Chapter 7β: Surviving the Detonation
Hazō felt the slap that attached certain death to his back, and a whisper came in his ear: "Be still or you explode."
Hazō was still.
"Drop your weapons," Kagome-sensei said. After all these months, hearing his raspy, slightly high-pitched voice, just as it had been before practice speaking with other human beings smoothed it out, set Hazō's heart at peace even as he remained in mortal danger.
Very carefully, Hazō removed the kunai holster from his belt and let it fall. His shuriken pouch and ninja wire followed.
"The last pouch is a pair of sealing scrolls," he said. "One's for you, so I'd really rather lower them down carefully."
A bight of rope slapped over his shoulder, both ends pre-tied in wide loops.
"Right wrist to left ankle, around the tree," Kagome-sensei said.
Hazō licked his lips. Even with the loops fully tightened, the rope was only about twenty centimetres long; this was not going to be the most comfortable conversation. Still, he'd pulled it off once before, with much less information, and he had a vague sense of what conversational beats to aim for.
"Who are you?" Kagome-sensei demanded. "When are you from?"
"My name is Kurosawa Hazō," Hazō said evenly. "I'm originally from Hidden Mist, but I went–"
He felt the sharp sensation of a kunai tip pressed to the back of his head. Primitive fight or flight, an instinct honed by missing-nin years yet to come, screeched at him, threatening to shut down his composure and ruin everything.
His will was stronger. Just.
"No playing games, you stinker!" Kagome-sensei barked. "
When are you from? Answer me, or I'll blow you to smithereens!"
"T-Ten Seventy-One AS," Hazō stammered." But how–"
"I'm asking the questions here!" Kagome-sensei snapped. "You think I didn't see how you walked around the splinterclaw nest? How you took out the eyestealer before it so much as saw you? I've lived in this forest longer than that body of yours has been alive; you think I don't know what it means when some kid I've never seen before walks through this forest like he's taking a stinking stroll?
You've done this before!"
The kunai pressed harder. Hazō winced.
"You've got me, sir," he admitted. "I'm a time traveller."
"I knew it!" Kagome-sensei crowed. "Here to put an end to me before I can foil your evil plans, are you? Silence me before I spread the truth? I knew this day would come, you–"
"No!" Hazō exclaimed as the kunai began to dig too deep and the back of his neck turned wet. "I'm here because I need your help!"
"Hmph! A likely story. You just want to get me off guard so your little friends out there can–"
"Gyah!" Hazō let out an involuntary yelp. "Kagome-sensei, please!"
Suddenly, he felt the kunai withdraw.
"What did you just call me?"
"Kagome-sensei," Hazō said more slowly. "Kagome-sensei, you're my master, my sealing instructor. You taught me everything I know."
Kagome-sensei was silent for a while.
"Are you saying that's why you're here? That I invented a time travel seal and sent you back in time to save the world?"
Hazō relaxed, just a little.
"Not exactly. I was attacked by a sealed horror and deliberately triggered a sealing failure. It threw me back into the past, to a few months ago."
His missing-nin senses flared as he heard Kagome-sensei jump back.
"Wait!" he screamed.
Kagome-sensei hesitated. Hazō could feel the detonation syllable on his lips.
"No student of mine would ever be that dumb," Kagome-sensei spat. "I knew you were just lying to catch me off guard so you could stab me in the back and take me away so you could peel my brain open like an orange and pull out all the secrets I know while you laughed at how gullible I was! 'Kagome-sensei!' As if I'd ever fall for that!"
"I had no choice!" Hazō insisted urgently. "It had got loose on the Seventh Path and there was nobody else who could stop it and it was killing my siblings and I was afraid that if I didn't act that second it would be the end of the world!"
"Hmph," Kagome-sensei snorted, but Hazō continued not to be spread in a million pieces across the forest.
"I admit it," Hazō said. "It was dumb. And given what happened, maybe letting it kill everyone would have been the lesser evil."
Maybe the Conclave could have defeated the Mori horror. Even if it couldn't, it was hard (though not impossible) to imagine that its rampage would have been worse than the literal apocalypse he'd ended up triggering. The weight of being responsible for the destruction of the Seventh Path and everyone in it was impossible for Hazō to process. It was like there simply wasn't enough room in his mind to contain an object that big.
