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When A Heart Cracks	By : SirGeneralSir Category: Naruto AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 45420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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CH 2 On the move
Kakashi watched the other man, the latter still clearly grinning under his mask, several questions churning in his mind. Are the legends true? What could have caused the Dragon to accept a mission request, much less so openly? Are they even shinobi?
Before Kakashi could ask any of his questions, Naruto spoke up with confusion apparent in his voice.
“The dragon village? I've never heard of it. What are you doing here?”
Akio shook his head, still smiling slightly. “It is a bit of a long story, and I will tell it to you in time. For now, we should attend to the injured.
With your consent of course, Kakashi-san, we would be honoured to help.”
Kakashi nodded, turning his head to look over at the caravan. He could tell that a number of the merchants were injured, some minor, others more critical. “It would help a lot if you and your medics assisted, considering how fast Naruto was healed means your subordinate must be very skilled.
However, even though the Fire and Demon countries are allies, you must understand that your people must be accompanied by mine.”
“Of course, one must always be cautious, even amongst allies. Please, ask of us what you will,” said Akio, gesturing to himself and the rest of his team.
“Very well, our best bet is to work from the centre, where the actual fighting took place. Naruto, Ino, Yamato, and Kiba will take four of your people and work towards the back of the caravan.
From there, we will head to the front, treating the most heavily injured as we go. Is this acceptable?”
“It is, we shall aid you as you have requested.”
Bishamon stood facing both men gaining their attention. “Sirs, with your permission, I request to be the one that is at Naruto-san's side.”
Kakashi nodded his approval and the teams jumped to the centre of the caravan and split up. They examined the wounded, treating only the more critically injured civilians as they made their way along the wooden vehicles.
While the medics and the other ninja treated the wounded, the twelve archers made their way across the stone bridge, four of them carrying the palanquin, heading towards the convoy at a steady pace. This too, did not go unnoticed by Kakashi, but after the way the Dragon ninja and the archers had all helped to defend the merchants and their wagons, he saw little reason to worry.
Ino, Yamato, Kiba, and Akamaru formed a team with three more of the foreign ninja. Two men, one wearing a silver-blue mask and the other a green one and a woman with a white mask. Along with Naruto and Bishamon, they moved towards the back of the caravan treating the injured.
As they worked, they found a young man, propped against the wheel of one of the wagons, his blue shirt soaked with blood.
In his hand was a shovel also covered in blood, the body of a bandit at his feet. The bandit's body was covered with gashes and the back of his head was crushed, bludgeoned to death by the man’s shovel.
The woman in the white mask was the first to reach the wounded man, and knelt beside him. When she opened his shirt though, she stopped, raising her gaze to meet his, sorrow shimmering in her eyes.
“I – it's bad, isn't it?” He said in a voice tight with pain and exhaustion, tears beginning to trickle down his face and panic starting to set in.
The woman cupped the side of his face gently with her hand, her gray eyes looking steadily into pained brown ones, before leaning in until her head was next to his and speaking in a clear, soft voice. “I'm sorry. The pain will be excruciating, and there's nothing I can do. I'd say you have an hour, at most. I can end it for you if you wish, but know this. If you refuse, the pain will only get worse, and all anyone will be able to do is sit and watch you suffer, knowing they cannot help you.”
Tears welled in the woman's eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks. “If you let me, you will not have to go through that pain, or see the pain on your friends faces, while they watch you suffer.”
The man took in as deep a breath as the excruciating pain allowed as the reality of it all sank in. He turned his head to look at her, giving the woman a nod of permission.
She slid behind the man, one arm under his chin, while she used the other hand to stroke his head. She was prepared, but he stopped her with a question. “Miss, what is your name?”
She sat there for a moment, gathering herself for what she had to do, still stroking his head as she answered. “It's Cho.”
“That's a pretty name. Thank you, Cho-Sama.”
With that, there was a loud snapping sound as Cho broke his neck, ending his life and his suffering. After it was over, she still sat there, stroking the now-dead man's head as tears continued to trickle down to soak into the cloth of her mask.
Both Ino and Kiba were shocked that this woman had just killed the young man, and were about to protest when the green-masked shinobi put a hand on their shoulders, his head lowered as he shook it to stop them. Seeing their reactions, Cho opened the man's shirt to reveal the wound.
