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Chapter 17: Cardboard Heroes

“Jan, Ken, Pon!”

“ARGH!!” Kankuro looked ready to pull his hood down so he could tear his hair out.

“This game is really dumb. I don’t see the point.”

“Shut up and throw again!”

Naruto sighed and shrugged, “It’s not going to do any good you know.”

“It’s not natural! I said throw again!”

“Jan, Ken, Pon!”

“ARGH!!”

“What are you guys doing?” Temari asked; they’d agreed to meet Naruto after their own training, but she’d had to stay behind and ask Baki-sensei some questions. He’d been grumpier than usual – not at all thrilled to be just getting back from a boring stint at the border when he was supposed to be exempt from that sort of thing now that he had a team. Naruto had gotten her thinking about wind affinity and how exactly that worked. Her teacher had seemed to think she was jumping the gun a bit, but he’d given her a book on elemental chakra, just the same.

Afterwards, she’d stalled him just a little longer, debating asking her sensei if he knew what was going on with their father and the high-ranked sloppy missions they’d been sent on recently. Frankly, she didn’t know who she could trust at the moment, and she wasn’t willing to do or say anything that might separate Gaara from them at this point, so she’d chickened out. With her sensei being affected by these crazy decisions, it seemed logical that he wouldn’t be part of the conspiracy, but she didn’t think it was bad enough yet to risk it. Her brother’s humanity was a fragile thing and something like that could very well kick him back into the monster he’d been up until he’d had his run in with Naruto.

“We’re playing some dumb game called, ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’ but this is even lamer than jacks or Kaa-san’s slot machines. At least it’s possible to lose at jacks.“ Naruto mumbled.

Temari blinked, “How many rounds have you guys been playing this?” She’d been in the Kaze Tower somewhere around 20 minutes while she explained things to Baki-sensei and he found the book. Their teacher wasn’t very organized, really.

“Eighty-three!” Kankuro shrieked, “And he hasn’t lost once! It’s just not RIGHT!!”

Temari blinked, “Baka! You must be using a pattern or telegraphing what you’re going to throw!” Her brother was such an idiot sometimes. She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve a moron and a psycho as siblings. “Let me try…and close your eyes, Naruto! Just to be sure.”

“Well, okay…but it won’t do any good. I’m telling you, this game is completely stupid!”

“Jan, Ken, Pon!”

Temari blinked, his flat hand representing “paper” very obviously covering her fist of “rock”, and his eyes had stayed firmly closed the whole time. “That’s…that’s not definitive! People statistically choose ‘rock’ more often to start out with! We’ve got to go again!”

Naruto whimpered. “Come on, can’t we go find Gaara and train together? You said we could train when you got done for the day, and I’ve GOT to get this wind thing down! Besides, you promised me Kankuro would let me have a go at Karasu!”

“WHOA! Wait! Not my precious puppet! You’ll KILL him!” Kankuro wailed.

“Shut up and play the stupid game Naruto!” Temari growled.

“Fine.” He muttered petulantly…and promptly won again.

Kankuro snickered, but when she turned to look at him, his face was completely blank and there was no sign of his amusement. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

“No ma’am!”

“Can we train now, please?”

“NO! One more time! Besides, Gaara went up to see Chiyo-baasama earlier this morning, and hasn’t come down yet, so it’s just us, and I am the one with the wind book!”

“…Can’t we just…I dunno…go up and get him?” Naruto tentatively asked. Temari could look pretty scary when she wanted to…

“We’re not supposed to go there. No one’s supposed to go there.” Kankuro spoke up.

“Gaara’s there!”

“Well…no one’s going to tell him he can’t go somewhere, are they?” The puppet user replied.

“Less talking, more playing!” The kunoichi barked.

“I don’t get it! How is this even a game?” Naruto whined. He got a lot of flak for his “Kick the Log” game when he was a kid, but at least that had had a point. He couldn’t believe he’d wasted a Look™ on Ero-jiji to let him go meet his new friends while the old hermit worked on finishing up his sealing project just for this crap.

“Okay,” Temari frowned down at the book open in her lap and chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip for a moment as she skimmed the page, “It says here that Wind is one of the most uncommon affinities, and that it’s really good for offensive things because its main purpose is cutting.”

