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Disclaimer: This story has some of Masashi Kishimoto's characters from Naruto in a universe of my own devising. I do not own Naruto. I do not make any money from these writings.

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Thank you to my beta and muse, Small Fox. This story grew from a plot idea he gave me.
Also thanks to sessha batto, melissen, SunaoTsuji and sadie237 for reviewing after chapter 103 was posted. Readers’ feedback, support and comments mean a great deal to me.

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Part 10: Endgame
104: Confrontation

As Madara walked across the grass towards Yukie Fujikaze he could see that she had more than the usual single cameraman with her, which she had not mentioned.
She walked towards him, smiling, and then stopped and bowed. “Izuna-sama.”
He was momentarily distracted from his annoyance. “Yukie-san.”
“Please excuse the extra technicians,” she began. “It is much more challenging to get high quality recordings in a large open space, so I brought two extra cameramen and a sound expert.”
Madara decided to ignore them. “I understand, Yukie-san. What did you have in mind?”
She described a section walking through the park and then an interview with them sitting on one of the benches. Apparently she had scouted a location where the light coming through the trees was particularly pleasant.
“I thought it would be the ideal location for you to talk about the future of the new Uchiha clan, Izuna-sama,” she explained. “Particularly the possibility of colonising a planet.”
Madara imagined the finished interview. He had to admit that it was an excellent choice of location. He started planning the words he would use.
They had walked some way, talking about his ambitions for the clan, when Madara heard music and someone singing.
Madara suspected it was the minstrel, Sabu. The tune was old and, as they approached, the words were strangely familiar.
“Some shots of you listening to the minstrel would be excellent, Izuna-sama,” Yukie Fujikaze suggested. She sighed. “That bench would be very suitable but it is occupied.”
Madara gestured to Kimimaro. As always, having him stand behind the bench made the occupants decide that somewhere, indeed anywhere, else would be more comfortable.
Yukie gave him a lovely smile as they sat down. “Perhaps Kimimaro-san could stand a little further back, Izuna-sama? So the cameramen can get their shots without him in the background?”
He signalled and Kimimaro, a little reluctantly, retreated.
The blouse she was wearing today was particularly attractive; demure yet hinting what lay beneath.
“Don’t you find this song familiar, Izuna-sama?” she asked.
He did not really wish to discuss music but it would look churlish to refuse to answer. “It is an old spacer tune,” he replied.
“I was thinking of the lyrics, Izuna-sama,” she pressed.
He had thought the words familiar. “I may have heard them before,” he admitted.
She laughed lightly. “I would think so, Izuna-sama, since you wrote them.”
Madara’s mind was suddenly back when he and Izuna had been youngsters together. Writing poetry had been Izuna’s guilty pleasure. He had kept a small, worn voice recorder in his pocket. Madara remembered them visiting a wilderness for the first time. They had been staring at a waterfall and Madara had wondered why Izuna was putting his hand to his mouth. Then Madara had realised that the recorder was hidden in his hand.
He had read everything Izuna had published or placed in an official record. He had never thought of checking spacers’ songs.
He pulled himself together and smiled. “Perhaps the song is based on one of my poems, Yukie-san, but I am afraid the words must have changed over time.”
She smiled back. “Not really, Izuna-sama. Various scholars have recorded spacer songs at different times during the last millennium. The lyrics are remarkably consistent.”
He needed to change the subject. As soon as he returned to his office, he would research spacer songs. “Maybe this one is an exception, Yukie-san, or perhaps it has been misattributed.”
“Perhaps,” she echoed in a tone that suggested she was unconvinced. “I do not know if you are aware, Izuna-sama, but my degree was in linguistics.”
She had sent him her resume but he could not recall reading it. He had imagined her spending her late adolescence charming her way into journalistic opportunities rather than studying. He decided not to reply.
“It is interesting how your linguistic fingerprint has changed,” she continued. “Indeed quite remarkable. It is almost as is what you wrote then and what you write now are by two completely different people.”
He froze. He could not afford to allow her to go there. Worse, their conversation was being recorded. He forced another smile.
