Warning: It's relatively long, contains cursing, an amature writing style, a laymans take on psychology, Anko, Ibiki, has a weak ending and contains a reference to a song from 1978.
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Resurrecting a Heritage (Working title)
It was quite a trying day for Minato, the council was breathing down his neck and his sensei had been arguing with the Sandaime pretty much all day. On the bright side he was going to be a Dad in a very short space of time, and the nice panoramic windows in his office afforded an excellent view of the massive Fox Demon laying waste to the village. Minato tilted his head slightly as the oversized fluffball’s maw suddenly dropped open. Judging from the rattle off the reinforced windows and the large quantities of rubble flying about quite a few of his ninja had just been killed by a god damned roar.
“Fucking overpowered bitch!”
Fires traced the Demons path, cutting a swath through the forest, thankfully the murdering bitch hadn’t quite reached what was left of the walls yet. The smoke from its passage was unable to escape through the heavy rain clouds, forming a choking lair of acidic smog. Minato sighed as a flash of natural lightning in the distance confirmed the soon to be acid rain. “Marvellous.” A moment later, the thunder joined with his beloved Kushina's screams, prompting a wince of sympathetic pain on Minato‘s part.
The soft green glow of medical chakra gave a surreal cast to the room as a lone medic nin flitted about Kushina. Truthfully the medic shouldn’t have even been there, but after weighing the sheer enormity of the sacrifice his family was going to make for the village he felt it was fair the village make such a simple gesture as supplying the wellbeing of his wife. When Sarutobi had found out he had seemingly been of two minds, alternately giving him that patented “I am disappointed.” look or smiling at him as if to say the choice was the right way to go.
Minato was many things. Hell, he was a regular Renaissance Man, or whatever the ninja equivalent was. But he didn't define himself by those talents and skills, because in his humble opinion he felt he was much more than a talented sack of flesh. He was a husband, and he was going to be a father shortly. But on an even more basic level, for better or for worse, he was human, and that meant emotions that you can’t just slap down while retaining any sense of morality.
He knew how the people would see his son. Their saviour, his legacy, would be a monster to them. They would even hate his own precious Kushina, the mother of the 'beast.' His duties as Hokage, father and husband were...conflicting, to say the least. On an intellectual level, he knew what he had to do to save the village, but, on an emotional level, well, the boy would at least have his mother.
His wife's cries faded to panting, and she called him to her side. Minato hurried over, taking one of her small, pale hands into his own. They were sweaty, he noted over her laboured breathing.
“What is it my dearest love?”
Her response was halted every now and then by a low moan of pain but she forged on, despite the discomfort.
“I’ve been thinking, no matter what happens,” Kushina’s hand tightened around his with enough force to bring tears to his eyes, as a particularly strong contraction rocked her body. “Konoha is going to be weakened. Lots of the higher ranking ninja are going to die, you included.” Her hand tightened again, but this time it wasn’t due to a contraction. “You’re going to have to be replaced by the old goat again.”
He waited a moment for her pain to ease before posing the question he knew she was waiting for.
“What’s your idea my love?”
“After you seal the beast Konoha will need backup. The answer lies in Uzugakure.”
Minato frowned, worried that his wife might be delirious.
“Honey…Uzugakure has been destroyed for years.”
She fixed him with a stare, a mixture between “Do I look stupid?” and “Are you stupid?”
“I know Uzugakure is gone, but lots of it’s population escaped. If we reform it they will probably come back. I’ll find a country close by to serve as the base then we can set up an alliance once we‘re strong enough to help protect Konoha. Neither me or Naruto will be hated.”
“That…that might just work…”
“You need to get some people you trust together. When the time comes we’ll leave the village and start looking for others. Only the Sandaime and Jiriya can know the truth. Sarutobi can tell everyone that those you sent with me were killed fighting the Kyuubi. Go, we don’t have much time to set this up.
Minato ran from the room to find Sarutobi, unwilling to seek him with Hirashin. His need to conserve chakra paramount in his mind. As he was trying to find his predecessors Chakra signal he started thinking about his wife’s idea, theoretically it was sound but he didn’t know if it could actually be accomplished. All he could do was supply her with a few trustworthy people and believe in her judgement. It was probably the only chance of a decent outcome they had. It was definitely the only chance his son and his wife had for a decent future.
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Coming to a stop outside the office he heard his predecessor and Sensei’s voices drift through the door, opening it and slipping inside he softly closed the door and sealed the room instantly to prevent prying eyes and ears. It was somewhat disheartening that even during the greatest crisis in the villages history he still had to guard against spies. Turning around he saw Jiriya and Sarutobi smoothing out their clothes, apparently they had been grappling, about to come to blows over some stupid little thing.
“I’d ask why you were about to start beating the hell out of each other but right now we have more important things to discuss.”
Jiriya spoke up first, his voice still had a bit of an edge to it as he glared sullenly at his own sensei out of the corner of his eye.
“And what would that be Minato? Shouldn’t you be with Kushina right now, or have you come to help me tell this old fool that he doesn’t have the strength to seal the Kyuubi. If anyone should do it, it should be me. I have the least to lose.”
The deathly pale Sandaime rolled his eyes.
“You still have much of your life to lead, that is why I must do it. I may be sick but I can still seal the damn Demon Fox, Jiriya.”
“Oh, and you’d be willing to place all of Konoha on a fools bet? Tsunade must have rubbed off on you more than I expected.”
Minato slammed his fist into the wall, shaking the room and sending cracks spidering through the plaster.
“GOD DAMN IT, I SAID WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DISCUSS!”
Both Jiriya and Sarutobi froze as Minato’s voice reverberated throughout the room in a half echo, never in all their years had they heard Minato voice sound so full of venom. His voice echoed until there was naught but a deathly silence. When he spoke again his voice was caustic.
“I am going to seal the beast because I am the Hokage and it’s MY son who is going to be turned into a DAMN prison, I don’t give a FUCK about your petty argument right now. I need your God damned help.”
“You!” He spat, turning towards his Sensei, “Are going to do two things, firstly you are going to make up so many stories about what happened here that no-one will know which is right, the only two things that will be consistent with every story is that the Demon is dead and Konoha is strong. Then you are going to spread that story over every country you have contacts in. The second thing you are going to do is track down people with safe bloodlines, clans who are unhappy with their current arrangements and people who would make good Shinobi. When the time is right you are going to send the most trustworthy of them to Kushina.”
“Why?” He tried to say, but Minato just blanked him as he turned to Sarutobi.
“You have to take back your position as Hokage until you can find a decent successor. When you get into office, some Shinobi are going to have disappeared without a trace. You are going to say they are dead. In reality they are going to be with Kushina and my son who are also going to be classified dead.”
Now both Sarutobi and Jiriya fixed him with a stare, making it clear that unless he had a sane reason they would do no such thing.
“Kushina had an idea, Uzugakure was destroyed but most of it’s nin are still alive, scattered to the winds. The first part of the plan is going to be finding a decent location and recruiting some of the more prominent unaligned Uzu Shinobi, then she is going to rebuild Uzugakure and side with Konohagakure, that way Konoha has backup while it’s weak and my wife and child will be in positions of respect instead of being hated.”
Both men seemed to mull it over before Jiriya finally spoke.
“It’s a solid idea, I’ll give you that, but do you think Kushina can pull it off? Don’t get me wrong, She is a smart, capable and powerful woman but she’s hardly leadership material on that kind of scale, to be honest she’s a bit of a hothead and the logistics of setting up a minor village are pretty damn terrifying.”
Minato smiled wistfully.
“Yeah, she may be a hothead and doesn’t really have any practical experience. But she is also my main adviser, strong willed, and has a way of making people believe in her, she can do it. I know she can.”
At this Sarutobi spoke up.
“How many Shinobi are you going to send? And which one’s for that matter? If you send too many strong Ninja Konoha will be weakened, if you send too few and they are too weak Kushina will be in danger and won’t have the foundation needed for this, the new Uzu will collapse before it can begin.”
“I was thinking, Gekko Hayate, Mitarashi Anko, Shiranui Genma, Morino Ibiki, Uzuki Yuugao and Tenzou.”
Jiriya took the chance to jump in with his assessment of the choices.
“Oh, that’s perfe-ARE YOU INSANE! First of all six ninja. Six? And not one of them Jonín! And then the ones you picked. You want to send your wife and newborn son out into the world on a ridiculously dangerous mission with a barely graduated genin so sick he would be lucky to make twenty, a psychologically disturbed chuunin who was used as a lab rat by Orochimaru, a rookie with no apparent skills, a man who is shaping up to be the next head of T&I with all of the psychological abnormalities someone of that position cultivates, another low level practically cannon fodder chuunin and one of Orochimaru’s abandoned projects?! What the hell are you smoking because I could damn well use some of it.”
“You’ve gone a little red in the face Sensei. Maybe you should have stopped to breathe in the middle of your rant.”
Jiriya was about to verbally tear Minato a new one, he never got the chance as Minato cut in over him.
“No Sensei, I’m intending to send my wife and newborn son out into the world on a ridiculously dangerous mission with a Kenjutsu prodigy, a Sannin trained assassination specialist, an all rounder, a psychological specialist, a Chuunin with Jonín level tracking skills and a Bloodline carrier that has the ability to suppress the Demon if something goes wrong when Naruto is older.”
“Oh sure, it sounds good when you put it like that but-”
“But nothing Sensei, the most important thing of all is in their loyalty tests all of them fell into the highest rank. Even Anko.”
“Great, but you still haven’t explained why none of them are Jonín and you’re only sending six.”
“Fine, you want to know why? It’s so if any of them find out and decide to turn on her, Kushina will be able to destroy them, that’s why the numbers are low, that’s why there are no Jonín.”
At this Sarutobi jumped into the conversation, it was harsh but it had to be said.
“He‘s right Jiriya, the highest rank of loyalty is just “High probability of not betraying the village“, It’s a high probability, not an iron bound one hundred percent chance that they will never betray us, we’re ninja, we might genuinely hope there is but sadly there is no such thing as absolute loyalty in the shadows.”
Minato’s recently reigned in anger started to crack, revealing the deep sorrow and steel will of one who knows and has accepted that they will die so that others may live.
“I just… you both have to understand, what other choice do I have?”
Sarutobi tilted his head back, taking in a deep breath and released it slowly.
“Fine.”
