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Part 10: Endgame
91: Precautions

“If you want shelter, you will have to swear never to challenge me for the clan leadership.”
Madara could not remember ever hating anyone more than he loathed Sasuke Uchiha at that moment. If his gaze could have bored a hole through Sasuke’s skull it would have done so; his hands itched to close around his throat and squeeze.
So much for getting Sasuke into a situation where he would have to make his own decisions rather than referring to Neji or Shikamaru; he was doing irritatingly well on his own.
Sasuke was staring back at him. The blue contact lenses made him look like his children. Madara felt something inside him give way. Sasuke and his offspring could have his new Uchiha; Madara no longer wanted it. What he would build would be much more magnificent.
Once he had accepted that, it was easier. If he was honest with himself, any chance of becoming leader of new Uchiha had vanished when Bettencourt had sent him the tape. It was now about building a fabulous future; a true Uchiha. He took a deep breath.
“Provided you keep your offer to fund my venture, I shall not challenge you for the leadership of the clan you call new Uchiha.” Having said it, he was determined to make the most of it. “I would like us to give a joint interview with the media tomorrow, during which we will go on public record about our new agreement. We may also wish to warn people about the AHB plot but I shall leave that decision to you and your advisors.”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed. “Very well.” He got to his feet in one fluid movement. “Until tomorrow.”
Madara chose not to stand. “Until tomorrow.”

Then they were gone. Madara heard the outer door close and knew that Tokeisou would move to wait within earshot.
“Tea,” he ordered.
Watching the familiar ceremony calmed him. Tokeisou performed it perfectly and, this time, instead of pretending it was Haku he imagined it being one of the geishas whose contracts he intended to buy.
Once he finished his tea he made the gesture that would trigger the familiar question.
“Is there anything I can do for you, milord?”
Madara leaned back, displaying his erection. “You can begin by seeing to this.”

It was the middle of station night by the time he was ready to leave. He watched as Tokeisou forced himself to stand and struggled to pull on a robe. It satisfied some hunger in Madara to see such evidence of his domination, even if the effects would soon be banished by a spell in a tank.
Kimimaro looked uncharacteristically dishevelled, which perhaps was not surprising given the time he had been waiting. Madara decided not to comment. Kimimaro was not Sumaru; he did not have the resilience required for perfection.
How would Kimimaro react to him betraying the AHB? Would the oath he had sworn to Izuna hold him?
“Kimimaro-san,” he began as they exited the elevator at Prime and walked towards the apartment.
“Uchiha-sama,” Kimimaro responded.
Madara cringed inside to hear the title he had forgone. “Sometimes, Kimimaro-san, things are not as they seem. Sometimes it is wise to do something that appears unappealing in the short term to gain greater advantage over a longer time.”
Kimimaro looked at him. “I understand, Uchiha-sama.”
“Good. I expect you to keep that at the forefront of your mind, particularly when we go to Uchiha headquarters later this morning.”
“Yes, Uchiha-sama,” Kimimaro replied.
Madara considered reminding him of his oath but decided that was a step too far; questioning his loyalty might push him away.
“Get some rest, Kimimaro-san. I shall need you at your best,” he said instead.
“I understand, Uchiha-sama.”

Sasuke waited until they were clear of the apartment and then looked at the others.
“We should not go directly to the household,” Kakashi pointed out. “We could already be covered with this anti-hybrid agent.”
“Do we have a shuttle at one of the private docks?” Sasuke asked.
Kakashi nodded. “Ready and waiting, in case we should have need of it.”
“It isn’t manned by a hybrid?” Sasuke checked.
“No, it is Gai and Terai.”

Once they were in the shuttle, Kakashi went to raise Rin over a secure radio link and Sasuke turned to Neji.
“Was he telling the truth?”
Neji hesitated before answering. “At least in part. There were no lies I could detect but, as always, he was not telling us everything he knows.”
Sasuke could not help scowling; he needed more than that.
“He believes that the AHB have a bioweapon,” Neji clarified. “He believes it is directed at hybrids. He is uncertain about how effective it is. He believes that the AHB intend to release it. He believes that he will be given a bioweapon bomb to release in Uchiha headquarters tomorrow. He does intend to give you the weapon rather than releasing it.”
It was more detail that Neji usually gave him.
“What do you intend to do, Sasuke-sama?” Neji asked.

