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Scarlet Justice - ep. 124
"Provocation"
[Days of Thunder: Chapter of Spiral Fox, Part 2]
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Two days have passed. It's the middle of the week by now, and should be a good time to get some errands done. The heat wave that Fio predicted has arrived, and as such it is quite a bit warmer than usual. That hasn't stopped the village from moving, however - the unusually high heat is seen as just a minor inconvenience when compared to what we've been experiencing, so most are willing to bear with it and continue with their warm season projects.
As for me, I have an important meeting. Whether the other party has time in their schedule for it is irrelevant. I will make it so.
"Fio, darling. I'm heading out now."
"Got it!"
"I would like your opinion on today's outfit before I leave."
Her head pops up from behind the couch, before she leans over the back to look at me. The outfit in question is meant to capture the flourish of summer while drawing on my status as an influential upper class woman. And so, I am properly clad in silk from head to toe. A dazzling light blue shirt, pink shawl with floral prints, and a wrap skirt in the same colour to cover my lower half.
"You look like you jumped straight out of a magazine."
"You carry on too much."
"I'm super serious. You look amazing, Lili."
"Thank you kindly. You know, I did think the exact same thing when I saw Ane-ue the first time," I say as I apply my lip gloss.
"Yeah." She sighs. "Man, does she have a body on her. I was too drawn in to even get jealous."
"Right?" I put on my sunglasses and shake out my hair. "Well, it's time to get moving. I have some serious business to take care of..."
"Be careful. Don't chop the old man up too fine."
"No guarantees," I say ominously.
"Ah, well. Here," Fio says as she hops over the couch. "Have some positive energy for the road."
She hugs me tightly and I squeeze back. Fio's hugs are just the best. They remind me so much of Midori and Luna.
"Thank you, darling. Take care, and I will be back soon enough."
"I'll order in lunch for us. Feeling like spicy chicken today."
"Lovely." I pat her head before starting off in my wooden sandals. As soon as I open the door, I get a taste of how hot it is outside. But we serpents are built well enough to deal with a little heat.
Many of the village's inhabitants are taking it easy, resting with cool drinks and snacks in hand. Some are manually fanning themselves, while others break out small electric fans with their spinning plastic blades. In any case, the vendors around here are fattening their pockets swiftly, and their fortunes won't be souring too soon.
Hm. I probably could get a nice tan if I lounged on the roof a while, couldn't I...
"Hey, Red! Fancy seeing you out today! Looking luxurious, too."
"Miss Inuzuka. A pleasure, as always," I say to Tsume as she approaches. Today she has slightly less layers on, wearing a black tank-top that shows off her muscular arms. Kuromaru is with her again, and I rub behind his ear gently as greeting. "I take it you have a grievance with me for the events of last week."
"You'd be wrong about that. Kiba wasn't talking much about what happened, but I got the story straight from the Hyuuga wonder boy himself."
"Neji came to visit you. Interesting."
"And apologize. Hana was her usual self, all pouty that her little baby brother got hurt." She snorts and rolls her eyes. "Seriously, that kid...anyways, he was all patched up when we got him back and found out what happened, so it wasn't a big deal. You, on the other hand...just a bit scarier than I imagined. Just a tiny bit."
"That much, then."
"Whipping five practically chuunin-level boys is one thing, but five clan kids? And all at once? Information's getting out a bit slowly because of the heat, but the rank and file are already gossiping like crazy about it. Shikaku was apparently too shocked to make one of his sassy jokes or anything like that. Kakashi was all casual about it, though. Guess that's average for geniuses like you."
"Perhaps so," I say.
"Reaction overall is...ah, kind of mixed?"
"There are many who now fear your overwhelming strength," Kuromaru says. "You should expect to meet a few more forms of resistance as you progress through the ranks, and foreign nations learn the extent of your powers."
"I expected as much. It seems I was right to become proactive at this juncture."
"What might you mean?"
"I am going to advance to the highest plane in this land, one day soon. I have told several of my most trusted comrades already, so of course you should be in that number. The position of Hokage...with my strength, it will be one that can change the world at large. A proper revolution...that is my ultimate goal."
"Ambitious," Kuromaru says with a nod.
"No kidding. Well, the answer's obvious for us," Tsume says with one hand on her hip. "Where you lead, I'll follow, Miss Scarlet Viper."
"Agreed. I believe the Inuzuka as a whole will be available to you. Especially now that you have the favour of the great Inugami Clan."
"Yes. The favour of the Luminous Black Wolf herself...it is a blessing not easily forgotten. I will be sure to do well by you all. Even Kiba, troublemaker that he is." I move some of my hair backwards behind my ear. "If I might ask, what are you two doing out in this weather? I figured those of the canine variety would be avoiding strenuous work today."
"We came back from a short errand to see the old man. Just a report or two, no big deal," Tsume says. "What about you, Red?"
"There were a few tasks for the day. For one, I was going to procure several facsimiles of my darling sister's photographs for distribution."
"Photos, eh. Of your sister? Thought you would have a few of her by now."
"Ah, that's right. Not many know at this point. Here," I say as I search my purse for the envelope. "Her name is Rose, and she's the newest addition to our little family." I take out a few photos and hand them to Tsume.
"Oh, wow! Look at that...cute little rascal, ain't she?"
"A human infant...she does look zealous, even for one of her age," Kuromaru says as he peers at the photos.
"Definitely a family resemblance. So...this one's your sister by blood, then?"
"Yes, that's correct," I say.
"Congrats to you and your mom. I know that you were pretty sour about your old man...but at least he did something positive on his way out, I guess."
"Yes. Those of the heavenly host do have a sense of humour at times."
"Don't they ever."
"There is also something else I mean to take care of," I say gravely to Tsume.
"What is it?"
"I am going to confront Jiraiya about his behaviour."
"Hm..."
"The Toad Sage...Scarlet Viper, while you do carry strength and status as an elite in this village, you must be careful. Politics in the Leaf, much like any large shinobi village, have a rough undercurrent that can wash you away in an instant," Kuromaru says. "Even if he is content to see you as less than a threat, there are others who will become agitated if they discover your plans."
"Of that much I am aware, sir. The consequences of recklessly charging in against those with power and influence in this village are more than dire...it is why I could let Hiashi Hyuuga off without so much as a word. To his credit, though...he has changed substantially. He has cast of the shackles of guilt and self-hatred, showing love towards his children and slowly starting to change the ways of his clan. I resent him for many things, but I respect his desire to change. It is a similar situation with Haha-ue, who once saw me as a nuisance. Now, as much of a hedonist as she still is, she treats me like a fellow queen, and is eager to better herself and make up for past mistakes. And of course, I couldn't end up resenting someone so shamelessly sincere in the end."
"Did King Pervert do something to cross you?" Tsume asks.
"He agitated my Naruto to the point where his comrades were worried about him. And Hina, she was so far out of her element that she felt forced to call on me for help," I say. "But the most reckless and infuriating thing was leaking classified information about Sasuke to Naruto. As if he could use it as some sort of motivational tool. Tsume. You and Kuromaru both know how hard I worked and how much I went through to bring that boy home, alive, after he betrayed the village. I will not have some doddering old man undo all of my efforts for the sake of a fucking training boost for his nephew."
