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"
Jonin Namikaze. Lady Kushina. Please, take a seat."
"Thank you, Lord Hokage," murmured Namikaze Minato, appropriately and pointedly deferential. Next to him, his wife gingerly lowered herself down into the provided chair without so much as a whisper of gratitude, though the look on Uzumaki Kushina's face told Orochimaru that the chair with its comfortable cushion, at least, was appreciated.
From the bulwark of his desk, the Fourth Hokage eyed the man who had been the odds-on favorite to pick up the hat, once the Third set it aside. It was fascinating, in a way, to see one of the deadliest men in all the elemental nations fret over his grumbling wife, much to her apparent annoyance, seeing how she batted his hand away. It was almost enough to make you forget that the man had snuffed out at least a thousand souls with his own two hands over the course of perhaps three hours.
The very portrait of a doting husband, Orochimaru reflected as the couple settled in.
Not that he wasn't always doting on Kushina, but now that her delivery date is so near, his attention has been monopolized completely. Nor does her focus drift far from him.
How peculiar.
Officially, Orochimaru had known Minato and, to a lesser extent, Kushina for well over a decade, having first met the boy shortly after he had been assigned to Jiraiya's first, and so far only,
genin team. It had only been an acquaintanceship in the vaguest of terms, though; Orochimaru had been neck deep with Danzo at that point and was nearly lost in the sea of intriguing projects and dull yet mandatory missions, without any time to spare for his teammate's students, especially not the least promising of the lot.
Not that he'd had much time for bonding with the younger generations, and
especially not for the younger generations who came attached to his old teammates.
Not after Nawaki.
….I remember when so much as brushing up against the edges of that memory would make me flinch, the White Snake mused, and wondered when he had stopped feeling anything at the recollection.
It wasn't like he was anything special, neither in his talents nor in his end. He was far from the first child I saw step on a mine while playing shinobi
when they should still have been in the Academy…
Not that he was a child, Orochimaru reminded himself.
All who bear the Leaf upon their brow are ninja
, adult enough to kill and be killed.
In Nawaki's case, though, he felt that old truism fell flat.
The faded memory of Tsunade's little brother beaming up at "Uncle Orochi," all lingering baby fat and always glowing cheeks, made it very difficult to find any trace of the supposed adult that bore the name Senju Nawaki.
That thought was enough to hurt, just a bit. A pang. Nawaki as Orochimaru had last seen him was generic, just another small, mutilated corpse. Just meat.
The Nawaki that had been, though…
"Lord Hokage?" Minato asked, and Orochimaru realized that the couple had stopped fussing over one another almost a minute earlier while he had just stared straight ahead, utterly preoccupied. "You wanted to see us?"
"I did," Orochimaru snapped, shoving Nawaki back into his box, the same box that held the memories of all of the other children who had donned their
hitai-ates in the same raising ceremony as he, Jiraiya, and Tsunade had donned theirs, a full eight years before either of the two
ninja sitting before him would be born.
"I did," he said again, modulating his tone away from the unreasonable anger that had filled his voice at the interruption, from the realization that he had grown so lost in his memory that he'd had to be interrupted like some doddering old man and grasping after his usual silk-smooth voice. "Thank you both for coming."
"It's, uh… Not a problem," said Minato, an uncomfortable smile on his face. When Orochimaru failed to reply immediately, the Yellow Flash, dread of Konoha's enemies, chuckled awkwardly and rubbed at the back of his head until his wife lightly swatted at his arm and made him stop.
"I am relieved to hear that," said the Hokage. "You only returned back home a few days ago, didn't you,
Jonin Namikaze. After so long at the front, I would hate to intrude upon your private family time…"
"I bet you would," grumbled Kushina, who looked rebellious. "Four months pining away without any company and then, before we can even set foot in the bedroom, you're dragging us back out again!"
Orochimaru raised a silent brow, half amused by her audacity.
"...Lord Hokage," she belatedly added.
"I did leave Kakashi to keep you company while I was gone," Minato pointed out in a soothing, reasonable tone.
Having heard Jiraiya use that exact same "soothing, reasonable tone" on Tsunade over many past occasions, Orochimaru winced.
"Kakashi wasn't the kind of company I was lonely for, ya know!" snarled the
Jinchuuriki of the Nine-Tailed Fox, and for a moment, Orochimaru tasted an entirely new scent on the air, all burning hair and rotten blood. "Did you think that I'd all but drag
Kakashi into our bedroom backwards,
dearest husband?! Gah! You're such a
moron, ya know, ya big dummy! You-"
Deciding to cut this interlude short, Orochimaru repeated himself, speaking over Kushina, whose voice had acquired a particular diatonic overlay, like two people were speaking through the same throat. "While I'm sure that much of Konoha would find all the sordid details of how your household conducts its bedroom affairs to be subject of the
highest priority for gossip, there is a topic that I dare say might hold a
sssliver higher priority."
The couple sobered immediately, both of their attentions returned fully to the Hokage.
"Of course, Lord Hokage," said Kushina, her voice clear and calm again, the sober
kunoichi stepping forwards once more to take the young wife and mother-to-be's place. "What do you need from us?"
"According to Doctor Yamada," Orochimaru began, referencing the Konoha Hospital gynecological department's head, "you are due to give birth within a month, Lady Kushina. Five weeks at the outside."
"Yes," replied the
jinchuuriki, voice professionally detached though her stony face betrayed her discomfort with the topic and…
Her fear? Orochimaru wondered, his tongue slipping out to taste the air again.
Yes… She's afraid. Understandable, considering the mortality of first time mothers. It's enough to quail even the Red Hot Pepper.
