Chapter 273: Vignettes from Leaves on the Wind
"Hmmm. I don't like him. Stinker's looking at me funny," her grumpy company for the afternoon grumbled.
Yukari let out a small giggle. "With respect, I'm not sure he can really help it. I think he's looking at everyone funny. Hopefully his attitude won't spoil the soup."
The 'he' in question, a hefty four-eyed fish currently on display as an advertisement for a market stall, did not respond.
When she was Ishihara Yukari, she would never have shopped on this street. Now she was, and was still getting used to being,
Gōketsu Yukari, being personally escorted by a shinobi past shops that would have turned their noses up at her not even a month ago. Pride, and guilt over feeling prideful, mingled disagreeably in her gut. Perhaps it was a sign to stop lollygagging and continue her covert mission for the day.
"Kagome," she said gently, "would you mind getting the attention of the merchant once he's done talking with that man? I'm going to go see about some of those winter plums we passed earlier."
"Eh? Uh, okay. You... sure you wanna go alone?" Kagome asked nervously.
"I'll be right over there," Yukari said, indicating the appropriate shop and beginning to walk away.
Before she was halfway down the block, she had to spin on her heel at the sudden shout of "OY! Stinky fish-stinker!"
-o-o-o-
"And then Hanabi says, 'Neji, no, that's
angry, you need to be
mean!' Ha! I think he managed to exhaust his face before she got bored!" explained a giggly and somewhat tipsy Hinata.
Strictly speaking she had been allowed to 'borrow' one of the clan's best sake bottles for her 'diplomatic mission' to the Aburame compound on the condition that she consume only a polite amount.
Screw that.. If it would get a smile out of Shino, she would burn manners to the ground, at least for today.
Her teammate did at least emit an appreciative exhalation. Not quite enough energy for it to be a 'snort', but she was making progress. Kiba was of course howling with laughter at the thought of Hanabi giving intimidation lessons to Neji, but he wasn't who Hinata was worried about at the moment. As much as the Inuzuka cared for their canine partners, losing your second-cousin-once-removed's dog was just not really comparable to losing your father.
-o-o-o-
The room of the failed sealmaster had been far enough from Shikamaru's quarters that nothing here had been damaged. Sitting with her back to the corner, Keiko could almost put out of her mind the scenes of devastation her tessera had spent all day helping to clear. The blank faces of people who'd spent hours and hours trapped under the ruins of their collapsed lives, not knowing if their families were safe, or sometimes knowing
very well that they were not...
She wrenched herself back to her body. The ache in her muscles and her chakra coils felt good, and real, and solid, a reminder that she was at least doing
something to help. Even if she wasn't nearly intelligent enough, or competent enough, or —
clink, insisted Tenten's teacup, snapping Kei back to reality again. All four members of their little... arrangement... had retreated to recuperate in silent commiseration. Tenten was alternating between weapon maintenance and maintaining her tea intake. Shiori was ensconced in silent meditation, closest to the room's coals. And her dear husband was splayed out in an entirely undignified manner along the floor, clutching his head as though he didn't trust it to hold together on its own. His tea lay by him, abandoned and long cold.
Eventually Shikamaru spoke up. "Shiori, would you kindly pass the notes we were making earlier on to my dear wife? Wife of mine, if you could pass them to your brother tomorrow, it will make my life noticeably less troublesome. It may or may not make his moreso; I leave it to your judgement as to whether to take enjoyment from that."
Shiori was already up and moving to open one of the desk's drawers. Keiko accepted the scroll from within with a silent nod. No need to speak more and stress everyone, when all the important things would doubtless be sitting there in plain writing.
-o-o-o-
"You're free to go, Lord Hyūga." Tsunade leaned back from examining her patient.
"Thank you," Hiashi said with a sincere bow as he stepped back from Tsunade's bedside. "Before I do, I'm afraid I must trouble you a little further, and ask if you've given more thought to what we discussed yesterday."
Tsunade didn't meet his eyes, preferring instead to scan her list of remaining patients for the morning. "I appreciate the offer. I don't appreciate the attempt to buy my vote."
A scowl, equal parts concern and frustration, crossed Hiashi's face momentarily. "Tsunade,
war is coming, whether from betrayal by Mist, or by Rock and Cloud leading the Minor Coalition, or both at once. Our mednin are one of our biggest advantages, thanks in large part to you. Investing in a massive training program only makes sense. Asuma is young, and delusionally naive; he insists that peace is possible, and he
won't do what's needed! I am not
buying anything. I am asking you to help me keep Leaf safe."
Tsunade sighed and turned to the window. "If you're lucky I'll give it further thought when I don't have people to treat. Now get out."
-o-o-o-
Noburi and Naruto staggered along tonight's safe path to the main house. In the entryway, Noburi stored his coat, dusty and only slightly bloody. Naruto proceeded directly to the main lounge and practically collapsed onto one of the larger chairs.
Hazō carefully placed his brush down and turned to face his brother-to-be. "That bad, huh?" he inquired gently.
"Nah, nah, it was... manageable. Having a medic at the ops center helped," Naruto answered, gesturing toward the entryway as Noburi joined them.
"Fifty-one saved, out of eighty-two, since Noburi could stabilize on-site and on the way to Aunt Sunny or whoever."
"What he's not saying is the 'ops center' was him, and that he ran around like a madman literally nonstop," added Noburi. "I think there were at least a few dozen other Narutos doing the same thing, as well."
"Yeah," Naruto grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Gods, I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonight. That one kid —"
"I know, bro. I know," Noburi cut in grimly.
"You did what you could, let that be a blessing," said Mari in a melancholy tone from
right behind Hazō wait when did she get there. "If you feel guilty about not being able to do more, it'll just hurt your ability to actually do more."
"Shut your
Sagebedamned mouth, Mari," declared Naruto, his voice cracking as he sprang to his feet and strode across the room. "He was
trapped on top of his dead mom, for fuck's sake!
I'll feel however I damn well please about that, thanks very much!"
Slowly, gently, the red haired woman lifted her arms and wrapped them around the blond teenager, pulling him into a hug as he started to sob.
Notes from Nara:
- Due to sealing failure repairs / rescue / recovery, Nara manpower is going to be over-swamped until well past the vote, so they likely won't be able to do any further negotiations. Recommend going through Yamanaka & Akimichi if at all possible.
- ISC is willing to cover half the Hagoromo payments.
- Minami & Sarutobi have been negotiating with the Amori/Motoyoshi/Kurusu block. They report that they may be able to break off Amori if Gōketsu can add something substantial to sweeten the pot. ISC have already sent their offer along.
- Since Hazō is not yet at the Leaf age of majority, he'll need to make sure all the appropriate administrative stuff has been dealt with for Mari to cast Gōketsu's vote. Shiori enclosed a copy of the necessary paperwork; for planning purposes, assume this will happen in the background.