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Recherché: Ring O'Ring of Roses. Pocketful of Posies
Recherché

Makibishi Bosky … was Konoha’s first line of defense from days of old.
This densely populated, five miles long area of evergreens had alternately served as a base for the monks guarding the Daimyo and locus of control for samurai and an immigration checkpoint. The mounted patrol took over the Daimyo’s residence years ago, maintaining it as a station house and temporary holding center. Nowadays, it is but a mile marker and point of interest for travelers.
Historical records provide this was an area birthed of necessity. Three large families, the Senju, Hyuga and Nara, reportedly ringed their properties with saplings to keep them safe from the land grabbing Uchiha clan. Legend claims the trees in this area sprung up to their current height in one night because of the monk’s continuous prayers and a spell cast by the Hyuga. The then Governor of the territory, Senju Hisao, ordered a horticultural excavation to lay to rest these fables which were stifling trade with nations to the north. It concluded the bones of a thousand samurai warriors fertilized and nourished this, the richest soil in Konoha.
But that discovery only gave strength to the folklore, leading many to believe the trees were possessed of sentiency.
Even to this day, citizens credit these woods with the ability to judge the thoughts and intents of all who enter. If a heart is filled with good, a traveler can make it to the other side unscathed, but if evil, the woods would rain down pine needles of iron upon them.
Nary a man in the entourage would ever admit they accepted as true these superstitions, nonetheless, every one of them offered up silent thanks to the gods for safe passage. And as they gathered around the carriage, Fugaku stood on the running board for another ritual instituted by his wife; the selection of a volunteer to precede the caravan and announce the lord of the manor’s imminent return. It started as a private joke between the lord and lady Uchiha with Fugaku questioning whether the advance warning was sufficient for potential suitors to scale down the manor walls.
“Just barely,” Mikoto always said.
Smiling at the memory as a volunteer stepped forward, Fugaku points to the lucky young man saying, “Make haste! Inform Lady Uchiha beware, for the Master approaches. And as the one designated to carry the power of my name, you will order the cooks to bring forth choice foods and wine, for tonight … we celebrate!”
This was always met with cheers and loud whoops as the rider took off at high speed toward the compound.
Under the light of a moon inordinately huge and bright, his men brimmed with jubilation as the caravan begins rolling toward home and hearth.
It took less than fifty minutes before the messenger returned breathless.
On heavy night air floated the noise of angry voices; above the squeal of carriage brakes, Fugaku pokes his head out the window:
“What goes on out there?”
“Trouble not, my Lord … the runner stands before us moonstruck."
His message could wait no longer, and the wiry young man slipped free of those intending to keep him captive. “My Lord,” he shouted, “the manor lies in darkness! Nary a soul stirs--"
“What hell possesses you to lie to--?”
“It is no falsehood,” he said, turning to face the man who bopped him in the head. “I know what I saw!”
As the crowd of men press in on him, one voice rang out above the clamor. “This lad is a fantast with a timid constitution. I pray you my Lord, grant him none humour for he speaks as one mad.”
Fugaku lifted his hand and quelled the crowd, “I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Nay,” roared the captain of the guard as he worked his way through the crowd, “permit me send another, one who can tell his left from right.”
Ignoring their words, Fugaku crooked his fingers to the runner. “Stand aside men, do nothing to prevent his approach.”
With a grimace and stifled curse, the young man rubbed at the back of his head as he’s shoved toward the carriage. “My Lord, I speak the truth. As I stood on the road, I could feel the darkness--”
“Hmm … feel darkness, can you? Tell me plain, have we been away so long you've forgotten where you live? Or is it possible you looked upon the wrong house?”
"Mayhaps” was the reluctant whisper, “afeared I was, my Lord.”
His answer was met with another gale of sighs, hisses and booing. Again, Fugaku raised his hand to quiet them. “And as you stood on the roadside, did it occur to you my family might be awaiting arrival of these champions, inside the stables?"