His stomach was torn open, the contents of his abdomen spilling out from his body. If he didn't die from the blood loss, he would have died from his organs shutting down, one by one.
Ino instantly hid her face in the masked man's chest. He put a comforting arm around the pale blond as he spoke. “What would you have done differently? I'm not a medic, but even I know that he would have died a very painful death. The choice was his to make, and in the face of such things, I would have preferred to die quickly from an act of mercy. It is better to die than to suffer needlessly while your friends watch helplessly, knowing there was nothing they could do to save you.”
Ino looked up at the man that towered over her by at least a head, his green eyes full of sadness as he looked over at his team mate. “She refused to make that choice once. It was her brother. The pain became too much for him and he begged her to kill him, to end the suffering and the pain, but she wouldn't. He had to do it himself.”
Cho stood up, shifting the man's body from his sitting position to the ground and crossing his arms over his chest. Looking in the wagon, she found a blanket and placed it over him.
“Let's go, Juro. That is all in the past, just like this is now,” the woman said, not even attempting to hide the sadness in her voice.
Naruto and his mixed team were about halfway done with their part of the caravan when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, listening intently. Then, just as quickly, the blond leapt to the back of the caravan, the others following close behind thinking there might be something wrong.
“What is it Naruto? Is there an enemy?” Kiba asked, looking around, expecting a fight.
Not bothering to answer him, the Jinchuuriki stared at a large wagon. It had a cloth cover over it with several holes that could only have been caused by the fighting that took place. He climbed onto the back and moved the curtain that was serving as a door. Inside, he saw the bodies of at least three people, all pierced with numerous arrows, kunai, and shuriken.
Sitting near the opening was an old woman, a small trickle of blood coming out of her mouth. She slowly looked over at Naruto, a weak smile forming as dull blue eyes locked on the boy's bright ones.
“You're a good boy, aren't you? Yes, I can tell that you're a good boy. I can see it in your eyes. Would you take care of something for me?” Her voice was weak and raspy when she spoke.
Naruto just looked at her, suddenly reminded of Chiyo, the old lady from Suna that resurrected Gaara at the cost of her own life.
The blond noticed something moving in the old woman's arms and moving closer, saw that she held a baby wrapped in a white cloth, wearing a light blue onesie suit. The baby appeared to be about a year old, give or take a few months, and was watching Naruto curiously, light brown eyes staring for a bit before moving back to the old woman's face.
As the blond watched the baby, he suddenly felt the woman's hand on the left side of his face. She was still smiling, though her eyes were closed. As carefully as she could, the old woman passed the baby to Naruto, her other hand still on his face. “You will take care of him for me, won't you? A good boy like you will watch over my grandson, Michio-chan. You would do this for an old woman, won't you?”
It was at that moment that he noticed the woman had at least three kunai stuck in her back that he could see. Naruto nodded, know what she was asking of him. “I will protect him for as long as I'm needed.”
As he spoke, the woman's hand fell from his face as she slumped over. Little Michio looked at her, then up at the young man holding him, and started to cry, pointing at his grandmother as if pleading with him.
“I know, Michio-chan, I know,” was the only answer Naruto had, a few tears sliding down his cheeks while he held the little boy closer to him, trying to reassure him that everything would be alright. Moving backwards, he climbed out of the wagon, with the baby in his arms.
Bishamon climbed in to check on the woman. Though dead, she was still smiling, as if she knew her grandson was in good hands.
“She was a strong woman, she should have been dead long ago, but she held on to make sure her grandson was cared for. May her spirit find the peace she deserves in the afterlife.”
After removing the kunai from her back, the older man gently picked the old woman's body up bridal-style. he placed her on the ground next to the wagon, crossing her arms over her chest and covering her with a blanket.
“Here Naruto, why don't you let me have him?” said Ino, holding out her arms for the baby.
“Yeah, this is as close as I will get to anything like this,” muttered Naruto under his breath.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, it's nothing. I just meant that I have a lot of work to do! We have to make sure that everyone gets the medical treatment they need. Then there's all the work back home rebuilding. Who has time for things like that, right?” he said, giving her a squinty-eyed grin.
Kiba and Ino shrugged the boy's odd behaviour as Naruto just being himself, but Yamato and the Dragon warriors didn't buy it. Bishamon eyed the young man, the look obvious that Naruto's large smile was a mask, hiding the pain he hid deep inside where no one could see it.
