"...And that turned out to be why we
DO NOT GO TO BEAR," Ami concluded. "But enough about my quest to save the world; how's yours?"
Hazō leaned back on the atrium sofa as he gathered his thoughts. "Do you want the good news, the bad news, the weird good news, or the weird bad news?"
"Weird bad news, duh."
"I am now the Great Prophet of Lord Jashin," Hazō said, giving a meaningful look down at the Jashinist regalia he was wearing in Gōketsu colours (Jiraiya really had been foresighted in making red one of the main colours). "I get pilgrims visiting me all the time, which is technically allowed because of Tsunade, and I have to officiate various major blood rites. This is all quite new, so Lord Hagoromo's still in the hospital recovering from his heart attack, but I have special dispensation from Naruto, so he can suck it up."
"Ah," Ami said after a few seconds. "So the good news is…"
"Yeah," Hazō said smugly. "I killed Akatsuki. This time last year, actually."
"All on your own?"
"Well, Kagome-sensei and Kei helped during the design stage, and we did need a bunch of people to lure Akatsuki into position," Hazō admitted, "but I was the one who came up with the Thousand-Yard Slayer rune and actually built and deployed it. It was brilliant, if I do say so myself: it deals mental Stress proportional to your TYS score, so civilians and genin just get knocked out, jōnin are put out of commission for weeks or months depending on seniority, and S-rankers…"
He flicked his hands open in a "boom, squish" gesture.
"Unfortunately," he said, "nobody told me that whoever kills the Great Prophet becomes the Great Prophet. And Naruto decided that having me fulfil the minimum requirements is better than Lord Jashin being disappointed in me and picking a new psychotic killer, and probably an enemy of Leaf, to give his highest blessing."
"So that's the good news and the weird good news," Ami concluded. "And the bad news?"
"The bad news," Hazō said, "is that the expedition into the afterlife has been delayed until we figure out where Orochimaru moved the rift. Apparently, Dr Yakushi was trying to appeal to him with some exciting vivisection or other and he put a decimal point in the wrong place.
"But at least there's the weird good news. Now that I've got tons of favour from Lord Jashin for defeating an epic foe, he's been willing to help me out with another séance. Akane says the afterlife is surprisingly youthful, and she's given me permission to manage my love life as I see fit while she waits for me to rescue her."
"Has she now?" Ami purred.
"Oh, no," Hazō said. "No, no, no. I was just telling you that to inform you of the facts, not because I was implying…"
"Lah lah lah, I'm not listening to anything inconvenient," Ami said, grinning as she put her fingers in her ears. "Seems like no sooner do I get back than it's time to start plotting how to get you to marry me again,
and I promised Singularity to let her help me mess with you if we ever got out of the Bearutoverse alive. Oh, I can't wait."
"But Ami," Hazō pleaded, "we're family now. Doesn't that mean you can give the marriage thing a rest?"
Ami took her fingers out of her ears. "Excuse me, Mister My Stepsister Is My One True Love? No, Hazō, this is where it all
begins."
"But why are we even skipping to marriage?" Hazō asked. "I mean, if you're taking this even slightly seriously, which I'm actually more confused about than I used to be, it's not like you even know if we're romantically compatible. Shouldn't we at least be going on instances of two individuals spending a day together in order to facilitate greater mutual knowledge and familiarity, arranged in anticipation of a potential long-term relationship or something?"
Hazō heard what was coming out of his mouth just a split second too late.
"Deal," Ami agreed with the speed of a chakra alligator snapping a genin out of mid-air. "I haven't got the Hokage to unseal my old quarters yet, and I haven't given you the specs to build my new room, so I'll be taking messages at the Nara compound to negotiate place and time. Now, gotta run. Dresses! Makeup! Concealed weapons! It's been so long since I went on a date with someone who
existed!"
"Ami, wait, no–"
But the protest was purely symbolic. In persistently ignoring Mari's pleading to train his reflexes, Hazō had guaranteed that he wouldn't be able to catch a jōnin trying to escape before the facts caught up with her.