"Congratulations." It seemed like the right thing to say, even though the work wasn't finished yet. Kushina stiffened slightly, so perhaps it hadn't been right after all.
Oh well. It wasn't like Orochimaru hadn't interacted with pregnant women before, but generally only in situations where the woman in question was dead or soon to be.
Something to work on, perhaps.
"This is an important moment for Konoha as well," Orochimaru said, pressing on with his agenda and disregarding the strangely tense atmosphere that had cropped up. "The birth of the first child of the Yellow Flash and the last remaining Uzumaki will be yet another signal that the future of Konoha is strong, despite all who stand in our way. Your child will also represent a number of opportunities for the village, which I would be happy to discuss with you further.
"But most importantly of all, the birthing event represents a unique threat to the village."
Orochimaru leaned forward on his elbows and tented his fingers together. Neither Minato nor Kushina had said a word and their faces were the match for the carved heads of the Hokage Monument in impenetrability. Strange from the Yellow Flash and doubly strange from Uzumaki Kushina, whose fiery passion had long since grown into the stuff of legend.
"According to Jiraiya, speaking in his capacity as a master of
Fuuinjutsu, the seal on the
Kyuubi will weaken precipitously as soon as you enter labor, Lady Kushina. There is, he says, a very real possibility that the Fox will break free while your attention and strength are divided."
"I know." The words were bitten off, chopped short and shorn of any personal touch save, under the surface, that same lurking fear. "Lady Mito told me as much years ago, before she passed the Fox onto me."
"She was a wise woman," Orochimaru acknowledged, tipping his head to the memory of the Shodai Hokage's lady wife. "I am surprised that this… information… never made it to my ears until Jiraiya advised me of his worries some days ago."
It had been at their regular twice a week lunch-time meeting when Jiraiya had casually dropped that bomb. Thinking about Akimi's idea of a parasitical barrier technique, Orochimaru had inquired after scenarios where seals applied to people could be destabilized.
This really is something Teacher should have warned me about when I took office, Orochimaru thought, fuming behind his benevolently smiling mask.
Perhaps the document briefing me on the matter simply got lost in the shuffle… I really do need to look into finding a secretary.
"Sorry about that, Lord Hokage," Minato, of all people, said, once more looking abashed. "Kushina and I already had a talk with Lord Third, back when we first learned that… Well, that we were going to be parents." The Yellow Flash failed to entirely suppress the foolish smile that crossed his face. "He made it clear at the time that secrecy was the village's highest priority. He was worried that someone might try to, well, you know… Take advantage of the birth to unleash the Fox."
"...Was he?" The inquiry glided like silk over Orochimaru's tongue, utterly mismatched to the alarmed clamor abruptly filling his head. "Did he perhaps venture any guesses or hints about who might interfere?"
"He just said that it all needed to stay hush-hush," grumbled Kushina, heat touching her face. She was looking down at her hands, knotted in her lap. "He and his advisors all said that it'd be best if nobody knew about it until it was, ya know, all said and done."
Utterly impractical.
Orochimaru would never pride himself on being an intelligencer on par with his old teammate, but he was hardly a novice to the world of spycraft either. From either side of the equation, he'd conducted plenty of reconnaissance missions in his early career and, in later years, had come to consider himself a very skilled interrogator, capable of extracting useful information from even the most tightly sealed lips.
There was absolutely no way that there were no agents or spies working in Konoha on behalf of the various Fire
samurai clans and the foreign Hidden Villages. Considering how very visibly Kushina was showing her pregnancy, there was absolutely no chance that every pair of prying eyes had overlooked her coming maternity.
"Interesting," the Hokage said out loud, privately vowing to have a conversation with his Teacher. It had been far too long and he had several bones to pick with his predecessor. "So,
Jonin Namikaze, tell me about what the plan was for the day of the birth. What security measures did you have in mind to keep interlopers out and who would be on hand to attend to Kushina during the birth? I assume you would be there both as the father and as a seal master ready to stabilize the
Kyuubi's prison, should the need have arised."
"Well…"
As Minato layed out the scheme for a secret birth hidden away in a cave in the nearby mountains, attended upon only by a squad of Anbu, the Third's wife Biwako, and a standby medic-nin, Orochimaru felt his respect for his Teacher dwindle by an appreciable degree.
How could you possibly consider such a plan to be solid, Teacher? Orochimaru wondered, feeling almost beside himself with disappointment and an odd, almost furtive anxiety.
The very idea that a small force of Anbu would be best because they would be harder to detect completely ignores how much chakra would inevitably have leaked from the Fox's prison as the seal weakened! Any sensor worth a damn could follow that smell of burnt hair and blood straight to the cave! And to have only Minato on hand to keep the beast in its cage, even when he'd be compromised by having his newborn and his wife on hand, is relying overly much on the singular skill of the Yellow Flash and ignoring the basic rule of never fully relying on a single blade!
"I sssee," said Orochimaru, once the explanation concluded. "We will be doing… none of that."
"Eh?" gasped Kushina, brow rising in surprise, just as her husband asked, "Lord Hokage? What do you mean?"
Combat types, both of them, Orochimaru observed, rolling his eyes.
The one a walking bomb, the other capable of stopping the enemy vanguard in their boots. Neither have ever needed to practice the art of the spy or the scout, and it shows.
"Hmm… How do I put thisss…" the Hokage closed his eyes, his flickering tongue betraying his agitation. Such a stupid plan could only have led to calamity, and he had almost walked straight into it without realizing the peril! "Thisss plan, it is… if I merely called it a spectacular example of foolish optimism, I would be doing it a kindnesss.
"More accurately? I might be tempted to call such a thing
treassson."
"Treason?" Kushina started.