“Cool! Maybe this won’t be so bad! It’s hard to slice a leaf with it though. I’ve been trying that for weeks.” Naruto leaned over her shoulder to scan the page, himself. He was a pretty fast reader from all the tutoring ‘Zune and Kaa-san had given him through the years. The book was almost all theory because ninja were possessive of their techniques, but he could infer a lot from what it did say. “So, if I’m reading this right, you should be able to coat things in wind chakra to increase their sharpness. That would be pretty cool on weapons! I wonder what kind of damage that sort of thing would do, and what happens if you coat other things in it?” He looked at the vine around his waist speculatively…Ivy was chakra conductive… Hmm, how did you coat things in it without cutting them up though?

Temari shrugged, “I don’t know. Wouldn’t do me much good to use it that way, anyway. My fan’s for distance attacks.”

“Well, sure – but if you figure this out you could carry a smaller fan or two with blades or something. Get it made out of that chakra metal some of the Jounin use and you’d have a pretty devastating weapon there.”

“I dunno…you get a lot more wind out of a big fan. That’s why it’s big. I don’t carry around something that unwieldy for fun, you know.” She frowned, her mind turning with the possibilities.

“Well, you wouldn’t need the extra boost of more wind if your chakra was charged with elemental affinity! It would be more potent that way.”

Kankuro frowned and worked a little more oil into one of Karasu’s joints. “What’s it say about water types? Can’t believe I’m a water type in SUNA…of all the shitty luck…”

“We haven’t gotten there yet, but don’t be so down about it.” Naruto grinned at his new friend, “My great-uncle could make Tsunami out of thin fucking air, EVEN in the desert! Can you imagine what kind of a surprise that would be to an opponent around here? When you think about it, training water jutsu in a place like this is kind of perfect actually – the lack of water would act like resistance training. You’d have KILLER jutsu in places WITH water if you can get them to work even here.”

Kankuro blinked; he hadn’t thought of it that way. He’d sort of resigned himself to having a useless affinity since they’d been tested at the Academy. Suna kids learned about elemental affinities in their last year and got to test for them when they passed so they could know what to focus on. He and Temari had had private tutors on top of the usual classes, of course, so they’d probably learned even a little more about it than the average rookie Suna genin. Around here, wind was definitely more common than water.

He went back to working on his puppet with a more thoughtful look on his face, and the two wind affinities went back to reading the elemental chakra book until Naruto’s inability to sit still evidently kicked in and he couldn’t take the inactivity anymore.

“Okay, so I’ve got the gist of this, I think. I’m pretty sure I’ve been picturing the whole process wrong.”

Temari shrugged, still lost in the theory. She loved this kind of stuff, and after rereading a few of the passages, she thought Naruto was probably right about smaller battle fans. It had a lot of potential, and they would be easily hidden as opposed to the monstrous thing she carried around now. She’d still use it of course, but back-ups wouldn’t hurt…

“Hey, hey! I’m bored, and if Gaara’s been up there all day, don’t you think we should go check on him? Make sure he’s okay and everything? From what you said about the old geezers, they don’t sound all that friendly.”

The sand siblings both stopped what they were doing and looked at him for a few moments, their minds processing the idea of Gaara not being able to take care of himself and just sort of coming up empty. For all that they’d made progress in the last few days, it was still hard to think of their younger brother as someone who wasn’t invincible…and scary as hell.

“Naruto.” Kankuro deadpanned, “I think Gaara can take care of himself with a couple of extremely old people.”

“Hey, old people can be scary! You haven’t met my mother!”

Temari sighed and closed the book. She did feel sort of like it was her duty as an older sister to check up on the kid… even if she didn’t really know what to think of Chiyo-baasama and Ebizo-jijisama… Both she and Kankuro had been pretty young when Gaara had been born and their mother had died, so she didn’t remember the woman very clearly, but the older Sand Siblings had been responsible, at least partially, for most of the bad shit that had happened to their family. Intellectually, she knew her father had ordered it, and that he’d have had someone else do it if they hadn’t agreed – probably someone who would have made an even bigger mess of it without Chiyo-sama’s skill. That didn’t make her feelings any less ambivalent, though. Chiyo and Ebizo were considered heroes of Suna, but like so many other things that were lauded for their strength, they’d caused a lot of pain to a lot of people. They had retreated from the village after what they’d had to do to Gaara, so she supposed that counted for something…

If she were going to start trying to fix the wreck that was their family, barring their father, she thought it would be good to do her best to put those feelings behind her and act like a good older sister, even if Gaara definitely didn’t need their concern or even probably WANT it yet. Little kindnesses could go a long way with her otouto, she’d quickly learned. He just didn’t know how to deal with them. “Okay…it couldn’t hurt to go check. If they let Gaara in, they must not care about company as much as the stories say they do.”

