It was a pleasant afternoon at the Gōketsu compound. A fire was crackling merrily in the living room, three mugs of hot chocolate were sitting on the table, and everyone was alive. Granted, Noburi was in hospital with Akane watching over him, Naruto had gone home for badly-needed "private time", and Kagome was upstairs beating himself up, but you couldn't have everything. Yes, Hazō decided, a few hours of determined denial would do him a world of good.
"Thank you for your hospitality," Dr Yakushi said with a neutral smile, settling down in one of the room's softer armchairs. "You know, I definitely think the warm colour scheme brings out the best in this room. Orochimaru-sensei's cooler tones were pleasing to the eye, but in the end, a place for entertaining guests should be welcoming above all else. Not that guests were his first priority, of course."
"Orochimaru-sensei?" Hazō repeated with puzzlement and a strange touch of alarm.
"Of course. An interest in esoteric research does not arise through spontaneous generation. Just as the Fifth had the Fourth as an apprentice, and Lady Tsunade chose that Shizune woman, Orochimaru-sensei also needed a reliable, open-minded lab assistant." Dr Yakushi said, his gaze drifting down wistfully. "The best days of my life, until that unfortunate… disagreement he had with the Leaf authorities.
"Now, while I appreciate your invitation, I can't stay long. Between assisting Lady Tsunade in treating the presently injured, sorting through my paperwork in order to find Form 133(b) before the director's patience runs out, summoning training, making sure a certain experiment has not overheated and ruined a week's worth of research, equipment maintenance, and reviewing security protocols, it is a miracle I have time to spare to rescue Noburi's love life, much less respond to your invitation."
"To do
what?!"
"There's no immediate danger to his life, but I gather young women do not look kindly upon a permanently disfigured countenance. In a certain sense, his situation may be worse than Akane's was."
Hazō felt a chill pass through him. He'd been the one to suggest the trip to the Basement. He'd been the one to invite Noburi to come along.
"I am not overly concerned, however. We still have access to Lady Tsunade, after all."
Hazō concealed a sigh of relief.
"Next time, however, " Dr Yakushi said in the coolest voice Hazō had ever heard from him, looking at Hazō over the top of his glasses, "bring him directly to the hospital after a serious injury. Apprentices are not as easily replaceable as people think.
"Now, may I ask the purpose of this invitation?"
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"Inviting Dr Yakushi would be a terrible idea," Mari said firmly. "The man's a snake."
Hazō recalled his few encounters with the man. The more he considered, the less he could imagine Yakushi Kabuto having anything remotely snake-like about him.
"Why do you say that?" he asked sceptically.
"He's friendly, patient, tolerant, helpful, and… very forgiving," Mari said.
"And this is your argument
against asking him to join the clan?"
"He doesn't have any visible flaws," Mari said patiently, as if explaining to a ten-year-old why it was important to slit a throat so the blood sprayed
away from you, "and he's a jōnin."
Hazō stopped dead in its mental tracks. His mind brought up a random sampling of the jōnin he knew. Maito Gai. Nara Shikaku. Mari herself.
Mori Ami.
"Noburi and Akane both vouch for him," he ventured with a touch of desperation. "They arguably have the most common sense in this clan.
"Oh, no offence, Mari!" he quickly added.
"None displayed."
She tapped a finger against her lips thoughtfully.
"But I suppose there is that saying. He may be a snake, but he'd be our snake. Nobody works against their own clan's interests."
She paused briefly.
"Nobody
reasonable works against their own clan's interests.
"It's always better to be in a clan than out of one, unless the clan is psycho-crazy like the Karatachi, and I think he knows as well as us what happens to those who reveal clan secrets without permission. It just wouldn't be a good trade-off for him to undermine us if he was a Gōketsu. Also, it would keep him out of the hands of the KEI, and I think you'll agree we don't want those two unlabelled reagents mixing in the same bowl."
They weren't going to get over what they'd seen in the Basement in a hurry, were they? Especially the… No, no going down that road. The clan head had to keep it together in the middle of making an important decision. He could process (recall over and over with increasing horror) the experiences in his own room later.
"So you've changed your mind about him?" Hazō asked.
"No," she said. "I still think he's up to something, even if I have no idea what. But halfway through this conversation, I remembered…"
Her expression turned dark. "We need all the competent clan members we can get if we want this clan to survive."
Hazō remembered when he'd last heard that self-hating tone of voice. It hadn't been in the Basement.
"It wasn't your fault!" He exclaimed for the thousandth time. "We all agree that you did the best you possibly could, and we very nearly beat him against all the odds. Without you, for all we know he could have got an absolute majority."
But if he could keep it together long enough to get through the day, then she could too. She was already doing so much better than she had been even a week ago. He had to keep her focused on the present.
"I take your point, though. An extra jōnin would be a major asset even if we put aside the medical stuff. As long as you think it's safe."
"Don't worry," Mari said with the cold finality of a headsman's axe. "This time, I'll protect you."
