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Early afternoon, day of the soiree; somewhere in Water Country.
Uchiha Fugaku, a man renown as a consummate negotiator and excellent judge of horse flesh; he needed not the empty words of soothsayers. Yet simply because this ridiculous ritual lent comfort to his wife, he deigns allow it. And so, with a nod of his head, their prognostications he accepted with grace. What a colossal waste of time, he thought, as three sour looking old men in funny hats pranced about the carriage after anointing him with aromatic oils.
“The alignment of stars augurs a journey successful,” he remembered them saying. “The constellations herald an event momentous which will alter the course of family history.”
For once, those crazy old men spoke truth, he thinks, as the carriage lurches forward on the return trip. History shall record this journey as the genesis of a powerful dynasty. Through my sons and their sons after them, our name shall endure to a thousand generations.
And now with thirty-seven miles betwixt his entourage and Konoha’s northwestern border, Fugaku ponders a future bright. Into the embrace of sumptuous upholstery he sinks, his thoughts drifting to journey’s end; surrounded by a loving family, their eyes alight with pride as the master plan for a legacy everlasting is unveiled. Slack hands lay atop the solander in his lap, as ruminations fanciful skip further ahead. His eyes slip closed as Fugaku settles in, envisioning that special time tonight, when the household lay quiet, as the lamps are extinguished in the secret of his bedchamber. The light of the full moon, illumining soft curves and needy hands; pillows of silk, wantonly adorned with the unbound ebony hair of his love most true. There in the shelter of devotion unbridled will coherent thought cease and senses overwhelm manners. There would he drink his fill of velvety supple lips and perfumed bosoms, until the night air becomes thick with huffed noises of pleasure and pain and the musky fragrance of arousal transcends eloquence.
Ah yes … tonight. All hail the conquering hero indeed.
From imaginings pleasant is he jostled, an unanticipated yaw sending the solander crashing to the floor. Yet ere his ire rises, the carriage resumes its comforting rock and sway. Gilt edged pedigrees strewn about his feet, are carefully gathered and tucked away. For now, a clitter of iron stirrups, the rumble of wooden wheels and the clatter of hoofbeats upon worn earthen paths will suffice as his concerto of victory. Once more he leans back, a fey grin cemented upon his lips. Eyelids heavy with fatigue he permits succumb to gravity’s persistent tugs; as slumber’s silken cords bind him, a proud chin dips toward chest.
Recherché
“Oi! You gonna sleep your life away, Ruka?”
Scarcely a proper shield against afternoon light, the lump beneath the covers shifts as it pulls the thin sheet over his face. “Five more minutes.”
“Nothing doing. Look alive,” he said clapping his hands above Iruka’s ear.
“Tetsu, you do realize that’s irritating, right?”
“Is it? Well, how bout this,” he asked, poking his finger into the drowsy man’s arm, “is this more, or less irritating than the clapping?”
Iruka inched away pleading as he went, “Can’t you leave me be for just ten more minutes? I promise--”
“Nope," he laughed as the poking resumed, "time’s a wastin,’ I’ll have no more of your promises. Come along, rise and shine, up and at ‘em … and all that.”
“We’ve four hours before we need to be anywhere,” Iruka mumbles, "fifteen more minutes can't possibly be a damage.”
"Enough of your sass! Here’s the deal, I’m going to the kitchen and if you aint up when I get back... you’ll regret it.”
“Yes, yes, whatever you say my tocsin most beneficent.”
“Hey! Name calling makes it worse, Ruka.”
Recherché
Early afternoon, day of the soiree; the woods of Konoha
In the forests, warm, still and quiet, he feels them; their presence strong and cold as they measure his steps from encampments hidden. Behind stands of wild grasses, from the hollows of trees long decayed, they watch. A contrary wind whistles through the branches and once more, Izumo sharply turns, ducking behind a tree and scanning the landscape; again, there is nothing to see. Stomping through a cluster of toadstools, he steps back onto the path. Still his eyes dart hither and yon even as he bends down to retrieve the bundle by his feet.
A grown man hiding from shadows like a scared child. Come now, he scolds himself, this is ridiculous!
Still, every skitter of leaves and each crunch of twigs beneath his feet forces him cast furtive glances o’er his shoulder. He quickens the pace along the foot worn path thinking,
Am I surprised conscience buffets me? To his face, I give meaningless affirmations of confidence; behind his back, I am in league with a stranger, plotting ways to test his mental competence. May the gods protect me until I can properly confess.
As he scurries along the path, massive black bodies are zigzagging through marshes damp; their glistening eyes recording the distance remaining to his destination, their hairless tails, telegraphing data to their brethren just ahead.
Recherché
As Fugaku falls deeper into sleep, memory doth rehearse itself. Striding down a torch lit corridor, he sees himself ushered into the arena of battle. Standing tall and proud, his expression never changing, even as he hears them whispering behind their hands.
“Surely this old man isn’t the pigeon,” they said. “If he is, then what a letdown; almost like stealing a baby’s candy.”
Others spoke out boldly, pity dripping as honey from their lips, “Now, now,” said they, “mayhaps this old timer has wandered into the wrong room. Go on then, show him a kindness and direct him elsewhere.” One dared draw close, taunting as he squatted down to say, “Oi, jiji, you’re in the wrong place. This is a serious meeting, one that will likely drag on past your bedtime. What say you shuffle off to a waiting rocking chair, eh?”
With a sly chuckle does he lean forward, elbows pressed to the table, fingers steepled before his lips as the door behind him opens. There’s a scuff of soft slippers as the elders enter the hall; conversation ceases as everyone, except Fugaku, leaps from their seats.
The elders fall to their knees, in anguish they cry out, “Lord Uchiha of Konoha. May the gods have mercy upon us! Our sons are brainless seed of vapid women; they had no idea to whom they were speaking. Please my Lord, lay not to our charge this great dishonor!”
