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Catharsis	By : WaisetsuNingyou Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4.After the Chase
There was some kind of commotion going on below the Tsunade's window. The Hokage growled, grit her teeth, and continued to write out a report for the Fire Country�s daimyo--albeit much more violently than she had been, splashing ink here and there, and mussing the fibers of her brush. Of all the times to choose to make a fuss... Tsunade's train of thought broke down and she had difficulty starting it up again to run at the smooth, flowing pace which she managed to bring it.
Much to her irritation, she was back to her usual, easily distracted self, the Hokage who needed a good bottle of sake and maybe some pickled things to keep herself from getting to bored... or too tired of thinking. This report she was in the middle of writing was really important too! It was due within three days and she had barely started it.
Now what was the first issue she was supposed to address again?
The noise outside dissipated. Tsunade sighed in relief; perhaps she could get back on track again. She stared at the introductory paragraph of her report, then at the blank that took up about eighty percent of the paper. What would start filling up that blank: Konoha's current economy or the war?
Well, they were interconnected; one could have started either way.
Tsunade really couldn�t think anymore, thanks to that unwelcome disruption earlier. To make things even better, the fuss outside returned.
And it was getting louder.
Unless Tsunade was going crazy from the amount of work she had to do--she wouldn't have been surprised if she was--it seemed to be getting closer to her office doors too.
Frustrated and fed-up, Tsunade stormed over to her doors and slammed them open. "Izumo! Kotetsu!" she shouted. "Get whoever's making all that fuss to shut the hell up!"
Her two assistants had been asking two redheaded women if they were all right managing their bags and noisily helped them carry them up. At Tsunade's indignant order, the two froze and the noise ceased. One of the women shot an identical glare at the two chuunin. "Yes, Izumo and Kotetsu!" she repeated. "Do shut the hell up."
Tsunade's jaw dropped at the taller of the two women, who was now smirking impishly back at the Hokage. The blonde didn't know whether to be happy or dumbfounded.
But until she could decide on how to properly respond to the redheads' arrival, the Godaime shot another order at the rather confused Izumo and Kotetsu: "Izumo, Kotetsu, go make us a pot of tea."
Again, the fiery-haired woman turned to Izumo and Kotetsu, and recapped the order: "Yes, Izumo, Kotetsu, please make us a pot of tea please." She thought for a moment, then added, "Actually, I'd like some coffee. Please make a cup of that for me."
The second redhead, who had been smiling amused at the scenario, searched through a change purse she'd just pulled out and piped up, "I've been craving chicken kara-age and broccoli with sesame dressing from Matsumoto's take-out shop. Can you pick some of that up as well?"
Several minutes later, food and drink requests completed, the three women chatted amicably the library below Tsunade�s office, mostly about the round bump in the second redhead�s stomach. "Niikura Minami, I never thought you to be the mothering type," Tsunade teased. "But I'm sure you'll have beautiful children."
The first redhead laughed at Minami. "I couldn't believe it when this party girl daughter of mine finally settled with one boyfriend," she joked. "I almost had a heart attack when she told me she'd be getting married."
Tsunade smiled skeptically at the mother. "You're one to talk, Nanakusa," the Hokage reminded. "You were with every eligible guy in Konoha before you got married. I can name all the handsome young men from our generation, and guaranteed, you either had a fling with him or you dated him. Ne, Minami, your mother even dated Jiraiya--though he hardly counts as 'handsome.'"
The younger woman almost choked on a piece of broccoli mid-swallow. "What?!" she coughed. "That old geezer? The one who was always hitting on me and Shizuka?! You never told me about that!"
Mildly offended, the older redhead sipped delicately at her coffee before responding, "Who ever said I had to tell you about my relationships before your dad?"
"But..." Minami scrunched up her nose, slightly appalled and confused. "Ma... that�s just... weird."
"And your love life wasn't?" Nanakusa shot back. "I've never heard of a girl who purposely set up a relationship with her boyfriend so he could cheat on you with one of your best friends."
Minami stuck up her nose. "People tend to want things more when they can�t have them. They were too dense to realize that they needed to be together."
Nanakusa stole a piece of chicken. "And that led to probably one of the worst relationships I've ever seen," she shot back, swallowing the fried chicken. "That's pretty fucked up."
"Ma, don't let my baby listen to that foul mouth of yours," Minami protested, patting her stomach matronly. "And besides, you�re too old to be saying things like that." The young woman turned to Tsunade, and tugged on the Godaime�s sleeve childishly. "Ne, Tsunade-sama, tell my old mother to stop using her Henge no Jutsu to look young. I hate people mistaking us for twin sisters."
Tsunade laughed. The two redheads did look like twins, thanks to the Transformation technique Nanakusa shamelessly used. If it hadn't been for that, the older redhead would have looked... well, old.
Both women had gorgeous flaming red hair in what seemed to be perpetually sleek loose waves, and playful gray-blue eyes in laden in fair, lightly freckled skin. The only thing that distinguished the two (for the time being) was Minami's pregnancy. Tsunade chuckled, "You're asking the wrong person."