"Shit. It's like that, then..." She lets out a breath and nods. "Have at him. You're right, you've worked too damn hard to let someone piss all of that effort away on a whim. You think you'll need backup?"
"I will be fine on my own, Tsume. Thank you, you really are a sweetheart."
She smiles. "I do my best. I'll let you get to your work, then. Just...be careful, alright?"
"Yes. Take care, both of you." As nice as it would be to have another woman by my side...I can't go and get Tsume caught up in things like this. I am well aware of the implications, of the subtle political currents when it comes to things like this. How it could tear apart my reputation in a blink if anyone were to find out. After all, this isn't just a talk. This is an elite kunoichi of two or so years, rushing into a verbal spar with a half-century old legendary shinobi, student of the greatest living Kage, mentor to the now deceased saviour of the Hidden Leaf. Tsunade's teammate and friend. Naruto's godfather.
A hero of the village.
"..."
But I have never shied away from playing the villain.
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"We'll have your photos ready in three days."
I nod and hand the young woman behind the counter one of my business cards. She takes it and bows politely. Shino recommended this photo shop, and it is quite lovely. Air conditioned, too.
"Thank you kindly. Please call if you come upon any issues. I am in no rush and have no intention of causing you distress."
"We will keep you informed, ma'am. Thank you for your generous patronage."
"You're quite welcome." I put on my sunglasses. "A pleasant day to you."
She nods and bows again as I head out. All told, that should come out to about five hundred photographs total, in various sizes. A few for the wallet, some that will be framed, many that I will have to hand out later as I gush about my precious baby sister...ah, I miss her so much. But I know that we will be together again soon enough. I hope Mama and Touka are doing well with her. Maybe a call later on, just to hear her voice...
"..."
But for now, I have to focus. It's time to get to work.
I remember Jiraiya's chakra signature from the few times we've been in close contact. A large chakra, like Naruto's. Strong and refined from years of training and combat. More than enough to stand out to any sensor if not suppressed. And since he's been confirmed to be in the village, it shouldn't be so...with one obvious and unsavoury exception.
He really is trash, as Tsunade tells me during her tipsier moods.
I flick my tongue out and go through my memories to figure which direction he might be in. Not terribly far...ah, I know this area. Kurenai and I have gone to a particular place many times before for lunch dates. She's not around from what I can tell, but my target is.
"Shushu-ya."
I stop a moment to confirm I have the right place. Yes, this is it. A large, yet cozy restaurant with a bar inside. Famous for its house-made brand of sake and absolutely delicious yakitori. It's grilled with the highest quality charcoal, seasoned and dressed, then served on a large plate. It would be lovely to have a bite right now, but...there are pressing matters to attend to. I step inside and walk past the restaurant's many wooden booths towards the bar. It has several stools in front of it, and behind the counter is a formidable wall of alcohols that seem to be from every corner of the planet.
The man of the hour is occupying one of these bar stools, a bottle of sake next to him. Unruly white hair, long enough to be tied into a tail that goes down his back. Bright and flamboyant clothing, from the red vest and vintage hand guards to the wooden geta on his feet. And of course, that uniquely branded protector on his forehead, marked with the character for oil and with two small horns jutting out of it.
A cursory sniff at the air tells me that he's just about done with his initial bottle, and will certainly be ordering more in a moment. He's not drunk quite yet. That's one reason my timing is good. The other is that he's harassing a woman next to him with short, dark hair, who clearly wants out but doesn't know how. She's one of my kouhai, isn't she? I don't recall her name at the moment, but I can make use of our difference in rank...
"I should be better with names...well. Time to get started."
I give my sunglasses a light tap to reset them, and then start my walk towards the two. The woman casts a quick glance towards me, and I clear my throat to lock her attention in.
"Good day to you both. I am quite sorry to interrupt, but I do believe my junior here has something to tend to. Something that she should have tended to a day ago, I believe?" I tap my foot twice to signal annoyance.
"Huh?" Jiraiya is slow to catch on, completely nonplussed. As expected.
"Oh, yes!" My kouhai quickly picks up on my play and nods vigorously, sliding down from the stool. "I'm so, so sorry! Captain Kobayashi, is there still time?"
"Very much so. I understand that this might be your day off, but I would like for your work to be completed as soon as possible. I would rather not have a lieutenant's work added to my own," i say sternly.
"Ma'am! My apologies, ma'am. I'll get everything done right away."
"Good. Be on your way." I pull down my glasses briefly to give her a quick wink.
"Yes, ma'am." She nods and mouths out a thank you before leaving, purse clutched tightly against her chest. Now it's just me and the old man.
There's a slow churning of my blood...a rising heat inside of me that I know I need to control. Everything from the past few days is coming back into my memory. I have a feeling that this talk is going to get unpleasant quickly.
"I doubt you came out all this way to chastise a subordinate." Jiraiya knocks back a cup of sake and pours another from the nearby bottle. The dim lights above us create soft shadows, and faint reflections in the counter's polished wood.
"I was on the road earlier, taking care of a few other things. But your perception is correct, I did not come here by chance. I came to see you."
"Hell of a way to do it," he says, annoyed. "I'm sure whatever work you had for my companion could have waited."
"That's quite the assumption on your part," I quip as I get onto the empty stool beside him.
"I guess I'm also right to assume that you won't be drinking any alcohol?"
"You catch on quickly. Ossan, good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, ma'am. Nice to see you again," the dandy gentleman says with a nod. His curled moustache is something he takes care of very well, and it is quite dazzling. He is also quite the barkeep, and an absolute gentleman. If only more of his type were in this world.
"I trust you are in good health today?"
"Yes, ma'am. Did you want your usual? It's hot outside," he says as he polishes a glass.
"If you could spare a moment, I would like that."
"Alright. It'll be a bit, did you want anything else while you waited?"
"No, no. I will be fine for now. Please do not rush or spare any quality...there are certain things that I need to discuss with this patron here."
"Yes, ma'am. A moment, then."
"Many thanks." I remove my sunglasses and set them on the bar counter. Jiraiya continues to drink away, and I focus on the bottles lining the back wall. I can actually read several of those foreign languages, now that I have a better view...hm. Perhaps I should study the unknown ones in my free time, once I move up a rank or two. There is a lovely language from the western part of the world that is delightfully romantic sounding.
"Patron...heh, that's a good one. So...what's your worry, little princess? Need some advice? Or did you just long to see me?" he asks in a dry tone.
"I could make you guess as to why I'm here, but I'm not in a particularly playful mood at this hour. So we will cut to the chase: you are going to tell me what has been going on with Naruto lately."
He shrugs his large shoulders. "Nothing to tell. Kid's been pouring himself into training recently. Making some good strides, too. We actually tested something neat the other day-"
"You mean with the Nine Tails' chakra," I interrupt.
"..." He doesn't move, but I can tell he's tense. "And where did you get that information?"
"My own brain. I am a sensor type shinobi, or did that slip you somehow?"
"Hmph."
"I don't know exactly what it was you did, but I know that it has made him more aggressive."
"You saw him?"
"We had a meeting a few days ago."
"Heh. So is that why you're here? He get a little frisky on you?" Jiraiya chuckles and lifts his cup.