“Perhaps being in stasis for a thousand standards affected the linguistic centres of my brain, Yukie-san,” he suggested. “I believe this is a topic for us to discuss at another time.”
“I intend to discuss it now, Izuna-sama.” This time she stressed the syllables of his, or rather Izuna’s, name, giving voice to her disbelief.
He had to stop the interview. He stood up, intending to walk away. “This is not the subject we had agreed to discuss, Yuki-san.”
“We are on live link to the main media channels,” she warned him. “I suggest you sit down, Uchiha-san.”
Madara hesitated, wondering if it were true or a bluff. Whichever, better that he leave now before she, or he, said anything too incriminating.
“I do not know when, or why, you decided to pursue such an erroneous idea, Yukie-san,” he replied. “The only thing you can hope to achieve is for you to be left looking foolish. By leaving now, I am preventing you throwing away what remains of your journalistic credibility.”
He had hoped to see at least a trace of self-doubt in her eyes but there was none. For a brief moment he considered ordering Kimimaro to destroy the cameras but that would be difficult to explain away. He turned and began walking, signalling Kimimaro to follow.
He had only managed to take three steps when she replied.
“I have analysed the linguistic fingerprints of other full blood Uchiha males, Uchiha-san. One matches yours perfectly.”
He realised she was going to name him. There was no more time for thinking. He stopped and began to turn, as if intending to face her. “Destroy the equipment, Kimimaro,” he whispered. “Start with the sound technician. His backpack probably contains the main transmitter. Ignore what I say unless I use your name.”
In his mind the tactic would work. Kimimaro would start yanking the equipment from the men and destroying it. Yukie Fujikaze would stand there motionless, eyes wide with shock. He would pretend to order Kimimaro to stop but Kimimaro would ignore him.
Even when he heard the sound technician’s bones break he told himself the situation was not irredeemable.
Only Yukie Fujikaze did not freeze with shock. Instead she turned to face one of the cameras.
“That man...” She pointed at him; as if anyone watching could doubt who she meant. “...is Madara Uchiha.”

Haru was with Rin-san in the laboratory when Papa’s voice came over the intercom.
“This is Sasuke. Sumaru-san, I need you at the door between our side and the public side of the park now. Neji-san, Shikamaru-san, you need to be monitoring the media channels. Whoever is on duty, send as many USF personnel as you can to the park and tell the elite fighters to drop what they are doing and do the same.”
He didn’t wait for Rin-san’s permission. Whipping an interface from his pocket, Haru dived towards the nearest socket and plugged in. He had left Sai on his workbench, connected to the hardwired network. By the time he got his earpiece in Sai had recognised the interface and was calling him.
“Haru?”
He pressed the throat mike against the skin of his neck. “Sai,” he subvocalised. “What’s happening?”
“Do I have your permission to access all circuits and channels?”
“Yes. Find out what is going on and tell me.”
He looked over to Rin-san, expecting her to be angry with him. Instead she had taken over the DNA harvesting procedure he had abandoned.
“Use my office,” she told him. “I’ll finish up in here and join you.”
He warned Sai, unplugged and ran to her office, planning what he would have to do to get through her security.
It was not necessary; Sai had activated her system by the time he got there. He plugged in.
“I’ll use your earpiece when it’s me and the speakers for everything else,” Sai told him. “Can you connect up a second visual display?”
Luckily Rin-san often wanted to view more than one thing at a time. Haru began changing the connections. “Has Shi-chan plugged in yet?”
“No, but I have activated the system in the incident room for when he does,” Sai replied. “He is not in his office, but I can detect his and Neji-san’s running footsteps. They are on their way there.”
An image coalesced on Rin-san’s main display. The main picture was video from what Haru thought was the public side of the park. There was the talking head of one of the newscasters in the top right hand corner. Then the speaker activated.
“These are live pictures from the Uchiha compound in Level 1,” the announcer confirmed.
He stared. Izuna-sama’s bodyguard, Kimimaro, was attacking a cameraman. Haru watched as Kimimaro pulled the video cameras from the man’s shoulders, shaking him until the harness came loose. The man was flopping about like a broken doll.
