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ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 44706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Forty-Two
Childless Clan

May 4, 2010

“What do you know of the plan for the Hyuuga woman?”
Takahiro glanced at the man across from him.
Seated at the small, metal table in a room Takahiro assumed had to be a strange rendition of an office, the bespectacled man gave his new captor an assessing look. Garbed in flowing white, his pale skin barely a shade darker than his clothing, the Otsutsuki watched him with a quizzical light in his pupiless eyes. He looked haggard, his face gaunt, the scythe shaped horn jutting from the left side of his cranium seeming too big for his skinny face.
He looked sick…
He was sick.
The wasting had already set in within this creature.
Shifting on his seat, Takahiro paused, unsure how much information to divulge. That woman and her people, this Otsutsuki and his people, he knew of them, what they wanted, but that was the extent of his knowledge. Trusting them with what he knew wasn’t something he intended divulge. He’d been through that once and it had gotten his foster brother killed. It had gotten the village they’d spent years building turned into monsters and those left over slaughtered.
He had nothing more to lose but his body and mind.
Pathetic possessions in the face of what he had lost, but he was loathe to lose anything else at the hands of the Otsutsuki.
They had taken enough from him.
He’d be damned if they took more.
“More than they want me to,” he answered.
The celestial being gave him a piercing stare. He didn’t like his answer. Sweat beaded his forehead but he stood his ground. This slowly dying humanoid could tear his throat out with little effort. Decaying he may be, his body still held immeasurable strength. He could lose another limb should he step carelessly…an eye…the flesh from his back.
There so many ways he could be made to suffer, ways that would leave him alive yet praying for death.
He was no more prepared for that agony than he had been at the hands of Toriyama, but defiance was his only way to fight back against this brutal race.
It might very well get him killed one day.
Not today, however.
Because this Otsutsuki needed something from him.
He held value and therefore, was safe for the time being.
“Then you know enough to be of use,” the Otsutsuki confirmed.
Takahiro released a silent breath, dizziness unfurling as relief flooded his senses. Despite knowing what the outcome was going to be, he was shaking.
“And Toju-sama?”
“Very little,” he admitted, swallowing against the dryness in his throat, “I’ve seen him, along with the child they call Honorable One.”
“That is no child,” the pale male informed him, “there are no children among the Otsutsuki. Before Kaguya gave birth to the twins Hamura and Hagoromo, there never were.”
Confusion crinkled his brows.
“We were crafted, not born,” the Otsutsuki continued, “Toju-sama is the eldest, the first son crafted by Cyilo. He has lived longer than any of the male species of our race. He was with Cyilo the longest and passed many eons at his side, watching his brothers rouse into sentient beings, observing the graceful wisps of his sisters breathe their first breaths. In those days, the creation of an Otsutsuki required countless years between each iteration. Sentience bloomed in different times and different ways for each son and daughter. Honorable One was the fifth son created. He is far older than I. He and Toju-sama are among the last alive that hold first hand memories of Cyilo. The others that were sentient before his sealing have long since perished.”
He was…disturbed by the revelations.
That mini Otsutsuki had always seemed dangerous in a way Toju-sama exuded.
Burgeoning madness…
Twisted bloodlust…
Though this alien masquerading as a child had been plagued with rambling nonsense followed by some gesture of violence.
Time, power and whatever the hell else had corroded it’s mind.
Or perhaps the Otsutsuki had alway been a soulless breed.
“Over time, Cyilo became more proficient in his craft and we, the sons, began to rise quickly. Our numbers far exceeded the females, Sylvana’s daughters. She took great pride and care with the daughters she created, and thus, the number of years between each creation were far greater than our own. During the passing years, with her attention turned to the formation of a new being, the first great atrocity occurred.”
He perked up. He’d heard bits and piece of this story, but never the full picture.
“This atrocity…it was the one Toju-sama initiated.”
The Otsutsuki nodded.
“With him, the downfall of the Otsutsuki began,” the creature confirmed, “Toju-sama, the eldest son of Cyilo, was the very first to devour his sister, the youngest daughter of Sylvana.”
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“Can any of this be salvaged?” Sakura asked, righting a busted computer.
The medical nin was tech savvy, but not to the degree that she could examine torn up technology and judge it’s degree of functionality. Neither was he. The only person with that insight level was the quiet twin standing near the masked woman a few feet away.