"What a horrible daughter I have," Nanakusa grumbled over the rim of her coffee cup. "Ungrateful girl doesn't realize I'm the one she got her looks from." The redhead set the coffee cup down on the table. "Anyway, you're probably wondering why we're here. So before I forget, we came here as a welcome party."
Tsunade raised both eyebrows, and echoed, "A welcome party? For who?"
"Shizuka." To a stunned Tsunade, Nanakusa elaborated, "Shizuka will be returning to Konoha. But she needs to pick up someone on the way... did you know her nephew was discovered to possess the Hibashira family's kekkei genkai?"
"Ah!" Tsunade stood up. "But we just sent Kakashi�s team to pick him up!"
Nanakusa blinked in apparent surprise, before her face split into yet another impish smile. "Excellent," she trilled. "I was hoping that would happen, but I was worried that the mission details wouldn't be delivered on time."
Both Minami and Tsunade coughed into their cups of green tea, gaping incredulously at Nanakusa. "What... what?!" Tsunade exclaimed. "As much as I�m grateful for you sending that mission in and informing us of another person with that kekkei genkai, you don�t need to be so god damn underhanded about it."
Minami took several deep breaths to calm down. "Mom, you're fucking crazy. Really fucking crazy. Of all the dozens of teams in Konoha, you did it so she would run into that team? Mom, you're fucking nuts."
Nanakusa thwacked her daughter across the back of her head, and scolded, "Don�t speak like that with a baby in your stomach!"
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In a fresh battlefield in Kusagakure, the albino woman released her Transformation jutsu. She groaned at the splashes of dark red on her gold haori, and then at the looseness she felt in her hair. When the battle had begun, she had hoped to be able to hide herself amongst the fray while she searched for the Iwa-kunoichi who could manipulate the earth. Unfortunately, she had forgotten the most important part of the plan: this was a battle, and she couldn't avoid fighting.
The fighting itself wasn't that bad--she did it very easily, and managed to release some pent-up stress in the process--but the aftermath pissed her off.
Her hair that she had carefully arranged that morning was a mess, and her expensive haori had been reduced to bloody pieces of fabric sewn together by bloody thread.
"O-Hime, I've told you over and over again to wear something a little less high-maintenance," reminded her tattooed and pierced partner several bodies away. "Then you wouldn't have wasted all that effort for nothing."
"I don't want to hear that from you," the woman snapped. Her partner wore nothing to cover his tattooed upper body, and his hair was in a perpetually messy state, hardly the kind of person from whom one would expect to receive grooming tips.
"Hey, you don't hear me fussing over my appearance after I've finished a fight," he contended, matter-of-factly. "Nor am I constantly wasting money on make-up and clothing."
"A woman who doesn't take care of her appearance won't get anywhere in life," scoffed the albino. "A heathen like you would never understand."
"I resent that, O-Hime." He turned a body over, and smiled. "The only thing your vanity is good for is after someone messes you up for the first time. Then you go on a rampage, killing everyone in sight. It makes life much easier for me." He surveyed the field--they were the only two standing. "But I'll admit, you're a little scary when you're pissed like that."
The woman he had just turned over was not the person he was looking for; he wanted an auburn-haired young lady with one blue eye and one green eye. He had seen her fighting earlier, and was nearly impaled by one of the rock formations she had created. Ironically, he just finished checking every female body in the battlefield, and none of the bodies were hers.
Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw something stir. He could have sworn it was one of the lifeless male bodies lying a few feet away. He walked over, ignoring the bodies and looking around the ground instead. His partner never left anyone alive once she started killing. A survivor should have used a very strong shield to block off the attack.
He smiled. One of the bodies was surrounded by a peculiar ring of dirt and uprooted grass.
Target found.
The two found themselves walking through a bamboo forest, a blond twenty-something woman slung over the man�s shoulder. The woman marked off the picture of their capture in a small leather-bound book. She turned the page, and stared at it for a few moments, then snapped the book shut.
He looked at her with an amused expression on his face. Noting the cool pink tinge on her cheeks, he remarked, "My my, what's got you stirred up? I haven�t seen blood in those cold cheeks of yours for a while now."
"One of Makoto's and Ayanokuji's targets. I want to fight her."
Her tattooed associate contemplated for a few seconds. When it finally came to him, he wondered why he didn't think of it sooner. "Oh, that pretty Housenka girl?"
The kimono-clad beauty next to him smirked malevolently. "I'm annoyed that the Lord didn't grant my request to be assigned to capture her. Especially considering Makoto and Ayanokuji don't stand a chance against her--not by a long shot."
The man gave a short laugh. "We have such little faith in our own comrades, don't we?"
"Faith in them has nothing to do with it. I know it for a fact. After all, I watched her childhood and the people who taught her."
"Ah, yes... if I remember properly, you used to live in Konoha. That's the Housenka girl's home village, isn't it? What was her name...? Something with 'Hi' in it..."