Rin, of course, advised the most cautious of options. She wanted the four of them quarantined and all the hybrids scanned and placed in stasis.
Extended quarantine was not feasible, he had the meeting with Izuna the next morning, but he would stay away from the household until they had a better idea of what they were facing. As for the hybrids going into stasis; Sasuke could not see Naruto agreeing to that. They did not even know if the danger was real.
“You should order him and the other hybrids into stasis, Sasuke-sama,” Kakashi volunteered. “At least until Rin has analysed the agent. Imagine how you would feel if one of them died. Also, if there is any possibility that this agent is already abroad, we should inform the Maple and the Ninken.”
Sasuke’s gut twisted. He tried to think past Naruto and the kits becoming sick. “Get me a private link to Naruto.”
“We could organise a video link from the control room,” Neji suggested.

“Teme,” Naruto acknowledged. “What is happening? Why are you in disguise?”
Sasuke flinched at his tone, even thought it was mollified by the usual term of endearment. He wished he could turn back time and tell Naruto about the coded message before he had left the household. Now he had to go through all that before he could get to the point.
Naruto listened carefully; his eyes getting more and more stormy as Sasuke moved from how the meeting had come about to its contents.
“So the AHB are releasing a hybrid-specific bioweapon across Tarrasade,” Naruto checked as he finished.
Sasuke had not thought of the bigger picture; he had only got as far as the crew of the Ninken and that was because Kakashi had mentioned them. Any prospect of getting Naruto to go into stasis vanished. He was patron of the HDL; if there was a crisis he was the person the hybrids would turn to. “We won’t know anything for certain until tomorrow when we get the sample to analyse.”
“Sasuke, you know they will release the stuff across Tarrasade at the same time as Izuna is meant to release it in Uchiha headquarters. That gives us until tomorrow morning to do something.”
“Dobe, you getting poisoned or infected will not help. Let Rin put you somewhere safe.”
Naruto’s whiskers twitched. “Safe? I hope you aren’t suggesting stasis.”
Sasuke backpedalled. “Biomedical containment. Just until we know what it is. You will still be able to communicate with people via radio and video. Please, dobe.”
Naruto looked at him. “It would make sense,” he conceded. “If I do it, Kuuya, Yuki and Keizo will follow my lead,” he added.
“All the hybrids,” Sasuke emphasised.
“I get it,” Naruto assured him. “Has anyone told Shi-chan? What about station control? Maybe they can do something to contain it.”
“You talk to Shika. I’ll be there soon, but I’ll be going into quarantine in case this meeting was a way of getting the agent into the household.”
Naruto nodded. “Understood.”

Rin was not happy but she agreed that the hybrid members of the crew should be given a choice between stasis and biomedical containment.
Then Shikamaru joined in and everything accelerated. He pointed out that the fastest way of providing biomedical containment was a ship only for Naruto to refuse to get onto one.
After a short row Sasuke backed down. Naruto was right; the AHB would announce that he was running away and hybrids across Tarrasade might panic. Luckily, by the time they had settled the argument, Shikamaru had gone over the plans of the Uchiha compound and come up with another solution.
Whoever had designed the original household had considered the possibility of chemical or biological attack; if they opened one of the unused levels they could quickly convert it into apartments with isolated air systems.
Sasuke left Iruka and Haku organising that and convened a virtual meeting of key personnel to discuss how to proceed.

By station night they had made decisions and implemented them. Kakashi had spoken with Inari and with Captain Bull. Asuma and Itachi had gone in person to speak with Station Control. Moegi had left for Sublevel C with as much equipment and supplies as could be made available. Shikamaru was planning a mass evacuation of hybrids, should that prove necessary. Rin had worked out how to contain whatever Izuna would bring the next day so that it could be transported to the infirmary and analysed.
The scans had been completed. None of the hybrid members of the crew showed symptoms. However, as Rin was quick to point out, they did not know what they were looking for.

Sasuke stared at the narrow bed. The apartment where he, Kakashi, Neji and Sumaru were being quarantined had two bedrooms. This was the smaller. If it had not had a shower and a head, Sasuke would have suspected it was a closet with a bed crammed into it.
If he remembered rightly, this whole level had been occupied by lower-ranked Uchiha who had served the clan leader. Just being this close to the ruling family had been considered a privilege. The tiny room with its narrow bed had probably been a reward for outstanding service.
He was proud that they no longer lived that way.
He sighed. He had not been away from Naruto at night for a long time. It reminded him of when Naruto had been tanked, which brought back memories of the bombing and the horrors that had followed.