Kabuto moved to the pinkette, Anbu in tow. Studious black orbs moved over the hardware.
“Possibly, if the important parts are still intact, you may be able to lift data from it,” he said.
“Do you know what any of this stuff is for?” Naruto asked, “Can you tell what was going on here?”
“An experiment, to be sure, however,” he replied as he rose, “the tubes that connected the Otsutsuki and the tree, it seems as though the Otsutsuki was feeding it.”
Naruto had suspected it was one or the other. Still he questioned the gray haired former shinobi.
“What makes you say that?”
“It’s weakness for one. If the tree was feeding on it’s life force, that would explain why he perished absent any real external force. You weren’t fighting with the intent to kill. Given the accounting of your battle with Kaguya, this Otsutsuki should have not only been harder to deal with, but much more durable than it was, even if you’d been fighting full force. It could be that he was not as powerful as Kaguya, but the question of durability is still without answer. His death is most likely due to the tree feeding.”
Kabuto walked over to the tube among the ash. Picking up the end, he lifted it for the others to observe. Like a giant needle, the end was shaped to a point.
“This end allows for a smaller amount of fluid to pass, controlling the flow while the other end,” he gestured to the ones that had come from the Otsutsuki, “has no such mechanism. The port is wide and designed to allowed a large amount to funnel into the tube.”
“I see now,” Sakura murmured looking from one part to the other, “it’s like an IV bag and that Otsutsuki was the bag.”
“Yes.”
“Again with these trees,” the blonde muttered, “they’re like the Shinju, dattebayo. Let’s say that’s the case, then that means they should be producing chakra fruit right?”
“Most likely,” Kabuto confirmed.
He looked again at the ash.
“Then who took the fruit from this one?” he pondered aloud, “and the other one…”
And what kind of fruit was actually being creating? He wasn’t sure how long this one had been here, nor the other one, but the one below Suna had been giving off some painful, nasty energy and according to Kurama, singing some sorta song.
This dusty tree was silent.
Maybe this one had been there longer and thus the effects had long since ended…or maybe it wasn’t the same type of tree? The screaming one hadn’t had a single tube connecting it to anyone or anything.
“We need to report back to the Hokage,” Sakura announced, “and have a team dispatched to collect evidence and hopefully figure out what the hell went on down here and maybe move us closer to figuring out what the Otsutsuki are planning.”
The trip home was quicker than their outset. Unsurprisingly, Kakashi awaited them at the rendezvous location not far from the village gates. Immediately Sakura began reporting the situation, leaving the actual battle for him to recount considering he’d done the fighting. Following his portion, Kabuto was prompted for his own assessment of the situation and a regurgitation of everything he’d remembered since he’d left Konoha.
“I’ll send a team to comb through this lab,” the Rokudaime announced once they’d finished, “as with the other lab, Naruto, Sakura, the moment there’s information, you’ll be informed. Dismissed.”
In the ensuing dismissal, Naruto walked his friend home. The sun had long since set, leaving the pavement paths bathed in streetlights.
“This shit is getting weirder,” he muttered arms folded behind his head as he walked, “and its frustrating. Every time we get a lead nothing happens, ‘ttebayo. We send a team to investigate and add a new puzzle piece to a bunch that don’t fit together. Found a living, breathing Otsutsuki and we still don’t know shit.”
“Not entirely true,” she negated, “we know that scum has a twin. We know that Otsutsuki was feeding a tree almost like the jubokko. We know someone’s been pulling the strings of whatever is happening for a very long time. We know there’s more Otsutsuki out there unaccounted for. It may not be what we wanted but we did uncover some key components to this unknown formula.”
“Guess so.”
He wanted more though. He wanted an end to this upheaval, at the very, least a clear picture of what they were dealing with so they were better prepared when it all came to a head. Or even better, a way to nip it in the bud before it even began.
They reached her house and parted ways with a wave.
With a sigh, Naruto headed home.
Minutes later, he stood in front of his apartment door. He dug his house key from his pocket and stepped inside as quietly as he could. Tugging his headband off, he shrugged off his shoes. He hung both headband and key on their proper rack, straightened his sandals on the genkan then headed for their bedroom.
She was knocked out.