Minato and Sarutobi turned towards Jiriya, his student and his Sensei effectively double teaming him. He ground his teeth at the foolishness, the sheer audacity, the unimaginable and unmistakable gut feeling that it might work.
Sometimes Jiriya hated his gut feelings.
“Alright, you don’t have to stare at me, I’ll do it.”
Minato nodded his thanks towards them both and set out to round up the Ninja he had chosen.
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The six nin stood in a rough semicircle in front of the Hokage’s desk, all of them bar Hayate and Genma were soot stained and wounded, and they only managed to avoid it because none of the genin had to fight yet. However under the Hokage’s order’s they appeared before him with enough supplies for an extended black op in a war zone. Minato stood with his back to them as black rain fell and streaked down the recently cracked window he was looking through.
The window framed the Kyuubi’s approach, intimidating the six as they looked past the Hokage and at the beast. Without turning around the Hokage spoke.
“The six of you have been chosen for a mission, the very survival of Konoha rests on your shoulders. As such this mission is S ranked.”
At this the six fidgeted, confused and some of them fearful that they would be sent to somehow defeat the Kyuubi. They did not speak this fear however. They waited for their Kage’s instructions.
“As of today you are no longer officially Konoha nin. In fact, as of today you are officially dead.”
The looks of confusion on their faces deepened.
“The Kyuubi’s attack on Konoha will leave us weakened and left in a position where we may be taken advantage of or destroyed. We cannot allow that. You are to leave and go wait one hundred and twenty seven miles east of here. You will set up camp at Hana outpost, there should be no-one there, if there is you are to kill them, they cannot know who you are. You are to maintain that position until someone comes carrying a scroll with my personal seal in blue wax and the code-word Sora in Blue Kanji embossed on it.”
Minato turned around to face them.
“You will ask the question, Who holds our orders? The counter will be Mr. Blue Sky. If they say anything else you are to kill them. The person who legitimately holds the scroll is your commander on this mission and you will treat them as if they are your Kage. If the person who contacts you isn’t the legitimate holder you are to find and reclaim your commander, living or dead. If dead, return to Konoha. If the commander is alive they will carry all the information you require for this mission to be successful. This is a lifelong mission. Ibiki is leader until your commander shows up. It should take them a week at most to get there. Are there any questions?”
Yamato stood forward.
“Will we be receiving reinforcements?”
“Reinforcements are to be procured during the mission. You will be unable to call on any of Konoha’s resources unless you manage to succeed in your first major objective.”
“We are to procure help from allied villages then?”
“No. Your commander will have the details. They will inform you as and when you need to know.”
Yamato stood back in line.
“If that is all? You are dismissed. You have ten minutes to leave the village and be on your way. Good luck.”
The six saluted him and left as fast as possible. Minato paused a second before taking off his hat and placing it on his desk. He sat down and wrote a scroll to his son. As soon as it was finished he took off his still shiny and only slightly dented and nicked forehead protector. He buffed it on his sleeve before sliding it into a small parcel along with the letter-scroll. He took a spare headband from a drawer in his desk and fastened it around his forehead as he left to wait with Kushina.
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After ordering a retreat of his forces he summoned Gamabunta for the last time. He was starting to get sick of that phrase, every last time he passed he came closer to his last breath, his last memory, his last look at his son. Oh, his son, his precious beautiful son. The only chance of seeing him again was if something terrible happened. He hated himself for this.
Turning to Gamabunta he bowed slightly in greeting.
“So Bunta, ready to kick ass and take names with me one last time?”
“You bet kid! Lets make it one for the ages.”
He secured himself to Bunta’s head with Chakra as the massive Toad leapt in to engage in mortal combat with the raging beast, slashing at it with his tower sized Tanto, giving Minato time to prepare the hand seals.
As the beast roared Bunta crossed his arms in front of himself to shield against the chakra infused wind, holding his blade up to defend Minato and his son. The Kyuubi took the opportunity to take a downward swipe at Bunta’s face.
The blow was crushing but Bunta cast all his might into a parry, preventing half his face from being torn off, however one of Kyuubi’s claws still had the reach to tear a gouge into his face, almost taking out his eye, giving him a scar to match the one on the left side of his face. The ground underneath Gamabunta had already cracked, but it was starting to buckle under the force, a few more hits like that and his Tanto would smash, leaving him in a hole large enough to serve as his grave, that was if the Kyuubi didn’t eat him after killing him.
“Hurry up kid, this bastard is on a different level to me, I can’t take too many of those hits or I’m dead.”
“Sorry Bunta, I need a few more seconds.”
The Kyuubi started drawing chakra towards his mouth, compressing it down. The massive Toad, closest he had ever come to worried, liked to believe he only sounded just the tiniest bit rushed.
“HURRY UP KID, WE DON’T HAVE A FEW SECONDS!”
The sheer desperation in Gamabunta’s voice made Minato speed up faster than he thought possible.
The beast drew back its head, light shining between the gaps in it’s massive teeth. When it snapped it’s head back down it was going to be all over. In an act of total desperation Gamabunta thrust forward with his Tanto, nailing shut the Kyuubi’s maw as the pressure approached it’s maximum. The titanic force proved to be too much for the beast to contain. In a titanic explosion it’s head and part of it’s upper body exploded off, flattening trees for almost a mile and setting those closest on fire.
Just as the pyrotechnics ended the Shinigami came into the Mortal realm. It seized the still formed part of the Kyuubi before dragging it into Naruto and sealing the energy away.
The remnants of the Kyuubi, thrown away in the blast, quickly drew together into a significantly smaller form. Minato, exhausted as he was, tried to get the Shinigami to make a lunge for the recovering beast but his chakra just wasn‘t enough. The Fox shakily rose to it’s feet before stumbling away disorientated. A string of choice curses left Minato’s mouth as he staggered forward along the head of the stunned and badly burned Gamabunta, the remains of the toads massive Tanto still gripped in his bleeding hand. The Shinigami trailed behind Minato seemingly to indulge the mortal.
“Bunta, BUNTA! Get off your lazy Yakuza ass or you’re going to make your family a laughing stock.”
Bunta’s eye’s opened seemingly out of sheer annoyance.
“Pah, I still have the energy to kick your disrespectful ass.”
“Then wake the hell up, shrink down, get off your broken up ass and take my son to Kushina, don’t stop for anything and don’t let anyone see you.”
Minato was starting to look paler with every passing second, they both knew his time was almost up.
“Yeah, yeah. Even on the brink of death you’re a pain. I‘m going to miss you kid. Want me to give a message to your girl?”
Minato placed the gently wrapped up Naruto onto the waiting tongue of the Toad boss. Taking a moment to caress the child’s cheek with his now shaking hand.
“Nah, she knows I love her anyway…actually. Tell her that I think she looks prettier with her hair up.”
Minato leaned in to give Naruto a kiss on the forehead. As his vision started to go dark he burned the image of Naruto sleeping into his failing mind.
“Huh?”
Gama started shrinking down to a smaller size until he was about the height of a small house. He gently stored Naruto in his mouth.
“Before all this…I…bought her a…new hair clip… never got the….chance to see her use it...”
Minato stumbled down to the ground, tripping over some exposed and charred roots, but managing to keep his footing. He staggered over to a miraculously still standing tree. Placing his back against it he slid down until he was sitting.
“Even…if…Naruto… doesn’t get…the summoning scroll…look after…him…for me…Bun…ta.”
His head slowly dropped to his chest as he grew silent, the Shinigami disappearing soon afterwards.
Bunta stood there, his head down slightly. He really would miss the kid, he would look after this Gaki like he was his own. After he delivered the infant to Kushina he would have to go have a word with Jiriya he’d be damned if the kid didn’t sign the summoning scroll. He shrunk down further until he was the size of a horse and hopped off into the darkness.
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Kushina had hardly given birth twenty minutes earlier when Jiriya and Sarutobi appeared at her bedside with a bundle of cloth. The medic nin who had been tending to her finished up the last of the treatments, a desperate attempt to make the fatigued woman capable of travel. The med nin turned before bowing low to Sarutobi as the newly reinstated Hokage began the Jutsu to modify his memory. A few seconds later the Med nin collapsed, unconscious, as all the important information was sealed away, being replaced with mundane conversations and the tragic death of Mother and Son.
When the village discovered the death of the Fourth’s family it would become yet another reason to mourn, but better that than many of the possible alternatives.
Kushina’s voice was heartbreaking, cracking as she kept her composure as rigid as she could.
“So…the Jutsu worked as Minato thought it would?”
Jiriya looked down, his face full of pain. His normal, cheerfully perverted personality completely submerged. “Yeah…his soul is in Naruto, guarding the seal. He is partially aware but he can’t do anything unless something goes wrong and even then it will probably only be a once off thing. The soul can only affect so much when outside of the body before it gets taken to wherever they go. At least he wasn’t eaten by the Shinigami, the kid was too good for that fate.”
Kushina held out her arms as Sarutobi gently passed the child to her.
“I know this is hard for you Kushina, but you must understand that Naruto isn’t Minato in the exact same way as he isn’t the Kyuubi. If you treat him like he is it the former it will destroy him just as surely as the villagers treating him as the latter.”
Kushina’s eyes met his and he felt as if his soul would shatter. The barely suppressed pain in them hurt more than the sharpest Kunai.
“I know Sarutobi-san. He is Uzumaki Namikaze Naruto. Son of Namikaze Minato, he is my son. That is more than enough.”
Jiriya passed her a backpack full of storage scrolls before running through what each one contained that was necessary for the journey. He eventually got through the entire list before taking a pot of ink and a brush out of an inside pocket. After asking Kushina’s permission he sketched a seal onto the forehead of the sleeping child.
“This seal will last at most seven days, it will silence his cries after a two feet perimeter so you can hear him but no-one else will unless they get so close it won‘t matter anyway. It also lets sound in so you won’t have to worry about not hearing incoming people. It has the added effect of shielding him from any fast approaching object but that will need to be charged with your own Chakra, it’s a rush job so it also drains Chakra at an incredible rate. It would leave me dead or unconscious after five or six uses so you have two max, if you were well you might be able to pull out five. Any more and you will die. Only use it as a last resort.”
