The crazy one. Use that to kill Yahiko. Then I’ll spare the rest of your friends.”
Shino narrowed his eyes, aware that this promise was empty, seeing how many people were standing by waiting for the order to attack them. Although there is a saying that no snake can stand without its head, and so no group would function without its leader, it would make him an idiot to believe Hanzō would leave after only decapitating a snake.
“No! Forget me and escape while you can!” Konan shouts, hoping to knock some sense into her boys; That they should run away from this place. That her life isn’t worth all of the Akatsuki’s annihilation.
“Shiro…” On his right, Yahiko had a grave semblance of someone determined to sacrifice himself. Shiro would know, too many familiar faces flashed with that same gaze. Rock Lee, for the first time in a while, felt his hands shaking. When he moved to pick up the blade, another voice to his left called him, voice cracking and barely audible.
“Shiro, don’t-” Nagato looked utterly terrified. Shino had to blink away Kiba’s ghost from overlapping the redhead. His despair too identical to when his friend lost Akamaru.
Over their heads, just like the shaking thunder of the rainstorm, Hanzō’s voice reverberated with a finality to his words.
“Hurry up. Or do you want this woman to die?!”
Shino, who was trained to deal with hostages like this under Kurenai, moves. If only to stop their enemy from making any harsh decisions to end Konan because of his hesitation. His brain fumed at what he could do with this disadvantageous situation while Lee whispered to him how many gates they could open to move as fast as possible. Three gates and they would be fast enough. With the Kunai grasped, they stand up.
Alright.
Yahiko, preparing himself to do what needs to be done, blinks for one second. But that is all it takes for Lee to open the first two gates subsequently. His shock at not seeing the boy is matched by Nagato, who looks around. Kyūsuke, known as the swift one, is barely able to notice the direction Shiro had run towards. And when his head tilts up to look where Konan had been, a strong quake shakes the earth, as if fifty explosive tags were set off at the same time.
“What the-” He starts, caught off guard by this scene. Of course, everyone knew how strong Shiro was, but no one had ever seen him open a gate. Since, so far, Rock Lee didn’t have a reason to do so. But Kyūsuke wasn’t the only one surprised, Hanzō himself didn’t have time to react or do anything but receive a kick to his abdomen fully unprepared, sending him away practically flying. Only by sheer reflex does his hands move to counterattack, not wanting the enemy to follow up with another kick of this strength. It’s a fire jutsu, aimed where the woman was, hoping to catch either her or his assailant. But for someone at Shiro’s speed, it is a second too slow. Appearing once more near Nagato and Yahiko, Lee uses the blade to cut Konan’s binds as fire erupts where she had been seconds ago. Her eyes look at him, wide in shock to see his usual pale skin taking a red tone.
“Kill them!” The leader of Ame commands with no restraint, and what ensues is another clash of ninjas befitting this time of War. Shiro, ever so hopeful of ending this quickly, immediately goes after Hanzō.
Notes:
I'm going to be honest here. When I started this chapter, I had a clear plan. But by the end of it, the train went off the rails a bit. So now I'll have to think about how to put it back where I want. This is what happens when I indulge myself.
Maybe I should do it. Maybe I should flee the country...Ok, FINE, I will just write the battle next chapter instead.
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