Clothed in one of his shirts with the Uzumaki crest, Hinata slept in the middle of their bed, her head resting on her pillow and some of his. Reaching over, he tugged the sheet up and over her supple thigh defying his shirt before making his way to the bathroom. He knew his shower would wake her, but he wasn’t going to join her in their bed with today’s grime stuck to him, or any day for that matter. His wife-to-be’s penchant for cleanliness had rubbed off on him. Even when she wasn’t here, he couldn’t sleep without a hot shower before he laid down.
Sleep just hit differently fresh from a bath.
He made short work of his clothes, turned on the water then scrubbed himself down for the next fifteen minutes. Afterwards, he dried off, placed his engagement ring back on his finger and trudged to bed. Sliding in next to her, he went to scoop her against his chest only for her soft arms to twine him first.
Drowsy, she cuddled against his as he settled.
“How was your mission?” she asked, eyes closed.
He leaned down and placed a kiss to her crown.
“I’ll tell you bout it in the morning, ‘ttebayo,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her, “go back to sleep.”
“Okay…” she breathed sleepily.
Unable to help himself, he kissed her again before letting her familiar warmth lull him towards sleep. As his mind began to drift, she spoke again.
“Are you alright,” she yawned, “Naruto-kun?”
“I’m fine,” he told her.
“M’kay…”
This was even quieter than the one before, tiredly slurred and just as endearing.
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May 5, 2010

The next morning, he awoke to his cute fiancée plastered to his naked chest, her face so peaceful and heart achingly beautiful beneath the streams of light peaking beyond the curtains. He raised a single hand, and formed his trademark seal.
A copy of himself popped into existence and without compulsion, wandered into the living room. His clone returned with a grin and his bright orange camera. Squatting down, Naruto number two took a picture of just her loving face, before straightening and capturing them both in thee different shots, two of which, his original self gazed down with adoration at the woman in his arms, and one with a big, shit eating grin, while holding the peace sign out to the lens.
The woman lying against him blissfully unaware.
After his shenanigans, the clone set the camera on his bedside table and disappeared in cloudy poof. A notch of tension uncoiled from his shoulders.
Awake or asleep, Hinata held the power to make him feel better about anything going on in their life. This one, tender yet goofy moment had lightened the worry yesterday’s mission had wrought. Holding her in his arms, absorbing the peace she radiated with her mere existence, she settled something deep inside of him. She took the ills of their world and hid them away behind love and tranquility.
In times such as these, he felt as though there was no wound he could ever suffer, no stress, no pain that her beautiful presence couldn’t heal and wash away.
Extracting himself from her lush form a half hour later, Naruto wandered into the kitchen. Hand on hip, he scratched his head as he contemplated the one realm he sucked at the most. He opened the fridge and surveyed the items with a pouting frown, then opened each cabinet before looking through the pantry. He could make simple dishes thanks to Hinata, but he wasn’t in the mood for sandwiches or okayu. He wanted something more…elaborate but within his skill set. He was craving those soufflé pancakes Hinata made but he wasn’t sure he could craft them without her help.
They were fluffy and sweet, topped with fresh fruit and a bit of whipped cream, they always tasted like a delicious cloud. He’d watched her make them, and while it hadn’t seemed all that complicated, it did look as though it required a higher level of cooking skill and patience than he had.
To be honest, he didn’t even remember all the steps.
He’d gotten a little too caught up in watching her graceful movements and tracing her neck with his lips when he could no longer resist its delicate curve. Meal time always took longer than necessary when he was in the kitchen with her. He had trouble keeping his hands to himself. Probably why he didn’t know more about cooking than he did now considering Hinata had been teaching him since his one arm days. Hard to pay attention to something as uninteresting as cooking with such a gorgeous woman trying teach you the difference between condensed milk and evaporated milk.
He had had no idea there was more than one type of milk.
“No soufflé then,” he muttered.
He sighed, grabbed a few things from the pantry, cabinet and fridge then sat them on the counter. Eying the contents, he racked his brain for ways to combine them in a way that would make him and his fiancée an edible breakfast.
Shrugging, he grabbed a pan and turned the stove on.
Twelve minutes later the smoke detector went off…
He was fanning smoke from the device with a dish towel when wifey-to-be trudge into the kitchen, yawning delicately and taking in the disaster he’d created. She was unsurprised by the scene. Considering how many times he had fucked up in the kitchen, she was more than used to walking into the current circumstances and it always seemed to repeat the same way. Banging pots, loud cursing when he burned his finger or some other body part, followed by the screech of the fire detector signaling the kitchen had had enough of his antics and it was time for him to take his leave.