Worse,
Kei was at the Nara compound. Had Hazō really survived the Battle of Sanity Sundered only to perish here?
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Kei's chopsticks clattered onto the table.
"Kindly repeat that,
dear sister."
"And then he said that rushing into marriage was a bad idea and suggested dating first," Ami said cheerfully. "Well, technically he was talking about instances of two individuals spending a day together in order to facilitate greater mutual knowledge and familiarity, arranged in anticipation of a potential long-term relationship, but we all know what that means these days."
"I
loathe linguistic drift," Kei muttered. "It is the bane of the aspiring author–which, to be clear, I am not and speak only in the abstract."
She put her hands together in a hand seal.
"Kei?" Shikamaru exclaimed with alarm. "I appreciate that this may be traumatic news, and far be it from me to interfere in a family matter, but I humbly request that you refrain from attempting to murder your sister with ninjutsu over the dining table–at least until after dessert."
"Shikamaru, have some sense. We are having
carrot cake. But no, I am merely obeying a contingency. Shadow Clone Technique!"
Snowflake took only a few seconds to orient herself before fixing the entirety of her attention on Ami.
"Are you serious?" she demanded.
Ami gave a sweet smile. "Serious enough."
"You realise that this means war."
"War?" Ami repeated. "I don't believe Snow Country has ever tried to conquer
anyone. Not that there's anything wrong with an isolationist foreign policy. In fact, it's probably the right call when you have no military to speak of and already know you'll just be repelled at the border. Now why don't you do the sensible thing and sit down with us for carrot cake?"
Snowflake wavered for all of three seconds. Then she stormed out, hands already reaching for the pink ribbon of triumph against all the odds.
Behind her, Ami gave Kei a wink. Shikamaru sighed, while Kei buried her head in her hands.
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It was dinnertime at the Gōketsu compound. Hazō had just finished saying Jashinist grace over the meal, and a perky Yuno had fetched everyone their peppermint tea. Kagome-sensei maintained that keeping any more Jashinist observance than they had to was pants-on-head crazy, but Kei had reluctantly pointed out that if Lord Jashin ever decided that Hazō was an unworthy spiritual leader, he would not only transfer the blessing to someone else, but in all likelihood immediately order them to murder their apostate predecessor. A Lord Jashin who had an active desire for Hazō's death and would keep sending new Great Prophets until one succeeded was a very different beast to the Lord Jashin who gave Hidan his powers and demanded bloodshed, but otherwise stayed neutral in human affairs. Fortunately, Naruto agreed that keeping a sort-of loyal Leaf ninja in the job was worth it to reliably prevent a second Hidan, even at the price of blasphemy.
That was why Hazō was busy sipping his peppermint tea (which had actually become much more pleasant over the last few months) when Snowflake strode into the dining room, the doors behind her flapping with the force of her entry.
"Snowflake!" Hazō exclaimed. "Good to see you. I had no idea you'd–"
The rest of the greeting was cut off as Snowflake reached him and, with the same relentless momentum, pulled him upright by his collar.
"Snowflake?!"
"Dear Hazō," Snowflake said in an even, formal tone. Then she kissed him.
Hazō's mind steadily went white with static, his heart beating ever faster as the kiss kept going. He should do something. Push her away? Reach out for her? Kiss her back? What was his tongue supposed to be doing right now? Maybe he should forget it all and just–
Snowflake pulled away abruptly.
"I await your response."
A beat.
"Yours, Snowflake."
Then, before Hazō could remember how to speak, she was gone.
The dining room was perfectly silent. Not a word. Not a motion. It took several seconds before Hazō remembered to do the obvious.
"Dispel!"
But the Dispelling Technique never saved him when it really counted. Not from Yuno's wide, shocked eyes. Not from Noburi's grin. Not from Mari's cat(?)-that-got-the-cream smile. Not from Kagome-sensei's stare of appalled, commiseratory horror.
And not from the velvet-soft, sweet nectar-like feeling on his lips.
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