And that was before considering the possibility that his time travel had erased the alpha timeline, destroying an entire universe.
"It was dumb," Hazō said again. "But Kagome-sensei–"
"Stop calling me that!"
Thinking about the apocalypse he'd caused didn't hurt, at least not yet, but that
did. Like having a layer of flesh stripped off his heart.
"...But you were right… about one thing," Hazō choked out. "The world… does need saving. There's a lot of suffering in the future. A lot of death. I can prevent it. But I need help."
"Even if you're
not lying through your teeth," Kagome-sensei said after a few seconds' pause, "what business of mine is that? What's the world ever done for old Kagome, huh? Why should I go out there and get stabbed and sliced and blown up and kidnapped and forced to sit in a dungeon somewhere making seals for the Men in Coloured Cloaks for the rest of my life?"
"There's plenty of danger in the future," Hazō said. "I can't lie to you about that. I've never seen a seal workshop myself, but I have been in a lot of fights, and some of them were very close calls. Many times, it was seals we'd researched together that made the difference."
"Researched… together?"
Kagome-sensei's voice was a tiny bit slow, a tiny bit stumbling, like he was enunciating a dangerous new piece of sealing terminology to make sure he had it right.
"I can't promise you that this future will be like the future I came from. In fact, it's my goal to make sure it isn't. But the Kagome-sensei I knew in 1071… he was a respected sealing instructor in the world's greatest village. Not a single one of his apprentices died. Everyone took him seriously, and sometimes he gave lectures at the Academy and all the children listened and took notes."
"Lectures at the Academy, huh?" Kagome-sensei repeated thoughtfully. "'Pay attention, class: today we'll be doing theory of explosives with Kagome-sensei. Thank you for taking time out of your very important research for us, Kagome-sensei. No, it's nothing. Can't have the little brats blowing themselves up because they think explosions and implosions are the same thing. You there at the back, shut your gob. You want to be the stinking idiot lying in the rubble with your bones ground to powder and half your skull missing because you didn't listen in class that one time?"
Hazō began to relax as Kagome-sensei mumbled to himself, gradually getting lost in fantasies that, for once, were not paranoid at all.
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It was dark by the time Kagome-sensei (please let him still be "Kagome-sensei") had finished collecting his gear, erasing every sign of his fifteen years of habitation and clearing out the lairs of the chakra beasts most likely to eat villagers who came too close to the edge of the forest ("Some of their offerings weren't that awful, and I had some explosives that needed using up anyway, and will you stop looking at me like that?!").
In accordance with the protocol for Operation Future Perfect, Phase III, the rest of the team were arranged on logs around a warm, crackling campfire, with weapons stored securely out of sight, and a bubbling pot of stew clearly visible in the middle of the formation. Extra-pungent spices would make sure the smell hit the hungry hermit before he had too much time to second-guess his decision. Mari was just in the process of sampling the stew (which wasn't part of the plan, and should have been the cook's job anyway, but she'd just claim social spec ad-lib if he called her on it).
The team gave Kagome-sensei a few seconds to soak in the relaxed atmosphere and display of casual camaraderie before they rose one by one, slowly, to greet him.
"You must be Kagome," Kei said, giving a very proper and not at all anxious bow (on reflection, maybe he should have downplayed the "paranoid survivalist with pockets full of armed explosives" angle during the briefing). "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I am Mori Keiko, the team's logistics specialist."
Kagome barely took in the diminutive thirteen-year-old girl, his attention thoroughly captured by the diminutive twenty-mumble woman who'd naturally positioned herself so her hair practically glowed in the firelight while her posture as she leaned over the pot emphasised her bust.
"Thank you for coming out to meet us," Mari said smoothly, skipping Noburi's turn. "I appreciate that it must have taken a great deal of trust, and I'd like you to know how grateful I am for it. My name is Inoue Mari. As I'm sure you've heard, I'm a jōnin infiltration specialist with a sideline in taijutsu and genjutsu."
Kagome-sensei stiffened, but did not pull his hands out of his pockets, which would have been a sign to dive for cover. Hazō had had the basic degree of common sense necessary to warn him and then weather several rounds of paranoid ranting while Hazō emphasised Mari's loyalty to the team and how he knew from the alpha timeline that she would never dream of using her abilities on Kagome-sensei.
"Would you like to join us for some mysterious-but-surprisingly-palatable-rodent stew?" Mari asked.
