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Tales From A Linen Closet	By : Onileo Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2472 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The End of the Tale

     The woods were quiet as Sakura and her team of kunoichi passed through the branches overhead, but it was not the serene quiet that brought smiles and relaxed sighs. It was the sort that gained furtive glances around and uneasy feelings crawling down the spine. They had made it halfway to the border of Fire Country when it started, but after stopping twice to root out the problem, they had to give up and start travelling again, unable to pinpoint a single thing out of place.

     Now they were nearly to their destination: a caravan they were contracted to protect as it travelled to the daimyo’s mansion. Since it was a simple mission through familiar territory, Tsunade had decided to add a training element. She put Sakura in charge of leading Tenten, Hinata and Ino. The kunoichi would expand their ability to work with unfamiliar teammates in the field.

     Sakura slowed just outside the rendezvous point, the air suddenly tense and thick. Nodding to Hinata, she signaled the Hyuga to activate her bloodline limit and secure the area. Hinata paused on a branch, closed her eyes and formed a seal. Blood vessels seemed to sprout around her eyes as her lids lifted. Turning her head slightly, her face took on a faraway look as she scanned surroundings the others couldn’t see. After a moment, she nodded.

     “I see the caravan. Nothing seems out of place. The horses are standing relaxed and three men are beside it talking quietly. But I still have this feeling…”

     “Even though everything looks fine, let’s approach cautiously.”

     “I’ll go first.” Ino volunteered.

     Jumping down to the ground, she straightened her clothes and pulled her hair down. Angling to the right, she met the road and followed it to where the caravan was parked. The rest of her team followed in the trees at a safe distance, ready to jump in and help at a moment’s notice.

     The men turned to watch the woman approaching, one waving a hand in greeting. Ino waved back as she neared, eyes roaming the carts and wagons, loaded with supplies and visitors. She broached the horses, giving the nearest one a pat as she made sure there were no obvious traps. She was just about to signal the all-clear to her team when movement in the woods off to her right caught her eye. She turned her head to see several figures standing on a wide branch just above the men. One in particular struck her as familiar, and just as she placed those hard red and green eyes, the wagon she was standing beside exploded.

     The blast was deafening, and before she could even think of jumping back, a searing pain ripped through her stomach. A flaming piece of wood that was once part of the wagon caught her skin at an angle as it spun away, tearing a gash right across her middle. She heard loud swearing an instant before a figure landed right in front of her. Still half dazed, she stared up into Kakuzu’s angry face. A gasp escaped her and immediately her throat began to tighten as a throbbing in her brain warned her that she was about to pass out…

     Sakura’s heart dropped to her stomach as the wagon in front of Ino disintegrated in a fiery inferno. Her friend went down under the blast, and all hell broke loose. As the road erupted in chaos, she saw several figures in black cloaks emerge from the trees across from her, and the feeling went from bad to worse.

     “Tenten, Hinata, get Ino out of there!”

     The girls sprang into action, jumping down to the ground as a single unit before charging forward, Sakura in the lead. Black smoke began obscuring the area, and panicked horses fought their harnesses and screamed in fear as civilians went running everywhere for shelter. A second wagon caught fire, and it was then that Sakura spied Uchiha Itachi in the trees, flying through the seals for another fireball jutsu.

     “Tenten!” she shouted as she pointed in his direction.

     “Got it!”

     Tenten darted off in a flash as Sakura and Hinata continued forward. When they arrived at the first of the wagons, they came to a fast halt as two figures blocked their path. The first she recognized immediately as Hoshigaki Kisame, Itachi’s partner. The second was still obscured by the smoke, but as he stepped forward, recognition dawned. Her stomach flopped at seeing the silver-haired shinobi standing there, and her grip tightened on the kunai she had subconsciously drawn as they descended from the trees.

     Ino was gone.

     She didn’t have time to speak, let alone stare, as Kisame started forming hand seals. Water erupted from his mouth, but before the chakra-charged liquid could make contact, a barrier was thrown up around her. Hinata held the jutsu for as long as she could, but she only had enough time for one, and the water swept her away into the woods and out of sight. As the shield fell, Sakura heard Kisame mutter something about ‘taking care of the dark-haired one’ before he went rushing past, leaving Sakura with her opponent.