“What did you burn this time, Naruto-kun?” she giggled.
He pouted then pointed to his lower oblique. The burn was already fading, but it still stung like hell.
“I told you that you should put on clothes when you cook,” she laughed, “at least wear the apron.”
He chuckled, threw the towel on the kitchen table, then grabbed her frilly pink apron from it’s hook. He whipped it around his naked lower body, then tied it behind his back.
“Better?”
“No,” she chortled, then murmured, “I liked the other view better.”
He grinned, then moved towards her.
“Oh yeah?” he questioned, a husky tenor to his voice.
He strode across the small distance between them, leaned down and fused their mouths.
“I’ll show it to you again if you show me yours, ‘ttebayo.”
Wouldn’t be hard to do. He knew she was naked beneath his bright orange shirt.
“But…the pan is still on fire, Naruto-kun,” she told him, her lips smiling against his.
As if to punctuate her words, the smoke detector started screeching again.
“Fuck…” he muttered before turning to deal with his calamity.
Tossing the pan in the sink, he turned the water on, then fanned the detector again. She was already clearing his messy work station and grabbing new ingredients when it finally quieted.
“I’m really shit with this whole cooking stuff, dattebayo,” he huffed, “the stove hates me. No matter where I turn the nob it’s either too damn hot or not hot enough.”
“You have to adjust the temperature depending on what you’re making,” she laughed, “sometimes you start out high and then turn it down, or you can keep the heat but food will cook slower. Some foods are delicate and need the low heat, some need high, some mid and a lot of them combine need more than one setting.”
“Too much work,” he pouted, moving to clean his mess.
“Cooking can be a lot of work, especially if you want it to taste good.”
“I want it to taste good, its the actually cooking I don’t wanna do.”
“Then you’ll have to make due with leftovers and sandwiches,” she giggled.
He grinned as he walked over to the sink.
“Ramen too. When all else fails, instant noodles has your back.”
With the pan cool, the naked blonde in a frilly pink apron set to work on the dishes he’d dirtied. He might not know how to cook, but he at least knew how to wash dishes. He wasn’t completely useless in the kitchen. She reached into the fridge for fruit and excitement filled his chest.
“Tell me you read my mind and are about to make those fluffy pancakes,” he pleaded.
She closed the fridge, stopped next to him holding her fruit, smiled at him, then said, “I read your mind and am about to make those fluffy pancakes.”
Flashing pearly whites, he leaned towards her and pressed a kiss to her mouth.
“I love you, mind reading soon to be wife.”
Her lips curled under his.
“And I love you, always naked in the kitchen soon to be husband.”
He laughed as she smooched him once before finding an empty cabinet. He scrubbed a pot as she set to work preparing them a breakfast far tastier than the simple edible he’d have struggled to produce.
It wasn’t long before the dishes were cleaned, the burnt pot tossed in the trash, the apron back on the rack and the fluffy pancakes nestled in fresh fruit and topped with whipped cream. She sat both plates on the table, and he picked them right back up. She gave him a questioning look, but being more than familiar with his unpredictable, mercurial nature, she didn’t comment.
He waited while she poured them both orange juice then grabbed both glasses.
She followed him back to their bedroom. He set both plates on the flat surface between the chair cushions and the high glass of the window seat. Hinata placed the glasses next to the plates. He sat in the curved corner, reached for her hand and tugged her down between his legs. With her back to his chest, he reached for the smaller portion and handed it to her. She sank contently against him as she accepted the plate. He brought his closer to him, used his fork to part the fluff and started to eat.
Quiet sanctity washed over them. In this cosseted slice of paradise, Naruto felt at ease in a way he had never found anywhere else.
And he knew, he never would.
Hinata was home.
She was life and love.
His soulmate.
He truly, with all his heart loved…
He went to take another bite when he spotted something suspicious. His blonde brow rose then twitched. Amusement unfurled.
“Oiiii, Hinata,” he began, feeling the woman in his arms already silently laughing, “wanna explain why I only have one tiny little strawberry?”
“Ummm…oops?” she giggled.
Oops his naked ass!