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"I always suspected," Dr Yakushi admitted. "A man of his calibre could never be satisfied with the paltry equipment we have access to over at the hospital. Then, of course, there were his disagreements with the Hokage regarding ethical oversight. The Third had clear views on the treatment of civilians, even damaged ones. There were also Orochimaru-sensei's comments about past assistants, who all lacked the necessary mental fortitude to reach Level Seven, and instead had to assist with his research in other ways. At the time, I couldn't possibly have known that it was anything other than a personal classification system, but of course after the ANBU reports…"
Seven levels. They'd only managed to get as far as the third, and that was with Naruto for firepower and Kagome for safety.
"Did he say anything else about Level Seven?" Hazō asked.
Dr Yakushi cocked his head. "There was a throwaway comment that stuck with me, about those past apprentices proving themselves unworthy to assist with his research on the nature of life and death. Unfortunately, he did not deem me ready for further discussion on the topic. I would like to think that, if only we'd had more time together… No, never mind.
"Now," he leaned forward, hands tight on the armrests, "how far did you reach? Because if you've truly uncovered the mysteries of Level Seven…"
Hazō shook his head apologetically. "We only made it as far as Three before we... ran into difficulties."
Dr Yakushi leaned back again. "Most unfortunate." He paused. "With regard to your offer… it is very generous, but I must refuse for three reasons.
"First, as you may have noticed, I take pains to remain apolitical. Taking sides would distract terribly from my research, and, more importantly, my current position is effective because I am equally useful to everyone. As such, nobody has a vested interest in reminding the world that I was once apprentice to Leaf's greatest—no, second greatest—
third greatest missing-nin. In any case, I believe you have experienced the implications of that kind of reputation yourselves.
"Second, while your offer of additional funding would have been light shining down from the Deva Path a matter of weeks ago, recent events have led me to believe that Leaf is about to see a massive influx of state investment into medicine. Naturally, after the Battle of Nagi Island, everyone is aware of the importance of understanding Bloodline Limits, bio-sealing, and other uncommon research fields.
"Third, I do not mean to sound mercenary, but where else can you go with all your fascinating samples? Lady Tsunade is about to have a great deal on her plate, and is unlikely to express personal interest in Orochimaru-sensei's research. Leaf's other medic-nin include some truly gifted individuals, but none with my particular specialisation. The Hyūga have far greater medical lore than is publicly assumed, but I doubt you are keen to cooperate with them."
Two thirds of a gloomy silence settled over the room as Hazō weighed his options.
"What about direct access to the Basement? I'm sure that if you were to go down there yourself, you'd be able to extract much more data than we could—data which neither of us has any other way of obtaining."
"True," Dr Yakushi said. "Very true. Of course, unless certain traps have been disarmed beforehand, I would be taking my life in my own hands. No, it would be far more logical for me to explore it
after it has been cleared by competent experts such as yourselves."
"You understand," Mari said, "that anything down there is sensitive material belonging to the Gōketsu Clan. It would be inappropriate, and set a bad precedent, to allow an outsider access to the clan's literally deepest secrets."
Dr Yakushi nodded. "Allow me, then, to present a hypothetical scenario. In this scenario, I approach the Sixth Hokage, and inform him that, under my authority as the Tower's advanced medical research specialist, I have expropriated certain rare study materials from the Gōketsu Clan. The Sixth is doubtless a man worthy of great respect, but he is untrained in alchemy, humorism, miasma theory, or any other cutting-edge spheres of medicine. How do you suppose he would react upon being presented with a catalogue of research items described using the proper terminology of the field?"
While Hazō's mind was still stuck on the image of a cutting-edge sphere of medicine, Mari smirked. "He would gaze at it blankly for a few seconds, then fob the whole deal off onto the nearest qualified professional, together with a big chunk of that funding he promised—what with Tsunade being right around the corner—and a private commendation for getting one over on those upstart foreigners."
"Quite. Without input from the Tower, or from my superiors, who would not touch Orochimaru-sensei's legacy with a ten-foot pole, it is of course my prerogative to assign clearance levels for the relevant research, as well as to select staff to assist me on the project. Such as, for example, my dear apprentice."
He may be a snake, but he'd be our snake, Hazō thought to himself.
"I'm not letting that one implication slip past me," Mari commented. "You're tricking the Hokage into agreeing that you have formal authority to seize clan property."
"Why, am I?" Dr Yakushi smiled. "Certainly, in our hypothetical scenario I would be expropriating said materials, albeit with permission. And certainly, I am the Tower's advanced medical research specialist—Lady Tsunade has no interest in assuming that title—and would be expropriating them in said capacity, as opposed to as a private individual. I see nothing underhanded about reporting to the Hokage accordingly.
"Needless to say," Dr Yakushi added, "the speed of my research is of necessity dependent on how much time I must spend on other issues, such as pursuing further funding—ten million ryo per year, was it?—and personal training as a ninja, such as might be facilitated by useful ninjutsu and seals. Indeed, it could be accelerated by a variety of other forms of assistance, of which those mentioned in the course of this very conversation are noteworthy, though not exclusive, examples. Alas, such are the constraints placed on Leaf's sole expert in given fields of study.
"Now, I believe it is time for me to return to my duties. Do contact me with your decision with due haste. Certain materials can be terribly dangerous if improperly handled."
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