     Hidan met her gaze and she tried not to think about what she knew happened between them. Tried not to connect one of the greatest nights of her life with the man before her. But just looking at him brought it all rushing back. She held that hard body, pale despite constant exposure to the sun, kissed those sneering lips, ran her hands through his silken hair…

     ‘Stop it!’ she chided herself. He was a criminal, a murderer, and one look at the destruction surrounding them brought it all home. No matter what happened, or why, she was honor bound to put an end to him, one way or the other. Clearing her mind of everything but the battle ahead, she dropped into a half-crouch and prepared to attack.

     Hidan just stood there, staring at her with his hard eyes and cold face, waiting for her to make the first move. He knew he looked every inch the imperious bastard he was known to be, but he couldn’t help the churn of recognition that made his heart beat a little quicker and his breath come faster and shallower than it usually did. Despite their parting words, he had honestly hoped to never see her again. But fate was never denied when it demanded something, and here she stood before him, alone, angry, and more beautiful than she had been while writhing beneath him the previous spring. He watched her face with interest as she recognized him, emotions playing across her features. It ranged from shock to lust, then she schooled herself into a stoic mask of steel as she crouched and spoke.

     “Hidan.” she acknowledged him, her voice still slightly unsteady in spite of her efforts.

     “Sakura.” It came out warmer than he intended, a plain contradiction to his cool demeanor.

     Then she was after him, fists blazing green as she closed in. It was easy enough to dodge her attack; he had always been quick. Bringing his scythe around, he aimed for her and turned it loose. She managed to dodge just before it would have nicked her arm and he let loose with a string of curses. Spinning in a circle, he used his sandal to etch Jashin’s symbol in the dirt, all the while dodging the shuriken that came spinning at him. She lunged again, and he countered, drawing blood from her arm as it created a large gash in her bicep. With a hiss she jumped back, sending chakra to the wound immediately. He met her eyes again and grinned wickedly as he raised the scythe to his lips. He stopped short as her gaze pierced him, and the churning in his stomach increased.

     For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to kill his opponent.

     He didn’t know if it was the look in her eyes, a mixture of fear, determination and sadness, or if it was the night they shared together. But despite Jashin’s teachings and his own hatred of everyone, he didn’t want to see her gone from life. She was too vibrant, too pure. So, he did the only thing he could do. He let her kill him. Maybe Jashin would actually let him die for his disobedience, and that wouldn’t be so bad.

     He had to give her points for ruthlessness; when it came, it was fast. She took advantage of his sudden hesitation to attack, her kunai sliding into his lung as a jolt of chakra hit his heart. It stuttered painfully for several seconds before coming to a halt. His breath faltered at nearly the same time, and the pain ripping through his entire chest was nearly as delightful as anything he had created for himself in the past. She was still right on top of him as he started to fall backwards, one hand coming up to brush her cheek. He gave her a genuine smile and watched actual tears well up in her eyes as she returned the gesture. No one had ever cried for him before. Familiar blackness curled around his awareness, and he welcomed it, at peace with his decision to let her live...

     It felt like an eternity had passed, but at last Hidan’s eyelids opened, and he blinked rapidly to clear them and regain his bearings. The remains of the caravan were still smoldering nearby, anyone that might have survived long gone. He was still in the spot where he had fallen, Jashin’s circle still visible in the dirt. Sakura was nowhere to be seen.

     With a knowing smirk he rose to his feet and set off for the rendezvous point they had set up before the mission. Kakuzu would bitch at him for failing to kill her, but he didn’t care. It would be worth dying a thousand times over when spring arrived and he was allowed to chase after his green-eyed temptress again…

     One minute Tenten was hurling shuriken and kunai into the tree line, the next she was standing in a field of tall, white daisies, the sky overhead an impossibly deep blue dotted with fluffy white clouds. The smoking caravan was gone, along with her team, nothing but the flowers clear to the horizon. But as empty as her surroundings appeared, she sensed that she wasn’t alone. Turning in a slow circle, she tried to locate the presence, seeing nothing. Then a wave of chakra rolled over her, and she spun around to find herself looking into a familiar pair of red eyes. Taking a step back, she nodded in greeting.

     “Uchiha Itachi.”

     “Tenten. I see that your ankle healed, as expected.”

     She nodded, amazed that he would even remember her, let alone their previous encounter. “Where are we?”