“Well, Gaara might be a special case for them, and it’s not like he would have necessarily given them a choice. He IS having some trouble with the whole, ‘knocking’ concept.” Kankuro pointed out.

Temari smacked him upside the head, “He’s learning! Give him a chance! Jeeze. Besides, he’s gotten much better about that since the Shower Incident.” They’d moved him into their shared apartment a few days ago on a sort of trail period. Temari was sure it wasn’t good for him to live alone, and they were all still alive, so she counted it as a success. That’s not to say everything had gone smoothly… Teaching someone who’d never been afraid to go wherever he wanted whenever he wanted about the concept of privacy was kind of tough, and kicking him in the shin like she usually did to Kankuro when he was being too much of a boy only caused her to painfully stub her toe. He hadn’t even felt it through his sand armor.

That was another thing…since he’d moved in there was sand EVERYWHERE. If she had to sweep out the bathtub one more time before she used it…

“Temari-chan! Suna to Temari-chan!” Naruto waved his hand in front of her face.

“Oh! Sorry…I spaced out there for a minute.”

Kankuro rolled his eyes, but he knew better than to say anything to his violent sister. He’d grown up scared of Gaara, but the past few days had taught him who the real psycho in their family was. Gaara threatened, but Temari went through with things.

“Yeah, well, anyway, I’m going! Are you two coming or not?” Naruto said, standing up to stretch the kinks out of his back from sitting so long.

Kankuro and Temari looked at each other and shrugged, then did the same. If they got in trouble for it, they’d just blame it on Gaara. No one ever called Gaara to task for anything. Hardly anyone had cottoned on yet to the fact that he no longer wanted to kill everyone he saw on a whim, but that probably wouldn’t last long since it looked like ice-cream stands selling “Soothing Demon Raccoon™” brand frozen treats were going to start cropping up everywhere. They’d seen new construction for one already beginning on their way to training.

It was a long trek up to the older set of Suna Sibling’s Retreat. Naruto was hot, sweaty, and dealing with a very peevish Ivy who refused her show herself outside of his shirt by the time they finally reached the doors. She had evidently decided she wouldn’t dry out as fast if no part of her was in direct sunlight. She was probably right, but she was really, really uncomfortable on his skin in this heat.

To the three genin’s surprise, Gaara wasn’t inside the building, but sitting quietly in a meditative posture outside the doors. He cracked an eye open, then looked up to check on the time. “Hn.” It was later than he thought. He’d been studying his newest sealing book, and hadn’t even noticed. He tended to mark time a little differently than normal people at the best of times since he didn’t sleep.

“Gaara…” Naruto deadpanned, “Don’t tell me you’ve been sitting out here all day, waiting for them to let you in?”

“Alright.”

“Well?” Temari got a bit sick of waiting for him to elaborate. They were going to work on his conversational skills if it was the last thing she did…and with Shukaku, you never knew.

“Well, what?” He asked, looking genuinely confused…which wasn’t too hard for him without the eyebrows. In fact, unless he kept his face in its usual blank stare, the natural set of his features was a slightly baffled expression. Naruto thought it was no wonder he kept the mask up all the time. It would be pretty embarrassing to go around looking clueless constantly, especially for someone as intrinsically badass as Gaara.

“You HAVE been sitting out here all day, haven’t you!” Kankuro groaned.

“No. I send some sand to knock occasionally, so they know I’m still here.”

Naruto shook his head, “You’ve got a lot to learn about annoying people into acknowledging you.” His lack of instincts for irritating people was so sad! So sad…

Gaara frowned, “But Temari-nee said—“

“That’s for the bathroom, baka! Not for when people are just being rude assholes! Especially not if those same people are the rude assholes who locked a DEMON inside you before you were even properly BORN.” His sister clenched her fists, marched up to the door, and began to bang persistently on it. NO one treated her little brother like this anymore if she could help it! The old hag would at least acknowledge their existence or she’d pound on their fucking door all night long!”