"This is no joking matter, and I hope you don't mean to play coy the entire time," I say firmly. "Please be serious. I have sought you out for a reason, Lord Jiraiya."
"Listen, kid. I really don't have to answer to you for any reason. Naruto is my charge, and this is part of my training regimen. If you know about the power inside of him, he has to get control of it. I'm just testing a few things out, and they won't hurt him. It's none of your business, alright?"
I turn myself to face him squarely as he sips at his sake. "You are gravely mistaken, Jiraiya."
"Got a mouth on you, too. You're more like Midori than I thought."
"Hinata came to me, confused and upset at what was happening. That so called small bout of aggressiveness you were speaking of? It was starting to affect her relationship with him. It was even making that Sakura upset."
"Girl problems are normal. It happens, no need to freak out."
"Girl problems. And what would someone like you know about any of that?" I ask.
"It's. Nothing. Goddammit, I don't know what the hell you're getting hysterical about." He pours out the last bit of his sake and signals for another bottle. "Listen, I'll explain it real slow for you."
"Jiraiya. Do not-"
"Ah, ah. Easy. Look, he's psyched up because of the fox chakra and the new training regimen. That's all it is," he says with a languid tone. "Let him cool off, and in a few days, it'll be like nothing happened. Simple. Is that all you've got? Because I gotta be honest, I'm not interested in teenage drama-"
"You hurt my loved one. You made him upset, and almost made him think that I was betraying him. That I was hiding things on purpose. Don't fuck around with me," I growl. "You know exactly how deep this goes, and you know for a fact that things have been getting bad."
"I suggest you watch your tone, kid."
I don't have any nerve left. Fuck this.
"Go ahead and make me."
"Excuse me?" he says as he swivels his head.
"Go ahead and fucking make me," I repeat. "A small man like you doesn't get to order me around."
"Listen here, and listen good," he snarls as he makes a full turn to face me. He leans over, making an attempt to intimidate me with his stature, his face slightly flushed from the sake binge. "It doesn't matter how high your rank is, or that you're a rich girl, or that you're the Hokage's pet student. You've got some goddamn nerve coming here and talking to me like I'm some jackass off the street. Learn your place, you snot-nosed little bitch."
"..."
He pulls back, but not without leaking some of his murderous aura towards me. "Now I suggest you get out of here. Because the next thing I'll do is put you over my knee and embarrass you in front of everyone here."
I laugh at him, and he stares back in confusion.
"Aha...so it seems like I struck a nerve earlier. Perhaps you're a small man in more ways than I once thought."
"I told you-"
"Ma'am. Your drink is ready."
"Ah. Thank you, ossan." I sip at my strawberry flavoured beverage and nod. Delicious as always. "Impeccable. Fine work again. If I need another round, I will call."
"Of course. Is...everything okay?"
"Very much fine. The..." I pause and give Jiraiya a haughty look. "Lord...Jiraiya and I are merely having a heated discussion of sorts. About things near and dear to our hearts."
"..."
"He felt that I went too far with a certain comment. Please forgive his outburst, as it has been quite a time for him lately. I don't believe he would be here indulging himself so heavily otherwise."
"Understood." The older man bows and takes away Jiraiya's empty sake bottle, going to tend to other patrons. Bless him for keeping an eye out, but I won't need help to deal with this lout.
"I could end you in a million different ways right now. Perhaps I don't have the exact same social status as you enjoy, but you've made a grave mistake if you think my fangs aren't filled with venom," I say menacingly. "Your insults are cute, and they're meaningless."
"Don't test me, brat. None of our mutual connections prevents me from putting you in your place."
I take another sip of my drink. "Mm. Delicious. Yes, we should get to the real reason that I'm done with you and your bullshit. You were the one that told Naruto about Sasuke's situation."
"And what?"
"That wasn't supposed to be an open secret, you understand. Why did you do it?" I ask calmly. "That entire plan wasn't something I did for the fun of it. It was meant to protect Sasuke from his own foolish ambition, and the machinations of Danzo Shimura with his organization ROOT."
"The Hokage told me as a high level operative. Be as mad as you want about it, I'm entitled to that information."
"And he trusted you to keep it close to your chest," I counter. "But since you want to play guardian, you blurted it out to your apprentice, hoping that it would further fuel his desire to become strong. It's little wonder that you're so compatible. He's just like you, and you haven't aged a day past fourteen. You see yourself in him, and he's certainly exhibiting reckless traits. So why did you do it? Why would you tell him such a thing, stripping it of necessary context and knowing that he would be intensely disturbed because of it?"
"A little motivation never hurts. Every great shinobi has a rival to keep them on their toes. He's wanted to fight Sasuke for a long time, and you kind of robbed him of that chance..."
"If it had been him on that mission, you wouldn't have a godson left to train. Sasuke would have disappeared, and the other shinobi on that mission, whoever they might have been, would be all lying in graves at this moment. I robbed him of a fight with his supposed best friend, who would have killed him for the sake of power. I wonder if you listen to yourself."
He grunts and knocks back another cup of sake. "I wanted him to go as far as he could. Telling him that his rival was getting training from the best was a good way of doing that. And it's worked. He's going at it harder than ever. Why wouldn't you be happy for his growth?"
"Because it's ruining his relationships in the process," I say. "Do you understand what you're doing?"
"What's necessary. He was left that power for a reason by the Fourth Hokage."
"His father," I say quietly.
"And who told you that?" he asks.
"Nobody. I used my brain again. I've had it figured out ever since we left the Shinobi Academy. I know that there is a reason for his power, why it was left in his hands. But that doesn't mean he has to go full throttle using it, risking the chance of being completely consumed by a violent, hateful force."
There's also something else. When I...looked at him, with those eyes. There was a distant shadow that I couldn't make out well. It wasn't like the ethereal flames representing the spirit, it was something else entirely. Even Fubuki doesn't understand the meaning. I can't talk about it with anyone here yet...but I will find out what it means.
"He's aggressive, spoiling for action. Give the kid what he wants."
I blink a few times. "What?"
"You have to fight him now. It's simple enough, I think." He sips from his cup. "Kakashi has been telling me that he's been antagonizing Sasuke. Sasuke, he obviously doesn't know that his secret has been revealed. But he's pushing back a bit. And Sakura, poor girl...she's trying to keep them apart, but eventually..."
"So you're saying that because of your buffoonery, Naruto needs a proper outlet. Training and working out aren't enough. And that extra chakra you've exposed him to isn't helping matters."
"It's not my fault that he heard about what you did, beating up on five kids at once. I mean, I don't really believe that's the whole story, but I didn't expect something like that to come up at all. It probably pushed him over the edge, along with everything else."
This is a fine mess he's created. And he's relaxed, as if it's no big deal. Or perhaps he's intoxicated by now. I really can't tell.
"If he and Sasuke fight - and given enough time, they will - then it'll be real bad for the other kid. I hear he's not fully recovered yet, but he's not one to back down from reckless stuff, as you know well. So..."
"You are supremely irresponsible," I say.
"Not the first time I've heard that. Won't be the last, either."
"Why didn't you tell him the reasons that Sasuke was going to train with Lord Hokage? You should have at least sat him down to explain properly."
"I didn't get to. Kid was hyped up and uninterested."