     “A genjutsu. I apologize, but I had to restrain you.”

     His chivalry was unexpected as well, and she found a smile planting itself on her face. She was fairly certain no other enemy shinobi would treat her this way when she was cornered and under their control. And this made the second time that he treated her more than fairly when she was at a disadvantage.

     “Hey, you do what you gotta do, right? I’m just grateful it’s not the other one.” she said cheerily.

     “Other one?”

     “Yeah. You know, the Tsukiyomi.”

     The corner of Itachi’s lips twitched in amusement. “I see.”

     She looked around, fingers flexing in the sunshine that she could have sworn was real as it heated the skin on her arms. “So, how long am I going to be here?”

     “A few more minutes. Our mission is nearly complete. I will be gone by the time you awaken.”

     With a nod of understanding, Tenten sat down in the flowers. If he were going to hurt her, he would have done it before he revealed himself. And he had taken the trouble to create a pleasant environment for her, when he could have just locked her in the darkness until she woke up. She might as well enjoy it. The fragrant scent she was sure actually belonged to roses surrounded her, and a genuine smile tugged at her lips. Patting the ground beside her, she beckoned Itachi over. “Won’t you join me, Itachi-san?”

     He gave her a stare that was a cross between distrust and disbelief.

     “Don’t you think that would be rather improper?”

     She laughed, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the carefree sound as it rolled over him. “This is all in my head, right? So I’m entitled to do as I like. You might as well enjoy it with me.”

     Giving in to her innocent temptation, he came to her side and gingerly lowered himself to the ground. Tenten shifted until she had her back perpendicular to his legs, and then laid her head in his lap. Itachi stiffened as she wiggled to get comfortable, but she only sighed in contentment and closed her eyes as a warm breeze wafted over them.

     He studied her peaceful features for several long moments before the question suddenly burning his curiosity alive found a voice. “Aren’t you worried about your teammates?”

     She opened her eyes, and the sincerity of her chocolate gaze overwhelmed him. “Of course I am. But I am not skilled enough to break this jutsu. So nothing I do right now will change the outcome of their battles.”

     “You aren’t going to try?”

     “I did just now. Twice.”

     He hummed a small noise of assent before he took her earlier advice to heart. This was such an unusual situation for him, and she trusted him so easily while under his control that he found her good mood infectious. She hadn’t even been afraid to look him in the eyes, a foolish act, but one he found himself liking nonetheless. Feeling his gaze on her, her lids lifted and once again her dark irises reminded him of an innocent doe. She mirrored his intent look as he took in every detail of her face. That is, until his attention was drawn to the dulling whiteness of the clouds that were passing overhead.

     “It is time for you to wake up.” he stated, forcing the sudden twinge of regret from his voice. He had never met someone so innately happy, and he would not have minded spending a few more moments with her.

     She plucked a daisy from beside her, twirling the stem in her fingers as she noticed the details beginning to fade from the petals. Sitting up, she turned to face Itachi, who was watching her with an unreadable expression. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his, enjoying his surprise before pulling back to give him a genuine smile.

     “Take care of yourself, Uchiha Itachi.”

     She started to rise and walk away, but before she could get her legs under her, his hand shot out and pulled her back down to him. His lips were warm and soft as he kissed her, and she swore she could actually taste him. She held on to the feeling until the sky darkened and the flowers disappeared and all that was left was his lips on hers.

      Then she lost consciousness, or regained it, whichever way it went, to find herself lying on the ground. Voices and panic in the distance told her she was back in her correct state of mind, regardless. Gaining her feet quickly, she returned to help the civilians, knowing too well that she had no chance of catching up to the Akatsuki. Itachi was probably already moving out by the time she realized she was standing in a field of flowers instead of the forest.

      But who would have thought that she and Uchiha Itachi, sworn enemies by loyalty, would share such a moment of peace with each other?

     Bringing her fingers to her lips, she relished the tingle still on them before her smile faded away completely and her thoughts turned toward the caravan and her teammates. She just prayed that they were still alive…

      In an abandoned hunting camp several miles away, Ino lay unconscious on a dusty cot, her impromptu rescuer sitting next to her on the lumpy mattress. Kakuzu let his fingers trail over the reddened flesh of her stomach, held together by the same thick black threads that covered his body. The wound crossed over her other scar, the thin white line that she had been so self-conscious about before. Anger flashed over him and he drew his hand away. She had been nearly perfect, and he had ruined her. He never should have touched her, not the first time, and not now. But with her doomed medic nin engaged in battle with his partner, she would have died if he left her alone. The thought of leaving before she woke crossed his mind. Then he wouldn’t have to see the horror on her face when she discovered what he had done.

