"WHAT!?"
The shock literally knocked me from my chair and I sat on the floor wincing in pain.
"They want me to what!?"
The Black ops agent stood perfectly strait with his hands behind his back, his face covered by a porcelain mask representing some random animal.
"It's a direct order from the Council of Elders. You have been commissioned to test the wonders of male pregnancy."
I could tell he was amused at the proposition by the sound of his voice.
"You'll find the details of your experiment here" he said, handing me a thin file.
I skimmed over the neatly stacked papers trying to stop the monstrous reddening of my face to be seen, the embarrassment cancelling out most of the throbbing pain in my right arm.
I composed myself, closed the file and looked up at the government lackey standing before me. Even with his mask I could tell he was epically failing to suppress a guffaw of laughter.
"So basically I am to pick any live male subject of my choosing, perform any life altering surgery I see fit, and make sure both the mother-errrr father and child live.
He nodded. "It's very open ended. I'm sure they trust you. I mean, your expertise as a medical ninja is second to none. If you had not broken your arm on that last mission, you would be taking on S-ranked missions with the rest of the Black-op corps, Naruko-ku(WHAK!!)
"Does the Hokage think just because I can't go on missions, he can un- load this crap on me!?Well screw him!! I'm not doing this!! There are tons of more important things going on in Konoha right now, and this isn't one of them!!"
The black op retreated out the door and down the hallway, as he was being rained upon by medical text books, scrolls, paper weights, and anything else I could get my hand on.
"Knock, knock!" a familiar voice chimed in the doorway.
'Oh, just flippin' great!!'
I turn to see none other than Umino Jero, black ops ninja, number one rookie at the academy, and total beef cake. He just happens to be my husband, too!
I bend down to pick up the mess, covering my practically scarlet face with my front bangs.
"What do you want, Jero." I ask in the most serious voice I could muster.
"Well, I was coming in to see how you were doing when I heard the commotion," he explained picking up the thin file from the floor. "What's this," he asked flipping through the now, not so neatly stacked papers.
Startled, I yank the file out of his hands before he can make sense of it. "Oh, it's nothing!" I lied putting it into a stack of books, which I then stuffed into the shelf behind my desk. "So, how's it going?!"