I shake my head. "Fucking unbelievable. You really are trash, Jiraiya."
"You really have a foul little mouth. I told you once already, don't get saucy with me."
"All of this coming from history's strongest man-child. It's almost adorable on your end." I sip at my drink again and let out a frustrated sigh.
So it's come down to this. More fighting. One of the few things this moron has identified correctly is the tension of the entire situation. Naruto is getting continually agitated, and it might be so even after our earlier talk. The interactions between members of Team Seven are abbreviated, but they do happen. And with each meeting, there is a chance that things could suddenly escalate out of control. The two would fight. And Sasuke, idiot trash that he is, wouldn't turn down any sort of challenge, even if he is in a weakened state. But the physical beating would be the absolute least of my problems. If he shatters while in this state, we all know where he would land.
ROOT.
Perhaps I am being paranoid. Maybe Sasuke won't go that far from the start. Maybe he'll just brood a long while, maybe he'll get back on his feet the next day and shrug everything off. Maybe nothing will happen.
But we left it to chance that he would resist Orochimaru's curse. And where did that lead us? Here. Right here. We are not going to roll the dice more than necessary. A chance that he could fall into the hands of Danzo Shimura is a chance too big to take.
My only choice is to indulge Naruto's violent urges. He needs an outlet. And my promise to be there for him was never limited to emotional support. We will fight. Many things depend on it.
I let out a breath. "Set it up, then."
"Set what up? A fight? Why would I do that much work? I'm not the one wetting my panties about the entire thing. I have a lot of things to do around here, so I don't have time to set up play dates," Jiraiya says.
"Play date. Is that what you would call it..."
"Well, that and I don't want to see your ugly crying after you get whipped by the kid. Jounin or otherwise, you wouldn't last an entire minute if he comes at you full force. I've got the scars to prove it."
"You cannot be serious," I say, incredulous. "Do you know who I am?"
"A prissy little bitch too big for her training bra. Yes, I know who you are. You're Midori's little sister, who did well enough in a support role during the invasion, beat up a bunch of scrub kids, and punched a genin out in the middle of nowhere." He drinks down his sake and refills the cup. "I don't know what the old man was thinking, letting someone as arrogant as you rise through the ranks so quickly. All that power's gone to your pretty little head, and now you think you can talk to anyone you want however you want. You have a little respect, but so does every other half-decent jounin in this village. You're a big-headed, spoiled little brat who thinks the world is going to be handed to her on a platter. You think you're better than everyone else. That's the same trap he fell into."
"What is it, then," I say with an inconsiderate tone. "You think I'm going to end up like Orochimaru? You know how to push my buttons at least, you useless fucking reprobate."
"You-"
"You don't know who the fuck I am," I snap at him. "You don't know anything about me, Jiraiya. A brat? A spoiled princess? Fuck you. Fuck you and your useless, petty psychoanalysis. Orochimaru? You think that I am going to end up like him? Nothing you've said is true. I have come up against everything that he has and more. I have persevered, I have gained power through bettering myself, I have reached a higher level of existence, and I didn't have to do any of the disgusting things that he did. I am better than him in every single way, and the only thing that connects us, by the thinnest of threads, is our affinity for serpents."
I could stop there. Perhaps I should.
But I won't. Crossing me, insulting me, threatening me most of all. I won't stand for it. I will drive this sword that is my tongue into his chest. Drunk or not, he's earned this. This is what he has been asking for from the start.
"But I know what really has you bitter...Jiraiya."
He turns his head, one eye poking through the shadow over his face. The sake cup comes down on the counter harshly. I feel his murderous flow wrapping around me, bleeding out to where the old bartender and other patrons can feel the energy spiking through the air.
I stare back at him, hot blood moving through me. And my own darkness rushes out to meet his, pushing back, flexing and bending. The glass, the cup, the sake bottle, all vibrating intensely next to us.
"That taste in your mouth...that taste of weakness. I can see it etched onto your pathetic face. You talk down to me, you try to bully me for one simple reason. It's not just that I'm better than you. More than that."
"Stop. Talking."
"I did everything that you could not. I grabbed hold of every dream that you failed to," I say with a cruel smile. "I did everything better. I made more of myself than you ever could, and was humble enough to live in the darkness without praise. Where you failed to give the old man hope, to spur him forward no matter the cost, I rose up and beyond myself to motivate him. Where you could not strike down a comrade in order to save him, I risked myself and chased down someone who hurt me, who even tried to kill me. I gave him hope, a second chance. You boast of your successes, you ride high on your past accolades, but you and I know the truth, Jiraiya. I am the saviour that you wish you could be. I am the person that you will never be."
He trembles with anger, but can say nothing. We both know that I'm right. We both know the truth. The intense pressure between us dies down, and all of the glasses on the counter stop vibrating.
"I am the one who has Midori's affection. I am the one trusted by Lord Sarutobi, as his elegant ace, as his sword of justice. And I am the one who holds the greatest space inside of Naruto's heart. More than you ever could. That was why I came here in the first place, thinking that you understood. But I was foolish to believe such a thing. You could never understand. You were never there for him like I was. I gave him unconditional love when you were absent. And nothing you say can change that."
"..."
I down the rest of my drink and wipe my mouth with a napkin. "That's all I have to say to you. My business is done."
"Yeah, fine. Get out of here."
"If you've resolved to let Naruto and I settle this ourselves, then I warn you not to interfere."
"Stop making empty threats," he says with his hand around the sake bottle.
"Then I will promise to bring you to ruin. How's that?" I toss my hair backwards and put on my sunglasses. "Ossan, I'm off. Thank you for the delicious beverage, and please take care. My apologies for the earlier disturbance."
"Of course, Miss Kobayashi. And there was no trouble caused by you. Hopefully you visit again soon."
"I surely will. Jiraiya...another time." I slip down from the bar stool and shoulder my purse.
"I'm not going to let it lie..."
"..."
"This village and everyone in it is precious to me. And I would give everything to protect this place. It's my home. It always has been."
"And you think that I have no interest in preserving my new home?" I say without looking at him.
"You might have too much of an interest. You might become too attached, too greedy. Thinking that everyone belongs to you, that you have to protect them by any means. What happens when you can't save everyone, no matter what you do or try? What happens when you see someone you loved and cared for die? What if it happens more than once? You'll fall like Orochimaru did. Become someone who starts with a good heart, but has it twisted by this world's horrors...and eventually..."
I think of my mother, who was taken from me...and my father, who I sent away with my own hands.
"That's why I said you don't know a thing about me, Jiraiya. None of that pain is foreign to me...it made me the woman you see in front of you. I have risen beyond it, and I will rise further still. You just watch me."
"I see."
I turn on my heel to face him. "And if you truly want to oppose me...you had better bring everything you have, Toad Sage."
Jiraiya looks at me a moment before returning his gaze to the bottles on the wall. "You can count on it."
"..."
I stroll out of the restaurant and back into the midday sun. It's still as warm as it was this morning.
"Things could have been different. But they aren't. I refuse to have my life ruled by regret. You and everyone else will learn soon enough...I am not afraid to make enemies. And I am not afraid to erase them once they get in my way."
I'll stop and see Naruto at home later today. The sooner that we can organize this little tussle, the better.