“T-t-Temari, look, Chiyo-baasama is a LEDGEND among puppet-users, don’t you think we should respect their wishes to be alone?”

“NO! She did this to Gaara, the least she could do is LOOK at him once!” The kunoichi yelled, making sure to be loud enough to be heard inside.

“That’s the spirit!” Naruto cheered.

Kankuro looked horribly embarrassed. He wondered if it was too late to sneak back down into the village without losing face in front of the woman currently considered to be the forefront of his field…

Too late, the doors banged open with a crash, causing all four ninja kids to leap back or get whapped with them. A tiny old lady with fading lilac hair and a dark maroon cap stood there seething. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU BRATS WANT!?”

Gaara blinked, the only one unaffected, or at least unaware that he was supposed to be afraid of the epic power of Scary Old Recluse Lady. Such beings were legendary and not to be trifled with. This was doubly true if they came equipped with the ‘hordes of cats’ accessory as that tended to give them a positive modifier to “old people smell”; luckily this granny hadn’t gone that route, but it was worth noting.

“Well?! WHAT are you WAITING for? GET OFF MY LAWN!”

“Er…” They all stared down at the barren rock face that was her front stoop.

“Chiyo-sama.” Gaara stepped forward, looking brave and chivalrous in front of the wrath of Crazy Old Lady. Temari was very proud of her little brother in that moment. “Teach me about seals and how to adjust them.” He looked thoughtful for a moment as he tried to remember the exact phrase he’d heard the other day when Jiraiya had looked at the markings on his body, ah, that was it, “Mine is total crap.” He calmly stated.

Temari slumped and smacked her forehead with her hand, and Kankuro mourned for the little brother he’d only just begun to know.

“CRAP?! THAT seal is NOT crap! It took me AGES to make those calculations, you little!” She lunged, hands extended into claws.

Gaara just blinked and folded his arms in his usual “battle” stance. He wasn’t sure if this was how the teaching thing was supposed to work, but he’d seen Jiraiya go after Naruto many times, so he thought it might be part of the ritual. A hand formed of sand snaked up from the ground and planted itself on the old lady’s forehead, keeping her at arm’s length as she swiped at him ineffectually for a moment.

She jumped back nimbly from the range of the sand, her quick movements belaying her age. “SEE?! It works perfectly!” She began cackling madly.

Naruto’s eyes narrowed as he watched her. She’d let herself get caught by the sand. He was sure of it. What the hell was WRONG with this old bag? He KNEW boredom was the devil! Now he had empirical proof for Shizune-neechan! She’d obviously gone completely batty up here with just her brother for company and nothing to do.

Speaking of brothers…”Close the door Chiyo-nee! You’re letting in a draft!”

“Oi…Look, Baa-san, It’s not right to go just sticking demons into people without regard for their sanity!” This was a topic Naruto knew well, after all; he wasn’t inclined to be charitable about it, especially not with his recent decision to take responsibility for all of his actions, even those he was ordered to take. “The least you can do is hear him out! You’ve completely ruined his life!” Crazy or not, she owed this to Gaara. She owed him more than she could ever repay – all of them really! --Turning him into a hated weapon, and what had happened to their mother because of it! He couldn’t stand it!

“Who the HELL do you think YOU are, gaki!” Chiyo pointed at him threateningly.

“I’m Senju Naruto!” He barked “Not that it’s any of YOUR business!”

A weird tick started up in Chiyo’s eye and her entire demeanor changed from Average Run of the Mill, if slightly psychotic Crazy Old Lady, to You Won’t Like Me When I’m Angry!Crazy Old Lady. “Sl-sl-SLUG GIRL!!”

“WHA?!” Naruto suddenly found himself being chased by the surprisingly nimble geriatric psycho. Without a thought he immediately created a Kage Bunshin and preformed a kawarimi with it, letting her chase the clone all over the mountain instead of the real him. What the fucking HELL?!

“Well, Gaara…this looks like a bust…she’s obviously lost her mind.” Temari noted in disgust as all four of the genin watched the clone continue to narrowly evade a grisly end.

Kankuro looked like you’d just told him his favorite childhood superhero still wet the bed.

Naruto nodded, a little disturbed by the threats the old bag was throwing at his double. “I’ve seen this sometimes in the old folk’s homes my mom sometimes visits as a med-nin, though usually not this extreme or, er…violent. Anything she used to know, it’s obviously gone now.” He sighed.

