"Good. I do think we should work with him." He raised his hands to interrupt the frenzied interruptions. "Hang on, hear me out! I think we should work with him, very carefully, because his research is undeniably useful, and there are some areas of overlap in what he wants and what we want. He's looking for fast regeneration, agelessness, immortality, defense, that sort of thing. All of that would be very useful to us, both personally and as part of our Uplift project."
"Uh, dude, you realize he's psychotic and torture-crazy, right?"
Hazō shrugged. "Yeah, he's definitely a few knots short of a tie, but you have to admit that his work is impressive."
Glances were exchanged.
"Hazō," Keiko said carefully. "I am concerned that you have had multiple instances of head trauma recently and it is possible that the effects are starting to show."
"Yeah, do you remember what was in that basement?" Noburi demanded. "Seriously, the guy on the table...that was messed up."
"Don't forget the 'turn you into a cannibal' seal," Naruto added. "I spent weeks being tortured and starved by Akatsuki and that seal was still the most messed-up thing I've ever felt."
"You didn't feel it," Hazō pointed out. "It was Naruto Pepperoni, and you didn't get his memories back."
Naruto looked at him as though he were an idiot. "I watched someone who looked and talked exactly like me clearly want to eat my friends—or, at least, you guys." He stuck out his tongue, swivelling to direct the insult to everyone equally. "Even if I don't remember it first-person, it was still all kinds of messed up."
Hazō nodded, raising a hand in surrender. "Okay, fair. Still, working with him is the only way we're going to be able to exert any kind of moderating influence, or—"
"Moderating influence?!" Noburi yelped. "Dude, are you out of your fucking mind? He's not going to listen to a damn word anyone says. Why should he? Who's going to stop him? Tsunade's all fucked up and may not even be in town, Naruto's fucked up and not good enough—no offense, man—"
"Some taken."
Noburi brushed the issue aside with an apologetically dismissive wave. (It was a gesture that contained multitudes.) "Look, you're really good, but he's better and you know it. He's three times your age; he's had more time to study and practice, to think up tricks and learn stuff. His entire focus is on survival; you heard what Captain Minori said about the Battle of the Gods. Orochimaru got cut in fucking half and didn't even really notice."
"He did get killed at the last," Keiko noted. She paused. "Probably. It seems likely that he was in fact killed and then resurrected with the rest of Akatsuki."
"Are you sure?" Noburi demanded. "Because I'm not. Captain Minori said that seven figures got resurrected and walked off. Uchiha, Hoshigake, Hidan, Deidara, Sasori, Konan, Kakuzu. Notice the absence of the name 'Orochimaru'? Odds on that he came back to life on his own after the battle."
"He could have reverse-summoned himself before being killed," Akane put in, her voice containing a notable absence of youthful certainty.
"Sure," Noburi said. "Doesn't sound like it, though. There were a bunch of snakes still crawling across the field until they got blown up. They were either some weird form of body shifting, or they were a chakra construct like clones, or they were summons from the Seventh Path. In those last two cases, wouldn't they have popped when their creator left this Path? Because it sounds to me like those snakes were Orochimaru, they got killed, and he came back to life after everyone else had left the island."
"Regardless," Hazō said loudly. "We still need to work with him. If nothing else, we want to keep one eye on his research. If he's working on some kind of paralysis-plague, wouldn't it be better to know before he releases it?"
Uncomfortable silence reigned.
Mari sighed in defeat. "I suppose," she said. "For the record, I have done a classified but very high number of seduction missions, too many of which required me to get into the bed of someone that I found personally revolting. I have had guys want me to act like a little girl, or tell me to take a very cold bath and then lie still. I have had men call me every filthy name you can imagine while they were pounding into me. I have pretended to be enthusiastic about a lot of disturbingly weird stuff, because that was the mission. I have never in my life felt so unclean, so utterly degraded and objectified, as when Orochimaru casually studied me for five seconds while I was mopping up his office. After we finish here I am going to take a bath and scrub off three layers of skin so I can hopefully feel clean again." She shuddered. "He never glanced at my tits or my ass, and I'm confident he wasn't thinking about fucking me; I can't even make my brain picture what he might have been imagining, because I start to shake every time I do." She slammed back the mug of mostly-cooled sake that had been sitting untouched in front of her, then pulled a hot bottle out of a storage seal and poured most of it down her throat in one go. She set the bottle down carefully and lay her hand casually back in her lap.
Hazō swallowed a lump of fear/anger/guilt/something at the slight tremor in Mari's fingers that she had not managed to conceal in time.