I wasn't planning on continuing this, but I got thinking about how the council always seemed to push Tsunadae around, and it started to bug me, so I wrote this. I don't own Naruto.

Tsunadae sat at the head of a long mahogany table in the darkened council chambers with her hands crossed in front of her face and her eyes half closed. On either side of the table sat the rest of the council with expectant looks of their faces. Among them were some of the richest and most influential civilians in all of Konoha, shinobi who had lived through two great wars, and representatives from every major ninja clan in her hidden village.

They were a very mismatched group. The only thing any of them really had in common was that they all served on the council. The civilians were greedy and spoiled, most of them with bellies almost as big as their ego's. The elder's had all been proud shinobi at one period in time, but that was years ago. Now they were old and full of pride, not in their village, but themselves. Every one of them thought that they knew how Konoha should be run and were determined to see things run their way. The clan representatives were some of the worst. They weren't even the clan heads, just people that had been appointed to represent them. These callused bastards didn't care for the village at all. All that mattered to them was the furthering of their own riches and power.

The council was so diverse that they could rarely agree on anything. That was why Tsunadae had allowed it to continue to exist. They posed no threat to her or the village and it kept all of the self absorbed idiots to busy with each other to bother her. At least that's the way it usually was. Now it seemed that they had finally managed to agree on something. Tsunadae's eyes narrowed at the council members, more specifically the blank look of Danzo. There was no evidence that he was responsible for this mess, but the Hokage knew that he was behind it. The old warlord was crafty and far too smart to be caught doing anything that would incriminate him or his Anbu Roots.

"You have no real choice in this matter Tsunadae-san. The council has decided on this act and it will be carried out. Your complaints have no merit here. The council is the ruling body of Konoha, not the Hokage," the fat civilian known as Hideyoshi said. His fat stomach jiggled as he spoke despite his efforts to hide his girth in opulent silk robes and sashes.

"Tell me, Hideyoshi-san, was this decision of the council unanimous?" Tsunadae asked, her voice little more than a whisper that echoed around the dark council chambers.

"Well no, it wasn't, but that has no bearing on this matter. The council majority has decided that Uzumaki Naruto must be executed for his failure to retrieve Uchiha Sasuke. Now I insist that you release us from this council room at once and have one of your Anbu carry out the order," the overweight civilian said, his face turning a sickly red and his many chins jiggling much like his belly. The princess of battle just barely resisted the urge to vomit.

"Danzo, I take it that you did not vote in favor of this, how did you phrase it Hideyoshi-san, 'Executive Order of the Council'?" Danzo looked at Tsunadae with his one remaining eye and carefully place his only hand on the table.

"Correct Tsunadae-hime. I was the only one who did not agree to this order," Danzo continued to stare at the Hokage with his one eye.

"I see. That makes this simple then," Tsunadae said, a smirk twisting her usually beautiful features. "Anbu."

Danzo didn't even flinch when Anbu members sprung from the shadows of the council room, swords already unsheathed. He didn't flinch when they plunged their swords through the chest of every council member except him, piercing their hearts. He didn't flinch when the blood from Hideyoshi sprayed across his face, or when a pool of blood began spreading across the table. When the Anbu pulled their swords out of the chests of the once illustrious councilmen and women with a sickeningly wet sound of tearing flesh, he didn't even blink. But when Tsunadae stood up from her chair at the head of the table with all the grace of a seasoned predator, he couldn't stop his small flinch, and when she looked him in the eye, small flecks of blood on her face, and gave him a Cheshire cat grin, he couldn't stop the feelings of terror that welled up inside him.

"Take the bodies to the hospital morgue. Send notices to their families and inform them that, regrettably, an Oto assassin managed to make his way to council chambers before myself or Danzo arrived and killed all of the council," the Anbu moved without hesitation, sheathing their swords and picking up the former members of the council and left silently. Only when they were completely alone did Danzo speak.

"Why?" he said simply, standing up and wiping small spots of blood off his face.

"Why did I leave you alive, when I know about your Root? Simple. I own you now Danzo. Your life belongs to me," Danzo face twisted into a sneer, "And through you, I own the Root as well," the Warlords face froze. "Listen to me well Danzo. I know that in the past you acted against Sarutobi-Sensei. So did he. He allowed you to do so because your Root are not only skilled, they have no connection to the village. So go to your little private fortress, surround yourself with your emotionless pawns; plot your little heart away. And then, use your forces and make it very clear to all of the Shinobi nations that allying with Orochimaru is unacceptable. Assassinate the Daimyo of Rice Country. Kill his allies, destroy his supply lines, and burn any village that dares to help him or shelter him. Make the shinobi world fear the will of fire once more," as Tsunadae spoke the diamond on her forehead spread out into a curving black tattoo, her illusion responding to her anger.

For a moment Danzo was completely still. Then he kneeled down on one knee at Tsunadae's feet. He bowed his head and let a small grin work it's way on to his face.

"As you command, Hokage-sama,"

Behold, a Tsunadae that isn't a pushover. (Grins evilly)

Peace,

Out.