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Lambs To The Slaughter
By : KishinoKurobi
Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female
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Lambs to the Slaughter – Chapter 4: Respect for the Dead

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or want to. It would be like when you see a scratch off lottery ticket on the ground. It was good but now you know it's worthless.

Disclaimer 2: I don't own any of the other things here, and I don't really care if someone copy n' pastes my story under a different title. This is non-profit and doesn't count score. It's basically getting more people to read my story with no additional effort on my part. Why would I get mad over people sucking my e-penis and hoping my e-jizz will help grow theirs?

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---11:30 AM - 9/10/7875 ABT - Senju Compound, Tsunade and Jiraiya's residence ---

Three polite knocks on the front door reverberated throughout the house. It wasn't that it was silent inside, but there wasn't much noise either.

Jiraiya stood from his seat on his beige cloth couch. It was a simple affair, much like all of the furniture sitting around Tsunade and his house. Anything that could have been sold for more than a decent new version could be bought for was only valuable because it belonged to Tsunade's grandfather.

He slowly walked to the door to let in the next member of his family that came to help him and his wife through their grief.

His family.

It was an odd thought, and one that took months to set in even after his marriage actually happened. In one day he had gone from being an orphan to having an entire family. Despite the fact that he was not of Senju blood, he could tell they loved him. It seemed that Tsunade had always been very popular among her family, being the last child of the first Hokage's brother.

So of course when Jiraiya helped keep her sane after Dan's death and stayed devoted to her even after she declared they would never be together her family grew fond of him.

A about a year before the start of the Blood War Tsunade was still unable to comprehend why Jiraiya wasn't chasing tail all around the world. So she made a drunken bet that Jiraiya would leave her as soon as she slept with him.

Of course that night he knocked her up. They ended up being married a week before Tsunade gave birth, because one of the Uchiha clan members dispelled the Genjutsu Tsunade has been using to conceal her pregnancy.

Jiraiya happily took her as his wife, and he claimed that he would have done it even if there weren't a dozen shock troopers forcing him to do so whenever he was asked.

He was broken from his memories when his face impacted a solid mahogany door.

Backing up a step and opening his front door, Jiraiya's eyebrows raised at the sight of his teammate wearing something other than the purple clothing Anko constantly talked him into buying. It seems one of them was able to find enough sense to know not to wear pimping cloths to a funeral. 'Even if Anko insisted that pimps just have a surprisingly advanced fashion sense.' mentally added Jiraiya.

The two of them were dressed in black suits that upon closer inspection looked like they were recently painted black. Anko had a skirt that went down to mid-shin while thankfully Orochimaru didn't.

He was so ass-backwards on fashion that is made Anko look like a professional. Jiraiya shuddered when he remembered the way Orochimaru wore a spandex suit the same color as his skin until Hiruzen beat the thought out of his head both physically and mentally.

When he began changing in the middle of the training field and showed that the inside was a fleshy red Tsunade fainted and a nearby elderly couple went into cardiac arrest.

“Are you going to let us in or just look at us?” asked Anko somewhat impatiently. Jiraiya flashed a brief grin before going back to grim.

“Had to make sure you weren't spies, but spies just can't match your level of social retardation.” Jiraiya pivoted to allow his friends in.

Anko and Orochimaru took off their black dress shoes outside, as to not get the floor covered in black paint. They walked into the house softly, and Anko didn't make any of her usual comments that tended to be offensive on good days. She didn't know why they were, but she knew it would be better to keep talking to a minimum when trying to be comforting.

Nobori Senju, Tsunade's father moved to the left to allow Orochimaru to sit next to his daughter. Nobori was pushed to the side again when Anko almost sat on his lap to be next to Orochimaru. She didn't know any better and wasn't going to learn so he didn't say anything.

The room was silent, but felt a bit better than it had before. Warmer and more comforting would be the best way to put it. After a knock on the door sounded again Nobori heard his wife, Atsui, set down a tray in the kitchen, close the oven and walk to the door.

Her timing had always been impeccable. He swore she timed her water breaking for just after she finished baking her favorite cookies.

A few seconds later she walked around the corner with a tray of fresh baked stuffed breadsticks. They had always been Tsunade's favorite, and nothing made his wife happier than seeing people enjoy her cooking.

Nobori sometimes wished he didn't need to be a ninja, but the thought that he could keep Atsui safe was what gave him strength.

As she set them down on a small coffee table in from of them and took a seat on the couch across from her daughter. Nobori got up and sat next to her when she motioned for him to, and he turned to see Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzo Shimura enter the room.

Had he not known better he would have bowed to Konoha's legendary 'burn squad'. The best tag team to ever emerge from his beloved village and the true reason Konoha had never lost a war.