"If I saw that my enemies had attempted anything as breathtakingly temerous as this plan," the Hokage smirked, "I might be inspired to send them a gift basssket as an expression of gratitude for the mossst generous invitation to slit their throatsss." His smile dropped. "To find out that
my own security forcesss thought this was sssufficient to guard some of the most valuable shinobi
in Konoha at their most vulnerable hour…"
Almost biting his tongue, Orochimaru forced himself to cut short the rant overflowing his mind. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath, mastering himself and letting his blood cool.
"So… It sounds like you have a different idea in mind?" Minato ventured. "Lord."
"That's right," Orochimaru nodded, and allowed himself to grin.
This fool is so lucky that he didn't get the hat.
"For startersss… The
Kyuubi must not be allowed to roam free for any amount of time, even if it is some distance away in the wildernesssss.
"It will return to Konoha. Evil alwaysss comes back home."
Minato and Kushina glanced at one another, his intent lost upon neither of them.
"One way or another," said the Hokage, "there will be no rampage of the Nine-Tailsss. Do you understand, Lady Kushina?
Jonin Namikaze."
"...Yes, Lord Hokage," said Kushina, her voice commendably level. "I understand exactly what you mean. You don't need to worry, ya know, but… I understand."
"Good." Orochimaru nodded smoothly, and turned his focus to the still silent Minato. "
Jonin Namikaze?"
"...I understand, Lord Hokage," Minato admitted, eyes pressed tightly closed. "Anything for the village, right? Yeah… I understand."
"Good!" Orochimaru repeated, almost cheerily. "With that in mind, let us do everything in my power to set out to avert that scenario. You both are far too useful to Konoha to squander so readily, especially when we have an easy counter on hand."
"An easy counter?" Minato's eyes popped open. "Uhm… What are you talking about? Lord Hokage."
"Didn't you have an Uchiha in your
genin team?" Orochimaru peered across the desk, staring at the guilelessly blinking face of his would-be rival for authority. "
Jonin Namikaze… Minato… Who better to keep the Fox penned in its kennel than an Uchiha? If the beast shows any sign of ripping free from your wife, its container, the first and last thing it will see in our mortal world will be a
Sharingan."
"Ah!" Kushina's eyes, hard with resolve, lit up like beacons. "This is perfect, ya know! I can get Mikoto to help out! She'd love it!"
"...She probably would," murmured Orochimaru, the almost ursine protectiveness in the Uchiha's eyes shining clear in his memory. "Or perhaps Lord Fugaku. Regardless, an Uchiha will be on hand. This is not negotiable."
"Phew!" sighed Minato. "Fine by me! I've got no problem with that!"
"Jiraiya will also be there," added Orochimaru. "There is nothing he could do to be more useful to the village than ensuring the continued stability of your seal, Lady Kushina. And," he looked sidelong at the Yellow Flash, "that would give your husband more time to comfort you in your pain while his teacher keeps an eye on your seal."
"...I can handle the pain just fine, ya know," muttered Kushina, looking away from both the Hokage and her husband, but the taste of her fear faded somewhat on Orochimaru's tongue.
"There is also the matter of external security," Orochimaru continued on, the strokes of the plan crystalizing in his head as he described them aloud. "There will be no need for free passage in or out of the birthing area. If need be, I can task a Yamanaka to the Anbu squadron guarding the perimeter to pass messages. This will permit the use of a sealing barrier to cut the birthing area off from the outside world entirely, so long as the one maintaining the barrier from within breathes."
"Do you have anybody in mind for that?" asked Minato. "That would take a pretty considerable range to cover an entire house, right?"
"True," admitted the Hokage, "but the barrier in question is not difficult to master. My ssstudent, Metani Akimi, has already mastered the technique and he is still a
genin. I think I will extend an invitation to Lord Hiashi; if the Uchiha are involved with the birth of Konoha's next
jinchuuriki, I suspect that the Hyuuga Clan would be slighted if I did not offer them an opportunity to participate as well."
"Ya know…" said Kushina, her voice just a bit weak, "this is an awful lot of people you're talking about, Lord Fourth…"
"An awful lot of people," Orochimaru incredulously mouthed, and gave the veteran
jonin, who by dint of that rank and by her status as the container of the most powerful demon known to mankind really should have known better, a distinctly unimpressed look.
Kushina looked back, blinking and inquisitive and apparently not comprehending in the least why her senses were telling her that the snake seated before her had begun to writhe, metaphorically speaking, with frustrated annoyance.
Irritated, the Hokage glanced almost beseechingly over at her husband, hoping he would find some understanding of his frustration in the man who, had the pendulum of circumstance swung the other way, would be sitting in this very chair at this exact moment.
"Eh…" Minato managed, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. "She's got a point, Lord. Doesn't this seem a bit… much?"
…This is the man whom Teacher considered the best fit for his office, Orochimaru stared, feeling his eyes throb in their sockets.
For my office.
Does that make him the second best man for the job in Konoha? Third, perhaps, behind Jiraya, who would never accept the hat?
The thought was sour as he chewed it over, the two openly worried gazes reaching out to him over the table only making the whole thing more galling.
Kami save us all.
"I will be blunt," the Hokage stated, staring unblinkingly at the two from across the desk. "Asss I doubt that anything lessss than complete candor will serve to penetrate your thick skullsss, you utter moronsss."
Kushina bristled, but before she could utter a sound, the Hokage gestured for silence, only continuing once it was clear that the
jinchuuriki would hold her tongue. For now.
"For the two of you, the date of Lady Kushina'sss delivery will be the start of an entire new era for your family," Orochimaru began. "Hopefully," he added, "a lengthy one spanning the birthsss of an entire platoon's worth of healthy, powerful new recruitsss to guarantee Konoha's future prosperity and security."