"Provocation"
[Days of Thunder: Chapter of Spiral Fox, Part 2]
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Two days have passed. It's the middle of the week by now, and should be a good time to get some errands done. The heat wave that Fio predicted has arrived, and as such it is quite a bit warmer than usual. That hasn't stopped the village from moving, however - the unusually high heat is seen as just a minor inconvenience when compared to what we've been experiencing, so most are willing to bear with it and continue with their warm season projects.
As for me, I have an important meeting. Whether the other party has time in their schedule for it is irrelevant. I will make it so.
"Fio, darling. I'm heading out now."
"Got it!"
"I would like your opinion on today's outfit before I leave."
Her head pops up from behind the couch, before she leans over the back to look at me. The outfit in question is meant to capture the flourish of summer while drawing on my status as an influential upper class woman. And so, I am properly clad in silk from head to toe. A dazzling light blue shirt, pink shawl with floral prints, and a wrap skirt in the same colour to cover my lower half.
"You look like you jumped straight out of a magazine."
"You carry on too much."
"I'm super serious. You look amazing, Lili."
"Thank you kindly. You know, I did think the exact same thing when I saw Ane-ue the first time," I say as I apply my lip gloss.
"Yeah." She sighs. "Man, does she have a body on her. I was too drawn in to even get jealous."
"Right?" I put on my sunglasses and shake out my hair. "Well, it's time to get moving. I have some serious business to take care of..."
"Be careful. Don't chop the old man up too fine."
"No guarantees," I say ominously.
"Ah, well. Here," Fio says as she hops over the couch. "Have some positive energy for the road."
She hugs me tightly and I squeeze back. Fio's hugs are just the best. They remind me so much of Midori and Luna.
"Thank you, darling. Take care, and I will be back soon enough."
"I'll order in lunch for us. Feeling like spicy chicken today."
"Lovely." I pat her head before starting off in my wooden sandals. As soon as I open the door, I get a taste of how hot it is outside. But we serpents are built well enough to deal with a little heat.
Many of the village's inhabitants are taking it easy, resting with cool drinks and snacks in hand. Some are manually fanning themselves, while others break out small electric fans with their spinning plastic blades. In any case, the vendors around here are fattening their pockets swiftly, and their fortunes won't be souring too soon.
Hm. I probably could get a nice tan if I lounged on the roof a while, couldn't I...
"Hey, Red! Fancy seeing you out today! Looking luxurious, too."
"Miss Inuzuka. A pleasure, as always," I say to Tsume as she approaches. Today she has slightly less layers on, wearing a black tank-top that shows off her muscular arms. Kuromaru is with her again, and I rub behind his ear gently as greeting. "I take it you have a grievance with me for the events of last week."
"You'd be wrong about that. Kiba wasn't talking much about what happened, but I got the story straight from the Hyuuga wonder boy himself."
"Neji came to visit you. Interesting."
"And apologize. Hana was her usual self, all pouty that her little baby brother got hurt." She snorts and rolls her eyes. "Seriously, that kid...anyways, he was all patched up when we got him back and found out what happened, so it wasn't a big deal. You, on the other hand...just a bit scarier than I imagined. Just a tiny bit."
"That much, then."
"Whipping five practically chuunin-level boys is one thing, but five clan kids? And all at once? Information's getting out a bit slowly because of the heat, but the rank and file are already gossiping like crazy about it. Shikaku was apparently too shocked to make one of his sassy jokes or anything like that. Kakashi was all casual about it, though. Guess that's average for geniuses like you."
"Perhaps so," I say.
"Reaction overall is...ah, kind of mixed?"
"There are many who now fear your overwhelming strength," Kuromaru says. "You should expect to meet a few more forms of resistance as you progress through the ranks, and foreign nations learn the extent of your powers."
"I expected as much. It seems I was right to become proactive at this juncture."
"What might you mean?"
"I am going to advance to the highest plane in this land, one day soon. I have told several of my most trusted comrades already, so of course you should be in that number. The position of Hokage...with my strength, it will be one that can change the world at large. A proper revolution...that is my ultimate goal."
"Ambitious," Kuromaru says with a nod.
"No kidding. Well, the answer's obvious for us," Tsume says with one hand on her hip. "Where you lead, I'll follow, Miss Scarlet Viper."
"Agreed. I believe the Inuzuka as a whole will be available to you. Especially now that you have the favour of the great Inugami Clan."
"Yes. The favour of the Luminous Black Wolf herself...it is a blessing not easily forgotten. I will be sure to do well by you all. Even Kiba, troublemaker that he is." I move some of my hair backwards behind my ear. "If I might ask, what are you two doing out in this weather? I figured those of the canine variety would be avoiding strenuous work today."
"We came back from a short errand to see the old man. Just a report or two, no big deal," Tsume says. "What about you, Red?"
"There were a few tasks for the day. For one, I was going to procure several facsimiles of my darling sister's photographs for distribution."
"Photos, eh. Of your sister? Thought you would have a few of her by now."
"Ah, that's right. Not many know at this point. Here," I say as I search my purse for the envelope. "Her name is Rose, and she's the newest addition to our little family." I take out a few photos and hand them to Tsume.
"Oh, wow! Look at that...cute little rascal, ain't she?"
"A human infant...she does look zealous, even for one of her age," Kuromaru says as he peers at the photos.
"Definitely a family resemblance. So...this one's your sister by blood, then?"
"Yes, that's correct," I say.
"Congrats to you and your mom. I know that you were pretty sour about your old man...but at least he did something positive on his way out, I guess."
"Yes. Those of the heavenly host do have a sense of humour at times."
"Don't they ever."
"There is also something else I mean to take care of," I say gravely to Tsume.
"What is it?"
"I am going to confront Jiraiya about his behaviour."
"Hm..."
"The Toad Sage...Scarlet Viper, while you do carry strength and status as an elite in this village, you must be careful. Politics in the Leaf, much like any large shinobi village, have a rough undercurrent that can wash you away in an instant," Kuromaru says. "Even if he is content to see you as less than a threat, there are others who will become agitated if they discover your plans."
"Of that much I am aware, sir. The consequences of recklessly charging in against those with power and influence in this village are more than dire...it is why I could let Hiashi Hyuuga off without so much as a word. To his credit, though...he has changed substantially. He has cast of the shackles of guilt and self-hatred, showing love towards his children and slowly starting to change the ways of his clan. I resent him for many things, but I respect his desire to change. It is a similar situation with Haha-ue, who once saw me as a nuisance. Now, as much of a hedonist as she still is, she treats me like a fellow queen, and is eager to better herself and make up for past mistakes. And of course, I couldn't end up resenting someone so shamelessly sincere in the end."
"Did King Pervert do something to cross you?" Tsume asks.
"He agitated my Naruto to the point where his comrades were worried about him. And Hina, she was so far out of her element that she felt forced to call on me for help," I say. "But the most reckless and infuriating thing was leaking classified information about Sasuke to Naruto. As if he could use it as some sort of motivational tool. Tsume. You and Kuromaru both know how hard I worked and how much I went through to bring that boy home, alive, after he betrayed the village. I will not have some doddering old man undo all of my efforts for the sake of a fucking training boost for his nephew."