There was a beep from the basket that someone, probably Haku, had left on the shelf at the side. He went to investigate and found a radio, mike and earpiece.
He could tell it was Naruto by his breathing even before he spoke. “Teme.”
“Dobe.”
“How are you doing?”
Sasuke considered. “Do you know who put the triplets to bed?”
“Hoshi. She’s going to sleep in the side room in case they are upset.”
“Good.”
“It’s probably all a false alarm,” Naruto reminded him.
Sasuke sat on the bed. “By the Lady, I hope so.”
“You going to have a shower?”
“I thought I might leave it for the morning,” Sasuke admitted.
“No, you should wash away the dye and the makeup.”
Sasuke sighed; Naruto was right.
“The mike and earpiece are waterproof,” Naruto hinted.

The shower stall was a tight fit but the water pressure was good, the spray was hot and someone had put a small bottle of his favourite body wash in the basket.
“Wash your hair first, teme,” Naruto ordered. “Get the dye out.”
Sasuke did as he was told. Purple rivulets ran down his chest and belly.
“Kept washing it until the water runs clear. Rub your scalp like I would if I were there.”
“It’s not the same when I do it myself,” Sasuke complained as he added the third lot of cleanser. At this rate he would empty the entire bottle. “Any dye that’s going to come out is out,” he announced as he rinsed the suds out.
“You will look lovely with a purple tint,” Naruto teased. “Has all the makeup gone?”
There was no mirror, so he could not check. He rubbed his cheek with the ball of his thumb. “Yes.”
“Is there any cleanser left?”
Sasuke checked the bottle. “Enough.”
“Is there a sponge?”
“No.”
“You’ll have to use your hands,” Naruto purred. “Start with your nipples. I expect they are really dirty.”
Sasuke’s nipples crinkled and his cock sprung to attention just at the sound of Naruto’s voice.
“Be gentle. Just a fingertip. One on each. Small circles working inwards.”
It was ridiculously arousing.
“Do you think they are clean now?” Naruto asked.
“Yes.”
“Let your fingertips drift down...”

Sasuke did not hear what came next because suddenly the water changed from pleasantly hot to freezing cold. He tried to jump out of the way and only succeeded in hitting his head on the showerhead and dislodging his earpiece.
It tumbled down his body. He made a vain attempt to catch it, jabbing himself in the back with the faucet as he did so. He caught a glimpse of it swirling towards the drain and dived down to grab it. Unfortunately the manoeuvre exposed his butt and the high pressure spray managed a direct hit on his scrotum.
Finally he managed to turn off the water, wrap himself in a towel and put the earpiece back in.
“Teme?” Naruto sounded worried.
“I am fine,” Sasuke replied, looking at the mess. In his quest to retrieve the earpiece he had pushed the door of the shower open and there was water everywhere. “A small mishap with the shower.”
“The way you shrieked, it sounded like someone was trying to kill you.”
“I did not shriek,” Sasuke objected. He searched for the blowers, only to find there weren’t any. He would have mop up the best he could using the towel.
“Sounded like a shriek to me,” Naruto insisted.
“I did not...”
He was interrupted by knocking on the bedroom door, followed by Sumaru’s voice. “Are you all right, Sasuke-sama?”
“I am fine,” Sasuke called in return.
“So the not-shriek was pretty loud then,” Naruto pointed out.
“Dobe,” Sasuke warned.

Finally he was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a robe. The sodden towel was hanging in the shower and, hopefully, the floor would have dried by the morning. The small mirror on the wall had confirmed that his hair still had a faint purple tint but he was past caring.
Naruto could not stop laughing.
“So you managed to bash your head, jab yourself in the ribs, freeze your balls and flood half the bedroom.”
“I wish I hadn’t told you,” Sasuke complained.
Naruto managed a sultry tone for a few moments. “I wish I was there to kiss it all better, especially those poor abused balls.” Unfortunately he ruined it by bursting into laughter again.
“Give me a break, dobe.”
“Poor Sasuke. I love you.”
Sasuke had to admit that hearing Naruto laugh made him feel good, “Love you too. I think I had better go to bed.”
“Is your hair dry? If you go to sleep with it damp you know what it’ll look like tomorrow.”
“Yes, it’s dry,” Sasuke lied.

Next morning the small mirror confirmed Naruto’s fears. As well as being faintly purple, his hair was fluffy and sticking out in all directions. No amount of combing improved it.
He decided to give up, dressed in his uniform and joined the others, Kakashi’s small smile and the way Sumaru’s eyes tracked his head confirmed it was bad.
“The plan is to go directly to headquarters, Sasuke-sama,” Neji reminded him.
Sasuke sighed. “Can you do anything with it?”
“I do have some spray conditioner that is useful for such emergencies,” Neji admitted.