"An entire platoon?!" Kushina squawked, eyes wide and alarmed and her face flushed. "Easy for you to say, ya know!"
A quelling glance from the Hokage and a comforting pat on the knee from her husband restored silence to the office atop the Academy.
"For me," Orochimaru went on, voice sibilant and laden with menace, "it will be a day marked either by historic triumph, or equally historic tragedy. In the latter case, the devastation inflicted upon this village could be unprecedented in scale."
Both members of his little audience were silent, their eyes fixed upon his with an attention and focus he found gratifying.
"Not since the darkest days of the First War has Konoha's situation been quite so precariousss," the Hokage continued. "As matters stand, we are in a war to the hilt against Kumo; the scorn exhibited towards my predecessor's peace-mongering and the contempt for sworn oathsss exhibited by Kumogakure all but guaranteesss that there can be no peace with them save what we dictate at the point of a knife. Iwa, Konoha's unrelenting enemy since the daysss of the Lord First, licksss its wounds and preparesss to leap back into the struggle at the time of their choosing, the 'Peace without Rancor' be damned."
Orochimaru's mouth twisted as he resisted the urge to spit. The name of his Teacher's greatest blow against Konoha was repellent upon his tongue.
"Further," the Hokage continued, straightening his robe, "it should come as no surprise to either of you that the common front against Kumogakure and Iwagakure's aggression is quite shallow, especially outside of Konoha's own walls. The rest of the Land of Fire, most especially the
samurai clansss, eagerly anticipate the diminishment of Konoha. Whether that diminishment arrives through financial collapse, battlefield defeat, or the whittling down of our numbers, matters not in the slightessst to those vultures. When the war ends, if not before, there will be squabbles between the victors as we jockey for the spoilsss of victory. The
daimyo is too weak to prevent this, and indeed, control over the
daimyo will be a key portion of those spoils.
"If something should go noticeably wrong in Konoha, say, should the greatest of the
bijuu suddenly break free from its bondage in the heart of the village, consequentially killing both the last known Uzumaki and annihilating her child, can you imagine the ramificationsss?" The Hokage's voice was as cold as the grave, utterly serious and entirely controlled. "The war effort would collapse as
ninja streamed home to rescue loved ones and to drive the beast away. Any credibility or influence we have over our rivals, domestic and foreign, would vanish in an instant.
"Do you underssstand the magnitude of this event?
"Do you underssstand the magnitude of
failure?"
Minato and Kushina nodded silently, eyes haunted with the same dread that had filled the Hokage from the start of this conversation.
"Good," Orochimaru leaned back and allowed himself to blink. The two
jonin slumped slightly, as if they had been released from some
jutsu pinning them in place. "Then you can underssstand why I am stuffing my sleeves with every trick I can smuggle from the village.
"If we are 'lucky', our many enemies lurking in the shadows will manage to miss the largest chakra signature on the continent being escorted by the most
famous killer on the continent on the night where she will launch a signal bonfire saying 'I am at my weakest'. Perhaps this will simply be a very boring night filled with the entirely expected amount of blood and screams for a newborn child." Orochimaru smiled unkindly, "I, for one, do not believe in 'luck'. I believe in
winning."
For a moment, silence filled the office again as his guests digested the apocalyptic diatribe. For his part, the Hokage felt somewhat mollified by clear respect the two
jonin who perhaps most represented the future of the village were demonstrating in the face of his concerns.
"Regardlesss," said Orochimaru, breaking the lingering pause, "you are welcome to consider this plan and develop it further to best suit your needsss. The stabilization of your seal, Lady Kushina, and the safe and secure birth of your child is of the highest priority to the future of Konoha. In regards to the other matters we need to discuss…"
Noting that the nods his audience returned were barely a step above perfunctory and the glassy, shocked look in their eyes, Orochimaru shelved the remainder of his plan for another day. It would keep.
And besides, he thought, remembering what Kushina had implied about his interrupting summons,
I should not keep them from… consoling… one another. Or from laying the foundation for a new Uzumaki Clan fully allegiant to Konohagakure.
"Will wait until some other time," he smoothly pivoted. "As for today…
"Please, do not allow me to detain you any further."
The Sarutobi Clan was revered in Konoha as the first clan to join the Senju-Uchiha pact, and as the clan who had truly cemented the foundation of the village built upon the alliance of those two most potent clans. Ever the recruiters and the unifiers, it had been the clanhead of the Sarutobi who had convinced the Nara, the Akimichi, and the Yamanaka to set aside their old enmities and join Konoha all at once, so none of the three could claim precedence over the others.
Sarutobi Sasuke, Orochimaru thought, reaching for the name as he approached the gate barring the rest of the world from the Sarutobi Compound. Unlike the sturdy wall surrounding the Hyuuga Compound, this gate was purely ceremonial, flanked only by the thick groves of bamboo lining either side of the entrance path.
Teacher's father.
He had not survived the First Great War, Orochimaru recalled, though the details of Sarutobi Sasuke's fate escaped him.
"Lord Hokage," the Sarutobi clansman on gate duly acknowledged, greeting him respectfully but with a straight back, without any hint of deference or a bow.
Partially the allowances made to a guard on duty, partially the famous unflappability of the so-called "Monkey Clan."
"I am here to see Sarutobi Hiruzen, my predecessor," said the Hokage, standing tall in the white and red robes of state, crowned with the iron hat of his office.
He did not identify Hiruzen as his teacher. Something, Orochimaru saw, that was not lost on the guard.
"So you are, Lord," acknowledged the guard, the slight tightness around his eyes the only sign of the rising tension. "He is in the rear garden. I believe you know the way?"