A wave of his hand silences the flood of apologies and bitter regret of the angry young men as they are escorted from the room. And in the end, without much effort on his part, Fugaku walks away with more than expected … six for the price of three.
As another slow smile tracks over his lips, beyond the quiet environs of the carriage, rapid hoof beats and loud voices joggle him awake.
“My Lord,” shouts his captain, “twenty riders under banner approach! The rearguard has advanced and the archers have taken up their positions.”
At once, the solander is thrown into a concealed compartment beneath the bench from which Fugaku extracts a pearl hilt tanto.
So, they’ve come to take what is rightfully mine, have they?
Time to show them what this old man is made of.
Recherché
Early afternoon, day of the soiree; the cabin in the woods
Twice came rebuffs couched with lopsided snickers and slurred refusals; there would not be a third time. Snatching away the thin sheet, Kotetsu leans down, a pitcher of cold water hovering inches above Iruka’s forehead.
“Either get up or get doused … it's your choice sleeping beauty.”
Beneath him, heavy eyelids flutter open; he finds it difficult distinguishing between the pitcher’s bottom and the arm that held it. Closing his eyes once more, Iruka mumbles, “Well then, I choose five more minutes.”
“Wrong response and you know why,” he said inching the container closer. “When your cousin gets here and finds us screwing around, he's gonna whinge about it all night.”
“I think not, Tetsu,” he said with a languid stretch and slow-moving smile. “Once he sees how relaxed I am, he’ll be pleased.”
“Are you kiddin’ me? Zumo is a man obsessed with punctuality and responsibility. For goodness sake, he posts daily chore lists and timetables all over the cabin--”
“Surely, he’ll make an exception for me, ‘sides,” he said reaching for the sheet, “I never woulda done this if you hadn’t talked me into it.”
“And if I’d known you were gonna act like this, I never woulda suggested it. Now, are you gonna get up or what?”
Iruka scooched further away from the droplets of cold water dripping on his forehead. “Fine … I’m up! Happy now?”
“Not yet. Up means eyes open and feet on the floor--”
“Tetsu! My sheets are already soaked with your sweat and now you literally intend to drown me? That’s hardly sporting--”
“What about me, huh?” With a bang, the pitcher slams down on the bedside table. "I was sweatin’ like a farm animal cause I practically carried you all the way from town. Sure I pulled a muscle too ... tryna get your clothes off, wrestlin’ ya into bed, not to mention, crawling out from under your solid weight--”
“Wait! You sayin’ I’m fat?” Iruka levered himself upward with a huff, “Need I remind you again that this was your idea? And here I thought you were my good friend--”
“I’ll be your dearly departed, good friend if Zumo finds you lolling about, jelly boned and grinning like an idiot.”
“But, isn’t this,” he gestured to his torpid body, “what you hoped for when you took me--?”
“Actually, it was a thousand times better. It’s not every day the staid Dr. Umino gets kicked outta an establishment for lewd behavior--”
“Yes," he chuckled while drawing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them, " irony abounds. A place like that, you'd think they'd be accustomed to loud grunts and moans--”
“Sounds of pleasure weren’t the problem… it was all that caterwaulin’ that did you in Ruka.”
“For the last time, Tetsu, I wasn’t that loud--”
“Wanna bet? Hell, everybody in the joint knew you were gettin’ your kinks worked out--”
“You make it sound … scandalous.” Throwing aside the light sheet, he maneuvered himself to sit at the edge of the mattress. “There was this large, angry man pounding away at my body, how was I supposed to respond? And damned if didn't keep zeroing in on a small bundle of nerves in my … well, can’t say I remember much after he hit a certain spot--”
“Ruka, after a blood curdling yell, you passed out. You know how embarrassing that was for me?”
“Indeed, what boorish behavior,” came the snide remark. “I do hope forgiveness is within your reach.”
Kotetsu thoughtfully stroked at his goatee, “Hmm ... it was funny as hell, Ruka so, I’ll give ya that.”
They looked to each other and burst out laughing.
“Sadder than anything,” Iruka said, “it’s been ages since anyone manipulated my body that way--”
“Explains why you’re such a tight ass all the time.”
Stifling a yawn and stretching his arms above his head, Iruka landed a purposely accidental punch to Kotetsu’s shoulder. “That last comment aside, reckon I am glad you talked me into it.”
“Come again? That kinda sounded like you were tryna say that when I’m right, I’m right … am I right?”
“Fine. I'd forgotten how relaxing a soak in the hot springs and a massage could be, so thanks for suggesting it, okay?"
"Ah, there’s a good man; gratitude, looks good on ya Ruka. Now let’s get moving. You'll splash more cold water on your face, we'll get some hot tea in your belly and you'll be fine. Oh, and not a word of this to Zumo--"
“We’ll have to say something eventually, after all, he holds the purse strings. Man oh man, he's gonna pitch a fit when he finds how much money we--”
“Relax, I already got that bit sorted. First, I tell him we went to the cathouse and then--”
“What? Why would you--?”
“I know you chuckle heads better than you know yourselves, just trust there’s a method to the madness. Zumo is as wound up about this 'maybe' meeting with Hatake as you are. Sure, he’ll blow up, but letting him get it out of his system now benefits all of us in the long run. We’ll be cool, calm and collected tonight, better able to focus on the matter at hand, you know … killing Hatake?”
Notes:
Deign (obsolete): to condescend (to yield, assent).
Augur: to serve as an omen or promise of; foreshadow, betoken.
Tocsin: (archaic) for alarm bell.
Clitter: make a thin, vibratory rattling sound.
Yaw: temporary deviation from a straight course.
Jiji (Japanese): “old geezer.”
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