"Hibashira Shizuka," the albino finished matter-of-factly. "Kozue became her surrogate mother when we were twelve and Ren became her teacher."
"Your old teammates, huh?" The man smiled nostalgically. "I remember my old team. Too bad those days are long over for us--life was easy back then."
"Easy doesn�t mean interesting or fun," she reminded him. "It gets boring after a while."
"Boredom usually isn't the reason why shinobi leave their villages."
"That�s true," she drawled. "But it's still something too complicated for a simpleton like you to understand."
He cleared his throat, annoyed. That was the second time� He held out the blonde girl by her collar in front of his companion, half-demanding, half-asking, "Would you like to carry this young lady for me?"
"Actually... no." A pause, then the woman stopped in her tracks to bow to him and apologized, "I've been very rude to you. Please forgive me."
An apology was all he needed, and he slung the blonde young woman over his shoulder again. He demurred, "The thing that bothers me about you the most is how you think everyone else is below you just because you�re sleeping with the boss. You call me a simpleton. You call Makoto and Ayanokuji incompetent. Have you ever even looked at yourself?"
"Do I need to answer to that question?" she snapped, the color rising in her cheeks once again. Of course she knew all of her faults. In fact, she was frighteningly aware of them. But most people didn't admit their problems to the world--not freely anyway, and certainly not to someone who was just as imperfect as herself.
The man asked her knowing exactly how she would react and he relented. "In any case, you might be underestimating their abilities. Maybe they won't come running back with their tail between their legs. Maybe the next time we hear of them won't be when they�re six feet under. It's very possible that they�ll come back to us with the Housenka girl."
The white woman didn't answer. For all he knew, she was probably throwing an internal fit because he was disagreeing with her. Whatever--just because she was sleeping with the boss didn't make him her bitch, too.
"O-Hime� are you listening to me?" he sang. Well, irregardless of whether or not she was listening to him, it wouldn't stop him from finishing his little lecture: "Not only are you underestimating Makoto's and Ayanokuji's abilities, but you might be overestimating the Housenka girl's as well. I mean, how old were you when you left? Not that old--and if my math is correct, she wouldn't have been that old either. Just because you knew your teammate's fighting styles, it doesn�t make her a carbon copy of them. People do develop their own fighting styles, you know."
Again silence. This is getting ridiculous, he thought to himself. If I can get even one answer out of that tight-lipped bitch, I can rest easily for tonight. "Anyway, I was wondering," he began. "As far as I know, you've never seen the Housenka girl since you left your home village. What's your beef with her?"
Dismay accompanied the only sound they made in the bamboo forest, the sound of leaves rustling underfoot. She really isn't--
"It's complicated. To make a long story short, she and Kozue took someone away from me. Kozue's dead, but if I can give her little cousin a taste of what I felt, I can die happy."
What was he thinking, asking her that kind of question? He mentally slapped himself, and thought, Women and their selfishness... it really scares the shit out of me.
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The last thing she remembered was reaching out to grab that pink-haired kunoichi. The girl had run off with the little boy before she managed to burn the tree limbs that coiled around her body and kept her from continuing the chase.
She had been so close--she had brushed the ends of the teenager's hair with the ends of her fingertips.
And just as she put on that extra burst of speed... what the hell happened? It felt like getting hit by the Akimichi clan�s Human Bullet Tank jutsu.
She briefly remembered a sharp pain in her ribs before the numbing blow to her head. (God that had really hurt.) Everything after that... it was all blank.
What the hell happened? she groaned quietly to herself. I hope I'm not dead
Consciousness flowed back into her body, beginning from her head down to her toes. Maybe she was just crazy but it felt warm. The pain in her ribs wasn't there anymore either.
Everything went in and out of focus as she opened her eyes. She was laying down in a forest, bathed in the warm glow of what sounded like a roaring fire. What the hell?
Like some kind of mental magic trick, her vision cleared and she shot upright into sitting position. Oh no no no no no... this is terrible! I lost track of them! This is so bad, so bad. I'll just thank whoever's been taking care of me, and then I'll leave. I have to catch up to them.
"Look who�s awake," said a voice behind her. "Shizuka, don't worry, the kid's alright. He's sleeping right next to you."
The woman turned hesitantly, wanting to believe the voice, and not wanting to at the same time. What if it was just a dirty trick? What if she really was still unconscious and her mind was playing games with her?
But... the toddler really was next to her, his eyes closed in a peaceful sleep. He had been taken out of the bundle that she secured him in, and placed over a folded sleeping bag. The brunette reached out uncertain, fearing that it was only an image her mind created.
She almost shuddered when her fingertips came in contact with soft baby skin. He was real.
A tear of relief trickled down her cheek as she turned to the owner of the voice behind her--and found herself face-to-face with the pink-haired kunoichi, her blond multiplying teammate, and two jounin men.
Her face went white, but not as much from the fact that she was sitting amongst the very people whom she had been trying to escape as much as it was from the fact that one of them was--
"K... Kakashi..."
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