It had been decided that only Sumaru would be present for the meeting, with Kakashi and Neji in the adjacent room and Shikamaru linked via video and radio. When Sasuke reached the meeting room there was an earpiece and throat mike.
“I hope that this one fits better than the other,” Shikamaru commented as soon as he put the earpiece in.
Sasuke bit back a retort, telling himself that Naruto would have enjoyed telling the tale. “To business, Shika-san,” he suggested.
“Yes, Sasuke-sama. Do you want me to fill you in with respect to the various contingency plans?”
“That would be useful, Shika-san.”

By the time Izuna was due, Sasuke was wondering if Shikamaru had slept at all. He had things ready to roll for every eventuality they had considered, from decontamination to evacuation to hospital ships.
“And, in case the worst comes to the worst, I am working on how to provide two thousand places in stasis,” Shikamaru concluded. “Na-chan won’t argue so much about going into stasis if we can offer that solution to every other hybrid in Tarrasade. I have ordered as many pods as I can and I'm looking for ships that transport people in stasis. I've already spoken to Garner and he can lend us Pein's old ship again, which will be a start."
Sasuke’s gut twisted. He hoped it would not come to that. If they were resorting to stasis it would mean that there was a disease but no cure. “Good work, Shika-san.”
A different voice in his ear. “Sasuke-sama?”
It was Neji. “Yes, Neji-san?”
“I suggest you go to the window. Izuna-sama is on his way and you may like to see who he has with him.”
Sasuke went to the window. There was no missing Izuna’s party as they crossed the plaza. As well as Izuna and Kimimaro, there were four guards, a cameraman and a woman. “Who is the reporter?” Sasuke asked.
“Yukie Fujikaze,” Neji replied. “Shika has just confirmed that it is one of her regular cameramen and he has security clearance. Izuna-sama did mention a joint interview and we did agree.”
“You had better get down to the lobby and have a word with her,” Sasuke told him. “Make sure she understands that it is not to go out live and that we want the usual editorial control.”
“On my way, Sasuke-sama,” Neji confirmed.
“And make sure that the four guards get no further than the waiting room in the lobby,” Sasuke added. “It’s bad enough that we have to let Kimimaro in.”

Madara was not surprised that Neji was waiting in the lobby.
“Izuna-sama, Yukie-san,” he greeted them. “Your guards can wait in here.” He gestured towards the waiting room.
Kimimaro bristled but Madara ignored it. He gestured that the guards should obey and then tried to eavesdrop on the quiet words Neji was exchanging with Yukie Fujikaze. It included the words ‘usual conditions’, which was encouraging. Even though he had gone out of his way to obtain their favourite reporter, Madara had not been sure that they would agree to her attending the meeting.

Neji escorted them up one level, to the most prestigious of the meeting rooms. Other than Sumaru, Sasuke was alone. Madara heard Kimimaro’s breathing hitch. He did not know if it was disappointment that the fox hybrid was not present or because of his feud with Sumaru.
Sasuke’s hair was still faintly purple and, irritatingly, it suited him.
“Yukie-san,” Sasuke began. “What an unexpected pleasure. Izuna-sama, it is good of you to come. It is about time we settled our differences.”
Madara belated realised that Sasuke was already performing for the camera. He pulled himself together. “Sasuke-sama,” he acknowledged.

He signalled to Kimimaro that he should take up a position at the side of the room, mirroring Sumaru’s. Hopefully he would try to outdo Sumaru and therefore stand completely still and utterly silent for the duration of the meeting. Whether he did or not, Madara needed to concentrate on Sasuke.
He had expected Sasuke to be disconcerted by the presence of the reporter and cameraman. On the contrary, he had launched a fully-fledged charm offensive before they had taken their places and within seconds he had seized the initiative.
“I confess there has been tension between us,” Sasuke was saying. “It can be difficult to find common ground across a millennium. The events of the last thousand standards inform my decisions and the directions in which I intend to lead Uchiha. For Izuna-sama, those events never happened. He sees Uchiha in a different light. It has taken us time, but we have come up with a solution.” He paused and looked across, offering Madara the opportunity to speak.