Kushina nodded numbly as she got up from the bed with Naruto in her arms. After reluctantly passing the child to Sarutobi she went behind a lone medical screen to get dressed properly. After putting on her combat gear she threw on her flak jacket, zipping it up before grabbing the back pack Jiriya had given her. She swung it onto her shoulders before fastening on her usual leg and hip pouches. When she came out she stood before them, looking lost, she took Naruto back into her arms, her eyes becoming somewhat more focused. She paused a moment before finally nodding and leaving to slip out of the village.
Sarutobi’s sigh was easy to interpret as he went up to the roof with Jiriya to make the announcements to the gathering nin.
“I hope we did the right thing by sending them away.”
Judging from the roars of pain and hatred that encompassed the village it seemed they had.
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Kushina had covered sixty seven miles in three days. It was a laughable pace for a ninja but it was to be expected. She was still making remarkable speed for her condition. Over and over again in a low whisper she chanted the words that were driving her, that were stopping her from crumpling to her knees and crying herself to death, her mouth felt dry. She would have to drink soon. Naruto would wake soon and he would need to feed too.
“Doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto.”
Three days…she held him as tightly as she dared. Nothing would take him away. Nothing.
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On the afternoon of the seventh day she finally came within a few hundred yards of where the outpost should be. She stopped before using a Jutsu to camouflage herself and Naruto completely. After a few seconds she made a Kage Bunshin. She ordered it forward to scope the place out. As it went to leave it stopped and looked down at it’s arms, moving them uselessly as if to hold a Naruto it didn’t have. She would not let a Bunshin have him, even if it only held a copy. The Bunshin turned back and reached out pleadingly towards the real Naruto, a dead look in it’s eyes, before Kushina compelled it to leave. Tears rolled down the face of the Bunshin Kushina as it was rebuked, it’s eyes rapidly becoming totally devoid of life. It turned mechanically and left to accomplish it’s mission.
After a few minutes she received the information from the dispersed clone. She ruthlessly crushed the terrible and profound feeling of loss the Kage Bunshin had been experiencing before it’s mind broke. That done she began sifting through the recent knowledge she had gained.
The first piece of important information she retrieved was the location of the building. A squat, thick slab of tan rock. It’s upper floor narrower than it’s bottom floor by a considerable amount. The walls enclosing the roof and second floor were coated liberally in spikes to prevent people climbing over it or hiding against it, the rock that made up the building itself looked to be the regular Konoha outpost affair which meant seal and steel reinforced. The outpost would undoubtedly also have the regular outer seal defences.
As for the shinobi component of the outpost, Anko had probably been guarding the door, she couldn’t tell for sure because of the extremely skilled application of a middle ranking camouflage Jutsu that took the clone a few seconds of concentrated observation to confirm. A minute after that “Anko” had changed guards with Hayate. His attempt at hiding was using Henge after he had taken up position. It would have been a relatively good showing were it not for the fact that he became a bush in an area that had been obviously cleared for line of sight after waltzing out like it was a day at the park . If it was an enemy masquerading as the genin they were very skilled at their job of showing an almost naïve level of ability.
After that the clone had went around the perimeter of the forest looking out for other guards she could possibly identify, she stopped halfway around when she spotted someone stalking across the roof. It wasn’t as good a job as “Anko” but still impressive in it’s own right. Probably Yuugao. Tracking specialists were inevitably skilled in hiding as not only did you have to hide from who you were hunting so as not to alert them to your presence, you had to think like someone who was being stalked by enemies.
Somewhat satisfied Kushina created another Kage Bunshin. She destroyed it’s awareness before it even formed, linking up her senses to it’s own to use it as a puppet. The Bunshin reached down into one of Kushina’s hip pouches. Withdrawing the confirmation scroll Minato had written, for the smallest of moments a spark of life seemed to appear in it’s eyes, gone before it could truly exist. It turned and trudged wearily to a few feet away from the tree line, hidden partially behind some bushes and a fallen log. The Bunshin quickly pulled up a face mask before tying up it’s hair and covering it with a bandana. It would be unwise to let them know who she was straight off the bat. Using the medium of the Kage Bunshin, Kushina made a quick series of birdcalls that even a genin like Hayate would know meant “Friendly approaching, do not attack.”
The ‘bush’ rustled a little bit as Hayate probably reached for a Kunai and his Black ops headset. An intense heat shimmer came into existence as the bases defences were activated. The door set into the rock swung open as a bear of a teenager, bigger than most grown men, cautiously stepped out. Ibiki, if she wasn’t mistaken. He stood with apparent disdain but to a trained eye he was ready to move or attack in any direction. The Kushina Bunshin slowly slid out from behind her concealment. Both hands out to the side.
“Don’t move. Just say yes or no. Do you have it?”
“Yes.”
“Reach for it, slowly, and without any sudden movements show me the seal and the Kanji.”
Kushina slowly turned the scroll to show the Blue seal and the silver Sora Kanji.
“Who holds our orders.”
“Mr blue sky.”
“O.k. now unseal it.”
With a quick application of Chakra the seal unlocked and Kushina held it at the ready.
“Toss it over.”
She threw it underhand, its lazy arc terminating as it struck the heat shimmer where it slowed and stopped as if stuck in a web. Ibiki reached forward easily, grabbing it before having to exert visible strain to pull his arm back through the barrier. He seemed to warily examine the scroll before scanning it with chakra. Cautious, he pulled the scroll open slowly, suspicious of any traps that might catch him off guard and send him to an early grave, If there was enough of him left to bury. After a few seconds of not turning into a red mist he seemed to relax ever so slightly.
“It’s legitimate. Welcome to Fort Hana Commander, although I am curious as to why it took you so long to get here. We were worried you had been intercepted.”
Kushina did not move, she did however speak up.
“There is an indecently dressed ninja among you, what is her previous Sensei’s lucky charm?”
Ibiki looked confused for a second before using his radio and whispering into it, after a few seconds he nodded.
“The skin of a white snake.”
Kushina began to walk forward. Appeased.
“Thank you Morino-san. If you would, escort me around the facility, we will be here for a number of days before we can move. Afterwards I want to get settled in for an hour, after that everyone will have to report for briefing.”
As the barrier deactivated she walked past Ibiki before stopping.
“For future reference you need to work on your stealth skills Gekko-San. A performance such as yours will lead to a fast death, this is a mission, not a picnic.”
The clone walked on.
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Ibiki, Anko, Yuugao and Genma were dispersed across the quite large living space. It had space enough for twenty people and it’s furnishings were comfortable enough. Anko and Ibiki were playing cards at a table while Yuugao paced anxiously around the room. Genma sat on a sofa on the other side of the room, flicking through a magazine on musical instruments. An assorted pile of magazines lay on the coffee table across from him.
Everyone was agitated to one degree or another, no-one knew who their Commander was or what they looked like, all they could tell was she was female. Not knowing about someone was a hazardous business for a shinobi.
After another round of pacing on the part of Yuugao, Anko started tapping her foot in exasperation. The rookie Chuunin’s pacing was annoying as hell and Anko had already been pissed for days. Then the commander bitch just shows up well after she should have and locks herself in a room after going through a tour of the place without saying a word. Just as she was about to tear into the Chuunín, Genma threw his magazine down. After that he stood up and grabbed the girl, pulling her out her out of the room. Surprised, Anko turned her head to Ibiki, one of her eyebrows raised.
“A bit forward wasn’t he? I’m surprised she didn’t punch him out for dragging her off.”
Ibiki grinned at her.
“You don’t realise how much killing intent you were releasing, do you? You had shocked her into a cycle. I was just wondering how long it would take for the kid to drag her out of the room before you killed her. Especially considering he was a step away from pissing his pants. I‘m surprised he managed it at all. Good thing you weren‘t angry at him.”
“Shit. I was making her pace? For how long?”
“About thirty minutes.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
Another smirk from Ibiki. “A man needs entertainment.”
“Scarred bastard.”
“Snake bitch.”
“Heh, I love you too Ibiki-tan.”
“…I‘m going to wake up with snakes in my bed again, aren‘t I?”
“Maybe if you win this hand you might just find a pretty purple haired snake in your bed.”
“Manda has a human form?”
“Virgin.”
“Cock tease.”
“Torture freak.”
“Whore in training.”
“I do love it when you talk dirty to me Ibiki-tan.”
“Hurry up and deal the cards, and no cheating this time. I’m still not happy about buying you that crate of Dango and finding out you screwed me over after you finished the whole thing. You didn’t even share.”
A grin from Anko later and she started tossing out the cards.
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The Kage Bunshin proxy had calmed down enough to think objectively for a while, she needed to confirm whether or not any of her forces would freak out about her son being a Jinchurikki. She would have to be prepared to kill all of them if they reacted badly. She had already filled the place with camouflaged explosive notes. If they react negatively, shadow proxy activates them and boom, no more problem on that front. The only difficulty was it would create a whole new array of problems.
The thought of killing some of the younger ex-Konoha ninja’s made her feel sick, but no-one was more important than Naruto, he was all she really had left now, even if she started to rebuild her life it would mean nothing without him.
Sighing after breaking out of her internal conflict she called all the ninja in, replacing those on guard with two of her own Kage Bunshins. After the six assembled before her she calmly cleared her throat and began.
“Do you trust the Fourth?”
A series of confused nods greeted her question.
“Completely? With your very lives and every ounce of your beings?”
A variety of positive answers poured forth from the nin’s mouths. Confusion and apprehension in their tones.
“Do you trust him enough to believe whatever he did was enough to prevent the Kyuubi from harming us ever again? That anything he did would be enough to protect everyone?”
Tired of the games Anko shouted, “Of course we do you stupid bitch, he’s probably the only person who’s never fucked anyone around. He wouldn’t put us deliberately in danger.”
Her mask hid it but Kushina had a small smile at the brash Kunoichi’s response. She turned a baleful glare at everyone else.
“And do you all feel the same as this girl?”
Each of them nodded without hesitation.
“What if I told you the Kyuubi’s alive and the Fourth is dead.”
Everyone froze, not even their hearts seemed to beat.
“That’s…so Konoha…it’s gone? Everyone is dead?”
Tenzou had been the first to break the silence, his question had the others staring at him in disbelief before turning to Kushina for confirmation.
Now this, this would be where things got tricky.
“Fortunately not. Konoha is lucky enough that it had two hero’s protecting it during the final fight.”
“Who? Jiriya?”
“Before I tell you, you have to understand something. What I will tell you is the greatest secret you will ever hear in your entire lives. If you betray it I will end you, even if I have to spend the rest of my life hunting you down, if you want you can leave now. But you will never be able to come back.”