      He tensed to stand when her arm snaked out and grabbed his, halting his movement. Then her haunting blue eyes were open and he knew it was too late.

      “Kaku…” She stopped and squeezed her eyes shut, as if she were waiting for something to happen. Apparently, she had had more than one slip that activated his jutsu. When nothing happened, she ventured to open one eyelid and peer up at him in confusion. Taking a deep breath, she pushed an invisible limit.

      “Kakuzu?”

     Her thin voice drifted up to him, weakened by her forced sleep. Nodding in response, he eased himself back down to her side. He couldn’t stand the lazy smile that ghosted across her lips at her success. She tried to sit up, only to wince in pain with the effort. His hand was on her shoulder before he could stop himself, pushing her gently back down. Feeling for her wound with her free hand, she slid her fingers under her shirt to where the pain was radiating from. He watched her face twist in puzzlement as she brushed over the heavy stitches, sticky with plasma.

     “It was the only way I could fix it. It’s permanent; the blow you took from that jutsu seared your skin and the wound wouldn’t have closed on its own.”

     She was watching his face as her fingers left her stomach and moved to her throat to find the comforting weight of her choker was no longer there.

     “I had to remove it. The reason you passed out was because I showed up just after you were injured.”

     That was also the reason Ino had a screaming headache now. She had managed to school her thoughts of him, to the point where in the last year she had only had two incidences of blacking out. Thankfully, both times she was alone, so no one witnessed her embarrassing fainting spells. At last she found her voice again and gave him a small smile.

     “Could you please…?”

     With a nod, Kakuzu extended an arm and watched the threads around his forearm loosen enough to allow others to slip through. Three twisted around each other, weaving in and out, until he had a good two foot section of braid. She lifted her chin so he had access to her neck, silently sucking in her breath as she felt the threads wrap around her throat. Kakuzu knotted it snugly in place before snapping off the excess, leaving her with an intimate reminder of him once more.

     “No jutsu this time?”

     “No.”

     Realizing that her hand was still on his arm, she dropped it, surprised he hadn’t taken offence to her touching him for so long. But then again, she was probably the only person in the world who had touched him for longer. Dropping that thought before it made her blush, she frowned as he stood again and turned toward the door.

     “Are you leaving?”

     “I must return and complete my mission.” he said without turning around.

     “Can I come with you?” Ino asked, hating the way her voice sounded more like a child’s than the woman she was proud to be. But she was so tired of being lonely, tired of keeping her secret, tired of everything but him.

     He turned back to her, surprised at her request. Her liquid blue eyes bore into him, pleading, and he actually considered it for a moment. Then his infallible common sense intervened, reminding him that his current lifestyle was far too unpredictable. She would follow him around, get attached to him, then one of them would die in front of the other in a fateful encounter with someone more powerful than either of them. Better to just avoid the whole mess in the first place.

     “No.” he finally replied, harsher than he intended to.

     Her voice grew soft as her fingers found the choker around her neck, absently running its length. “You don’t know what it’s been like, knowing you are there in my mind, in my dreams, and not even being able to think about it. It’s the cruelest thing anyone has ever done to me.”

     Kakuzu stayed silent, drinking her in with his turbulent eyes before walking off, leaving the sagging door open behind him. He pretended that her pleading hadn’t affected him, keeping his steps slow and measured, but he couldn’t help but feel as if he were having a problem with his heart. The one that had beat with a cold mechanical rhythm for so long, only losing its steadiness once before, when he first met her. But it was for the best, no matter how much it hurt her at the moment. He would eventually fade in her mind, replaced by another who was more deserving of her than he. An old adage rose in his mind, passing his lips before he could stop it.

     “If you love them, let them go…”

     Snorting at his uncharacteristic sentimentality, he shook his head before rounding the last bend in the creek leading to the road.