He nosed her hair out of the way, then nipped the top of her ear, sending a jolt through her petite frame. She shifted away from his tickling mouth, laughing as she held her plate higher to avoid dropping it.
“Do I gotta fight you for strawberries or are you gonna share?”
“I’ll share, I’ll share,” she chortled.
She went to spoon some on his plate when he pulled it away. She looked up at him, her mirth filled gaze questioning.
“Nope,” he blustered, “I’m mad now, dattebayo.”
He opened his mouth and pointed.
“With whipped cream on top, otherwise I won’t forgive you.”
She laughed, hard and loud, before she dipped the berry in cream and fed it to him. This wasn’t the first time she’d done something goofy like this. Rather than a direct approach like him, his other half set up elaborate situations to achieve whatever funny or lovey dovey scene she wanted to create. Instead of saying; ‘let me feed you strawberries lovingly across the kitchen table’ his Princess would pile his missing pieces on her plate and laugh when he made a fuss and demanded she feed it to him.
It was a little game they both played in so many aspects of their relationship.
They ate contently after, a happy air suffusing their bedroom as their plates slowly emptied. Full and tranquil, Naruto wrapped her in his arms. She gave a soft sigh he was quickly beginning to identify as one prompted from being wrapped in his chakra like a blanket. It made him happy that he could bring her comfort with his mere presence.
He was in an amazing mood and hated what he was about to talk about next.
He didn’t want to worry her.
But they’d both agreed to discuss the Otsutsuki mystery together. There were things she knew from her time decrypting the Otsutsuki language that he wanted to know and things he knew from his time out in the field that she wanted to know.
He’d stalled long enough.
“About my mission yesterday,” he began.
He felt her tension immediately. She knew he had been stalling. Last night, following him telling her he’d tell her about his mission in the morning, she’d asked if he was alright. Even drowsy, she could sense something big had occurred. He wasn’t sure if it was the way he’d said it or the tone in which he said, but that one sentence had given her more information than it’d been designed to.
Threading gentle fingers through her hair, he stroked the long strands slowly.
“It was a really important mission. Sakura-chan, Hoheto-san, an Anbu and Kabuto.”
She startled at that.
“Kabuto?”
“Yeah, apparently he’s connected to the Otsutsuki, how, we’re not completely sure. His clan had some sort of relations ship with one, they called him Otsutsuki-sama.”
He went on to explain how they’d come by the information, Ino’s suggestion to take him to the place of his birth and then what they found there, along with the ensuing fight.
“We think he was feeding the tree, that may be why he went down so easy, dattebayo.”
She turned to face him, her lavender orbs concerned as they moved over him, verifying he’d left the scrap unscathed.
“I’m alright,” he told her with a tender uplift of his lips.
He reached for the delicate curve of her cheek, stroking a bandage covered thumb over the smooth skin.
“I’m just irritated we couldn’t get any information outta him before he died,” he continued, “Kabuto hasn’t remembered anything else either. All we managed to do is add another layer to the mystery. We got a few names, but where they fit in, in all this.”
He shrugged.
“Toju, Toriyama, Otsutsuki-sama…” she repeated, “so many…”
He nodded.
“Yeah. Kaguya was difficult to deal with, it took everything we had and then some, unless these other Otsutsuki are just as weak as the one we found beneath that village, we’re gonna have to prepare for another fight.”
She nodded, though she looked pensive and worried.
Exactly what he hadn’t wanted her to feel.
“We’ll handle it,” he told her, “until then, we’re going to brace for whatever’s coming, but we’re not gonna let it overshadow our life. Right?”
She met his determined eyes. Her own hardened, and she gave a decisive nod.
“Right.”
H leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.
A knock cut the make-out session and morning loving he had planned, short. They rose from the window seat. With a sigh, Naruto crossed the room, pulled sweats and a shirt from the dresser, threw them on and went to answer the door.
Tani stood on his doorstep.
While her pink shirt and frilly skirt looked colorful and cheerful, the teen wearing them looked anything but. Immediately concerned, Naruto opened the door wider.
“What’s wrong Tani?” he questioned, “what happened?”
It couldn’t be Yuma. She was fine now, her injuries, while serious at the time, were on a short and quick path to healing.
“Sanzo…he,” she hesitated, clearly debating whether or not to speak up, “can you…talk to him, sensei?”
His blonde brows crinkled. He had a vague suspicion it was about his moody air the last few weeks.