The six stood steadfast in their resolve.
“The second hero was the son of the fourth Hokage.”
All but Ibiki and Genma stood dumbfounded, Genma started yelling in disbelief.
“But that’s impossible! Even if he had one his son couldn’t possibly be more than a baby!”
Ibiki however went white in the face.
“Jinchurikki. The Power of Human sacrifice.”
Kushina regarded the man warily before seeing if anyone else picked up on the implications.
“You are correct Morino-san. The Kyuubi was sealed into the son of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina. I am not entirely aware of the mechanics of the seal but what I do know is the child‘s mind is completely unaffected by the Demon.”
Yuugao was the first to break the renewed bout of silence.
“How did Konoha react?”
“How do you think they would react, angry, hurt, looking for someone to blame. Any child in that position would be no more than a target for their hate.”
“Then…then we’ve got to go back! We can’t just leave him like that, he’s a hero!”
“Ah, the shining fervour in her eyes. Perhaps she can be trusted.”
“And how do the rest of you feel about protecting the child?”
A flurry of approval met Kushina’s question, despite all her concentration she couldn’t detect any malice towards Naruto. She had reached the end of the game and had to play her hand.
“Your approval is good. As you all feel this way I am glad to tell you that we will not need to return to Konoha to rescue the child as he is outside the bunker.”
Six pairs of eyes locked on her own as she smiled to herself in self satisfaction, she slowly gave them a moment to let the implications sink in, waiting for one of them to react first. Surprisingly the first to break the silence was the as of yet remarkably quiet young Genin Hayate, who broke into a coughing fit strong enough to bring an unhealthy looking crimson to his pallid face. Genma lightly struck the back of the coughing Genin as Ibiki handed the boy a canteen.
“So I take it no-one has questions?”
Anko finally found her voice as evidenced by her profuse swearing, Yuugao still seemed dazed which left Tenzou to ask the relevant questions.
“If I might ask, commander-san, who are you, why do you have the child and what exactly is our mission?”
With that, the Kushina clone removed her bandanna and mask startling everyone in the room.
“K-Kushina-Sama?”
“I suppose this answers your first two questions Tenzou-san. As for the last, our objective is to reform Uzugakure and align it with Konoha. Fortunately this will be easier than it could be. I’m on par with a Sannin and my family was well liked in Uzu. Konoha and Uzu also had pretty good relations when Uzu was still up and running. We need to draw some of the stronger Uzu nin to us to form a group the lesser Uzu nin will rally to. But I’m getting ahead of myself. First we need to decide on a good location for the village and take time to plan out our actions, so we’re going to be here for a few days. We have about a week before a Konoha patrol sweeps by to make sure this outpost hasn’t been taken over and secure it again. We’ll leave in four days just to be sure we aren’t spotted. Any more questions? Dismissed.”
And with that the clone dispersed. Kushina’s real body sat still in the tree line as her consciousness slowly started to become whole again. After twenty seconds she managed to regain her feet, calming the fidgeting Naruto with a few soft words as she ran her fingers through his hair before making another few Kage Bunshin as a body guard. Things might seem to be going well with the six under her command but trust was only given away by fools. The clones were now less insistent on having Naruto’s of their own. The need to protect the real one overriding the need to feel the comfort of having fake, lifeless, copies in their arms.
The group of Kushina’s entered the bunker. Hoping that things would work out.
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It had been three days since Kushina had come to the Outpost. The only time any of her ninja saw her was brief glimpses as she sent out a few Kage Bunshin to replace the ones on watch or to fetch things for her. She had locked herself away from the group. Everyone but Yuugao felt a foreboding whenever they went near the door, Yuugao herself had always admired Kushina, even being on speaking terms with the woman and her Husband. It broke her heart to see the loud, proud and strong Kunoichi seemingly shattered by this disaster. Every day she went to the door. Knocking on it to remind the Kunoichi that even though she fed Naruto she would have to eat as well. Reminding her to sleep. To drink water lest she get dehydrated. The once cheerful woman would send out a Kage Bunshin to bring back whatever Yuugao reminded her of, but after talking to them on the first day she didn’t say a word.
Yuugao, worried, went to Ibiki for his opinion.
Sitting down next to the man on a couch she spoke of her worries, the man only nodding every now and then to show he was paying attention while he flicked through a year old magazine on gardening.
“Don’t push her Yuugao, She fears us.”
“What are you talking about Ibiki. Kushina has never been afraid of anything.”
Ibiki could only roll his eyes.
“Not for herself, she knows her limits and they far exceed ours, but she is afraid for her Child. Think about what she said earlier, if the truth about Naruto hadn’t been revealed in the way it was things might have gone differently, with such temperamental creatures as humans it is best to take a cautious approach. She could kill all six of us easier than you would ever believe, and she is completely prepared to do so. Don’t force her hand or you just might find a Kunai in your ribs.”
Sighing, the man closed the magazine before looking at her, placing the magazine down beside himself.
“Personally I can understand where she is coming from. If it where my child that had become Jinchurikki I wouldn’t trust any of you either, especially not if it held the Kyuubi so soon after the destruction. Frankly, leaving Konoha was probably the smartest thing she could have done to protect Naruto. Just give her some time to calm down and relax before you do anything stupid.”
Yuugao understood where he was coming from, but she didn’t have to like it, and she made her opinion known.
“But it’s not healthy for her or the baby to be cooped up in that room all the time. I haven’t even seen her leave to use the toilet.”
Ibiki leaned back into the couch, lacing his fingers together.
“Firstly there are Jutsu to dispose of human waste, secondly it might surprise you to know that pretty much everything you have come to care about and rely on being taken away from you is a devastating occurrence. It might also surprise you that when something like this happens to a person they will generally become extremely protective and violent if they perceive anything they care about to be threatened.”
Ibiki’s voice took on a lecturing tone as he leaned forward tossing the closed magazine onto the table.
“In this case try and visualise what would happen if this was combined with someone who cared about something that would usually be readily discriminated against. Imagine that person, who cares about something that was almost guaranteed to be universally hated, had the power to close her hand around your skull and crush it like an egg faster than your comparatively feeble chuunin level chakra enhanced brain could comprehend.”
After sighing Ibiki stopped for a moment, rubbing the bridge of his nose before continuing.
“There is no doubt in my mind that she would have killed any one of us but you if we had shown as much interest as you have at this point. She trusts you, to an extent, because of your pre existing relationship. Probably everyone else from Konoha is an enemy until proven otherwise. As I said before, you can push further than anyone here but don’t push too far until she’s ready or you have an exceptionally good reason. Unless you want to be handed your still-beating heart?”
Yuugao grimaced for a moment before speaking.
“I have to say you and Anko-san are taking this very well, the others are nervous.”
Ibiki’s mouth twitched up at the corner as he considered his answer.
“Well there is a simple reason for that, panicking in this situation would probably be detrimental to my life expectancy. As for Anko-Chan, she’s calm because she’s already prepared to die and has planned several ways to try kill Kushina-san.”
“WHAT!”
Yuugao slapped her hands over her mouth before looking around and leaning in closer to Ibiki, her voice coming out in a harsh whisper.
“What do you mean she’s planned to kill Kushina-san?!”
“Firstly Anko has a plan to kill everybody, she says it‘s bad business not to when you‘re an assassin. Secondly-”
Suddenly a pair of arms and a dozen snakes wrapped around Yuugao, before a breathy, playful voice spoke softly right next to her ear.
“What’s this Ibiki-Kun, telling tales?”
The air from Anko’s speech tickled Yuugao’s ear, making her twitch away, Anko, noticing moved in to playfully lick it before biting down on it rather painfully.
“Be careful what you go around asking people, some don’t like their secrets getting out.”
Releasing Yuugao’s ear she stood up to her full height. Placing her hands on Yuugao‘s shoulders she glared down at Ibiki, practically snarling, her grip and the snakes tightened painfully on Yuugao.
“And as for you!”
Her glare turned into a sadistic smile as she leaned towards him, giving Ibiki an eyeful as she spoke in a mock whisper.
“I wouldn’t go around gossiping like a woman unless you want to lose what makes you a man.”
Ibiki flashed one of his trademark smirks.
“Wouldn’t dream of it Anko, tell me, how did the Dango turn out after?”
Anko suddenly started beaming.
“Oh, they didn’t stock the kitchen with all the ingredients to make really awesome ones but they were still pretty damn good!”
Twitching in pain and quite intimidated, Yuugao’s voice was barely above a whisper
“Eh, can you please let me go Anko-san?”
Anko looked down, surprise all over her face as she completely forgot Yuugao was there. To Yuugao’s immense relief she released her grip and the snakes before shrugging nonchalantly, Ibiki’s eyes concentrated on the interesting movement of her developing assets just like Anko had planned.
“Window shopping Ibiki?”
“Yes, I want to make sure the product is up to scratch.”
Slowly parting her trench coat while cupping her breasts, showing slightly more than the coat normally allowed, Anko leaned forward more, taking on the most seductive voice a fifteen year old could pull off.
“Mmm, you can’t buy quality like this I-bi-ki Kuuuun.”
“Sorry Anko, if you’re trying to get a raise out of me you’re going to have to work harder at your seduction. As…impossible as it seems I’m used to your usual weaponry.”
Noticing Yuugao was still twitching in the chair Ibiki turned a concerned eye to her.
“Something the matter Yuugao-San?”
“I…think something…cracked.”
“Ah, well that tends to happen when Anko is involved. It is a stroke of luck though. Kushina-San is the only one here with the skill to set bones with Chakra, and you’re concerned with her sanity. Just go up, tell her something is broken and if she doesn’t hand you your liver the second you walk through the door you can inquire about her and Naruto. Subtly of course. You don’t want to annoy her when she has her hands anywhere near your neck or ribs.”
“Em, thanks for reassuring me?”
“No thanks required Yuugao-San.”
“I’d like some thanks!”
“Sit down Anko, you broke some of her bones.”
After Yuugao got up, Anko slumped down on in her place, pretending to pout as a grin was threatening to break out on her face.
Genma, leaning against a wall where he had been reading a magazine just started shaking his head.
“Everyone in this place is insane.”
“I heard that Genin! And it’s not insanity, it’s sexual tension and friendly rivalry!”