"I do," agreed Orochimaru, his usual sibilance clipped, the words short. He had visited his Teacher's home many times over their decades-long relationship. One of the very earliest bonding exercises between the newly formed Team Hiruzen had been weeding the Sarutobi Clan's extensive garden of medicinal herbs. "I know the way."
"Go, Lord," the guard said, swinging the symbolic gates wide. "Be welcome in the stronghold of the Sarutobi."
Orochimaru did not acknowledge the pledge of hospitality; he was already in motion, sandals crunching on the graveled path he had first set foot on more than a decade and a half before the Sarutobi manning the gate had even been born.
We were barely six, all three of us, he remembered, walking without seeing.
All precocious, freshly graduated from the Academy and all with freshly minted hitai-ate
riding our brows. All young, all keen… And all orphans at that. Jiraiya hadn't even had the mercy of knowing who his parents were in the first place… But the Second had died only the year before, and the First the year before him, and Tsunade's parents had both died before her grandfather.
And my parents…
Thirty-three years later, Orochimaru could still remember every minute of
it, and every detail. Try as he might, he had never managed to forget that bleak spring day.
All that had changed over the intervening decades had been his perspective.
What had happened to his parents, whom he recognized with the benefit of experience as a clanless
shinobi of no importance and a moderately successful farmer, a mere civilian, was utterly trivial in the grander scope of things.
They had suffered, yes, but Orochimaru himself had caused men and women to suffer more.
They had begged, pleaded, and wailed, all before the quivering eyes of a child who had, unbeknownst to the Suna
nin raiding the little village on the western border of the Land of Fire, been shoved by his mother under a pile of old sacks just before his father was bodily hurled through the door of their shack, but Orochimaru had heard women offer their children and men their woman through their shrieks, anything to get the pain to stop.
That his mother never made such an offer, had never betrayed his hiding spot, had more to do with the clear relish the raiders took in their games, he suspected, and less to do with any great bravery on the feeble civilian's part. She would, perhaps, have made the offer eventually, had she still had the tongue and the teeth necessary to shape her formless shrieks into entreaties.
All together, nothing extraordinary.
Years later, Orochimaru had actually found mention of the scouring of that flyspeck village in an archived report. It had been listed along with twenty-three other villages and hamlets overrun by Suna raiders in that same year, all part of the escalating conflicts that had exploded into the First Great War.
In the grand scheme of things, utterly inconsequential.
At the time, to a three year old cowering on his belly like a snake, hidden under burlap and watching everything that happened to his mother and his father, it had been the end of the world.
Devastating.
Leaf
nin had found him two days later. At first, the
chuunin commanding the ragged squad of scouts following the plumes of smoke had ordered his men to leave the pale child still sitting by the mutilated bodies of a man and a woman in the ruined shack alone. The Sand
nin, he had said, were still ahead of them and they had no time to carry a kid barely out of diapers with them.
He had been shocked when Orochimaru had addressed them properly, and had told them that his father had been a
shinobi of the Leaf just like them.
A lie, of course, but enough of an excuse for a particularly softhearted Konoha
nin to insist that the body of their comrade and his wife, and his still living son, had to return back home. The rest of the patrolling squad, worn ragged, had experienced an attack of altruism and backed their comrade, much to the annoyance of the
chuunin in command, who soon found himself overwhelmed by the remainder of his squad.
They had turned their sandals for home, with a small pale boy clinging to the shoulders of his benefactor.
Leaving the invading Suna nin
free to continue their rampage elsewhere, the man that small boy had become noted.
Perhaps that list of twenty-four villages would have been a few entries shorter had that squad left me to starve beside my parents' bones.
As soon as his parents had found their resting place in Konoha's cemetery, buried under names manufactured by Orochimaru, having never known them as anything but "Mom" and "Dad," he had signed up for the Academy.
Three years later… I was assigned to Teacher. And, he thought, sandal crossing an invisible demarcating line,
I entered the garden.
It was just as it had always been, the Sarutobi Clan's medicinal herb garden. Rows of leafy green shrubs lined the sandy loam, each row neatly labeled with wax paper tethered to a stake. When the breeze blew, Orochimaru remembered, those tags would rattle in the wind and flap like streamers at a festival.
Far down a row of vines hosting colonies of a thick moss Orochimaru recognized from many poultices as a prime anticoagulant, an old man in loose brown robes knelt, carefully tying a new vine to a trellis stake.
Orochimaru looked left and right, scanning the garden's broad expanse for any other Sarutobis, particularly Biwako or Asuma, Hiruzen's wife and surviving son, or his daughter Asuka, newly widowed and back from the Kumo Front for the traditional month of mourning.
There was nobody there to share the afternoon sun with the two men. Save for the distant birdsong drifting from the forest surrounding the compound, there was nothing to disturb the peace.
"Orochimaru." The old man's voice made Orochimaru start. "Or, should I say, Lord Hokage.
"I was wondering when you would come."
"You were wondering when I would… what? Pay a house visit?" Orochimaru lifted an eyebrow, taken aback by his old Teacher's tone. It was respectful, confident, and a far cry altogether from the croak of the exhausted old man who had been the Sandaime Hokage. "Retirement seems to be suiting you, T-... Lord Hiruzen."
"Why the surprise?" asked the old man, rising slowly to his feet and dusting his hands off. "You, more than anybody else, know exactly how heavy that hat can be. Is it so surprising that my shoulders would be light without its weight?"
"I don't know," Orochimaru spat, not even trying to conceal the bitterness in his voice. "It seemsss like you did a splendid job of shirking that weight whenever possible."