“No, my Lord, it did not.”
“I see. And are you now finding strength within to prove wrong your accusers?”
“I … I believe so, sir.”
“Herein stands opportunity for correction. I adjure you, return with a squad of four and after a thorough search of the grounds, I believe you will see it is as I've said."
The young man bowed low, stammering out a higgledy-piggledy fusion of apology and gratitude.
And after the five men head out, the captain of the guard draws near. “For the abundance of mercy shown, I thank you my Lord.”
"Tis nothing. We do well to hold tight anger, for he is but a child. If we leave him redeem himself, something like this shan't happen again," Fugaku said as he settled back inside the carriage.
“It was his first journey outside the territory after all, and most manor homes do appear similar from the roadside. I bow before wise counsel. With your permission, we shall journey onward.”
As the carriage lurched forward, Fugaku thought, Wise counsel?
Or have I reached new heights of hypocrisy?
Recherché
Ryota stands a few yards away, watching Genma stagger from the constabulary. That poor bastard … drunker than a skunk; reckon I’d do the same if I were him. Sadly shaking his head, he walks up the stairs and deposits the certified chits on the night commander’s desk. “Coroner eh? What’d he want?”
The other man shrugged his shoulders. “Mumbled something about the Inspector ordering him to empty all the bins; he weren't hurting nothin', so I left him to it.”
Recherché
At long last, the caravan arrives at the bottom of the hill upon which the manor stands; it is here the horses refuse to go further. Frustrated riders whip and spur them onward until they reach the driveway’s halfway point. It started with the horses pulling the carriage; as soon as they reared up, it was as if a switch simultaneously flipped inside the other horse’s brains. Spooked, every horse bucks off its rider and in a frenzy, they begin backing away from the manor.
“Fetch torches from the stoop,” shouts the captain, “and for those unharmed, bring your mounts under control at once!”
From the carriage window Fugaku bellows, “The gates will hold the rest … calm my champions and get them to the stable immediately!”
No sooner than the three men run toward the house, the light of the moon is obscured by clouds. They’re almost at the terminus of the driveway when confronted by strange indentations in the thick grasses. As they turn aside, the veil of clouds parts from the moon, it’s yellow light revealing the crumpled body of the runner; the other four men lay nearby, each one with his throat severed to a point just shy of decapitation.
And the death toll now stands at ten.
Recherché
Here's to me … a flippin' geniush!   The shot glass slams to the table as Genma reckons he’s had enough. Oughta lock the door, nah … skip it, he thinks before turning about to happily stumble toward the rear of the building.
Aint nobody gonna break in and sure as hell … aint nobody gonna break out.
Recherché
The sound of retching fills the air as bouncing torchlight wends toward the stalled coach.
“My Lord … advance party … a fate dreadful! Slaughtered before the entrance way; the door to the manor stands ajar …!”
Fugaku can’t wait for a servant’s assistance, instead he flings open the carriage door from the inside and hits the ground at a dead run, his men struggling to keep up with him. Speeding up the gravel drive, his mind’s eye takes him back to the young men he shamed in Water Country.
Impossible, even with the stopover, they could not have prevented us. And I will not believe the Tanaguchi were part of a ruse to waylay us.
With each body he sees by the entrance, fear tears at his innards.
Mikoto!
Bounding up the steps and through the open door, he’s confronted with floors wet and glistening; the torchlight from the men coming behind reveal walls splattered with blood and bodies strewn about like broken dolls.
Oh my god, Mikoto … where are you?
Six other men now join the party crowded into the foyer. Slowly they walk deeper inside to stand near the bottom of the grand staircase.
“Search the upstairs for signs of life” Fugaku whispers, “neglect not the lower levels.”
“My Lord, light shines under the door of your study. Right, four of you will take mounts from the stables and compel local doctors to come posthaste,” the captain orders. “You two, notify the constables … and the Coroner.”