When Naruto handed the baby over, Michio looked back and forth from his guardian to Ino before reaching up and grabbing the long lock of hair the girl always had hanging down the side of her face. The little boy was almost mesmerized by the hair in his hands. The kunoichi couldn't help but squeal over how cute the little boy was as he played with her hair and started babbling.
The little boy tried to show the hair to Naruto, only to see the older boy walking away. Instantly, he tear up and began to cry reaching for the young man as he squirmed in Ino's arms.
“Hey. Hey now, what's the matter, Michio-chan?” Ino asked, before she saw the way the baby was reaching for Naruto.
“Umm... Naruto, I think someone wants you,” she said, slightly embarrassed at how the statement came out.
Naruto turned around to see his friend standing behind him, holding an upset little boy that kept reaching out to him, as if pleading for the older boy to take him back.
“Naruto-san, it would appear that you are not permitted to leave him in the care of someone else without being within his sight,” said Bishamon, in an almost mocking tone.
“What do you mean?” the confused boy asked.
“He means that the woman put him in your arms, so Michio won't trust anyone else for awhile and is going to fuss and cry until he's with you again. He wants to stay with you,” answered Ino as she transferred the baby back, into a startled Naruto's arms.
“But...I don't know anything about taking care of a baby!” Naruto protested, looking down wide-eyed, at the little boy snuggling contently against his chest.
“I guess I can help you with that, and I'm sure Hinata or Sakura would be willing to show you a few things too.” said Ino, rubbing the side of her head in annoyance.
“It's not like I will really need that much. I mean, there must be a relative either in the caravan or in Konoha, so once we find them, they can take care of him, right?”
The team continued checking out the rest of the convoy. In total, there were only six deaths. Seven people needed emergency treatment and another five only had minor injuries.
“Oi Naruto.” Kakashi waved his subordinate over.
“I talked with the leader of the Caravan to see if he could find anyone that knew the old woman or the child, It turned out that they were not originally part of the group.
The convoy had found the woman walking along the road, and offered her a ride in one of the wagons. She had told them that she was going to be meeting her son and his wife once they arrived in Konoha in three weeks' time, but no one knew who they were.
I’m sorry but it looks like you are going to have to play babysitter for now.”
“I understand Kakashi sensei, I will do what I can for him.”
“When we reach Konoha, There we will figure out what to do with Michio-Chan.”
After an hour of prepping, the convoy was ready to move again. The Dragons were huddled around the palanquin talking to whomever it was that had managed to employ them. The Konoha shinobi soon gathered around them as well while keeping a respectable distance.
Kakashi was clearly curious to know who it was that could convince the Dragon Village to take on a mission, and what it was that they sought in Konoha.
Akio quickly exchanged a few words with the person inside before approaching the Konoha Jounin. “Is there something you require of us, Kakashi-san?”
“Actually yes there is. I would like to know just who it is that was able to hire the almost mythical Dragon village, and what business they have with our Village. Until I get these answers, I'm afraid we cannot allow you to continue.”
“You would stand in our way, though our countries are allies, to ensure that we pose no threat towards your village? Indeed a commendable act. I can only give you my word of honour as a warrior that our intentions are not hostile, and should that of our employer be, we would once again be bound by that same honour to stand by your side.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, but I still need to know who is inside that palanquin and what they want with Konoha.”
Akio only gave Kakashi a friendly smile from under his mask and turned to face the palanquin and the new person now standing outside of it.
Standing there was a young woman, about eighteen years old, wearing a red silk kimono and a white haori top with red trimming along the neck and shoulders. On top of her blonde hair was a golden crown. Purple eyes gave off a clear sense of a very kind-hearted person.
“Shion!!” yelled Naruto, his eyes lighting up over seeing one of his precious people that he hadn't seen in a long time.
The pretty girl ran right up to the blonde, giving him a big hug, the boy shifting his body so that they wouldn't accidentally crush little Michio, who was still in Naruto's arms.
It was so strong and forceful that Naruto could feel her breasts pressing against him, so much so that he knew it wasn't meant to be innocent. Her breasts were nicely shaped mounds that she eagerly pressed into him. Feeling them pressed against his body, a part of Naruto wished he hadn't pretended to have been so clueless about her secret offer to him almost a year ago.