     Ino watched his retreating back, blaming her watery eyes on the pain running through her stomach. She was not Sakura, she did not cry over anyone, especially someone stupid enough to reject her. Besides, like her mother used to tell her when she came home complaining about whichever boyfriend had dumped her,

     ‘If you love them, let them go. If they come back, they’re yours forever. If not, they were never.’

     None of them had ever come back, until now. Kakuzu had gone out of his way to save her life, even indulged her stupid whim for another choker when he was probably already low on chakra. She ran a hand over her stomach and her newest memento of him, ignoring the pain in favor of feeling the smoothness of the threads embedded in her flesh. If he came back once, he would come back again. Next time, she would be the one to sew herself into him. Again and again until you couldn’t tell one from the other. Feeling a bit insane over the sentiment, but comforted nonetheless, she blinked her eyes hard to clear them, a smile softening her face as she finally thought about him without getting dizzy.

     “Until forever then…”

     Hinata was thrown head over heels into the forest, the force of the water knocking her through brush and over the ground until an oak tree halted her progress. With a hard thud she went down, grateful that the water receded shortly after. Climbing to her feet as fast as she could, she spit fluid out of her mouth, grimacing as she tasted blood mixed with the water. She had no doubt he would be coming for her any second now.

     She had known who she was facing as soon as she saw him. But she had no doubts about his sincerity in this fight. They might have met before, might have kissed on the beach under the moonlight, but this was a mission, and all other considerations were thrown out the window.

     Activating her Byakugan she watched his approach; slow, measured steps counting down the time to her doom. She had no doubt he could defeat her. He was an Akatsuki, and she was just now completing her training for jounin. Dropping into the gentle fist stance, she waited for him to clear the final tree between them before she dove forward, hoping to get under his sword’s guard and land a blow before he had a chance to strike.

     Kisame barely had time to react before she was upon him, fingers glowing with chakra. He knew her clan’s abilities, and what she intended to do with them. He sidestepped the first blow, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around until her back was to him. Capturing her other wrist, he crossed her arms over her chest, forcing her against him. She struggled to free herself for several minutes, then realizing it was useless, fell still. He didn’t loosen his hold with her acquiescence, instead dropping his head to let his breath fan across her neck as he whispered in her ear.

     “Did you miss me?”

     He barely caught the subtle nod of her head before she answered. “Does it matter? We’re enemies.”

     “It matters to me.”

     She could see his face with her Byakugan, and the sincerity in his eyes floored her. She felt herself softening toward him, and a small smile found her lips. Could her one night with him have matter that much to him? They had done nothing more than kiss before sitting quietly until the sun came up, but it was a time she would never forget either.

     “Thank you, by the way.” she said softly.

     “For what?”

     “For staying with me until my teammates came looking for me.”

     “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But the grin on his face told her he was lying.

     Movement on the edge of her vision caught her attention, and she quickly recognized the chakra and shape of her team leader. She didn’t know what possessed her to say anything, but the warning was out of her mouth before she could stop it.

     “Sakura’s coming.”

     His dark chuckle reverberated in her ear. “I’d better make this quick then.”

     Hinata tensed, waiting for the blow that would end her life. Instead she was spun around and forced backwards until a tree stopped the disconcerting motion. Her hands were freed an instant before Kisame captured her waist, picking her up with ease as he pinned her against him. Struggling not to slip, her legs came around his hips in a tight grip as her hands wrapped around his neck. Before she had time to think about the implications of the position, his lips found hers in a hungry kiss and her world spun to a halt.

     Kisame growled low in his throat as she clung to him. He could taste the tang of her blood on her lips, and that sent excitement roaring through him. His tongue swept the red moisture away before he pressed her for more. Her hands tightened on him as she complied, and her eager tongue met his. He let her have dominance, enjoying her exploration as his fingers tightened under the wave of ecstasy rolling through him. Her aggression was surprising, considering her timid nature, and he took pride in knowing that little fact about her.

     All too soon he could hear the pink haired kunoichi closing in on them. With a muttered curse he pulled back before his head fell to her neck to leave a bruising kiss on the tender flesh, marking her as his for the world to see. She let out a pleasured gasp, her eyes squeezing tightly closed as she arched against him. He pulled back to rest his forehead against hers, the cold metal of his protector a shock on her skin.