“The rest of you,” Fugaku mumbles, “fetch Inuzuka Tsume to tend the horses.” He turns, meaning to run down the hall toward the only source of light when the captain of the guard grabs him by the arm.
“We will not leave you on your own, my Lord.”
Clasping the hand which holds him, Lord Uchiha shouts, “Station archers near every exit if you must, but return to your injured men outside, captain.” Heedless of danger, Fugaku takes off running; midway to his destination, he stops to look back at the stunned men. “Go I said!”
Recherché
Music rolls down grassy slopes and bounds over tall trees as the carriage bearing Iruka, Kotetsu and Izumo bumps along the hillside. They crowd the windows to see a mile-long pathway alight with torches and Hatake manor itself ringed with even brighter lights.
“Well, would you look at that? Impressive,” Izumo says with a low whistle.
“Eh,” Kotetsu shrugs, “I’ve seen bigger.”
Recherché
Jiraiya turns the corner by the stables as a horde of hungry gaki descend on Uchiha manor. “Remember, only those marked with my seal are yours. Touch none other, especially the horses. There are two more at Kokucho manor and another in the forest, leave no trace behind.”
Recherché
As he rockets down the corridor, screams from the interior and exterior of the manor fill his ears, the pungent scent of kerosene burns at his nostrils and eyes; he cares nothing for it. When at last his shoulder connects with the door of the study, Fugaku beholds his beloved, kneeling in the center of the room. Her head jerks upward as he barges in. “Come quickly my love, let us quit this place--”
“Please… don’t come any closer!”
“You’re frightened,” he whispers sweetly as he draws near. “It’s alright … I’m here now … I’ll protect you.”
“No, please Fugaku … run, I beg you--”
“She asked you to stay put Father, yet you could not--”
He’s rooted to the spot, as Itachi appears from opposite the bookcase. “Mikoto, Itachi thank the gods… you’re alive! Come my son, the ones who committed this atrocity may still lurk in the shadows, let us search them out!”
“No need,” he answers, walking up behind his mother, moonlight shimmering against the blades of his broadswords. “The murderer stands before you.”
“What?” Fugaku takes another step forward, “what are you saying?”
“All of my siblings, save one, all of the servants and five of your trusted men lay dead, cut down by the same swords you gave me.”
With head bowed and palms covering his ears, Fugaku screamed, “You’re lying! Why are you lying to me?”
“Isn’t that the way of our family, Father? We lie, steal … kill; whatever it takes to maintain power, it is the legacy of the Uchiha is it not?”
“What the hell are you saying?”
“Mine eyes have been enlightened … at last I see truth--”
“Truth?” He takes a few hesitant steps toward his wife. “What sort truth would lead you to slaughter your family? How could you do something this vile?”
Itachi smiled and said, “Because I now understand who the real monsters in this world are.”
“You aren’t making any sense! What is the meaning of all this?”
“Let me make it plain,” he said as one of the blades settles beneath his mother's throat. “Whether by birth or willing servitude, I’ve killed every last person who bears the name Uchiha, understand?”
“Itachi, how could … why would ... they trusted you, they loved you, how could you--?”
“Simple. A debt owed, and with your death, Father
   … a debt paid in full.”
Notes:
Igadama or Makibishi: these sharp spiked implements date back to feudal Japan; used to defend samurai battlements and/or thrown into the path of an enemy’s path to slow pursuit.
Bosky: having abundant trees or shrubs, wooded.
Locus: a center or source of activities or power.
Sentiency: sense perception not involving intelligence or mental perception.
Fantast: an impractical, impulsive person; a dreamer.
Higgledy-piggledy: in a disorderly manner.
Adjure: urge or request (someone) solemnly or earnestly to do something.
Horticulture: the science and art of producing, improving, marketing, and using fruits, vegetables, flowers, and ornamental plants. It differs from botany and other plant sciences in that horticulture incorporates both science and aesthetics.
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