Once the camera was freed Kimimaro stomped on it before turning towards the camera that was trained on him.
Haru wondered what the cameraman had been thinking. Surely he had realised that his cameras made him the obvious next target?
The picture cut out; Haru hoped that the cameraman had taken it off and dropped it on the ground.
“We have lost live coverage. Before the link was broken, reporter Yuki Fujikaze made a startling accusation.”
Video showed Yukie Fujikaze pointing at Izuna-sama. “That man is Madara Uchiha,” she announced.
They cut to a whole screen shot of the newscaster. “While we work to re-establish a live link, we will examine Yukie Fujikaze accusation, which she said was based on a technique called linguistic fingerprinting.”
Haru was not interested in that. He was worried about the cameramen.
“Sai,” he subvocalised, “we need to get medical teams from the medico school to the park.”
There was a momentary pause. “I could pretend to be Shika-san and then tell Shika-san what I have done once he connects to the hardwired network.”
It was a risk; maybe he should wait for Rin-san or hope that someone at the medico school was watching the media channel. Then he thought of the cameraman lying broken on the ground. “Yes, do that.”
What should he do next? He tried to remember what Papa had said; something about Sumaru-san meeting him. “Sai, do you know where Papa is?”
This time the pause was considerably longer. “He is running through the household side of the park towards the gate. He is alone.”
Haru did not like the sound of that.
“Sumaru-san is also running in that direction.”
That made Haru feel a bit better.
“I could produce a visual model based on all the data I have or can collect,” Sai told him. “It will show the best approximation of where people are or where they are heading. Also, there is still information being transmitted from the altercation in the public park. It is being received by the media channels. It is sound only. I could use that.”
Haru tried not to worry about Sai being out there in the media companies’ systems. He decided to think about it only being the Sai-code, like Shika-san used to spy on people. “Yes, please, Sai.”
A diagram appeared on the second display screen. It showed the household and the two parts of the park. There were stationary and moving dots that Haru assumed were people. He grabbed Rin-san’s pointer and targeted one. More data appeared; the name, the location and a brief summary of what the person was doing.
Papa was indeed running through their side of the park. Sumaru-san was catching up to him. None of the other elite fighters were moving in that direction. They were still in two clusters. One was in an airlock; Haru guessed that they had been outside doing repairs. The others were in one of the damaged rooms. Again, Haru guessed that they had to wait for air pressures to equalise before they could leave.
“Haru?”
It was Shi-chan’s voice in his earpiece. Haru almost sobbed with relief. “Kimimaro is hurting people and Papa is on his way there to stop him.”
There was a sharp intake of breath, which did not make Haru feel any better. “I have access to Sai’s model so I can see where people are,” Shi-chan told him. “You were right to give him permission to contact the medico school and impersonate me.”
There was a pause and then Neji-san’s voice came over the speaker; Sai must have activated one of the microphones in the incident room. “We have to stop him, Shika. There is no way any of the other elite fighters can make it there in time. It is an unacceptable level of risk.”
Haru realised that Neji-san meant Papa.
His gut twisted and he felt sick.

Sasuke had set a pace he knew he could maintain. As he ran he imagined what he would do when he arrived. Hopefully the situation would not have escalated too far out of control. Ideally, Madara and Kimimaro would have left and he could do some damage limitation.
If the situation had deteriorated, he would take command of the USF personnel and deal with it.
As he approached the gate to the public side of the park he heard Sumaru behind him. Sasuke drew back the bolts, opened the control panel and put in the code that would release the lock.
The mechanism did not respond. He tried his override code but it still did not open.
The intercom built into the gate clicked. “This is Shikamaru. Please do not enter the public side of the park. It is too dangerous.”
Sasuke stabbed the button. “This is Sasuke. Open the gate, Shika-san, that is an order.”
“This is Neji. Please reconsider, Sasuke-sama. We have limited information about the situation and no way of getting more. Please remain where you are until more elite fighters can reach you.”
“I have Sumaru-san with me. I shall be fine. Open the gate, Shikamaru-san.”
