alyseb630 asked: For the inheritance ask! 7. "you died and left me a small country" Kisame and Zabuza and Kirigakure.
" In matters of inheritance in the land of Kirigkure, they were old and small enough to cultivate their practices leftover from the old days when they had to fight tooth and nail to protect what was once only a small fishing inlet. Their monarchy equivalent is selected from the previous ruler and approved by a majority vote from the three departments.
Sakura's fist made a cracking sound as it tore the sandbag off the hook again and sent it rolling across the gym floor.
"I know how their government works, I'm not stupid," Sakura muttered, walking over to retrieve the bag and inspect it for cracks. "Tsunade would have fried me alive if I didn't know that much after the first year. She was close with Mei, one of the three seats."
"The other two seats belong to Yagura and the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, a group. Funny story, Mei voted for you, Yagura voted against you, and the swordsmen were split so they voted 'present' but did not take a side. In this situation the tie breaker depends on the language of the will and the language of the will picked you."
Sakura dragged the punching bag back over and reached up to hook it to the dangling chain. "Yeah," she grunted. "I still don't see how that is supposed to explain how I got tangled up in this. I've messed around in Kiri only a few times and I know my old folks are originally from there, but I'm like an outsider, aren't I?"
Her hair was damp from the sweat and she could feel where it stuck to her as she paused to watch her old teacher flip through the pages of his paperback.
"Legally, no. Culturally, yes." He looked up from his book and met her eyes. "Regardless, you've been requested to go to the country and fulfill the terms of the last will and testament by accepting leadership."
Sakura didn't have the energy to keep up with what Kakashi was saying, but she did have enough frustration for another few swings at her punching bag. Kakashi opened his book again and waited until she punched the bag off the chain, this time splitting the front open so that some of the sang seeped out.
Cursing under her breath, she ran to recover it and keep the sand inside as best as possible. Kakashi followed her over and used the spine of his book to bop her on the head. She looked up with a pout.
"Just go and check them out. Get in a few fights, drink a little and show them how terrible of a leader you would really be. They'll kick you out soon enough and you'll be back home before you know it."
Sakura felt one of her eyebrows raise up. "Oh really, that your plan?"
"Better than breaking Guy's studio gym again. He'll not be happy you split another punching bag."
Sakura felt the color drain from her face. "Maybe I'll just take a quick vacation to check it out and see what it's like. I'll be back once he's forgotten about this."
Kakshi wasn't paying attention to her anymore, but was walking away and giggling to himself about something that happened in his novel.
Sakura reached for the duck-tape and repaired the sandbag as best she could before closing down for the night and heading home. There were tickets on the counter she had been ignoring that would need her attention.
Sakura thought it would be incredibly rude to carry a beer with her wherever she went, so that's what she did. It was only after she was in Kirigakure's common market place that she remembered one of the reasons why her parents didn't bring her to the public places when she was a child. Kiri was wet in more ways that one, and Sakura was far from being the only person nursing a drink as she toured the stalls in the market place.
She stopped in front of a colorful stall that sold replica swords and other collector weapons. Kiri was famous for her swordsmen, and the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist had been legends from eons ago. Now in the modern age the name was a title reserved for a handful of swordsmen. If Sakura was correct, there were actually only five swordsmen left, as two of the swords were lost to the ages.
There were shadows trailing her, no no one's surprise as she stepped into the little shop and smiled to the old woman behind the counter. She looked over the weapons, watching the blades for a reflection that would show her what she needed to know.
Two swords had been lost in the ages of history, but there were replicas on all seven inside the shop, as well as several other notable swords that gained names during the warring states period in history. She cringed when she noticed a few with imperfections, but tried to hide her distaste behind the neck of her beer.
"Brat, where you from to be making a face like that?" the younger shop hand snapped at her, sitting up from behind the counter. He was a little older than her and had a few scars across his face. Something felt off about him and with a curse she realized what it was. He was a plant.
"You treat all your customers like this?" Sakura sneered, not willing to be kind to one of the Kiri guard. He was too well shaped and had the signs of training were all over him. "No wonder it's dead."
"You wanna say that again you brat. What do you know?" He bared his teeth and Sakura saw the points where they had been filed. Yup, ANBU, just like Kakashi warned her of.
Ugh, wasn't Kiri trying to blend in to the modern era? If they were still stuck in the past using chakra so forwardly how would they ever improve? It irked sakura, especially since she knew the technology was crap in the land of water. There were still pay phones on the street corners. It was like stepping back in time and it made her feel…less herself.
"Wow, wow, wow," Sakura mocked, feeling even less inclined to entertain the undercover plant. "You like to bark, don't you. That's all you ever do here, you bark and bark and never use those teeth of yours for anything else."