"You are referring to Danzo," observed Hiruzen, ancient eyes keen though every line of his body remained relaxed. "I always told him that he should make more of an effort to build bridges with you and your fellow
Sannin. I always told him that one of you would most likely follow in my footsteps. Sadly, I suspect that his own hopes for the office blinded him to that, along with his stubborn insistence that he knew what was best for Konoha."
"Which you enabled by allowing him to create a private army," Orochimaru pointed out. "Hard to rebuke the man for his ambition to one day lead the village when you made it clear that the rules did not apply to him."
"Yes…" Hiruzen sighed, for a moment looking as frail as he had at the end of his time in office, and Orochimaru felt something deep in his chest quake slightly at the sight of the old legend of Konoha looking simply… old. "As the saying goes, there is nothing more permanent than a temporary solution. Danzo offered many solutions, back in the bad old days when I first came to the hat… Some of which he even delivered, eventually."
When Orochimaru gestured for him to go on, Hiruzen removed his pipe from a small leather bag at his hip and slowly began to pack it with tobacco.
"Things were such a mess, then…" the old man reminisced, lighting his pipe with a quick spark from his finger. "We lost both of the Senju Brothers, one after the other, and Lord Kagami, who had stepped up to lead the Uchiha Clan after Lord Madara died several years earlier. Over just two years, the two founder clans were beheaded. Even though we had survived the First War, even though we had arguably won the war, the signs were clear to see.
"We had simply lost with slightly more grace than our neighbors. But, our blood was in the water, our weakness and division clear."
"The sssharks were circling," agreed Orochimaru. "Timesss were hard. I still fail to see how granting Danzo operational as well as ssstrategic freedom, by which I mean allowing him to usurp the power of the Hokage at will, was remotely justified."
"On that we are agreed…" Hiruzen sighed, taking a reflective puff from his pipe. "Sadly, only hindsight affords such clarity. Each allowance seemed reasonable… and in truth, many were reasonable in the context of that vulnerable time.
"That is, of course, how these things go. Step by step, justification by justification. It was never my intention for Danzo to grow as powerful as he has become, though it is entirely my responsibility. I will not deny that."
"But…" Orochimaru felt like he was striking a training dummy, each blow striking clear and hard but without any of the fight he had anticipated, nor any of the justifying counters he had fully expected. His predecessor, his Teacher, his guide on the long path to the
hitai-ate and his commander for as long as Orochimaru had worn the Leaf upon his brow, was offering virtually no resistance in the face of his jabs, agreeing with each accusation while somehow still depriving Orochimaru of any sense of accomplishment. "But how could you be so foolish, Teacher? You were in office for over three decadesss! And all that time, you just turned a blind eye to Danzo? There is no question that you knew of his operations! You sent me to him with ordersss to obey him as I would obey you!
"What could have possibly justified
that?!"
What could have possibly justified you handing me over to him
?
"I… thought it would make both you and him happy."
Orochimaru stared incredulously at his old Teacher. "You…" he repeated, grasping for meaning. "Thought it would make me… happy? To work with Danzo?"
"In retrospect, a foolish decision," sighed Hiruzen, tapping the ash from his pipe. His energy seemed to disperse in the light afternoon breeze along with the fine gray ash, the shadows cast across the old man's furrowed face deepening. "But… I was worried about you, Orochimaru. I had so much to worry about, between the war against Iwa and Kumo and the struggle with the then-Fire Daimyo over the relationship between Konoha and the government in Hanyu… But I could still see how alone you were, with Jiraiya away on his sabbatical and Tsunade still broken up over poor Nawaki.
"You had no friends, Orochimaru. Nothing to occupy you but your… research."
The knowing look in the old man's eye galled Orochimaru's bones. It made him feel like a guilty child again, one who had just found out that his secret wrongdoings had been known to his Teacher all along.
He
hated that feeling.
And like with all things he hated, Orochimaru pushed back.
"Ah… Ssso, you knew." Orochimaru forced a smirk on his lips, but Manda's tongue was thick in his mouth, heavy and sluggish. "I sssuspected as much."
Below the bold face, his gut twisted like a nest of snakes. Through an effort of will, he kept his fingers relaxed, his hands by his sides, but he knew that if he allowed them to ball up into fists, he'd find his palms just as sweaty as they had been whenever he had been caught in the act by his Teacher so long ago.
I thought I would never feel this anxiety again, thought Orochimaru, angry with himself and not a little dismayed.
How is he still able to make me feel this way, after everything…?!
"Of course I knew, boy," said Hiruzen, staring at him, visibly unimpressed, echoes of the old
jonin Instructor in his voice. "I was the Hokage. Did you really think an entire laboratory apparatus could operate anywhere within Konoha's sway without my knowledge?"
"...Did you know about the branding ssseal your old friend placesss upon the tongues of his followersss?" asked Orochimaru quietly. "Did you know about that?"
Like the ashes from his pipe caught in the breeze, warm with the last days of autumn, the echo of his Teacher's old authority slipped away from Hiruzen. Only the old man was left in its wake, gray lips pressed tight over yellow teeth, a head hunched over sagging shoulders, all under a thick drift of years and lost time.
"Yes… Yes, I did." The old man's already wrinkled brow furrowed deeper. "It is as… nasty of a policy as it is short-sighted. I warned Danzo not to subject you to it, that you were not like the poor children he had raised to adulthood within his Roots. I warned him that you would both resent the measure and inevitably find a way to circumvent it. I warned him that you would not be willing to subsume yourself for him, that you would not sacrifice your ambition for his approval.
"I had confidence that Danzo was not quite as far lost to his own mystique that he would make such a simple mistake; I had complete confidence that, should he make that mistake, you would not allow it to hinder your report back to me.