“Keep telling yourself that Anko-Chan. Maybe you’ll convince yourself some day.”
“Shut it, Ibiki.”
It was quite a trying day for Minato, the council was breathing down his neck and his sensei had been arguing with the Sandaime pretty much all day. On the bright side he was going to be a Dad in a very short space of time, and the nice panoramic windows in his office afforded an excellent view of the massive Fox Demon laying waste to the village. Minato tilted his head slightly as the oversized fluffball’s maw suddenly dropped open. Judging from the rattle off the reinforced windows and the large quantities of rubble flying about quite a few of his ninja had just been killed by a god damned roar.
“Fucking overpowered bitch!”
Fires traced the Demons path, cutting a swath through the forest, thankfully the murdering bitch hadn’t quite reached what was left of the walls yet. The smoke from its passage was unable to escape through the heavy rain clouds, forming a choking lair of acidic smog. Minato sighed as a flash of natural lightning in the distance confirmed the soon to be acid rain. “Marvellous.” A moment later, the thunder joined with his beloved Kushina's screams, prompting a wince of sympathetic pain on Minato‘s part.
The soft green glow of medical chakra gave a surreal cast to the room as a lone medic nin flitted about Kushina. Truthfully the medic shouldn’t have even been there, but after weighing the sheer enormity of the sacrifice his family was going to make for the village he felt it was fair the village make such a simple gesture as supplying the wellbeing of his wife. When Sarutobi had found out he had seemingly been of two minds, alternately giving him that patented “I am disappointed.” look or smiling at him as if to say the choice was the right way to go.
Minato was many things. Hell, he was a regular Renaissance Man, or whatever the ninja equivalent was. But he didn't define himself by those talents and skills, because in his humble opinion he felt he was much more than a talented sack of flesh. He was a husband, and he was going to be a father shortly. But on an even more basic level, for better or for worse, he was human, and that meant emotions that you can’t just slap down while retaining any sense of morality.
He knew how the people would see his son. Their saviour, his legacy, would be a monster to them. They would even hate his own precious Kushina, the mother of the 'beast.' His duties as Hokage, father and husband were...conflicting, to say the least. On an intellectual level, he knew what he had to do to save the village, but, on an emotional level, well, the boy would at least have his mother.
His wife's cries faded to panting, and she called him to her side. Minato hurried over, taking one of her small, pale hands into his own. They were sweaty, he noted over her laboured breathing.
“What is it my dearest love?”
Her response was halted every now and then by a low moan of pain but she forged on, despite the discomfort.
“I’ve been thinking, no matter what happens,” Kushina’s hand tightened around his with enough force to bring tears to his eyes, as a particularly strong contraction rocked her body. “Konoha is going to be weakened. Lots of the higher ranking ninja are going to die, you included.” Her hand tightened again, but this time it wasn’t due to a contraction. “You’re going to have to be replaced by the old goat again.”
He waited a moment for her pain to ease before posing the question he knew she was waiting for.
“What’s your idea my love?”
“After you seal the beast Konoha will need backup. The answer lies in Uzugakure.”
Minato frowned, worried that his wife might be delirious.
“Honey…Uzugakure has been destroyed for years.”
She fixed him with a stare, a mixture between “Do I look stupid?” and “Are you stupid?”
“I know Uzugakure is gone, but lots of it’s population escaped. If we reform it they will probably come back. I’ll find a country close by to serve as the base then we can set up an alliance once we‘re strong enough to help protect Konoha. Neither me or Naruto will be hated.”
“That…that might just work…”
“You need to get some people you trust together. When the time comes we’ll leave the village and start looking for others. Only the Sandaime and Jiriya can know the truth. Sarutobi can tell everyone that those you sent with me were killed fighting the Kyuubi. Go, we don’t have much time to set this up.
Minato ran from the room to find Sarutobi, unwilling to seek him with Hirashin. His need to conserve chakra paramount in his mind. As he was trying to find his predecessors Chakra signal he started thinking about his wife’s idea, theoretically it was sound but he didn’t know if it could actually be accomplished. All he could do was supply her with a few trustworthy people and believe in her judgement. It was probably the only chance of a decent outcome they had. It was definitely the only chance his son and his wife had for a decent future.
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Coming to a stop outside the office he heard his predecessor and Sensei’s voices drift through the door, opening it and slipping inside he softly closed the door and sealed the room instantly to prevent prying eyes and ears. It was somewhat disheartening that even during the greatest crisis in the villages history he still had to guard against spies. Turning around he saw Jiriya and Sarutobi smoothing out their clothes, apparently they had been grappling, about to come to blows over some stupid little thing.
“I’d ask why you were about to start beating the hell out of each other but right now we have more important things to discuss.”
Jiriya spoke up first, his voice still had a bit of an edge to it as he glared sullenly at his own sensei out of the corner of his eye.
“And what would that be Minato? Shouldn’t you be with Kushina right now, or have you come to help me tell this old fool that he doesn’t have the strength to seal the Kyuubi. If anyone should do it, it should be me. I have the least to lose.”
The deathly pale Sandaime rolled his eyes.
“You still have much of your life to lead, that is why I must do it. I may be sick but I can still seal the damn Demon Fox, Jiriya.”
“Oh, and you’d be willing to place all of Konoha on a fools bet? Tsunade must have rubbed off on you more than I expected.”
Minato slammed his fist into the wall, shaking the room and sending cracks spidering through the plaster.
“GOD DAMN IT, I SAID WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DISCUSS!”
Both Jiriya and Sarutobi froze as Minato’s voice reverberated throughout the room in a half echo, never in all their years had they heard Minato voice sound so full of venom. His voice echoed until there was naught but a deathly silence. When he spoke again his voice was caustic.
“I am going to seal the beast because I am the Hokage and it’s MY son who is going to be turned into a DAMN prison, I don’t give a FUCK about your petty argument right now. I need your God damned help.”
“You!” He spat, turning towards his Sensei, “Are going to do two things, firstly you are going to make up so many stories about what happened here that no-one will know which is right, the only two things that will be consistent with every story is that the Demon is dead and Konoha is strong. Then you are going to spread that story over every country you have contacts in. The second thing you are going to do is track down people with safe bloodlines, clans who are unhappy with their current arrangements and people who would make good Shinobi. When the time is right you are going to send the most trustworthy of them to Kushina.”
“Why?” He tried to say, but Minato just blanked him as he turned to Sarutobi.
“You have to take back your position as Hokage until you can find a decent successor. When you get into office, some Shinobi are going to have disappeared without a trace. You are going to say they are dead. In reality they are going to be with Kushina and my son who are also going to be classified dead.”
Now both Sarutobi and Jiriya fixed him with a stare, making it clear that unless he had a sane reason they would do no such thing.
“Kushina had an idea, Uzugakure was destroyed but most of it’s nin are still alive, scattered to the winds. The first part of the plan is going to be finding a decent location and recruiting some of the more prominent unaligned Uzu Shinobi, then she is going to rebuild Uzugakure and side with Konohagakure, that way Konoha has backup while it’s weak and my wife and child will be in positions of respect instead of being hated.”
Both men seemed to mull it over before Jiriya finally spoke.
“It’s a solid idea, I’ll give you that, but do you think Kushina can pull it off? Don’t get me wrong, She is a smart, capable and powerful woman but she’s hardly leadership material on that kind of scale, to be honest she’s a bit of a hothead and the logistics of setting up a minor village are pretty damn terrifying.”
Minato smiled wistfully.
“Yeah, she may be a hothead and doesn’t really have any practical experience. But she is also my main adviser, strong willed, and has a way of making people believe in her, she can do it. I know she can.”
At this Sarutobi spoke up.
“How many Shinobi are you going to send? And which one’s for that matter? If you send too many strong Ninja Konoha will be weakened, if you send too few and they are too weak Kushina will be in danger and won’t have the foundation needed for this, the new Uzu will collapse before it can begin.”
“I was thinking, Gekko Hayate, Mitarashi Anko, Shiranui Genma, Morino Ibiki, Uzuki Yuugao and Tenzou.”
Jiriya took the chance to jump in with his assessment of the choices.
“Oh, that’s perfe-ARE YOU INSANE! First of all six ninja. Six? And not one of them Jonín! And then the ones you picked. You want to send your wife and newborn son out into the world on a ridiculously dangerous mission with a barely graduated genin so sick he would be lucky to make twenty, a psychologically disturbed chuunin who was used as a lab rat by Orochimaru, a rookie with no apparent skills, a man who is shaping up to be the next head of T&I with all of the psychological abnormalities someone of that position cultivates, another low level practically cannon fodder chuunin and one of Orochimaru’s abandoned projects?! What the hell are you smoking because I could damn well use some of it.”
“You’ve gone a little red in the face Sensei. Maybe you should have stopped to breathe in the middle of your rant.”
Jiriya was about to verbally tear Minato a new one, he never got the chance as Minato cut in over him.
“No Sensei, I’m intending to send my wife and newborn son out into the world on a ridiculously dangerous mission with a Kenjutsu prodigy, a Sannin trained assassination specialist, an all rounder, a psychological specialist, a Chuunin with Jonín level tracking skills and a Bloodline carrier that has the ability to suppress the Demon if something goes wrong when Naruto is older.”
“Oh sure, it sounds good when you put it like that but-”
“But nothing Sensei, the most important thing of all is in their loyalty tests all of them fell into the highest rank. Even Anko.”
“Great, but you still haven’t explained why none of them are Jonín and you’re only sending six.”
“Fine, you want to know why? It’s so if any of them find out and decide to turn on her, Kushina will be able to destroy them, that’s why the numbers are low, that’s why there are no Jonín.”
At this Sarutobi jumped into the conversation, it was harsh but it had to be said.
“He‘s right Jiriya, the highest rank of loyalty is just “High probability of not betraying the village“, It’s a high probability, not an iron bound one hundred percent chance that they will never betray us, we’re ninja, we might genuinely hope there is but sadly there is no such thing as absolute loyalty in the shadows.”
Minato’s recently reigned in anger started to crack, revealing the deep sorrow and steel will of one who knows and has accepted that they will die so that others may live.
“I just… you both have to understand, what other choice do I have?”
Sarutobi tilted his head back, taking in a deep breath and released it slowly.
“Fine.”
Minato and Sarutobi turned towards Jiriya, his student and his Sensei effectively double teaming him. He ground his teeth at the foolishness, the sheer audacity, the unimaginable and unmistakable gut feeling that it might work.