"You're a twig. I'll break you in half."
Sakura tilted up her beer and finished it all in a long pull before pulling away. She marched over to where he stood behind his counter and held up a hand. "Just try it. You look like a misshaped ballon. I'll pop you like a toy."
He growled and then barked behind him towards the old woman in Mizu, the old language. "Mom, I'm beating up a customer. Watch the shop."
"Have fun!" the old woman chortled. "Keep the damage minimal."
Sakura followed him through the back and after a squeeze through the space between buildings there was a dip for the water to drain to that he walked down into. There was barely any water there now, and it looked like an open area between the backs of several high buildings.
"What is this?" Sakura snapped, already knowing she would be watched. If she beat him into the ground it could be a national incident. She could get deported.
Her nose twitched and she snarled, recognizing the light spell of a genjutsu. It had been ages since she last touched one. She realized it covered the man in front of her, and it was so light it was barely worth dispelling. His body mass was the same, but maybe the details of his face were a little different.
"This is how we welcome haughty travelers who waltz into Kiri with their nose up in the air and think they can take things that aren't theres from our hands." He turned and behind him a handful of faces appeared from the shadows.
"You gang up on a little old girl. Real noble, yeah?" Sakura mocked, feeling the genjutsu on her own yin seal flicker. She let it drop, not caring if they saw the purple rhombus.
"Don't worry sweetheart, it's just you and me. My friends are here to watch. They needed some convincing this was necessary."
Sakura licked her bottom lip where the taste of beer still lingered. She was starting to recognize what sort of situation she was in. "Then tell me, are you Yagura or one of the swordsmen?"
He let the genjutsu fall away and stood up, crossing his arms. His skin was a pale gray from what she could see, his lower face was covered in bandages leaving his short hair a little wild. Kakashi had shown her his photo before in his own Bingo book, back from the days when war between the hidden villages had been a silent but thriving thing. This guy was Demon of the Hidden Mist. No wonder he wanted to take her to a water drain. All his jutsu depended on moisture.
Forget about pummeling him. Sakura would be lucky if she got out alive.
Zabuza smiled through his mask of face wraps. Sakura could tell because it was the same way with Kakashi, always masked. "You know who I am," he guessed
"You're a relic of the past. What are you going to do without your Kubikiribōchō?"
Like the bit in a terrible comedy, the execution's blade sailed through the air and implanted in the ground beside Zabuza. His smiled turned manic. "This one?"
Sakura cursed Kakashi for bedtime stories where the demon of the mist killed a schoolroom of children for being bad. "Yeah, that one," Sakura weakly amended.
"Don't make a sour face. I won't touch it unless you have your own blade. You don't use a stake knife to cut through butter, do you?"
Sakura masked her fear with a show of courage. "Well, I didn't know I needed to pack for this. If I did I would have, but alas all I have are my fists to humble you with." He scoffed at her words.
"That's the trouble with Konohagakure, they're far too political with what they let children handle and adults carry. I've never seen a ninja village where ninja ways are so shamefully hidden. You didn't even come in wearing a Kuni strap."
"I needed somewhere to store my beer."
From the shadows Sakura heard a snicker and then some heavy coughing as someone tried to mask their laughter.
"Priorities," Zabuza mocked, crouching low. "Show me where they got you."
The mist rolled in and Sakura felt her fear spike when he stepped back and melted into it. It was what he was famous for, what he haunted bed time stories for. He could slaughter enemies before they saw him coming. He was perfectly hidden in the mist.
"Whatever," Sakura muttered before she too crouched down and pulled on her hardly used chakra.
It was almost sluggish, but she didn't have time for it to be slow, she she forced it to flow all through her, sending each of her nerves into high alert. She could feel the world around her, like a shark in the water, the skin on the back of her left arm tingled and she ducked before twisting into a roundhouse kick. At the last second she remembered to put some chakra into it, and watched as the crater opened up beneath them.
Yeah. She had to use her chakra. Almost forgot that important detail.
"What the hell was that?" a younger voice cried out from the sidelines.
"Zabuza eating his humble pie," another voice laughed.
"You didn't tell me she could use chakra! No one did."
"Learning experience. But really, do you think the Mizukage would leave this place to anyone else?"
Sakura backtracked to where his sword stuck out from the ground. She leaned on it and a small part of her delighted in the fact that she was actually touching the demon's blade. It was something her father told her stories about before she was Kakashi's. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but the Kubikiribōchō was her favorite.
It was surprising how the blade seemed to draw on her chakra. She let it have a taste and there was a warm feeling where her palm was. It was only her fear that kept her from drawing it herself. The swordsmen of the mist were bloodthirsty-honor be damed- if someone like an outsider touched their blade.