“Naruto, it's so good to see you again! I've missed you so much.”
“Really? You missed me that much eh? Well, that's good, 'cause I've missed you too Shion-Chan” said the grinning Jinchuuriki.
Still holding him, Shion looked down at the baby that was playing with a lock of her hair.
“Oh my. Who is this? Is - is he yours, Naruto?” the Priestess nervously asked.
“No Miko-sama, this child is a survivor of the attack. His grandmother entrusted Naruto with protecting him before she died of injures that occurred during the fight,” Bishamon corrected.
Shion’s face fell hearing about the child’s loss of his grandmother.
“I'm sorry to interrupt this little reunion, but I would still like to know why you are heading to Konoha and how you were able to employ the Dragon Village, of all the known shinobi clans.” Kakashi said smiling slightly under his mask.
“Of course Hatake-san. I have decided that I would like to personally see Konoha and the state it is in, in order to make arrangements to directly aid your Village in any way that I can. I also explained to the warriors that stand before you how I view the Konoha ninja because of the incident with that demon, Moryo. Because I believe that Konoha has some of the most compassionate, trustworthy and loyal of all ninja. But also because this is, forgive the expression, a mission of mercy to your Village. They agreed to accept my request because they felt it was a worthy one.” said Shion with a smile, while looking back at Naruto.
“Excuse me, Miko-sama, Kakashi-san. Since we are all headed towards the same destination, would it be acceptable for our two groups to travel together? Considering it is clear there is a small history here, I would also like to get to know you and your subordinates, so that we might have an idea of what to expect from your people, if that is acceptable with the two of you.” Akio asked looking between the two.
“Well, as long as you're with us. Having more bodies to help protect the caravan and watch each others' backs would make it very beneficial for us to travel together, especially considering how we are allies,” said Kakashi with a shrug, glancing over at the convoy.
Shion nodded her approval, winding her arms around Naruto's free one as the two youths moved away, walking towards the caravan.

Within minutes, the convoy was on the move. Bishamon never more than a few feet from Naruto, staying close to him as the now-combined ninja force mixed together. Akio and Kakashi were at the head of the caravan, making idle chitchat from time to time.
The Miko stayed attached to Naruto's arm until Michio began to fuss, prompting the Jinchuuriki to shift the baby so that he was holding him in both arms, the child snuggling comfortably against his chest.
Naruto could feel the eyes of four people on him. Playing to his typical role of 'idiot', he pretended to be oblivious to the attention.
‘Sakura, Ino and Hinata have been watching me ever since I got Michio-Chan. Not surprising all things considered, but they will have to be disappointed. But why is Bishamon? At least the feel from his glances didn't have any of the affection that the girls are projecting at me, this is something different, but I can’t identify what it is exactly.’
Shortly before the sun started to set, the caravan found a good location to set up camp for the night. Tomorrow, they would reach Konoha by late afternoon or early evening, assuming that nothing delayed them during that time.
Naruto was sitting on a log in the camp site Kakashi had chosen for the group, taking food out of his pack, when Michio started to fuss, whining for a bit before out-right crying.
“Oh great Naruto, what did you do to make him cry now?” Sakura asked, jokingly.
“I didn't do anything, Sakura-chan. I was just holding him when he started crying! I don't know what's wrong with him,” he said, defensively.
“N-Naruto-kun, have you checked him yet?” asked Hinata, blushing slightly.
“What do you mean, check him? Why would he need a check? He's too young to have a bank account.”
“She means check his diaper, baka. He might need to be changed,” Ino stated, folding her arms in her usual superior manner.
“Even if he does, I don't have anything to change him with.” Looking down, Naruto noticed a bit of drool inching down the baby's chin and went to wipe it off with his hand. The moment he was within reach of Michio's mouth though, the baby chomped down on his index finger.
Despite being so young, Michio already had a few teeth, which were now dug into Naruto's poor finger. Not knowing how to get the little boy to let go without hurting him, the older boy turned to the girls, the look on his face begging for help.
Sakura and Ino burst out laughing, while Hinata covered her mouth with one of her hands at the sight of Naruto's pleading, wide eyes and his finger held captive in a small child's mouth.