Kagome-sensei took a reluctant step closer.
"Let's not overlook the team's MVP," Noburi said, rising with an easy grin. "I'm Wakahisa Noburi, ninjutsu master in training. We've already got plenty of cute girls and Kurosawa, so it'll be good to have another man on board."
Hazō couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just been insulted somehow, but try as he might, he couldn't put his finger on it. So this was the genesis of the elusive wit that would one day lay waste to Hyuuga Neji's ego.
"Cute girl, was it, Noburi?"
Noburi's bravado wavered as he found that his words had consequences; Akane beamed at him while Kei looked away uneasily and Mari gave him a flirtatious wink. Then Akane turned the full force of her solar smile on Kagome-sensei.
"Ishihara Akane, sir. It's wonderful to meet you. Kurosawa"–Hazō didn't flinch anymore–"says you're an incredible trapmaster. I'm a dabbler myself, and I really hope you'll find the time to show me how a professional does it."
Kagome-sensei's wary expression softened just a tiny bit.
"So," he asked, "are the rest of you time travellers too?"
For a second, Hazō wished Mari were a seal (the paper kind, not the ship-devouring kind) so he could burn her expression of utter, all-consuming bewilderment into his memory forever.
And that was why Phase III was when he drew a line under the deception. There was no possible way to keep time travel from Mari if Kagome-sensei knew, and not telling the trust-starved Kagome-sensei was the kind of omission that risked splitting the team when the truth came out.
"
Time travellers?" Mari clarified, only semi-successfully keeping her incredulity out of her voice.
"About that," Hazō said. "Inoue, I have something to tell you."
"Nope," Mari said. Hazō could see her give up on smooth-talking as it dawned on her that nobody else was acting surprised even though this hadn't been part of the mission briefing. "Nuh-uh. Time travel is impossible. It's so impossible it's been legally
declared impossible. You get executed if you're caught researching it in Mist."
"Wait, seriously?" Hazō asked.
"Actually, I can confirm this," Kei said. "It was a law passed due to my clan's advocacy, notable for being the only law with no recorded originator. The Mori set bounties for identifying and correcting such errors in the archives, a task typically undertaken by Academy students and unsuccessful genin in need of additional income."
Kagome-sensei snorted. "Of course time travel is possible. Where do you think chrono-reavers come from?"
Chrono-reavers?
"Inoue-sensei," Akane said, "I know it sounds implausible, but Kurosawa's proved it to every one of us. He knows things from my past that nobody outside my family has any way of knowing, and he's never even been to Leaf!"
"Every one of us, huh?" Mari's expression cooled.
"Oh."
This was the part that had worried Hazō most, even more than surviving Kagome-sensei's suspiciousness. He'd have preferred to do it more subtly, more delicately, and ideally not on the very first night when a team conflict might scare Kagome-sensei off for good. Still, he didn't have it in him to be angry with Akane for trying to help.
"Inoue," he began, "the problem I've been struggling with is that I know a lot about all the others because in the future–my past–they told me all sorts of obscure or private things. But everything I know about you is either known to someone, especially the secret police–like what happened with your uncle–or is feelings stuff I could conceivably figure out with social skills."
"I see," Mari said. "And that's why you decided to keep me, and just me, in the dark–because you couldn't logic me into believing you the way you did the kids."
Hazō could see Kagome-sensei tensing next to him, having been caught in the middle of–having
triggered–a confrontation he wanted no part of. A confrontation he could so easily get away from. The team was balancing on the knife edge of disaster, maybe even the knife edge of no longer being a team.
Kurosawa Hazō the time-travelling mastermind couldn't fix this. No, Kurosawa Hazō the time-travelling mastermind had been a mistake from the start. His resolution to be his true self with his family from the start had been good and right, and while it had led to some bumps in the road– it was Noburi that Akane called by first name now, not him–he knew in his heart that it was the right way forward when there was no way back. He should never have betrayed that conviction out of fear. No, Kurosawa Hazō the time-travelling mastermind couldn't fix this. But maybe Gōketsu Hazō could.
Hazō bowed deeper than a captain should ever bow to a second-in-command.
"You're right, Inoue. Mari. I'm so sorry."
All Hazō could see from his bent-over position was the light from the dancing fire. His next few words would decide if it was going to warm him or consume him.