Sometimes Jiriya hated his gut feelings.
“Alright, you don’t have to stare at me, I’ll do it.”
Minato nodded his thanks towards them both and set out to round up the Ninja he had chosen.
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The six nin stood in a rough semicircle in front of the Hokage’s desk, all of them bar Hayate and Genma were soot stained and wounded, and they only managed to avoid it because none of the genin had to fight yet. However under the Hokage’s order’s they appeared before him with enough supplies for an extended black op in a war zone. Minato stood with his back to them as black rain fell and streaked down the recently cracked window he was looking through.
The window framed the Kyuubi’s approach, intimidating the six as they looked past the Hokage and at the beast. Without turning around the Hokage spoke.
“The six of you have been chosen for a mission, the very survival of Konoha rests on your shoulders. As such this mission is S ranked.”
At this the six fidgeted, confused and some of them fearful that they would be sent to somehow defeat the Kyuubi. They did not speak this fear however. They waited for their Kage’s instructions.
“As of today you are no longer officially Konoha nin. In fact, as of today you are officially dead.”
The looks of confusion on their faces deepened.
“The Kyuubi’s attack on Konoha will leave us weakened and left in a position where we may be taken advantage of or destroyed. We cannot allow that. You are to leave and go wait one hundred and twenty seven miles east of here. You will set up camp at Hana outpost, there should be no-one there, if there is you are to kill them, they cannot know who you are. You are to maintain that position until someone comes carrying a scroll with my personal seal in blue wax and the code-word Sora in Blue Kanji embossed on it.”
Minato turned around to face them.
“You will ask the question, Who holds our orders? The counter will be Mr. Blue Sky. If they say anything else you are to kill them. The person who legitimately holds the scroll is your commander on this mission and you will treat them as if they are your Kage. If the person who contacts you isn’t the legitimate holder you are to find and reclaim your commander, living or dead. If dead, return to Konoha. If the commander is alive they will carry all the information you require for this mission to be successful. This is a lifelong mission. Ibiki is leader until your commander shows up. It should take them a week at most to get there. Are there any questions?”
Yamato stood forward.
“Will we be receiving reinforcements?”
“Reinforcements are to be procured during the mission. You will be unable to call on any of Konoha’s resources unless you manage to succeed in your first major objective.”
“We are to procure help from allied villages then?”
“No. Your commander will have the details. They will inform you as and when you need to know.”
Yamato stood back in line.
“If that is all? You are dismissed. You have ten minutes to leave the village and be on your way. Good luck.”
The six saluted him and left as fast as possible. Minato paused a second before taking off his hat and placing it on his desk. He sat down and wrote a scroll to his son. As soon as it was finished he took off his still shiny and only slightly dented and nicked forehead protector. He buffed it on his sleeve before sliding it into a small parcel along with the letter-scroll. He took a spare headband from a drawer in his desk and fastened it around his forehead as he left to wait with Kushina.
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After ordering a retreat of his forces he summoned Gamabunta for the last time. He was starting to get sick of that phrase, every last time he passed he came closer to his last breath, his last memory, his last look at his son. Oh, his son, his precious beautiful son. The only chance of seeing him again was if something terrible happened. He hated himself for this.
Turning to Gamabunta he bowed slightly in greeting.
“So Bunta, ready to kick ass and take names with me one last time?”
“You bet kid! Lets make it one for the ages.”
He secured himself to Bunta’s head with Chakra as the massive Toad leapt in to engage in mortal combat with the raging beast, slashing at it with his tower sized Tanto, giving Minato time to prepare the hand seals.
As the beast roared Bunta crossed his arms in front of himself to shield against the chakra infused wind, holding his blade up to defend Minato and his son. The Kyuubi took the opportunity to take a downward swipe at Bunta’s face.
The blow was crushing but Bunta cast all his might into a parry, preventing half his face from being torn off, however one of Kyuubi’s claws still had the reach to tear a gouge into his face, almost taking out his eye, giving him a scar to match the one on the left side of his face. The ground underneath Gamabunta had already cracked, but it was starting to buckle under the force, a few more hits like that and his Tanto would smash, leaving him in a hole large enough to serve as his grave, that was if the Kyuubi didn’t eat him after killing him.
“Hurry up kid, this bastard is on a different level to me, I can’t take too many of those hits or I’m dead.”
“Sorry Bunta, I need a few more seconds.”
The Kyuubi started drawing chakra towards his mouth, compressing it down. The massive Toad, closest he had ever come to worried, liked to believe he only sounded just the tiniest bit rushed.
“HURRY UP KID, WE DON’T HAVE A FEW SECONDS!”
The sheer desperation in Gamabunta’s voice made Minato speed up faster than he thought possible.
The beast drew back its head, light shining between the gaps in it’s massive teeth. When it snapped it’s head back down it was going to be all over. In an act of total desperation Gamabunta thrust forward with his Tanto, nailing shut the Kyuubi’s maw as the pressure approached it’s maximum. The titanic force proved to be too much for the beast to contain. In a titanic explosion it’s head and part of it’s upper body exploded off, flattening trees for almost a mile and setting those closest on fire.
Just as the pyrotechnics ended the Shinigami came into the Mortal realm. It seized the still formed part of the Kyuubi before dragging it into Naruto and sealing the energy away.
The remnants of the Kyuubi, thrown away in the blast, quickly drew together into a significantly smaller form. Minato, exhausted as he was, tried to get the Shinigami to make a lunge for the recovering beast but his chakra just wasn‘t enough. The Fox shakily rose to it’s feet before stumbling away disorientated. A string of choice curses left Minato’s mouth as he staggered forward along the head of the stunned and badly burned Gamabunta, the remains of the toads massive Tanto still gripped in his bleeding hand. The Shinigami trailed behind Minato seemingly to indulge the mortal.
“Bunta, BUNTA! Get off your lazy Yakuza ass or you’re going to make your family a laughing stock.”
Bunta’s eye’s opened seemingly out of sheer annoyance.
“Pah, I still have the energy to kick your disrespectful ass.”
“Then wake the hell up, shrink down, get off your broken up ass and take my son to Kushina, don’t stop for anything and don’t let anyone see you.”
Minato was starting to look paler with every passing second, they both knew his time was almost up.
“Yeah, yeah. Even on the brink of death you’re a pain. I‘m going to miss you kid. Want me to give a message to your girl?”
Minato placed the gently wrapped up Naruto onto the waiting tongue of the Toad boss. Taking a moment to caress the child’s cheek with his now shaking hand.
“Nah, she knows I love her anyway…actually. Tell her that I think she looks prettier with her hair up.”
Minato leaned in to give Naruto a kiss on the forehead. As his vision started to go dark he burned the image of Naruto sleeping into his failing mind.
“Huh?”
Gama started shrinking down to a smaller size until he was about the height of a small house. He gently stored Naruto in his mouth.
“Before all this…I…bought her a…new hair clip… never got the….chance to see her use it...”
Minato stumbled down to the ground, tripping over some exposed and charred roots, but managing to keep his footing. He staggered over to a miraculously still standing tree. Placing his back against it he slid down until he was sitting.
“Even…if…Naruto… doesn’t get…the summoning scroll…look after…him…for me…Bun…ta.”
His head slowly dropped to his chest as he grew silent, the Shinigami disappearing soon afterwards.
Bunta stood there, his head down slightly. He really would miss the kid, he would look after this Gaki like he was his own. After he delivered the infant to Kushina he would have to go have a word with Jiriya he’d be damned if the kid didn’t sign the summoning scroll. He shrunk down further until he was the size of a horse and hopped off into the darkness.
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Kushina had hardly given birth twenty minutes earlier when Jiriya and Sarutobi appeared at her bedside with a bundle of cloth. The medic nin who had been tending to her finished up the last of the treatments, a desperate attempt to make the fatigued woman capable of travel. The med nin turned before bowing low to Sarutobi as the newly reinstated Hokage began the Jutsu to modify his memory. A few seconds later the Med nin collapsed, unconscious, as all the important information was sealed away, being replaced with mundane conversations and the tragic death of Mother and Son.
When the village discovered the death of the Fourth’s family it would become yet another reason to mourn, but better that than many of the possible alternatives.
Kushina’s voice was heartbreaking, cracking as she kept her composure as rigid as she could.
“So…the Jutsu worked as Minato thought it would?”
Jiriya looked down, his face full of pain. His normal, cheerfully perverted personality completely submerged. “Yeah…his soul is in Naruto, guarding the seal. He is partially aware but he can’t do anything unless something goes wrong and even then it will probably only be a once off thing. The soul can only affect so much when outside of the body before it gets taken to wherever they go. At least he wasn’t eaten by the Shinigami, the kid was too good for that fate.”
Kushina held out her arms as Sarutobi gently passed the child to her.
“I know this is hard for you Kushina, but you must understand that Naruto isn’t Minato in the exact same way as he isn’t the Kyuubi. If you treat him like he is it the former it will destroy him just as surely as the villagers treating him as the latter.”
Kushina’s eyes met his and he felt as if his soul would shatter. The barely suppressed pain in them hurt more than the sharpest Kunai.
“I know Sarutobi-san. He is Uzumaki Namikaze Naruto. Son of Namikaze Minato, he is my son. That is more than enough.”
Jiriya passed her a backpack full of storage scrolls before running through what each one contained that was necessary for the journey. He eventually got through the entire list before taking a pot of ink and a brush out of an inside pocket. After asking Kushina’s permission he sketched a seal onto the forehead of the sleeping child.
“This seal will last at most seven days, it will silence his cries after a two feet perimeter so you can hear him but no-one else will unless they get so close it won‘t matter anyway. It also lets sound in so you won’t have to worry about not hearing incoming people. It has the added effect of shielding him from any fast approaching object but that will need to be charged with your own Chakra, it’s a rush job so it also drains Chakra at an incredible rate. It would leave me dead or unconscious after five or six uses so you have two max, if you were well you might be able to pull out five. Any more and you will die. Only use it as a last resort.”
Kushina nodded numbly as she got up from the bed with Naruto in her arms. After reluctantly passing the child to Sarutobi she went behind a lone medical screen to get dressed properly. After putting on her combat gear she threw on her flak jacket, zipping it up before grabbing the back pack Jiriya had given her. She swung it onto her shoulders before fastening on her usual leg and hip pouches. When she came out she stood before them, looking lost, she took Naruto back into her arms, her eyes becoming somewhat more focused. She paused a moment before finally nodding and leaving to slip out of the village.