“Ha ha ha ha! Well, I guess that answers the question, doesn't it, Naruto?” Sakura said, fighting her laughter in order to both talk and breathe.
Naruto was still holding his breath, trying not to yell in pain and his face beginning to turn blue, when one of the silver-blue-masked shinobi sat down next to him and put a gentle hand on the one the abused finger was attached to. “Ta, Michio-chan, ta.”
Reluctantly, the baby let go of the Jinchuuriki's finger, once again starting to fuss and cry. It was clear the little boy was hungry.
“Wow, how did you do that??” Sakura asked, stunned that with so few words, the man had been able to get Michio to let go.
“Being the father of six children, you learn a few tricks. When you seen as many infants as I have, you learn to understand their expressions and cries. It's the only way they have of telling you what's wrong. By the way, I am Hiroshi. It's a pleasure to meet you, Naruto-san.”
Naruto exhaled hard, a little dizzy from holding his breath and keeping in several curses over the pain. Examining his finger, he was relieved to see that there was no blood. For one thing, it would be a good thing for Michio to consume.
While the blonde was anxiously checking his finger, Bishamon had taken a seat on Naruto's other side and pulled out a summoning scroll, all the while watching the youth and the baby.
“You don't have anything that he could eat, do you, Naruto-san,” said the stocky nin, more of a statement than a question.
“Nuh-uh. Everything I have would be too hard for him to eat. I didn't even bring any ramen. Most of my food is dehydrated stuff that would last longer.”
Bishamon placed his hand on the scroll and, in a puff of smoke, various items and foodstuffs covered the surface. There was what looked to be three canteens, four thermoses, and at least a dozen rice balls on a plate. A second plate boasted twelve fish on skewers.
Taking the top off a canteen with a pull-top nozzle, the Dragon nin poured out some of the contents, then opened one of the thermoses. After test-sniffing the contents, he slowly added half of it to the canteen.
From what Naruto could see, it looked like some kind of soup broth that didn't appear to have any solid chunks in it. Replacing the top on the canteen, Bishamon give it a good shake to mix the contents together, then tugged the nozzle up and took a sip to test the warmth and taste. Finding it acceptable, he handed it to the blond.
“Here. It's not milk, but it should do for now. You just have to make sure he takes it nice and slow, since it's not a baby bottle.”
Once Michio had the replacement bottle, he quickly began to drink from it as if his life depended on it.
Michio taken care of, the stocky nin moved to take care of the fire, while Hiroshi headed off to get their sleeping gear out. Now that Naruto was alone with the baby, Hinata quickly took a seat next to him. After having confessed her feelings for the energetic youth, she had become more confident and even sometimes rather bold, though she still had that little stutter of hers when starting a conversation, from time to time.
Not long after, Shion joined them, sitting down on the other side of the blonde. Sakura and Ino sat across from them, and the four of them watched Michio and talked to each other about random things. Naruto never took his eyes off the baby, who had finally fallen asleep. Both the Hyuuga heiress and the priestess noticed the sleeping child, and saw the small smile on the older boy's face as he held his charge.
“You know Naruto, you're not bad with children. Have you ever thought of having some yourself one day?” Shion asked, smiling slightly. Hoping her friend would take the hint, but to the girls surprise, Naruto's smile faded away, leaving blank neutrality in its place. For some reason, something about the priestess' question upset him.
“I-is something wrong, Naruto-kun?” Hinata’s voice not even phasing him.
Naruto didn't answer right away. Then, as if nothing had happened, he smiled that bright grin of his at her. “Not at all Hinata-Chan, I just really have to take a leak. Can someone take Michio-chan so I can go do that?”
Right away, the Hyuuga heiress reached out to take the baby, settled him on her lap, and started cuddling him. Shion slid over after Naruto got up, in order to have a better look at the little boy.
The whiskered blond looked down at the girls, a small smile appearing slowly over the way they watched the baby, then began to move away. After a few steps towards the woods, he called back over his shoulder. “You know, it's probably better this way. Girls are much better at taking care of kids than guys are.”
As soon as he said that, Naruto was holding his head in futile self-protection as Sakura appeared out of nowhere, slamming her fist down on the top of his head and knocking him to the ground as she yelled in typical fury. “And just what is that supposed to mean?!”