“Of course I can, but you’re gonna have to be a little more specific, dattebayo,” he told his student, “talk to him about what?”
“I…don’t really know, but something is really bothering him,” she told him, “I know you’ve been really busy lately but…there’s really something wrong with Sanzo and he won’t tell us what it is.”
He recalled their last mission quite clearly. Sanzo had been really depressed but after he’d spoken to the teen, he had really hoped that Sanzo would take his words to heart and open up to one of his teammates.
Guess not.
“I’m really sorry, I’m sure you’re still really busy…if I could figure out what’s bothering him I would but…when I ask him what’s wrong, he just ignores me or storms off, but whatever it is, it’s hurting him sensei…”
He reached out and laid a reassuring hand on the young girl’s shoulder.
“I’ll go talk to him right now,” he promised, “Even if I’m busy, I’ll always make time for you guys, so don’t be sorry, and don’t ever hesitate to come find me when one of you needs help. Okay?”
She nodded.
“Come on, you can visit with Hinata while I’m out,” he invited.
He left her to remove her shoes then walked back into the bedroom. Hinata had put on one of his favorite outfits from their shopping spree. Wispy and lacy, the bright orange dress was held in place by two pieces of of cloth tied around her delicate neck and secured in a bow at her nape. The fluttery sleeves hanging so low on her arms that they could barely be called sleeves were attached to the body of the dress. Their coverage began just above her elbow and swept down to dangle just above her finger tips. The wavy, teasing hem of her dress danced right above her knees. It was loose fitting, but given her lush figure, she filled it out differently. She’d taken her hair from the bottom, looped it up and secured the mass at the atop her head, leaving it to fight its restraints in that way he loved.
And like a burning brand, the sapphire half heart blazed among the sea of orange. He walked over to her, took her in his arms, and pressed his nose to the soft hollow of her throat.
“You’re not playing fair, dattebayo.”
He felt her quiet giggles.
“You know this is one of my favorites,” he pouted, “I was gonna do stuff to you in it,”
She laughed.
“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about, Naruto-kun.”
Bullshit.
He’d told her in the store he was gonna do stuff to her in it.
Though…to be fair, he’d said that about a number of outfits.
“Who was at the door?”
He sighed then straightened.
“Tani,” he answered, “Sanzo’s still feeling down about something and he doesn’t wanna talk about so I’m gonna go and try to get him to talk about it. Mind hanging out with her while I’m gone? She looked really upset. She was looking forward to helping with the wedding stuff, I think that’ll really cheer her up, or at least take her mind off of Sanzo for a little bit.”
“Of course,” she murmured, “I’ll go and get Mother and Hanabi too.”
“Sounds good.”
“I hope he’s alright,” she worried, “let me know how it goes, and if he needs anything.”
He nodded, then leaned down for a kiss, sliding a hand up her soft neck as he did. Unable to help himself, he gave a gentle stroke to the bear skin beneath her heavy hanging hair.
He was definitely doing things to her in this dress.
That would have to wait, however.
Sanzo needed him.
He parted from her reluctantly and made his way back to the living room. Tani was seated on the couch. She sat quietly on their couch, having turned their TV onto a show he didn’t recognize, though it seemed goofy and lively.
He strode over to her.
“Hinata has some wedding plans to make today, wanna go with her to meet her mother and sister and help her with them?” he asked.
Like the sun parting dark clouds, the Nakamoto gave an excited smile that answered his question long before she did.
“I’d love to!”
“Then have a good time,” he gave her little shoulder a gentle squeeze, “and let me worry about Sanzo for now. Alright?”
She nodded, looking a touch worried but reassured.
“Alright, sensei. Thank you.”
“Thank you for coming to get help,” he told her honestly, “you can always come to me for anything. No matter what it is, dattebayo.”
They shared a smile before he turned and headed off to find his well loved, pain in the neck knuckle headed pupil.
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The theories that you all are coming up with are so awesome to read. I won’t say what’s right or wrong, nor will I reveal what pitfalls you all have fallen into, lol. Just know, my evil ass is enjoying this! So, here’s some more nonsense to add to your puzzle pieces! What will ya’ll do with this new information I wonder? Is it misdirection? Is it unpolluted fact? Should you look closely or should you take a step back? Hmmmmmm…
Left or right? Which way ya’ll going? Lemme know, lol.
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