"Sadly," Hiruzen sighed, returning the pipe back to its pouch, "it seems that I underestimated your loyalty to me… I should not have commanded you to obey him as you would obey me. I expected that you would come back and report to me if he mistreated you. When you did not, I had the impression that you enjoyed access to Danzo's resources, if not his company, and that I had done right by you by finding you a niche where your interests could serve the village."
"...We are
shinobi," Orochimaru ground out, "trained from the day we set foot in the Academy to obey the ordersss of our superiorsss. The strength of a chain isss dependent upon the strength of each link, and so all must pull as one. That is the basis of our village, is it not? We are soldiersss, with the
discipline of soldiersss. Above the lives of comradesss and our own life and limb, ordersss and the mission come first.
"Why would you ever think that I would disssrespect your teachings and betray my appointed commander,
Danzo, by coming crying to you?"
"Jiraiya would have," came Hiruzen's mild reply. "But, that was another error that I made. You are not Jiraiya. You were," he added fondly, "always such a dutiful student, Orochimaru."
Uncomfortable with just how the smile on that wizened face made him feel, as if even now his Teacher was measuring him against all of the other students vying for his attention and wisdom, Orochimaru stepped back to allow the Yondaime Hokage to come to the fore.
"Let usss return to the circumstances surrounding Danzo's place in Konoha during your administration," said the Hokage, finding refuge in professional dispassion. "You indicated that Danzo was granted a measure of autonomy during the crisisss following the death of the Nidaime Hokage and your appointment as Sandaime Hokage."
"Quite," nodded the old man, seeming equally relieved to take a step back from personal matters. "We were still more of a clan at that point than the hidden village you lead today, and we thought like a clan as well. Leadership was personal and largely contingent on personal authority and reputation. Lord Tobirama had done good work laying down the administrative and social structures that are Konoha's bones and sinews, but the people within those structures had come of age during the Time of the Warring Clans.
"The burden of imposing order upon that great mess while still maintaining a strong face to show the rest of the world fell on my shoulders. And," Hiruzen's lips bent into a smile, "I needed people whom I could trust to help me carry the load. A difficult situation, and one that you, Lord Hokage, now most certainly understand."
Remembering his ongoing struggle to find another advisor to join Jiraiya in helping him manage the village, as well as his repeated thoughts about needing a secretary or five, Orochimaru could only grudgingly nod in acknowledgement. He understood exactly what the old man was saying, and he had the sinking feeling that he likewise knew exactly where this conversation was headed.
"Shimura Danzo was,
is, my friend," Hiruzen stated, quiet in the sun-drenched herb garden. "We were among the first thirty-six
ninja to graduate from Lord Tobirama's Training Institute, before it even became the Academy. Long before the First War started, we had saved one another's lives a dozen times over. On those battlefields… A dozen times again.
"When he came to me and offered to put together a dedicated team to identify and resolve potential threats, I jumped at the chance to shift a portion of my responsibilities onto the shoulders of a man who I thought of almost as another brother."
Abruptly on the backfoot under Hiruzen's keen stare, Orochimaru shifted uneasily. That line of thought sounded eerily like the one he had followed to the Masuya
izakaya on the night the Sandaime Hokage declared him his successor.
Had we been brothers of the flesh, could our relationship have been any closer than the one already shared between Jiraiya and I?
They had all but spent their entire lives together, from the abbreviated childhoods that preceded their elevation to
genin to the years of training and service. They had crossed through the gateways to adulthood together, both in growing into manhood and in taking the lives of foes upon the battlefield and targets sleeping in their beds.
Just as Teacher and Danzo must have done so many years ago, under the eyes of the last titans of the Senju Clan. …Am I truly forging a new path for Konoha? Or have I fallen into the trap of simply walking the old path in a new pair of sandals?
"Ah…," the former Hokage rumbled quietly, clearly following the roots of his predecessor's discomfort, "I see it in your eyes. You do understand, don't you, my boy?"
Orochimaru scoffed and glanced away, refusing to grant the old man the satisfaction.
"To be clear," the old man raised a hand, "I am not advising you to mistrust Jiraiya. He was a good boy and has grown to be a good man and a superb
shinobi.
"I am warning you that complete reliance upon anybody is a luxury that no Hokage can afford."
"Hypocrite," snorted the Hokage. "You relied upon Danzo for all of the distasteful responsibilities. When I asked him what servicesss he provided, do you know how he replied? 'Clean handsss,' that was all that he could come up with to justify his whole miserable operation."
"Then you know I speak from experience. From the truest sort of experience, whose lessons are written in blood," Hiruzen replied with infuriating calm. "Furthermore… Danzo's is not the most objective view upon my conduct and decisions. While I hate to speak about the man's character when he is not present to defend himself, I believe we both know him well enough to understand that he would punish a barking dog with a cane to the snout. Such tactics guarantee that he finds enemies everywhere, given time.
"Had I followed his advice with the unquestioning zeal he so dearly wished from me, I suspect Konoha would only know peace when the last vestige of our village was wiped from the map."
"There is a difference between maximal punishment and constant aggression, and sssimply taking wholehearted action against our foess," the Hokage sharply replied, frowning at his predecessor. "That you were fully aware of Danzo's nature but allowed him to expand hisss influence year by year isss just as damning of a mark against your clemency asss every foolish action Danzo has ever taken is against his own world view. On the night you declared me your successssor, you even implied that he made an attempt againssst upon your life, but ssstill you 'gave him your blindnesss,' as you ssso aptly put it! That isss… beyond foolish."
"You are correct, my student." The old man's shoulders lifted and dropped, not so much a shrug as a concession. "But, as I also told you that night, Danzo was not incorrect in his assessment of my weakness. Strange as it might sound, I hate the necessity of death. A peculiarity, both for our trade and considering how many lives I have ended with my own hands and with the hands of my followers. Given any other option, though, I try to avoid that ultimate conclusion.