     “When this is over, I’m coming for you.” he whispered before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

     He never looked back as he made his way to the rendezvous point they had set up before the mission. Licking the taste of her from his lips, he smirked. Itachi would be pleased with his restraint. The few times he spoke about their battles, he always chided Kisame on his unnecessary violence. This time he had to agree. When it came to Hinata, it was much better to be a lover than a fighter...

     Hinata opened her eyes to see Sakura coming into view, blood spattered across the front of her vest. When she saw her lying against the tree, she broke into a run until she dropped down at her side.

     “Hinata, are you alright?”

     “I’m fine.” she replied shakily. “Where are the others?”

    “I’m here!” called Tenten seconds before she dropped to the ground from the branches above. She was out of breath from running, sweat beading on her forehead. “The caravan is gone, and the survivors have fled. What should we do, Sakura?”

    “Let’s get back to it, and see what’s left. The others might return, and they’ll need protection until we reach the next village. And we need to find Ino.”

    The smoking ruin of wood and metal greeted the women as they returned to the road. Sakura was dismayed to see that Hidan’s body was gone, no doubt taken by his comrades. The braver civilians were back, gathering the bodies of the fallen and tending the couple of horses that broke free of their wagons before they exploded. Sakura had just ordered Tenten and Hinata to stay and help while she looked for Ino when the blonde kunoichi limped out of the woods, one hand holding her torso. She looked like she had been crying, her hair disheveled and her clothes covered in dust.

    Sakura ran over to her, but she just held up a hand to stop her. “I’m alright, Forehead. Let’s just get these people to safety so we can go home. After this I’m taking a trip to a hot spring and never coming back out.”

    Sakura gave her friend a nod and turned back around. A sudden sense of relief washed over her. They had been attacked by the Akatsuki, and miraculously, all of them escaped with their lives. It was sure to be some kind of record. But even that slight victory seemed wrong, especially after the way Hidan had looked at her so tenderly. And she had put a kunai right through his chest. Everyone else seemed to be in a somber and quiet mood as well, one that wouldn’t be quelled until long after they’d return to Konoha. For her, it wouldn’t quite go away until the first cherry blossoms fell from their branches the following spring…

     “So, what do you think?” Jiraya asked eagerly, leaning across the table, palms splayed across the wood as he waited expectantly for an answer. The toad that had been sitting quietly in front of him hopped out of the way, landing between them before turning his head to give Jiraya a glare for interrupting his peaceful meditation. And the quiet of the room had been perfect for it too.

     “Well…” Kakashi trailed off as he set the manuscript down, digging for something truthful to say about the other man’s latest work.

     “Brilliant, right?”

     “Umm… it’s…”

     Kakashi was saved by the sound of his window sliding open to reveal Naruto perched on the ledge, eyes betraying his curiosity as he gave them a wave.

     “Hey Kakashi-sensei, Pervy-sage. Whatcha doin’?”

     “Show some respect to your elders!” Jiraya snapped in indignation. It faded as quickly as it came, replaced by the grin he wore moments before. “Kakashi was just about to tell me what he thought about my newest story.”

     Naruto rolled his eyes as he strode over to the table and snatched the manuscript up. “I’ll bet it’s just more of your pervertedness…”

     Despite his dismissal, he quickly became absorbed in reading the page that lay open on top. His eyes widened before his brow furrowed as a frown marred his face.

     “What?! Not Hinata! Pervy Sage, how could you?”

     “Calm down, Naruto, it’s just a story.” Kakashi reprimanded, planting a gloved hand on his head.

     “But you base all of your writing on your research. So you at least had to have seen her with someone.”

     At this, Kakashi stared at Jiraya, half in awe, half in dismay. He didn’t have time to say anything before Naruto threw the stack of papers back on the table and disappeared out the window.

     “Jiraya, does this mean that these stories are…”

     Jiraya nodded, a hint of sadistic glee dancing across his brain.

     “Sakura…”

     Kakashi disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Jiraya alone with the young toad.

     “Master Jiraya, should you have told them that?”

     Jiraya slumped back in his chair, arm dangling over the back as he stared out the window. His gaze landed on the Hokage Tower, and a small smile came over his face as a familiar chair came crashing out of a familiar window before falling into the newly repaired concrete below.

     “Don’t worry so much.” he said, suppressing a laugh as Tsunade’s tirade reached him from the now broken window. “If the story is real then the love is real, and no one in their right mind would screw that up.”

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