This story is from tamuki's point of view.
disclaimer: don't own anything.
I knew, the less the ninja knew of my past, the easier it would be to start my new life here. My cover story as a retired shinobi from some poor village wanting to live the rest of my life as a carpenter should work fine, as all shinobi know of the hardships faced in their line of work. I'd just have to keep my extensive knowledge of their "world" secret and everything should be fine. I slowly became aware of Sakura talking to me.
"excuse me, Takumi, are you okay?" she asked?
"yeah, just zoned out a bit. What were you saying?"
"I was wondering if you remembered how you were injured." I gulped. If she knew half of what I had been involved in at the time, whether it was with good intentions or not, she probably would have had me arrested right then and there.
"Nope, not at all. I'm thinking, though, that that rather severe concussion of mine had something to do with that. Short term memory loss and all that. I had been running though, so I must have been conscious at the time. Maybe I'll remember something in a couple of days."
"If you don't remember anything, how do you know you were running?" She seemed suspicious. I guess I should try to keep my observations to myself, might help me stay inconspicuous.
"Come now, Sakura, your a doctor in training aren't you? How else does an Achilles tendon get ripped?" It seemed obvious, really.
"Oh, anyways, judging by how much Tsunade was able to heal you last night, you should be able to leave in 3 days."
"You mean 3 hours right?" I asked.
"No, definitely 3 days, and if you even think about leaving sooner, I will personally tie you to the bed." The pink haired kunoichi stated.
"Have many unruly patients lately?" I chuckled, knowing exactly how shinobi could be as patients. "But really, examine me, I should be ready to leave today."
"Not possible, the only person that I know that can heal that fast is..." she said, examining me nonetheless. She got suddenly quiet, muttering under her breath. She suddenly gasped and quickly left the room, locking the door behind her. Wondering what she was up to, I got up and walked to the door to listen. I realized all I was wearing were some scrubs and silently cursed. I really needed to get my traveling clothes back.
I heard her calling for floor security personnel and realized my mistake. Regular people, I suppose, weren't supposed to heal from permanently disabling and possibly lethal injuries in a day. This could possibly cause some problems. I sensed two at least chunin level guards take position outside my door. Sighing, I started looking for the tools of my trade. Nothing in the drawers, nothing under the bed, nothing in the closet. I sighed again, deciding to not stir the waters by sneaking off in search of my possessions.
I knocked on the door attempting to gain their attention and failed miserably. "Come on, I know you're standing out there. I can hear you both. I just want something to eat. And maybe some decent clothes."
I heard them shifting a little and decided to push my luck. "Hey, chunin, you're lucky I actually appreciate what ya've done for me, or I'd be out of hear by now, and on my way to mischief."
That got a reaction. One of them, the female, opened the door and gave me a glare. "What do you want, sir?" she bit out.
"If at all possible, I would like a meal and my clothes please." I replied stiffly.
"Not possible." came the swift reply.
"Why not? I thought patients required good nutrition to heal properly."
"You may have a meal after you meet with the Hokage. She has some questions for you. Your clothes and other possessions you will have to wait and hope for." she bit out none too nicely before closing the door in my face. Resigned to my position, I returned to bed.
Soon enough, I heard a commotion down the hall.
"Hokage-sama, you're supposed to be meeting with the council right now!" exclaimed a young woman.
"Go tell them I'm taking care of a security risk, that should hold them off for a few hours." replied a far older woman, who I could only assume was the Hokage.
"But, but, that's the third time you've blown them off this week!"
"Look, Shizune, you can tell them to shove it for all I care. Now are you going to record this conversation, or what?" the Hokage said as she burst through the door. I had heard rumors of the Hokage's...assets, before, but seeing her in person was something else. I mean, they just Bounced. To my own disgust, it was all I could do at the moment to keep my eyes on her face.
"So, who are you?" direct and to the point. I liked that.
"A wandering shinobi, in search of a place to settle down and practice my skills at carpentry." I answered at least partially honestly.
"Why were you injured?"
"You already know that I don't know." I sighed.
"I asked why you obtained the injuries, not how. Frankly, I don't trust you. There's no way a regular shinobi like you should be able to heal this fast. And there's definitely no way that you could heal that fast and still forget what caused the injuries in the first place. So why don't you tell me why you got those injuries and what you were doing just a few miles from the borders of Konoha." I decided to then and there to at least partially level with her. It might help me out in the long run.
"I was traveling with a small convoy delivering goods to a small village not far from here, when it was attacked in the dead of night by a group of shinobi using earth techniques. While fighting, I got swept up in a powerful earth based attack that crushed me and caused most of the injuries you must have found me with. As for the abnormal healing, I simply go into a meditative state to focus my chakra to each of my injuries where it stimulates cell growth, and helps knit together bones and tissue. Also you don't have to trust me." I finish.
"And why not?" Tsunade asks.
"If you give me my clothes and other possessions, I'll show you."
"Your clothes you can have. Your weapons will stay confiscated for now." she replied.
"Fine." I knew that once I had my pack, the letter therein would be more than enough to gain her official approval of me.
The Hokage knocked on the door. When one of the guards poked in their head, she said "go get the patients clothes and pack. Leave the weapons."
"Yes, Hokage-sama." responded the guard.
A few minutes later the guard returned, pack and clothes in hand. Opening it, I pulled a folded sheet of paper and handed it to the Hokage.
"Whats this?" she asked.
"Just read it." she did so, her eyes growing wide.
"Where did you get this?" she seemed surprised. she probably should be.
"I think where is pretty obvious." it was.
"How did you get this?"
"Tell you what. Give me a week to settle in a little, and we can meet then to, discuss, this letter as well as any role I may be allowed to play in your village's future." I figured the letter would cover me for now. I could prove myself later.
"Fine." she grated out. She was not happy with this. "I'm guessing you'll want your weapons back."
"That would be good, thank you. Till next week then."
"Yes, till next week."
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