"That," Hiruzen cracked a smile, parched of mirth, "is why you are the Yondaime Hokage, Orochimaru."
"...You have told me nothing I did not already know." Orochimaru couldn't tell if his sentence was a complaint, an accusation, or a simple statement of the facts. "Or at leassst, nothing I could not have found out for myself."
"You were always a bright child," the old man said tolerantly. "I am proud of the man you have become, Orochimaru. So, ask yourself why it was you came here to speak to me today. Not that I begrudge you your visit, Lord Hokage, as you will always be welcome under my roof, but for both of our sakes, tell me what you truly wish to hear from me.
"What brought you to my door today?"
"How could you have been ssso willfully blind?" The words were out of Orochimaru's mouth almost before the old man could finish his previous sentence. "You are the Professor, the so-called 'God of
Shinobi.' How could you have been so… complacent?
"It isn't just Danzo," the Hokage continued, waving a hand irritably, "it isss… isss…"
For a moment, Orochimaru found himself almost uncharacteristically tongue tied, if only because he didn't know where to start. Where, in the countless litany of mistakes, catastrophes, and failures, could he even begin?
"...Take the utter lack of response to the sacking of Uzushiogakure, save for the imposition of a bounty on all Kiri-nin!" He finally hissed out, "Or the disregard for the Hyuuga ssseeding a potentially fatal weakness in the bulk of their clan via the Caged Bird Seal in a bid to monopolize their
dojutsu forever! The dysfunction sssurrounding the Uchiha, both in the apparent disregard and sussspicion so much of Konoha feels for that clan as well as the resentment felt by the Uchiha for slightsss great and sssmall, all left unchecked for a decade!
"I refuse to believe that you, Teacher, could have sssomehow failed to recognize your old friend'sss involvement in stoking that resssentment, in ensssuring those slightsss either came to passss or were exacerbated!"
With the benefit of retrospect, and access to the considerable resources of the Hokage's office and the official archives, the campaign of harassment against the Uchiha was hardly difficult to spot. It was equally clear to Orochimaru's eyes just who had directed that campaign.
Mistaken identities, previously reliable people acting erratically after reappearing from a surprise solo mission or other poorly explained disappearance, swirling rumors endlessly compounding upon one another, and all fault for failings great or small, real or perceived, always arriving at the Uchiha's door for reasons both nonsensical and arcane… It's almost a textbook Root mission, complete with the lack of any real gain for Konoha in its commission.
Combine that familiar contemptuous approach with Danzo's own mistrust for the Uchiha and it becomes impossible to explain the situation away.
"Teacher," Orochimaru hissed, almost growling and not caring in the slightest that his voice had slipped, that his tongue was waving before his face like an agitated adder, "I have been in office for ssscarcely a handful of months and already these problems and half a dozen more are clearly visible to me. What the hell have you been doing, Old Man, that they were not equally visible to you?!"
Heaving, Orochimaru forced himself back under control, forced his mind back to the contemplation of endless overlapping scales slithering over one another, of densely muscled bodies enfolding and venomous fangs stabbing, and almost sighed with relief as the reptilian detachment sank back down into his bones.
Hiruzen waited just as politely and calmly as he always had until his old student remastered himself.
"This will be supremely unsatisfying to hear, I am certain." The old man paused, took a breath, and sighed. "Supremely unsatisfying to admit as well.
"The simple fact is…I have no explanation for all of those faults you have identified and, as you say, a dozen more. None that is comprehensive nor exculpatory.
"All I can say is that we all grow old, Orochimaru, and with age comes placidity of mind and of body. My winter has come, and with it, so too has come a winter for Konoha. It is my hope that your youth and vigor, fresh eyes and fresh mind, will lead to an early spring.
"I did my utmost to follow the path Lord Hashirama and Lord Tobirama set out for me. Perhaps that path is a dead end for any lacking Lord Hashirama's power and Lord Tobirama's resolve. Perhaps I was the best in a field of poor options, when all of our heroes were gone. Perhaps thirty-six years is too long for any man to wear the hat and retain the wisdom necessary to rule well.
"In the end, my Lord, it is your burden to carry now. Let nobody tell you otherwise, until you know just as well as I do that it is time for the Leaf to turn once more."
Orochimaru stared at the man.
He stared at the image of a man who had once been an icon. Who had once been his Teacher, the Forever Hokage who had stood at Konoha's helm for generations, called the Professor and a living legend and even the God of
Shinobi, his predecessor and the author of his newest torments, the man who had kept the village together and who had set its feet upon the path to division. Orochimaru had come to the Sarutobi Compound expecting a final accounting against the broad back and stern face that had always loomed implacably over his head, boy and man and soldier. Instead, he had found the pale shadow of that giant a withered if polite old man content to putter in his garden, with nothing to share save his best wishes for his successor's efforts.
Utterly weary of this conversation, fed up with the complete lack of meaningful answers, and feeling like something he had relied upon since the age of six had crumbled in his hands, Orochimaru turned away from his Teacher.
Before he could start back towards the gate of the Sarutobi Compound, something twigged at his memory.
Ah yes… The reason why I chose to come today, of all days.
"Thank you very kindly for informing me of the complicationsss surrounding Lady Kushina's coming delivery," he said, turning on his heel. Then, smiling nastily, fired back over his shoulder, "yoursss and Lady Biwako's assistance will… not be necessary. I have decided to entrussst the birth of Konohagakure's future into the handsss of somebody more reliable.
"Have a pleasant retirement, Lord Hiruzen."