Sarutobi’s sigh was easy to interpret as he went up to the roof with Jiriya to make the announcements to the gathering nin.
“I hope we did the right thing by sending them away.”
Judging from the roars of pain and hatred that encompassed the village it seemed they had.
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Kushina had covered sixty seven miles in three days. It was a laughable pace for a ninja but it was to be expected. She was still making remarkable speed for her condition. Over and over again in a low whisper she chanted the words that were driving her, that were stopping her from crumpling to her knees and crying herself to death, her mouth felt dry. She would have to drink soon. Naruto would wake soon and he would need to feed too.
“Doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto, doing it for Naruto.”
Three days…she held him as tightly as she dared. Nothing would take him away. Nothing.
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On the afternoon of the seventh day she finally came within a few hundred yards of where the outpost should be. She stopped before using a Jutsu to camouflage herself and Naruto completely. After a few seconds she made a Kage Bunshin. She ordered it forward to scope the place out. As it went to leave it stopped and looked down at it’s arms, moving them uselessly as if to hold a Naruto it didn’t have. She would not let a Bunshin have him, even if it only held a copy. The Bunshin turned back and reached out pleadingly towards the real Naruto, a dead look in it’s eyes, before Kushina compelled it to leave. Tears rolled down the face of the Bunshin Kushina as it was rebuked, it’s eyes rapidly becoming totally devoid of life. It turned mechanically and left to accomplish it’s mission.
After a few minutes she received the information from the dispersed clone. She ruthlessly crushed the terrible and profound feeling of loss the Kage Bunshin had been experiencing before it’s mind broke. That done she began sifting through the recent knowledge she had gained.
The first piece of important information she retrieved was the location of the building. A squat, thick slab of tan rock. It’s upper floor narrower than it’s bottom floor by a considerable amount. The walls enclosing the roof and second floor were coated liberally in spikes to prevent people climbing over it or hiding against it, the rock that made up the building itself looked to be the regular Konoha outpost affair which meant seal and steel reinforced. The outpost would undoubtedly also have the regular outer seal defences.
As for the shinobi component of the outpost, Anko had probably been guarding the door, she couldn’t tell for sure because of the extremely skilled application of a middle ranking camouflage Jutsu that took the clone a few seconds of concentrated observation to confirm. A minute after that “Anko” had changed guards with Hayate. His attempt at hiding was using Henge after he had taken up position. It would have been a relatively good showing were it not for the fact that he became a bush in an area that had been obviously cleared for line of sight after waltzing out like it was a day at the park . If it was an enemy masquerading as the genin they were very skilled at their job of showing an almost naïve level of ability.
After that the clone had went around the perimeter of the forest looking out for other guards she could possibly identify, she stopped halfway around when she spotted someone stalking across the roof. It wasn’t as good a job as “Anko” but still impressive in it’s own right. Probably Yuugao. Tracking specialists were inevitably skilled in hiding as not only did you have to hide from who you were hunting so as not to alert them to your presence, you had to think like someone who was being stalked by enemies.
Somewhat satisfied Kushina created another Kage Bunshin. She destroyed it’s awareness before it even formed, linking up her senses to it’s own to use it as a puppet. The Bunshin reached down into one of Kushina’s hip pouches. Withdrawing the confirmation scroll Minato had written, for the smallest of moments a spark of life seemed to appear in it’s eyes, gone before it could truly exist. It turned and trudged wearily to a few feet away from the tree line, hidden partially behind some bushes and a fallen log. The Bunshin quickly pulled up a face mask before tying up it’s hair and covering it with a bandana. It would be unwise to let them know who she was straight off the bat. Using the medium of the Kage Bunshin, Kushina made a quick series of birdcalls that even a genin like Hayate would know meant “Friendly approaching, do not attack.”
The ‘bush’ rustled a little bit as Hayate probably reached for a Kunai and his Black ops headset. An intense heat shimmer came into existence as the bases defences were activated. The door set into the rock swung open as a bear of a teenager, bigger than most grown men, cautiously stepped out. Ibiki, if she wasn’t mistaken. He stood with apparent disdain but to a trained eye he was ready to move or attack in any direction. The Kushina Bunshin slowly slid out from behind her concealment. Both hands out to the side.
“Don’t move. Just say yes or no. Do you have it?”
“Yes.”
“Reach for it, slowly, and without any sudden movements show me the seal and the Kanji.”
Kushina slowly turned the scroll to show the Blue seal and the silver Sora Kanji.
“Who holds our orders.”
“Mr blue sky.”
“O.k. now unseal it.”
With a quick application of Chakra the seal unlocked and Kushina held it at the ready.
“Toss it over.”
She threw it underhand, its lazy arc terminating as it struck the heat shimmer where it slowed and stopped as if stuck in a web. Ibiki reached forward easily, grabbing it before having to exert visible strain to pull his arm back through the barrier. He seemed to warily examine the scroll before scanning it with chakra. Cautious, he pulled the scroll open slowly, suspicious of any traps that might catch him off guard and send him to an early grave, If there was enough of him left to bury. After a few seconds of not turning into a red mist he seemed to relax ever so slightly.
“It’s legitimate. Welcome to Fort Hana Commander, although I am curious as to why it took you so long to get here. We were worried you had been intercepted.”
Kushina did not move, she did however speak up.
“There is an indecently dressed ninja among you, what is her previous Sensei’s lucky charm?”
Ibiki looked confused for a second before using his radio and whispering into it, after a few seconds he nodded.
“The skin of a white snake.”
Kushina began to walk forward. Appeased.
“Thank you Morino-san. If you would, escort me around the facility, we will be here for a number of days before we can move. Afterwards I want to get settled in for an hour, after that everyone will have to report for briefing.”
As the barrier deactivated she walked past Ibiki before stopping.
“For future reference you need to work on your stealth skills Gekko-San. A performance such as yours will lead to a fast death, this is a mission, not a picnic.”
The clone walked on.
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Ibiki, Anko, Yuugao and Genma were dispersed across the quite large living space. It had space enough for twenty people and it’s furnishings were comfortable enough. Anko and Ibiki were playing cards at a table while Yuugao paced anxiously around the room. Genma sat on a sofa on the other side of the room, flicking through a magazine on musical instruments. An assorted pile of magazines lay on the coffee table across from him.
Everyone was agitated to one degree or another, no-one knew who their Commander was or what they looked like, all they could tell was she was female. Not knowing about someone was a hazardous business for a shinobi.
After another round of pacing on the part of Yuugao, Anko started tapping her foot in exasperation. The rookie Chuunin’s pacing was annoying as hell and Anko had already been pissed for days. Then the commander bitch just shows up well after she should have and locks herself in a room after going through a tour of the place without saying a word. Just as she was about to tear into the Chuunín, Genma threw his magazine down. After that he stood up and grabbed the girl, pulling her out her out of the room. Surprised, Anko turned her head to Ibiki, one of her eyebrows raised.
“A bit forward wasn’t he? I’m surprised she didn’t punch him out for dragging her off.”
Ibiki grinned at her.
“You don’t realise how much killing intent you were releasing, do you? You had shocked her into a cycle. I was just wondering how long it would take for the kid to drag her out of the room before you killed her. Especially considering he was a step away from pissing his pants. I‘m surprised he managed it at all. Good thing you weren‘t angry at him.”
“Shit. I was making her pace? For how long?”
“About thirty minutes.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
Another smirk from Ibiki. “A man needs entertainment.”
“Scarred bastard.”
“Snake bitch.”
“Heh, I love you too Ibiki-tan.”
“…I‘m going to wake up with snakes in my bed again, aren‘t I?”
“Maybe if you win this hand you might just find a pretty purple haired snake in your bed.”
“Manda has a human form?”
“Virgin.”
“Cock tease.”
“Torture freak.”
“Whore in training.”
“I do love it when you talk dirty to me Ibiki-tan.”
“Hurry up and deal the cards, and no cheating this time. I’m still not happy about buying you that crate of Dango and finding out you screwed me over after you finished the whole thing. You didn’t even share.”
A grin from Anko later and she started tossing out the cards.
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The Kage Bunshin proxy had calmed down enough to think objectively for a while, she needed to confirm whether or not any of her forces would freak out about her son being a Jinchurikki. She would have to be prepared to kill all of them if they reacted badly. She had already filled the place with camouflaged explosive notes. If they react negatively, shadow proxy activates them and boom, no more problem on that front. The only difficulty was it would create a whole new array of problems.
The thought of killing some of the younger ex-Konoha ninja’s made her feel sick, but no-one was more important than Naruto, he was all she really had left now, even if she started to rebuild her life it would mean nothing without him.
Sighing after breaking out of her internal conflict she called all the ninja in, replacing those on guard with two of her own Kage Bunshins. After the six assembled before her she calmly cleared her throat and began.
“Do you trust the Fourth?”
A series of confused nods greeted her question.
“Completely? With your very lives and every ounce of your beings?”
A variety of positive answers poured forth from the nin’s mouths. Confusion and apprehension in their tones.
“Do you trust him enough to believe whatever he did was enough to prevent the Kyuubi from harming us ever again? That anything he did would be enough to protect everyone?”
Tired of the games Anko shouted, “Of course we do you stupid bitch, he’s probably the only person who’s never fucked anyone around. He wouldn’t put us deliberately in danger.”
Her mask hid it but Kushina had a small smile at the brash Kunoichi’s response. She turned a baleful glare at everyone else.
“And do you all feel the same as this girl?”
Each of them nodded without hesitation.
“What if I told you the Kyuubi’s alive and the Fourth is dead.”
Everyone froze, not even their hearts seemed to beat.
“That’s…so Konoha…it’s gone? Everyone is dead?”
Tenzou had been the first to break the silence, his question had the others staring at him in disbelief before turning to Kushina for confirmation.
Now this, this would be where things got tricky.
“Fortunately not. Konoha is lucky enough that it had two hero’s protecting it during the final fight.”
“Who? Jiriya?”
“Before I tell you, you have to understand something. What I will tell you is the greatest secret you will ever hear in your entire lives. If you betray it I will end you, even if I have to spend the rest of my life hunting you down, if you want you can leave now. But you will never be able to come back.”