"Shit. It's like that, then..." She lets out a breath and nods. "Have at him. You're right, you've worked too damn hard to let someone piss all of that effort away on a whim. You think you'll need backup?"
"I will be fine on my own, Tsume. Thank you, you really are a sweetheart."
She smiles. "I do my best. I'll let you get to your work, then. Just...be careful, alright?"
"Yes. Take care, both of you." As nice as it would be to have another woman by my side...I can't go and get Tsume caught up in things like this. I am well aware of the implications, of the subtle political currents when it comes to things like this. How it could tear apart my reputation in a blink if anyone were to find out. After all, this isn't just a talk. This is an elite kunoichi of two or so years, rushing into a verbal spar with a half-century old legendary shinobi, student of the greatest living Kage, mentor to the now deceased saviour of the Hidden Leaf. Tsunade's teammate and friend. Naruto's godfather.
A hero of the village.
"..."
But I have never shied away from playing the villain.
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"We'll have your photos ready in three days."
I nod and hand the young woman behind the counter one of my business cards. She takes it and bows politely. Shino recommended this photo shop, and it is quite lovely. Air conditioned, too.
"Thank you kindly. Please call if you come upon any issues. I am in no rush and have no intention of causing you distress."
"We will keep you informed, ma'am. Thank you for your generous patronage."
"You're quite welcome." I put on my sunglasses. "A pleasant day to you."
She nods and bows again as I head out. All told, that should come out to about five hundred photographs total, in various sizes. A few for the wallet, some that will be framed, many that I will have to hand out later as I gush about my precious baby sister...ah, I miss her so much. But I know that we will be together again soon enough. I hope Mama and Touka are doing well with her. Maybe a call later on, just to hear her voice...
"..."
But for now, I have to focus. It's time to get to work.
I remember Jiraiya's chakra signature from the few times we've been in close contact. A large chakra, like Naruto's. Strong and refined from years of training and combat. More than enough to stand out to any sensor if not suppressed. And since he's been confirmed to be in the village, it shouldn't be so...with one obvious and unsavoury exception.
He really is trash, as Tsunade tells me during her tipsier moods.
I flick my tongue out and go through my memories to figure which direction he might be in. Not terribly far...ah, I know this area. Kurenai and I have gone to a particular place many times before for lunch dates. She's not around from what I can tell, but my target is.
"Shushu-ya."
I stop a moment to confirm I have the right place. Yes, this is it. A large, yet cozy restaurant with a bar inside. Famous for its house-made brand of sake and absolutely delicious yakitori. It's grilled with the highest quality charcoal, seasoned and dressed, then served on a large plate. It would be lovely to have a bite right now, but...there are pressing matters to attend to. I step inside and walk past the restaurant's many wooden booths towards the bar. It has several stools in front of it, and behind the counter is a formidable wall of alcohols that seem to be from every corner of the planet.
The man of the hour is occupying one of these bar stools, a bottle of sake next to him. Unruly white hair, long enough to be tied into a tail that goes down his back. Bright and flamboyant clothing, from the red vest and vintage hand guards to the wooden geta on his feet. And of course, that uniquely branded protector on his forehead, marked with the character for oil and with two small horns jutting out of it.
A cursory sniff at the air tells me that he's just about done with his initial bottle, and will certainly be ordering more in a moment. He's not drunk quite yet. That's one reason my timing is good. The other is that he's harassing a woman next to him with short, dark hair, who clearly wants out but doesn't know how. She's one of my kouhai, isn't she? I don't recall her name at the moment, but I can make use of our difference in rank...
"I should be better with names...well. Time to get started."
I give my sunglasses a light tap to reset them, and then start my walk towards the two. The woman casts a quick glance towards me, and I clear my throat to lock her attention in.
"Good day to you both. I am quite sorry to interrupt, but I do believe my junior here has something to tend to. Something that she should have tended to a day ago, I believe?" I tap my foot twice to signal annoyance.
"Huh?" Jiraiya is slow to catch on, completely nonplussed. As expected.
"Oh, yes!" My kouhai quickly picks up on my play and nods vigorously, sliding down from the stool. "I'm so, so sorry! Captain Kobayashi, is there still time?"
"Very much so. I understand that this might be your day off, but I would like for your work to be completed as soon as possible. I would rather not have a lieutenant's work added to my own," i say sternly.
"Ma'am! My apologies, ma'am. I'll get everything done right away."
"Good. Be on your way." I pull down my glasses briefly to give her a quick wink.
"Yes, ma'am." She nods and mouths out a thank you before leaving, purse clutched tightly against her chest. Now it's just me and the old man.
There's a slow churning of my blood...a rising heat inside of me that I know I need to control. Everything from the past few days is coming back into my memory. I have a feeling that this talk is going to get unpleasant quickly.
"I doubt you came out all this way to chastise a subordinate." Jiraiya knocks back a cup of sake and pours another from the nearby bottle. The dim lights above us create soft shadows, and faint reflections in the counter's polished wood.
"I was on the road earlier, taking care of a few other things. But your perception is correct, I did not come here by chance. I came to see you."
"Hell of a way to do it," he says, annoyed. "I'm sure whatever work you had for my companion could have waited."
"That's quite the assumption on your part," I quip as I get onto the empty stool beside him.
"I guess I'm also right to assume that you won't be drinking any alcohol?"
"You catch on quickly. Ossan, good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, ma'am. Nice to see you again," the dandy gentleman says with a nod. His curled moustache is something he takes care of very well, and it is quite dazzling. He is also quite the barkeep, and an absolute gentleman. If only more of his type were in this world.
"I trust you are in good health today?"
"Yes, ma'am. Did you want your usual? It's hot outside," he says as he polishes a glass.
"If you could spare a moment, I would like that."
"Alright. It'll be a bit, did you want anything else while you waited?"
"No, no. I will be fine for now. Please do not rush or spare any quality...there are certain things that I need to discuss with this patron here."
"Yes, ma'am. A moment, then."
"Many thanks." I remove my sunglasses and set them on the bar counter. Jiraiya continues to drink away, and I focus on the bottles lining the back wall. I can actually read several of those foreign languages, now that I have a better view...hm. Perhaps I should study the unknown ones in my free time, once I move up a rank or two. There is a lovely language from the western part of the world that is delightfully romantic sounding.
"Patron...heh, that's a good one. So...what's your worry, little princess? Need some advice? Or did you just long to see me?" he asks in a dry tone.
"I could make you guess as to why I'm here, but I'm not in a particularly playful mood at this hour. So we will cut to the chase: you are going to tell me what has been going on with Naruto lately."
He shrugs his large shoulders. "Nothing to tell. Kid's been pouring himself into training recently. Making some good strides, too. We actually tested something neat the other day-"
"You mean with the Nine Tails' chakra," I interrupt.
"..." He doesn't move, but I can tell he's tense. "And where did you get that information?"
"My own brain. I am a sensor type shinobi, or did that slip you somehow?"
"Hmph."
"I don't know exactly what it was you did, but I know that it has made him more aggressive."
"You saw him?"
"We had a meeting a few days ago."
"Heh. So is that why you're here? He get a little frisky on you?" Jiraiya chuckles and lifts his cup.