Born on the same day at the same time in the same room by sisters. The duo had been together from the get go, and seemed to know what the other was thinking before they team selves did. Their teamwork was so perfect that it was joked that only one of them needed to drink for both to have their thirst quenched.

The jokes used to be about their sexuality, but after people discovered that punches to the trachea are not pleasant those ones stopped abruptly.

As the two took a seat on the couch next to him with Sarutobi on his right and Danzo on the right end of the couch Anko broke the silence.

“Well it seems like the family is all here.” she said fondly. Of course she didn't realized that something was off until Tsunade started crying again.

“Honey, don't mention family. Their son just died. It's upsetting.” Orochimaru reprimanded. Danzo and Nobori face-palmed as Tsunade began crying harder. He couldn't be angry at Anko, she had the social skills of a five year old.

“Both of you shut up.” Sarutobi commanded with a tone of finality just before Atsui practically shoved some of her break sticks down their throats. Orochimaru and Anko took it in stride. They knew they were awkward, so why get mad about messing up here?

After about 5 minutes of Jiraiya rubbing small circles on her back and Orochimaru and Anko being silent Tsunade calmed down enough to eat some of her favorite dish. She dipped it in some of the red sauce that was in a small bowl and took a bite before she became calm enough to talk again.

Her mother was truly wonderful.

She felt grateful to everyone who came, but her mother had always been so supportive of her. Even when she didn't know what Tsunade was doing, she told Tsunade that she trusted and believed in her. Tsunade's switch from war to peacetime was also much easier with her mother in the village.

She rarely got the urge to go on long journeys to obscure locations anymore and was usually able to schedule a vacation from the hospital and bring some friends or family.

One of her fondest memories was with this same group sitting atop Star Point, a flat mountain top in the center of Land of Fire that reached higher than any other mountain in the country. It had numerous waterfalls and the auroras were out almost 24/7. With the amazing skies of her country it was one of the most beautiful places in existence.

“Thanks Mom.” Tsunade muttered with utmost sincerity. Though it was quiet, everyone heard it nonetheless.

“Danzo, the Kyuubi recommended we have you take the mantle of Fourth Hokage. I'd appreciate it if you started immediately and took care of my preparations for my sons funeral.” Tsunade stated neutrally. They all knew that she would have been happy for Danzo if not for who he was replacing.

“Of course. I'll take care of everything, so just make sure to stay well. He was a great man, you should feel proud for how he lived.” Danzo replied. He spoke smoothly with an air of authority and nobility about him.

Despite outward signs, Danzo deeply cared for her son and she knew it. Even if it was unsaid there was a reason that Danzo was the one to put forth the idea after the dust settled on the Blood War. The man trained him for a year to get him ready, and Tsunade knew he would have done anything for her son.

After Danzo left the group continued to mourn the loss of a friend, son, leader and father. They knew that they would be ready for Minato's son. Atsui was already thinking up a welcome home cake.

---4:00 PM - 9/10/7875 ABT - Hokage's Estate---

Danzo did not want to be here, but he knew he had to. It was his duty to oversee the preparations for his predecessor’s funeral and he knew he could handle it better than anyone. The Kyuubi didn't mince words or lie. The Kyuubi recommended Danzo for a purpose, and Danzo was already seeing it.

Danzo walked towards the master bedroom of the Hokage's mansion. Had Orochimaru been unable to create that youth serum he may have been unable to heal that arm injury which weakened him, or that leg injury that caused him to limp for a time.

With the invention and use of the Serum he was back to his full strength. The lost chakra was paid for in experience and his physical form had never looked healthier.

Orochimaru may have been a psychotic sadistic brutal creepy mad scientist, but he was a loyal psychotic sadistic brutal creepy mad scientist. Anyone who said otherwise in Danzo's presence would get punched in the trachea.

Danzo looked like a 25 year old man despite being 97. He stood at a modest height of 5 feet tall, but he had a posture which screamed of wisdom and experience.

His hair was a reddish brown color, buzz cut with just enough length to cover any skin beneath it. His eyes were a hard brown that felt much different from his teammate's soft ones.

His face was slim with narrow jawbones and a small inset nose. His thin lips were currently struggling to remain impassive at the horrific scene in front of him.

Printed on the medium weight dark blue cape that covered his crimson full-body robe you could see a pair of dark gold crescent shapes. A reference to his legendary Sange and Yasha.

They were curved blades originally made in Old Uzu. He and his long time partner had entered the city as a final test as ordered by their late teacher: The first Hokage. He had said on his metaphorical deathbed that they must enter the ruins and emerge with a prize apiece. If both made it out alive one may take the mantle of second Hokage, but if only one came out alive he should never show his face in Konoha again.