"I should have treated you like an adult from the start. Sure, I was scared of what you might choose to do once you knew, but if I wanted to earn your trust–if I wanted to
deserve your trust–I should never have taken the choice from you."
"What I might choose to do?" Mari repeated. "What did you think I was going to do?"
Hazō straightened up.
"In the future I come from, Inoue Mari is precious to me. All of you are. Mari, you're someone who I've trusted with my own life and the lives of my family. I knew exactly how terrifyingly dangerous you are, and I sat on the pier with bare feet because I also knew that that danger only existed for our enemies. During our journey together, we both learned that you have as much love in you as you do ferocity."
Mari listened, expressionless. The others, even Akane, were frozen as if scared to move.
"The thing is, I was there for that entire journey. I know when and how you shattered the chains of the cold, dark part of yourself we called the Heartbreaker. I know how much effort it took. And I know that this time round, I've messed it up for you."
"I… don't understand."
"As best I know," Hazō said, "your journey started when you found yourself in Hidden Swamp with Shikigami-sensei and Kanna-sensei, and all of a sudden there were all those ninja–many of them as young as us–who needed help only you could give: not as a killer but as a mistress of the human heart."
The phrasing was essential. He'd already walked too close to the line during Phase I. If the others realised that Mari had chosen them for Hidden Swamp, it would be an explosive tag–no, it would be an implosion seal to their relationships. Noburi didn't yet have the gains that outweighed his losses. Kei… Kei's journey from revelation to reconciliation had taken years of pain and disaster and personal growth, and much of it had happened without Hazō so he couldn't even apply his future knowledge to help her.
"You supported all of us, I think, in little ways or big ones. You're the reason Hidden Swamp
had morale, for all of Shikigami-sensei's inspirational speeches. But the central pillar, the one that truly changed you… was Mori Keiko."
"
Me?!" Kei exclaimed, staring at him as if he'd grown nine tails.
"Yeah. Not to put too fine a point on it, but alpha Kei was borderline suicidal. She'd lost her clan, she'd lost her home, she'd lost her sensei, she'd lost her future, and above all, she'd lost her sister. I can't speak for the details of her mindset because we weren't remotely close at that time, but I don't think she felt she had anything left to live for."
Kei nodded, no longer looking sceptical, and wasn't that the worst thing of all?
"Mari saved her," Hazō said. "I don't know the details. Genjutsu was involved, I think, but more than that. Everything Mari had to throw at the problem, she threw. After that… Kei was still in a bad place for a long time, but she was alive, and eventually things got better.
"The bond that came from that was life-changing for both of them. The reason alpha Mari saved us oblivious genin from the Swamp of Death wasn't because somebody persuaded her. It was purely because we ran into her while she was busy faking her death, and Kei was with us.
"Obviously, none of that has happened anymore."
Mari and Kei were staring at each other, but neither had anything to say. Then both looked back at him as it began to dawn on one how much he'd saved her and the other how much he'd cost her.
"So yeah," Hazō said. "I messed up. And it left me afraid. What if I'd ruined your redemption and left myself with the Heartbreaker? What if I gave the Heartbreaker, somebody I couldn't possibly fight, the power that comes with knowing the future, and she decided to abuse it?"
He breathed in and out, slowly.
"I am so sorry, Mari. I used you when I should have trusted you. Trust means taking risks. It means the possibility of being betrayed. I chose to take that risk when I decided I wanted you to be my family again, and I should have followed through."
Silence, but for the crackling of the fire.
Mari sat down heavily. The others did the same, as if taking it for permission (except Kagome-sensei, still stuck on this side of the fire with Hazō, and seemingly afraid to breathe).
"Fuck," Mari finally said, with feeling. Kagome-sensei flinched.
"Fuck," Mari repeated after a second. "How the hell am I supposed to process all of that?"
"Sorry," Hazō muttered.
"Oh, pipe down." Mari sighed. "If there's one thing I got from all of that, it's that behind all the smug puppetmasteriness, you're just as scared and screwed up as the rest of us. And honestly, that's a massive relief.
"Now, I don't know, and for the rest of the night I don't care, whether you're from the future, from the past, or just plain crazy. Wakahisa, grab me the biggest bowl. Mori, you're on ladling duty. Kagome, pull up a log. Hazō says you're a master chef, and there's something not quite right with this stew."