"This is no joking matter, and I hope you don't mean to play coy the entire time," I say firmly. "Please be serious. I have sought you out for a reason, Lord Jiraiya."
"Listen, kid. I really don't have to answer to you for any reason. Naruto is my charge, and this is part of my training regimen. If you know about the power inside of him, he has to get control of it. I'm just testing a few things out, and they won't hurt him. It's none of your business, alright?"
I turn myself to face him squarely as he sips at his sake. "You are gravely mistaken, Jiraiya."
"Got a mouth on you, too. You're more like Midori than I thought."
"Hinata came to me, confused and upset at what was happening. That so called small bout of aggressiveness you were speaking of? It was starting to affect her relationship with him. It was even making that Sakura upset."
"Girl problems are normal. It happens, no need to freak out."
"Girl problems. And what would someone like you know about any of that?" I ask.
"It's. Nothing. Goddammit, I don't know what the hell you're getting hysterical about." He pours out the last bit of his sake and signals for another bottle. "Listen, I'll explain it real slow for you."
"Jiraiya. Do not-"
"Ah, ah. Easy. Look, he's psyched up because of the fox chakra and the new training regimen. That's all it is," he says with a languid tone. "Let him cool off, and in a few days, it'll be like nothing happened. Simple. Is that all you've got? Because I gotta be honest, I'm not interested in teenage drama-"
"You hurt my loved one. You made him upset, and almost made him think that I was betraying him. That I was hiding things on purpose. Don't fuck around with me," I growl. "You know exactly how deep this goes, and you know for a fact that things have been getting bad."
"I suggest you watch your tone, kid."
I don't have any nerve left. Fuck this.
"Go ahead and make me."
"Excuse me?" he says as he swivels his head.
"Go ahead and fucking make me," I repeat. "A small man like you doesn't get to order me around."
"Listen here, and listen good," he snarls as he makes a full turn to face me. He leans over, making an attempt to intimidate me with his stature, his face slightly flushed from the sake binge. "It doesn't matter how high your rank is, or that you're a rich girl, or that you're the Hokage's pet student. You've got some goddamn nerve coming here and talking to me like I'm some jackass off the street. Learn your place, you snot-nosed little bitch."
"..."
He pulls back, but not without leaking some of his murderous aura towards me. "Now I suggest you get out of here. Because the next thing I'll do is put you over my knee and embarrass you in front of everyone here."
I laugh at him, and he stares back in confusion.
"Aha...so it seems like I struck a nerve earlier. Perhaps you're a small man in more ways than I once thought."
"I told you-"
"Ma'am. Your drink is ready."
"Ah. Thank you, ossan." I sip at my strawberry flavoured beverage and nod. Delicious as always. "Impeccable. Fine work again. If I need another round, I will call."
"Of course. Is...everything okay?"
"Very much fine. The..." I pause and give Jiraiya a haughty look. "Lord...Jiraiya and I are merely having a heated discussion of sorts. About things near and dear to our hearts."
"..."
"He felt that I went too far with a certain comment. Please forgive his outburst, as it has been quite a time for him lately. I don't believe he would be here indulging himself so heavily otherwise."
"Understood." The older man bows and takes away Jiraiya's empty sake bottle, going to tend to other patrons. Bless him for keeping an eye out, but I won't need help to deal with this lout.
"I could end you in a million different ways right now. Perhaps I don't have the exact same social status as you enjoy, but you've made a grave mistake if you think my fangs aren't filled with venom," I say menacingly. "Your insults are cute, and they're meaningless."
"Don't test me, brat. None of our mutual connections prevents me from putting you in your place."
I take another sip of my drink. "Mm. Delicious. Yes, we should get to the real reason that I'm done with you and your bullshit. You were the one that told Naruto about Sasuke's situation."
"And what?"
"That wasn't supposed to be an open secret, you understand. Why did you do it?" I ask calmly. "That entire plan wasn't something I did for the fun of it. It was meant to protect Sasuke from his own foolish ambition, and the machinations of Danzo Shimura with his organization ROOT."
"The Hokage told me as a high level operative. Be as mad as you want about it, I'm entitled to that information."
"And he trusted you to keep it close to your chest," I counter. "But since you want to play guardian, you blurted it out to your apprentice, hoping that it would further fuel his desire to become strong. It's little wonder that you're so compatible. He's just like you, and you haven't aged a day past fourteen. You see yourself in him, and he's certainly exhibiting reckless traits. So why did you do it? Why would you tell him such a thing, stripping it of necessary context and knowing that he would be intensely disturbed because of it?"
"A little motivation never hurts. Every great shinobi has a rival to keep them on their toes. He's wanted to fight Sasuke for a long time, and you kind of robbed him of that chance..."
"If it had been him on that mission, you wouldn't have a godson left to train. Sasuke would have disappeared, and the other shinobi on that mission, whoever they might have been, would be all lying in graves at this moment. I robbed him of a fight with his supposed best friend, who would have killed him for the sake of power. I wonder if you listen to yourself."
He grunts and knocks back another cup of sake. "I wanted him to go as far as he could. Telling him that his rival was getting training from the best was a good way of doing that. And it's worked. He's going at it harder than ever. Why wouldn't you be happy for his growth?"
"Because it's ruining his relationships in the process," I say. "Do you understand what you're doing?"
"What's necessary. He was left that power for a reason by the Fourth Hokage."
"His father," I say quietly.
"And who told you that?" he asks.
"Nobody. I used my brain again. I've had it figured out ever since we left the Shinobi Academy. I know that there is a reason for his power, why it was left in his hands. But that doesn't mean he has to go full throttle using it, risking the chance of being completely consumed by a violent, hateful force."
There's also something else. When I...looked at him, with those eyes. There was a distant shadow that I couldn't make out well. It wasn't like the ethereal flames representing the spirit, it was something else entirely. Even Fubuki doesn't understand the meaning. I can't talk about it with anyone here yet...but I will find out what it means.
"He's aggressive, spoiling for action. Give the kid what he wants."
I blink a few times. "What?"
"You have to fight him now. It's simple enough, I think." He sips from his cup. "Kakashi has been telling me that he's been antagonizing Sasuke. Sasuke, he obviously doesn't know that his secret has been revealed. But he's pushing back a bit. And Sakura, poor girl...she's trying to keep them apart, but eventually..."
"So you're saying that because of your buffoonery, Naruto needs a proper outlet. Training and working out aren't enough. And that extra chakra you've exposed him to isn't helping matters."
"It's not my fault that he heard about what you did, beating up on five kids at once. I mean, I don't really believe that's the whole story, but I didn't expect something like that to come up at all. It probably pushed him over the edge, along with everything else."
This is a fine mess he's created. And he's relaxed, as if it's no big deal. Or perhaps he's intoxicated by now. I really can't tell.
"If he and Sasuke fight - and given enough time, they will - then it'll be real bad for the other kid. I hear he's not fully recovered yet, but he's not one to back down from reckless stuff, as you know well. So..."
"You are supremely irresponsible," I say.
"Not the first time I've heard that. Won't be the last, either."
"Why didn't you tell him the reasons that Sasuke was going to train with Lord Hokage? You should have at least sat him down to explain properly."
"I didn't get to. Kid was hyped up and uninterested."