The six stood steadfast in their resolve.
“The second hero was the son of the fourth Hokage.”
All but Ibiki and Genma stood dumbfounded, Genma started yelling in disbelief.
“But that’s impossible! Even if he had one his son couldn’t possibly be more than a baby!”
Ibiki however went white in the face.
“Jinchurikki. The Power of Human sacrifice.”
Kushina regarded the man warily before seeing if anyone else picked up on the implications.
“You are correct Morino-san. The Kyuubi was sealed into the son of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina. I am not entirely aware of the mechanics of the seal but what I do know is the child‘s mind is completely unaffected by the Demon.”
Yuugao was the first to break the renewed bout of silence.
“How did Konoha react?”
“How do you think they would react, angry, hurt, looking for someone to blame. Any child in that position would be no more than a target for their hate.”
“Then…then we’ve got to go back! We can’t just leave him like that, he’s a hero!”
“Ah, the shining fervour in her eyes. Perhaps she can be trusted.”
“And how do the rest of you feel about protecting the child?”
A flurry of approval met Kushina’s question, despite all her concentration she couldn’t detect any malice towards Naruto. She had reached the end of the game and had to play her hand.
“Your approval is good. As you all feel this way I am glad to tell you that we will not need to return to Konoha to rescue the child as he is outside the bunker.”
Six pairs of eyes locked on her own as she smiled to herself in self satisfaction, she slowly gave them a moment to let the implications sink in, waiting for one of them to react first. Surprisingly the first to break the silence was the as of yet remarkably quiet young Genin Hayate, who broke into a coughing fit strong enough to bring an unhealthy looking crimson to his pallid face. Genma lightly struck the back of the coughing Genin as Ibiki handed the boy a canteen.
“So I take it no-one has questions?”
Anko finally found her voice as evidenced by her profuse swearing, Yuugao still seemed dazed which left Tenzou to ask the relevant questions.
“If I might ask, commander-san, who are you, why do you have the child and what exactly is our mission?”
With that, the Kushina clone removed her bandanna and mask startling everyone in the room.
“K-Kushina-Sama?”
“I suppose this answers your first two questions Tenzou-san. As for the last, our objective is to reform Uzugakure and align it with Konoha. Fortunately this will be easier than it could be. I’m on par with a Sannin and my family was well liked in Uzu. Konoha and Uzu also had pretty good relations when Uzu was still up and running. We need to draw some of the stronger Uzu nin to us to form a group the lesser Uzu nin will rally to. But I’m getting ahead of myself. First we need to decide on a good location for the village and take time to plan out our actions, so we’re going to be here for a few days. We have about a week before a Konoha patrol sweeps by to make sure this outpost hasn’t been taken over and secure it again. We’ll leave in four days just to be sure we aren’t spotted. Any more questions? Dismissed.”
And with that the clone dispersed. Kushina’s real body sat still in the tree line as her consciousness slowly started to become whole again. After twenty seconds she managed to regain her feet, calming the fidgeting Naruto with a few soft words as she ran her fingers through his hair before making another few Kage Bunshin as a body guard. Things might seem to be going well with the six under her command but trust was only given away by fools. The clones were now less insistent on having Naruto’s of their own. The need to protect the real one overriding the need to feel the comfort of having fake, lifeless, copies in their arms.
The group of Kushina’s entered the bunker. Hoping that things would work out.
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It had been three days since Kushina had come to the Outpost. The only time any of her ninja saw her was brief glimpses as she sent out a few Kage Bunshin to replace the ones on watch or to fetch things for her. She had locked herself away from the group. Everyone but Yuugao felt a foreboding whenever they went near the door, Yuugao herself had always admired Kushina, even being on speaking terms with the woman and her Husband. It broke her heart to see the loud, proud and strong Kunoichi seemingly shattered by this disaster. Every day she went to the door. Knocking on it to remind the Kunoichi that even though she fed Naruto she would have to eat as well. Reminding her to sleep. To drink water lest she get dehydrated. The once cheerful woman would send out a Kage Bunshin to bring back whatever Yuugao reminded her of, but after talking to them on the first day she didn’t say a word.
Yuugao, worried, went to Ibiki for his opinion.
Sitting down next to the man on a couch she spoke of her worries, the man only nodding every now and then to show he was paying attention while he flicked through a year old magazine on gardening.
“Don’t push her Yuugao, She fears us.”
“What are you talking about Ibiki. Kushina has never been afraid of anything.”
Ibiki could only roll his eyes.
“Not for herself, she knows her limits and they far exceed ours, but she is afraid for her Child. Think about what she said earlier, if the truth about Naruto hadn’t been revealed in the way it was things might have gone differently, with such temperamental creatures as humans it is best to take a cautious approach. She could kill all six of us easier than you would ever believe, and she is completely prepared to do so. Don’t force her hand or you just might find a Kunai in your ribs.”
Sighing, the man closed the magazine before looking at her, placing the magazine down beside himself.
“Personally I can understand where she is coming from. If it where my child that had become Jinchurikki I wouldn’t trust any of you either, especially not if it held the Kyuubi so soon after the destruction. Frankly, leaving Konoha was probably the smartest thing she could have done to protect Naruto. Just give her some time to calm down and relax before you do anything stupid.”
Yuugao understood where he was coming from, but she didn’t have to like it, and she made her opinion known.
“But it’s not healthy for her or the baby to be cooped up in that room all the time. I haven’t even seen her leave to use the toilet.”
Ibiki leaned back into the couch, lacing his fingers together.
“Firstly there are Jutsu to dispose of human waste, secondly it might surprise you to know that pretty much everything you have come to care about and rely on being taken away from you is a devastating occurrence. It might also surprise you that when something like this happens to a person they will generally become extremely protective and violent if they perceive anything they care about to be threatened.”
Ibiki’s voice took on a lecturing tone as he leaned forward tossing the closed magazine onto the table.
“In this case try and visualise what would happen if this was combined with someone who cared about something that would usually be readily discriminated against. Imagine that person, who cares about something that was almost guaranteed to be universally hated, had the power to close her hand around your skull and crush it like an egg faster than your comparatively feeble chuunin level chakra enhanced brain could comprehend.”
After sighing Ibiki stopped for a moment, rubbing the bridge of his nose before continuing.
“There is no doubt in my mind that she would have killed any one of us but you if we had shown as much interest as you have at this point. She trusts you, to an extent, because of your pre existing relationship. Probably everyone else from Konoha is an enemy until proven otherwise. As I said before, you can push further than anyone here but don’t push too far until she’s ready or you have an exceptionally good reason. Unless you want to be handed your still-beating heart?”
Yuugao grimaced for a moment before speaking.
“I have to say you and Anko-san are taking this very well, the others are nervous.”
Ibiki’s mouth twitched up at the corner as he considered his answer.
“Well there is a simple reason for that, panicking in this situation would probably be detrimental to my life expectancy. As for Anko-Chan, she’s calm because she’s already prepared to die and has planned several ways to try kill Kushina-san.”
“WHAT!”
Yuugao slapped her hands over her mouth before looking around and leaning in closer to Ibiki, her voice coming out in a harsh whisper.
“What do you mean she’s planned to kill Kushina-san?!”
“Firstly Anko has a plan to kill everybody, she says it‘s bad business not to when you‘re an assassin. Secondly-”
Suddenly a pair of arms and a dozen snakes wrapped around Yuugao, before a breathy, playful voice spoke softly right next to her ear.
“What’s this Ibiki-Kun, telling tales?”
The air from Anko’s speech tickled Yuugao’s ear, making her twitch away, Anko, noticing moved in to playfully lick it before biting down on it rather painfully.
“Be careful what you go around asking people, some don’t like their secrets getting out.”
Releasing Yuugao’s ear she stood up to her full height. Placing her hands on Yuugao‘s shoulders she glared down at Ibiki, practically snarling, her grip and the snakes tightened painfully on Yuugao.
“And as for you!”
Her glare turned into a sadistic smile as she leaned towards him, giving Ibiki an eyeful as she spoke in a mock whisper.
“I wouldn’t go around gossiping like a woman unless you want to lose what makes you a man.”
Ibiki flashed one of his trademark smirks.
“Wouldn’t dream of it Anko, tell me, how did the Dango turn out after?”
Anko suddenly started beaming.
“Oh, they didn’t stock the kitchen with all the ingredients to make really awesome ones but they were still pretty damn good!”
Twitching in pain and quite intimidated, Yuugao’s voice was barely above a whisper
“Eh, can you please let me go Anko-san?”
Anko looked down, surprise all over her face as she completely forgot Yuugao was there. To Yuugao’s immense relief she released her grip and the snakes before shrugging nonchalantly, Ibiki’s eyes concentrated on the interesting movement of her developing assets just like Anko had planned.
“Window shopping Ibiki?”
“Yes, I want to make sure the product is up to scratch.”
Slowly parting her trench coat while cupping her breasts, showing slightly more than the coat normally allowed, Anko leaned forward more, taking on the most seductive voice a fifteen year old could pull off.
“Mmm, you can’t buy quality like this I-bi-ki Kuuuun.”
“Sorry Anko, if you’re trying to get a raise out of me you’re going to have to work harder at your seduction. As…impossible as it seems I’m used to your usual weaponry.”
Noticing Yuugao was still twitching in the chair Ibiki turned a concerned eye to her.
“Something the matter Yuugao-San?”
“I…think something…cracked.”
“Ah, well that tends to happen when Anko is involved. It is a stroke of luck though. Kushina-San is the only one here with the skill to set bones with Chakra, and you’re concerned with her sanity. Just go up, tell her something is broken and if she doesn’t hand you your liver the second you walk through the door you can inquire about her and Naruto. Subtly of course. You don’t want to annoy her when she has her hands anywhere near your neck or ribs.”
“Em, thanks for reassuring me?”
“No thanks required Yuugao-San.”
“I’d like some thanks!”
“Sit down Anko, you broke some of her bones.”
After Yuugao got up, Anko slumped down on in her place, pretending to pout as a grin was threatening to break out on her face.
Genma, leaning against a wall where he had been reading a magazine just started shaking his head.
“Everyone in this place is insane.”
“I heard that Genin! And it’s not insanity, it’s sexual tension and friendly rivalry!”
“Keep telling yourself that Anko-Chan. Maybe you’ll convince yourself some day.”
“Shut it, Ibiki.”