“I heard that.” The real Chiyo spoke up from right behind him. She’d obviously used a clone too. “I’ll have you know my facilities are still PERFECTLY intact!”

“AAAHHHHHH!!” Naruto, Temari, and Kankuro shrieked in surprise. Gaara sighed.

“You!” She grabbed Gaara by the ear, faster than his sand could react so close to Naruto – Shukaku wasn’t exactly on the ball when the Senju was standing close. On top of the purring, it sometimes hummed…which was even more disturbing – especially when it got going on sea shanties. When that happened he was tempted to step away a bit to get back the violent screaming for the blood of innocents. “Get in here and let me look at you! I can tell you’ll be even more trouble than you’re worth if I don’t deal with you now, so I’ll teach you on ONE condition!”

“Hn?” He humored her since he couldn’t actually feel her grip through the sand. Being drug around like this was kind of a unique sensation, but Kankuro never put up a fight when Temari did it to him, so he supposed it was customary to go along with women when they grabbed at you without the intent to kill.

“The condition is…as soon as we find a way to strengthen that seal of yours…you all GO THE HELL AWAY!” She screeched, turning around to glare at the other genin’s slack jawed expressions, “and YOU!” She pointed at Naruto again, “I don’t know how you’re related to that flat-chested medic bitch, but I don’t want you anywhere near MY mountain EVER, got that!”

“Fl-Flat -chested?...Uh…right.” It wasn’t like Naruto wanted to spend any time around the old hag anyway. He wondered what had made her change her mind? He hoped it was that she felt bad about what her actions and directly and inadvertently caused his new friends, but who could tell with that weird attitude of hers? It was more likely she was so bored she’d do anything to alleviate it. The only thing he COULD tell was that she was playing up how crazy she was, but that in itself seemed pretty insane. Who WANTED to seem senile?

He’d kind of pity Gaara, except that he knew the guy was so new to normal human interaction that he probably wouldn’t even notice how mad she was acting. Hell, for all he knew, maybe Shukaku sounded like an angry senile old geezer? Maybe all Bjiuu did? He patted his own belly for a moment and thought in its direction, ‘You better not be a ranting old bag, Fuzzy! Kaa-san said there might come a time you can talk to me, and I’m not putting up with that crap!’ Kyuubi, of course, couldn’t answer him, if it heard him at all, but he felt a bit better afterwards.

Chiyo used chakra strings to slam the doors closed behind her and Gaara, but they could hear her muttering about messing up a perfectly balanced seal for the sake of a little sanity and the ability to socialize with other people. Who needed those things? Fucking kids these days…

Temari and Kankuro exchanged a look, wondering if it was really okay to leave Gaara here with someone like that, but Naruto’s stomach rumbling broke them out of the moment.

“Sorry. I guess I’m kind of hungry…I’ve already had the only meal of ramen I’m allowed to have today, so…dumplings?”

Temari rolled her eyes, “Sure, why not.” She sighed, casting one more quick glance back at the closed doors before stomping off back down the mountain. Sure, she was Gaara’s big sister and everything, but that duty only went so far. If he was so dead set on braving a dragon’s den, she couldn’t really do anything else to help him.

Naruto quickly jogged to catch up, picking up their conversation on wind-chakra where they’d left it off on the way here. Kankuro followed them looking pretty devastated…it was hard to see the reality behind a hero sometimes…his childhood visions of Chiyo-baasama were totally ruined forever. Well, at least he still had Sasori of the Sand to look up to, even if he was a missing-nin, he was undisputedly the greatest puppet-master that ever lived, and he was still young enough that he couldn’t possibly have degraded that far…right? Who could blame him for leaving this village anyway? He mentally mumbled, when Kankuro was little, he’d loved his father – he really had, but he knew their Village had taken a nosedive and was continuing to do so…getting to know Gaara and their father’s new bitch had made him completely rethink his loyalty to their dad and village. Any guy that could order that done to his own son and make the kinds of decisions he’d been throwing out lately on that woman’s whim…

They passed the two clones still chasing each other around the rock face on the way down…Naruto decided not to dispel his yet, just in case the old lady’s clone didn’t go with it and decided to come after them again.