I shake my head. "Fucking unbelievable. You really are trash, Jiraiya."
"You really have a foul little mouth. I told you once already, don't get saucy with me."
"All of this coming from history's strongest man-child. It's almost adorable on your end." I sip at my drink again and let out a frustrated sigh.
So it's come down to this. More fighting. One of the few things this moron has identified correctly is the tension of the entire situation. Naruto is getting continually agitated, and it might be so even after our earlier talk. The interactions between members of Team Seven are abbreviated, but they do happen. And with each meeting, there is a chance that things could suddenly escalate out of control. The two would fight. And Sasuke, idiot trash that he is, wouldn't turn down any sort of challenge, even if he is in a weakened state. But the physical beating would be the absolute least of my problems. If he shatters while in this state, we all know where he would land.
ROOT.
Perhaps I am being paranoid. Maybe Sasuke won't go that far from the start. Maybe he'll just brood a long while, maybe he'll get back on his feet the next day and shrug everything off. Maybe nothing will happen.
But we left it to chance that he would resist Orochimaru's curse. And where did that lead us? Here. Right here. We are not going to roll the dice more than necessary. A chance that he could fall into the hands of Danzo Shimura is a chance too big to take.
My only choice is to indulge Naruto's violent urges. He needs an outlet. And my promise to be there for him was never limited to emotional support. We will fight. Many things depend on it.
I let out a breath. "Set it up, then."
"Set what up? A fight? Why would I do that much work? I'm not the one wetting my panties about the entire thing. I have a lot of things to do around here, so I don't have time to set up play dates," Jiraiya says.
"Play date. Is that what you would call it..."
"Well, that and I don't want to see your ugly crying after you get whipped by the kid. Jounin or otherwise, you wouldn't last an entire minute if he comes at you full force. I've got the scars to prove it."
"You cannot be serious," I say, incredulous. "Do you know who I am?"
"A prissy little bitch too big for her training bra. Yes, I know who you are. You're Midori's little sister, who did well enough in a support role during the invasion, beat up a bunch of scrub kids, and punched a genin out in the middle of nowhere." He drinks down his sake and refills the cup. "I don't know what the old man was thinking, letting someone as arrogant as you rise through the ranks so quickly. All that power's gone to your pretty little head, and now you think you can talk to anyone you want however you want. You have a little respect, but so does every other half-decent jounin in this village. You're a big-headed, spoiled little brat who thinks the world is going to be handed to her on a platter. You think you're better than everyone else. That's the same trap he fell into."
"What is it, then," I say with an inconsiderate tone. "You think I'm going to end up like Orochimaru? You know how to push my buttons at least, you useless fucking reprobate."
"You-"
"You don't know who the fuck I am," I snap at him. "You don't know anything about me, Jiraiya. A brat? A spoiled princess? Fuck you. Fuck you and your useless, petty psychoanalysis. Orochimaru? You think that I am going to end up like him? Nothing you've said is true. I have come up against everything that he has and more. I have persevered, I have gained power through bettering myself, I have reached a higher level of existence, and I didn't have to do any of the disgusting things that he did. I am better than him in every single way, and the only thing that connects us, by the thinnest of threads, is our affinity for serpents."
I could stop there. Perhaps I should.
But I won't. Crossing me, insulting me, threatening me most of all. I won't stand for it. I will drive this sword that is my tongue into his chest. Drunk or not, he's earned this. This is what he has been asking for from the start.
"But I know what really has you bitter...Jiraiya."
He turns his head, one eye poking through the shadow over his face. The sake cup comes down on the counter harshly. I feel his murderous flow wrapping around me, bleeding out to where the old bartender and other patrons can feel the energy spiking through the air.
I stare back at him, hot blood moving through me. And my own darkness rushes out to meet his, pushing back, flexing and bending. The glass, the cup, the sake bottle, all vibrating intensely next to us.
"That taste in your mouth...that taste of weakness. I can see it etched onto your pathetic face. You talk down to me, you try to bully me for one simple reason. It's not just that I'm better than you. More than that."
"Stop. Talking."
"I did everything that you could not. I grabbed hold of every dream that you failed to," I say with a cruel smile. "I did everything better. I made more of myself than you ever could, and was humble enough to live in the darkness without praise. Where you failed to give the old man hope, to spur him forward no matter the cost, I rose up and beyond myself to motivate him. Where you could not strike down a comrade in order to save him, I risked myself and chased down someone who hurt me, who even tried to kill me. I gave him hope, a second chance. You boast of your successes, you ride high on your past accolades, but you and I know the truth, Jiraiya. I am the saviour that you wish you could be. I am the person that you will never be."
He trembles with anger, but can say nothing. We both know that I'm right. We both know the truth. The intense pressure between us dies down, and all of the glasses on the counter stop vibrating.
"I am the one who has Midori's affection. I am the one trusted by Lord Sarutobi, as his elegant ace, as his sword of justice. And I am the one who holds the greatest space inside of Naruto's heart. More than you ever could. That was why I came here in the first place, thinking that you understood. But I was foolish to believe such a thing. You could never understand. You were never there for him like I was. I gave him unconditional love when you were absent. And nothing you say can change that."
"..."
I down the rest of my drink and wipe my mouth with a napkin. "That's all I have to say to you. My business is done."
"Yeah, fine. Get out of here."
"If you've resolved to let Naruto and I settle this ourselves, then I warn you not to interfere."
"Stop making empty threats," he says with his hand around the sake bottle.
"Then I will promise to bring you to ruin. How's that?" I toss my hair backwards and put on my sunglasses. "Ossan, I'm off. Thank you for the delicious beverage, and please take care. My apologies for the earlier disturbance."
"Of course, Miss Kobayashi. And there was no trouble caused by you. Hopefully you visit again soon."
"I surely will. Jiraiya...another time." I slip down from the bar stool and shoulder my purse.
"I'm not going to let it lie..."
"..."
"This village and everyone in it is precious to me. And I would give everything to protect this place. It's my home. It always has been."
"And you think that I have no interest in preserving my new home?" I say without looking at him.
"You might have too much of an interest. You might become too attached, too greedy. Thinking that everyone belongs to you, that you have to protect them by any means. What happens when you can't save everyone, no matter what you do or try? What happens when you see someone you loved and cared for die? What if it happens more than once? You'll fall like Orochimaru did. Become someone who starts with a good heart, but has it twisted by this world's horrors...and eventually..."
I think of my mother, who was taken from me...and my father, who I sent away with my own hands.
"That's why I said you don't know a thing about me, Jiraiya. None of that pain is foreign to me...it made me the woman you see in front of you. I have risen beyond it, and I will rise further still. You just watch me."
"I see."
I turn on my heel to face him. "And if you truly want to oppose me...you had better bring everything you have, Toad Sage."
Jiraiya looks at me a moment before returning his gaze to the bottles on the wall. "You can count on it."
"..."
I stroll out of the restaurant and back into the midday sun. It's still as warm as it was this morning.
"Things could have been different. But they aren't. I refuse to have my life ruled by regret. You and everyone else will learn soon enough...I am not afraid to make enemies. And I am not afraid to erase them once they get in my way."
I'll stop and see Naruto at home later today. The sooner that we can organize this little tussle, the better.
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