“This is Neji. Hoshi is on her way to you with a radio. At least wait until she reaches you so that we can remain in contact.”
Sasuke paused. “Where is Hoshi now?”
Neji hesitated and Sasuke knew he was considering lying. “She has just left the household,” he admitted reluctantly.
It would take too long. “I shall obtain a radio from one of the USF guards. Shikamaru-san, this is a direct order. Open the gate.”
Finally he replied. “No.”
Annoyance threatened to release the rage that had simmered since the bombing. Sasuke stepped back.
“Break it open, Sumaru-san,” he ordered.
Sumaru stepped forward and kicked the lock. The gate swung open and Sasuke was through.
Sasuke resisted the urge to speed up; it was no good arriving too breathless to be effective. He heard the screaming first. Then he saw a woman running with Kimimaro after her. As Sasuke watched Kimimaro caught her and killed her.
Then he dropped the body and took off after someone else.
Sasuke only hesitated for a moment. “Stop him, Sumaru-san,” he ordered.
Sumaru accelerated away without a backwards glance.

Madara did not know if the transmitter had been operational when Yukie Fujikaze made her accusation. It was possible that Kimimaro had already destroyed it or that it had been a bluff and the recording was only local.
If her words had been transmitted, he was finished. If not, he had one chance.
“Kimimaro-san,” he ordered, “kill all the witnesses.”
At least he had the satisfaction of wiping the look of smug determination off Yukie Fujikaze’s face. Her look of horror when Kimimaro stamped on one of the cameramen, snapping his neck, was most satisfying.
He took advantage of her inattention to close the distance between them, grab her hair and drag her close.
“This is what happens, little girl, when you meddle.”
She looked up at him. For a moment he thought she would spit in his face. “It’s too late, Madara. Everyone knows. You are finished.”
He decided that she was bluffing. “Be careful of what you say. If I am finished then I have nothing to lose.” To make his point he grabbed her breast and squeezed it.
He wished he could risk fucking her but he could not. Kimimaro would kill all the witnesses, including Yukie Fujikaze. Then he would kill Kimimaro. If he was lucky there was no transmitter and he could explain away the incident as Kimimaro reacting to something Yukie Fujikaze had said. It would be bad, but not catastrophic.
If there had been a transmitter then what happened next depended on how much had been received by the media channels before Kimimaro had destroyed it.
Whatever, he would not be able to explain why Yukie Fujikaze had been raped before she had been killed.
No, he would have to settle for this.
He used her hair to turn her head so that she had to watch as Kimimaro hunted people down and slaughtered them. He was remarkably good at it.
It helped that most of them just stood there as if what they were seeing could not be real. Madara assumed that Kimimaro’s inhuman speed and strength contributed to their disbelief.
He began identifying the bodies: the three cameramen; the sound expert; the couple who had been sitting on the bench when they arrived; two of the group of four who had been listening to minstrel and had stayed to eavesdrop on the interview.
The final two had fled. Madara watched as Kimimaro caught up with the first of them.
Where was the minstrel? Madara could not see his body. He did not recall seeing Kimimaro kill him. Minstrels were notoriously slippery. He was probably hiding somewhere.
Kimimaro dropped the woman’s body and set off towards his next target.
Only he did not reach him. Instead he was intercepted by another, equally fast moving, figure.
It was Sumaru, which would have been convenient if he had appeared once Kimimaro had finished disposing of the witnesses. However he had not. There was still the fourth of the group of four, Yukie Fujikaze and the minstrel.
Madara would have to do it himself, but not where Sumaru might see what he was doing. He began dragging Fujikaze over to a group of trees, trying to stay out of Sumaru’s line of sight.
Then he heard Izuna’s voice. “Let her go, Madara.”
The shock loosened his grasp. The woman immediately took her chance, stamped on his instep and twisted away from him. He grabbed at her but only caught her sleeve. She kept going. There was a ripping sound and she was away, leaving him with a handful of silk.
“Madara,” the voice repeated.
He reluctantly turned towards it. For a split second he saw his brother but then his mind stopped playing tricks on him.
It was Sasuke Uchiha.
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