“Ow, Sakura-chan, what was that for? I was just saying that girls are better at taking care of kids than boys are,” he repeated, still trying to cover his head since the pink-haired tyrant was winding up to swing at him again. However, before she could unleash her powerful fist, someone grabbed her wrist and forced her to stop.
Bishamon was standing beside her, holding the high-strung girl's arm in place with little difficulty, a very serious look in his eyes. “Naruto-san, you had better hurry up. You don't want to be the one using Michio-Chan’s diapers do you?”
“Oh right, I will be back after I find a good place where no one can see me!” With that, Naruto vanished into the growing shadows caused by the setting sun. Sakura was just about to head back to the fire when she felt a small tug on her arm. The Dragon nin was still holding on to her.
“Sakura, do not do that to him again.”
“Oh, that? It's just Naruto. There's nothing to worry about,” she replied, looking over at the camp and not really paying any attention. Then she felt a slight pain in her arm.
When she looked at Bishamon again, his eyes had changed from their usual brown to a luminous emerald green with black reptilian slits for pupils. There was no doubt the man was deadly serious. When he spoke, his voice had deepened, with the slightest hint of a raspy growl weaving through the syllables. “I am giving you fair warning, little girl. Do not hit him again.”
Fear snaked through the girl when she saw that the Dragon nin wasn't kidding. Before she could say anything, he closed his eyes for a moment, reigning in his temper. When he opened them again, they were once again brown, and his voice was normal when he spoke. “When do you stop hitting him? When you are no longer able to? Perhaps when he is dead, because you killed him with one too many strikes? But then, why does he let you, when he could evade them so easily?”
Dismissing the childish kunoichi, Bishamon released her and turned away to follow Naruto.
Bishamon soon found his quarry in a clearing, the blond looking up at the appearing stars, his face void of expression. Naruto didn't acknowledge Bishamon's presence, even when the man stood next to him.
“Looks like the start of a nice night,” his shadow said, looking up at the stars.
“Yeah,” was Naruto's only reply.
“You are troubled about something, Naruto-san. I can see it, though I do not know what.”
The Jinchuuriki looked up at him, once again hiding behind a sunny grin. “Oh not at all Bishamon-san, I'm perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong at all!”
The stocky nin could tell Naruto was hoping he would buy the act. Instead, he just returned to studying the evening sky.
“You cannot fool me, let alone my brothers and sisters with that act, Naruto-san. Perhaps it is because we do not know you as well as your friends do, that we do not have years of seeing that mask you put on your face. Sometimes talking to friends and loved ones is the hardest thing one can do, because you have to worry about how they will then see you. But then, what does it matter how a stranger will see you? If you should wish to finally let it all out, know that my brothers and sisters are here, and we are still strangers to you.”
With that said, the strangely formal man started to walk away slowly, giving Naruto time to consider his words and perhaps voice his pain.
“Bishamon, why do you care?”
“Why? Why not? Just because we are strangers from different Villages in different countries does not mean that my life, your life, or someone else's life, is any less valuable. We all have dreams and desires that we all strive to achieve. I am talking to the Naruto-san with dreams and desires. Not the shinobi but the person.”
“What would you do if someone told you, that one of your biggest dreams could never come true? Not because you couldn't do it, but because it was extremely dangerous to others. That the ones you care about would be in danger. That they might be hurt or killed because of it, and that is why you can't have it?” Naruto said, tears welling up and spilling over to trickle down his cheeks as he began to pour his heart out to this strange, oddly gentle man.
“I would stand firm. I would find a way to make that dream come true. I would face the danger, and make myself stronger, so that I could make sure that my loved ones would not be harmed. I would fight it head-on with my friends and loved ones at my side so that together, it would come true.”
“What if you were the danger?”
TBC

Translations
-san : honorific basically meaning 'Mr.', 'Miss', 'Mrs.' , used between perceived equals
-sama : a markedly more respectful version of -san, used mainly to refer to people much higher in rank than oneself or for people one greatly admires
-chan : honorific used for babies, small children, and teenage girls
-kun : honorific used for male children or teenage boys; also used for males one has an emotional attachment to or that one has known for a long time
(Note: some honorifics are dropped when individuals are close friends, or between family members, or as a sign of disrespect. Hence, the lack of some honorifics throughout the story.)
Miko: priestess
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