He took it because the alternative was to allow Sasuke to continue speaking for both of them. “Yes, we have decided that the solution is two clans. Sasuke-sama will stay here, with his new version of Uchiha that I find so alien. I shall relocate and continue the process I began a millennium ago; founding a clan in a newly discovered system.”
The reporter’s eyes lit up. “How exciting, Izuna-sama.”
“Exactly,” Madara replied. “I shall be looking for the brightest and the best young people to accompany me. We will build my vision of Uchiha.”
“And will all those young people be purebred, Izuna-sama?” she asked.
On balance, Madara was glad she had asked the question. “Yes. In my time there was a lot less technology, including genetic engineering. We had fewer computers, no implants and no hybrids. I wish to return to that. I want my clan to live in a more traditional way and I know that there are many others who also yearn for that opportunity. I hope that some of them will choose to come with me.”
“Have you made any decisions about how the venture will be funded?”
Madara decided to allow Sasuke to answer.
“I wanted Izuna-sama to have at least what he had when he was so tragically lost,” Sasuke replied. “We set Tarrasade aside, because our home is beyond price, and considered the rest. We are giving Izuna-sama one-third of Uchiha’s current wealth.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “That is very generous, Sasuke-sama.”
Sasuke frowned slightly. “No, Yukie-san, it is fair.”
She flushed a little at his criticism but quickly pulled herself together. “Do you have any details you can share with us, Izuna-sama?”
“It would be unwise to broadcast too many details,” Madara answered. “However I can confirm that we have a specific system and the resources to develop it, including the necessary gates. The system is completely undeveloped, so it is a tremendous opportunity.”
“Does the system have planets, Izuna-sama?”
He tried a small smile. “It would not be wise to broadcast more details at this time.”

There were a few more questions, all mundane, and then Sasuke indicated that he wished to call it a day and the reporter told the cameraman to stop recording.
“Neji-san will take you to an editing suite, Yukie-san, and help you come up with a piece for Izuna-sama and me to approve.”
“Is Shikamaru-san not about, Sasuke-sama?” she asked.
“Not today, although he will be linked into the editing suite so you may be able to speak to him.”

They left, leaving him and Sasuke facing each other.
“Do you have it?” Sasuke asked.
“Yes.” He reached into his pocket and brought out the canister, being careful to avoid touching the safety catch.
In response, Sasuke went to the side of the room, opened a cupboard and brought out a container. “In here, Izuna-sama.”

He placed the canister in the container and Sasuke closed the lid.
“Good,” he acknowledged. “Once Rin-san has analysed the contents, we can discuss what to do with the information. Meanwhile, Kakashi-san will escort you and Kimimaro-san down to the lobby, where you will dismiss your guards.” He paused, giving Madara the opportunity to argue.
Madara chose not to query it. The guards were probably more loyal to Kurotsuchi than to him. He would replace them.
“He will then escort you and Kimimaro-san to the apartment Haku-san has prepared for you. It is located on this side of the security divide between these headquarters and the household. Until you can recruit staff, my people will see to your needs.”
It was a reasonable compromise. Even if they had been willing to give him back his old apartment, Kimimaro would never be allowed into the household.
His gaze went to where Kimimaro was standing. He seemed unconcerned.

Sasuke left with Sumaru and the container as Kakashi entered. Kakashi escorted them down to the lobby, where he dismissed the guards. They did not react well but a threatening move from Kimimaro sent them on their way.

The apartment was not as nice as the one in the household but, as always, Haku had done an amazing job in the time available.
Madara sank down into a comfortable chair while Kimimaro made him tea.
It was time to find out what Kimimaro knew.
“Do you know what was in the canister, Kimimaro-san?”
“Yes, Uchiha-sama.”
“It had better be Izuna-sama for now, Kimimaro-san.”
Kimimaro looked at him and Madara wished he was better at reading the expression in those incredible green eyes. “I will do so when others are present, Uchiha-sama. For now.”
It was a promising start. “I did not use the canister in the way Kurotsuchi-san intended,” Madara pointed out.
“No,” Kimimaro admitted. “Will I be coming with you to the new system, Uchiha-sama?”
“Of course, Kimimaro-san.”
“And there will be no hybrids?”
“Not one.”
“Can we leave Kurotsuchi-san behind?”
“I confess I was planning to do so, Kimimaro-san.”
Kimimaro smiled. “Good. May I suggest something, Uchiha-sama?”
Madara gestured that he should proceed.
“I do not think the women in your clan should be like Kurotsuchi-san. They should be more...” Kimimaro considered. “...amenable.”
“I agree entirely, Kimimaro-san.” He needed to find out what Kimimaro knew. “Kurotsuchi-san was expecting me to activate the canister at the meeting.”
Kimimaro gave one of his enigmatic smiles. “She may have been expecting it, Uchiha-sama, but she was not relying on it.”
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