“Kazekage-sama.” A demur woman dressed in the loose wraps favored by highborn women in Suna, worn just a touch too open to be considered proper, glided into the Kage’s office carrying a tray of tea. Her straight hair slid down her back like a slick black waterfall, softening her harder features and making her look gentile if not conventionally beautiful. Her jaw line was rather stronger than was fashionable, and her shoulders a bit too broad for a courtesan but were the norm in her homeland of Iwa. Despite the fact that she hadn’t been in the desert country long, she wore their garb and carried herself like she owned the place, no trace of awkwardness in her demeanor at all.

“Oudoukou,” The Kage greeted her, his voice much warmer than it would have been in the presence of anyone else. She only came to him like this when he was alone, acting the perfect lady at all other times. He appreciated her discretion. “Have you brought it?”

“Of course, Kage-sama…” she purred, setting the tray down on his desk and sliding between its hard surface and his body to settle herself facing him, straddling his lap. “I am just as eager for the fruits of our little project as you are, after all.” A coy smile and a look through her lashes completed the illusion of masterful seductress.

The Kage drew his eyes away from her bountiful cleavage and reached around her to snatch up the cup of tea on the tray. Looking into the vessel, he frowned. “This is only half-full.”

“In looking over the latest data, my lord, it would seem you are progressing perhaps faster than we anticipated…the changes must be more gradual or they may not settle into permanency.” This was a lie, of course…really she’d been trying to hurry her true master’s plans ahead of schedule for purposes of her own, but she’d been sloppy, and people had begun to notice the Kage’s erratic behavior. That side effect was well documented and unavoidable, symptomatic as it was of other, deeper problems that had eventually caused other experiments of this type to fail before becoming useful. They’d hadn’t been able to think of a way around that, of course, but the original plan had been to make the changes occur so slowly that no one would question it. When all was said and done, it would hardly matter when the man died a mindless shell, his synapses burnt completely out by the changes. They’d have what they wanted from him long before that happened if everything went according to plan.

“I will not be pleased with slower progress!” The Kage snapped, nearly crushing the cup in his hands and looking ready to do the same to her.

She swallowed her irritation at the setback Kabuto had caused her with his little unscheduled visit, reminding herself of her goals and the amount of power she’d have when this was all over if she could just pull it off. Damn that sniveling sycophant med-nin for ratting her out to their master! Her conversation with him hadn’t been…pleasant…and she’d been told in no uncertain terms to stick to the proper dosages from now on. She sighed; time for damage control.

“Kazekage-sama! Forgive me, my lord! It won’t slow your progress at this stage to lower the dosage, only give your body more time to adjust and integrate the changes until it is unnecessary to take it at all. The power will be all yours then with no such crutches…” She leaned into him a bit, raising herself up on her knees to bring her chest more up to his eyelevel and let her thick hair fall forward to curtain them both in an ebony sheet of inky black decadence. “You deserve this strength, Kage-sama…don’t you? It should be all your own…not aided by anything other than your magnificent self…”

“Of…of course…” he murmured, mesmerized by her deep smoky voice and physical assets. He immediately drank the full contents of the cup she’d given him, then tossed it aside to grip her hips. “My Oudoukou-chan…” he murmured, his eyes going glassy, and his grip immediately slackening off for several seconds before tightening painfully again. Around the room several things rattled in their places and the necklace around his mistresses neck twitched as well, drawing his attention back to her breasts.

“See, my lord? It works already…you will have more power than your predecessors in no time, and then all of the Five Countries will have to bow to your might…even arrogant Konoha.”

“Their Kage will be the first to fall.” He muttered.

“Yes, then you will be Kage of TWO kingdoms.” She purred leaning down to nuzzle at his neck a bit.

“Two…”

“Two. There are other things we have to take care of first though, my lord…We must remove the weaknesses from your own land to make way for stronger things…” a smirk curved her lips as her fingers trailed delicately over his chest and into his robes, but he couldn’t see it as her face was still buried in his neck. “Things that can be born already holding the strength you are even now gaining…things that won’t question you or your orders or your missions…things that won’t defy you with their very existence…” She gently took his hand and placed it under hers on her abdomen. “Things that are superior for being yours and mine.”

He swallowed heavily, his eyes still glassy, “…and Iwa will rue the day they cast you out, and gave your brilliant scientific mind to me.”

“Mmm, yes. Yes they will.” She’d have to be a little more careful with her actions from now on lest Orochimaru or his minions continued to be displeased with how she was handing this assignment, but she wasn’t about to abandon her own ambitions entirely.

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