After a full month the village was certain that he and Hiruzen had died, and began electing a new Hokage, but the vote was cut short as they walked in triumphant.

They had faced dangers that would seem unrealistic even in their world of the unexpected, and saved each other more times than could be counted. Hiruzen acquired a large bag of jerky which would refill overnight, and Danzo gained the weapons which made him famous among the Samurai ranks. Hiruzen still complained every time Danzo ate some of his jerky about the unfairness.

Yasha was formed of a forest green accented brown leather bracer with an attached gauntlet to ensure that it would remain stable at high speeds. It had several hawk feathers along the back of his elbow, and deep green tribal designs accentuating the bright silver flat of the blade. Along the very tiny edge of the amazingly thin blade was an emerald green metal, and the insides seemed to have a holy white gust swirling within them that seemed much too active to be a trick of the light.

Attached to the back of that was a long Katana-like blade which ran along the bottom of his forearm and past hit elbow by the same length. It also extended past his hand by about the same length. Unlike a Katana, the part past his hand was double sided.

Sange was a blade twice as thick as his arm attached to a deep red metal armor that went to his shoulder. The blade itself had jagged edges and a glowing red slitted eye in the center, matching one on the shoulder of the armor.

It had crimson metal teeth intermixed with serrated edges and a black flat area which looked like muscle with alternating shades of blade. The occasional twitches in the coloring made it all the more intimidating. The blade was the size of his entire right arm.

They were complete opposites, yet they complemented each other perfectly.

Yasha sought swift resolution and made it's wielder move and react much faster than without it. It also made his swings drain much less stamina, so he could swipe faster and harder without fear of tiring himself.

Sange sought blood and used its unholy vision to find and strike vital areas with incredible ferocity. Assuming it didn't kill his opponents straight out there was a high change that they would be maimed and unable to run efficiently. It also made him much stronger than his small frame should be, allowing him to shrug off blows with ease.

He could feel a pair of minds within his weapons, but it was faint outside of battle. The only thing he could say for sure was that the weapons respected each other after a good moonlit chat years before he met them and agreed to give not only him but each other their aid.

Now Danzo wished he could simply slay the demon that caused this scene, a room filled with a pungent, thick odor that invaded his senses. Blood smeared the walls in a gruesome spider web like painting of mortality. He could see a pile thick red semen slowly burning a hole through the mattress as steam rose from the reaction.

The smell of charred flesh and sight of burnt organs and muscles made him sick to his stomach, and despite being a battle hardened ninja he vomited in his mouth when he spotted a disembodied violet eyeball on the ground near his feet.

He would morn later however, as he had to take care of this. He could only be glad Tsunade nor Jiraiya would ever see this mess, because they may never recover.

He sighed to himself and looked his real age despite his young body for a second. This would be a long day.

---11:55 PM - 9/10/7875 ABT - Hokage Tower, Hokage's Office---

Danzo and Hiruzen had downed shot after shot of rum. Every time they lost someone who they considered a friend, they took shots of liquor while reminiscing on their experiences. They did it in reverse order now, as the list was long enough that they passed out or got alcohol poisoning before finishing.

It was a good thing they had chosen a hard liquor. They were still on the casualties of the blood war.

“Kensi Senju, remember him?” Started Danzo as he took a shot. Hiruzen eyes his buddy disbelievingly.

“Remember him? I loved that man like a brother! When I heard he died in that ambush I traveled right to the leader of Hot Spring's Archer Corps and ripped his head off with my bare hands!” Hiruzen yelled before passing out. Danzo sighed and Downed his shot before dispatching an ANBU to fetch Shizune, then passed out as well.

Tomorrow he would start working on the village, tonight he had to pay his respects to all those who gave their lives for the village. Now he could take the mantle with a clear-er conscience. He would continue so those before him could rest peacefully.

It was his duty.

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Sorry for the delay, I upped my practice schedule for my martial arts to include both Kali and MMA back to back. So I was quite wiped and unable to think clearly for a good but of time. It should be more manageable now.

I have to thank all those that reviewed, even the haters. It brings a strange heat to the pus sacs that function similarly to a heart to hear my story drawing reactions, no matter what they are.

I'll tell you that I take a large amount of effort to keep everyone in character. This isn't a fic where everyone acts however I feel at the time. If someone has been shown to have a temper, they'll take a swing at someone for pushing them. Not make a snide comment because I have a good one.

If you notice something that seems out of character (for my established characters, not cannon.) tell me and I'll look into it. I want to avoid those logical disconnects that interrupt suspension of disbelief and need the help of people with different and less demented minds to do so.

Until next time,

-KishinoKurobi
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