Oh, but it was so tempting.
Sakura ducked and rolled out of the way to avoid the throwing stars. A shower of needles trailed her to where she stopped from her roll. One stuck out of her arm, trailing blood. She climbed to her feet, grinning.
"You're back from the dead," she mocked.
"You're not as pathetic as you first looked."
"Really, I should have thought someone like you would know better than to underestimate his opponents." She batted her lashes playfully. "Or was I truly so disarming in appearance?"
She refused to chuckle or blush from the wolf whistles coming out of the shadows.
"I really want to cut you down now. Sure you don't have a blade?"
"No, remember, we talked about this? Beer?"
The water from the low points shifted and Sakura yelped, sucking out of the sharks in time. There was cheering from the shadows as she rolled and ran out of the way. It was only too late that she realized this was what Zabuza wanted of her. He was waiting where they corralled her with a windmill shuriken.
Sakura cursed sharply and punched the ground below her, sending a chunk of earth up underneath him and disrupting the entirety of the drainage dip. She had held back and knew the damage was nowhere near what it could have been, but the landscape was still unrecognizable.
Sakura jumped up high onto the tallest point and perched there, above the mist. Looking down it was as if the world below her was swallowed in clouds. In her free hand she sported the huge windmill shuriken he had tried to slice her with.
"You were right about how my village is tight ass about us sporting ninja shit. We're not allowed to wear any of our weapons visibly in the public places, so I made my body into one."
"You made your body a weapon?" he mocked, standing atop a shorter slab, still mostly in mist.
"Pick up your blade and I'll show you."
"You think that's going to be fair?" he mocked.
"Well, since I'm the one that drew first blood," she pointed to her head where blood tricked from her first roundhouse kick. "Yeah, I'd say so. You won't be able to defeat me without it."
It was only ten minutes, but it felt like forever as ever second was hyper analyzed and stretched. Sakura played more of a game of cat and mouse, destroying more of the field than doing any actual damage to the mizu nin. She noticed early on their were in some sort of bubble barrier that contained the destruction of her blasts.
She was nearly out of breath and felt like there was no gaining ground.
"Zabuza, stop playing around."
A new figure touched down alongside the older nin. He was shorter with pale ash blond hair and pink eyes. Sakura's sight zeroed in on the staff he sported. He was carrying a club with uneven sized hooks and a green flower on the larger end, implying skills in bōjutsu. This was likely one of the three seats, Yagura.
Sakura screamed inside her head, smiling tightly at the new arrival who seemed to radiate murder. In comparison to her, Zabuza didn't look nearly as winded.
"I haven't seen anything worth watching. If you can't bring yourself to strike down a little girl than I will help you."
"Yagura san, that is not-"
"I'm tired of waiting. Take my flank. Suigetsu, you too. I'm not wasting any more time." He looked up at her and his glare was meant to pin her in place. "Run now or be torn asunder. I'm not letting you touch that seat."
"I guess it's too late to say I really didn't want it in the first place," Sakura muttered, grimace growing darker the more she took in the nature of her situation. She was outmatched, outclassed, and trapped in a bubble dome. "What honor I see here."
Zazbuza seemed the only one to flinch at the accusation.
Yagura moved and she opened up her yin seal, feeling the cuts and bruises burn away as she dodged. Nothing wet was safe as the youngest of the three turned to water and assaulted her whenever she touched down. It was only a few seconds, but Sakura found herself trapped before she knew it.
Panicking, she looked up to see Zabuza's blade arch for her neck.
"Not nice, Zabuza san," a new voice grunted, blocking the blade with his own, heavily bandaged weapon. Sakura recognized both the man and the blade.
"You should have been incapacitated," Yagura droned from behind.
"Ah, not likely. You're all very silly. Don't you think it would be nice to take orders from such a cute little thing?"
Sakura couldn't help herself. She pointed at Yagura. "He's cute and little."
Kisame roared in laughter while Yagura blushed dangerously. "I am not cute!" He lunged for another attack and it was easier to parry with a stray kuni now that Zabuza wasn't chasing her down.
Sakura jumped for the highest point and reached for where the black lines covered her body. They had illuminated a number of seals. She used some of her old blood to swipe over one and in a cloud of white her weapon was summoned. She felt the arena still.
"Look at that, you made me show my hand. I really didn't want to do that," Sakura huffed, standing up with the massive Kabutowari in both hand, a sword consisting of a single-sided axe and a hammer joined by a length of chain. It was one of the two legendary swords said to have been lost to the ages. Actually it had just been a gift from the previous Mizukage, the one who wrote her into his damn will.
"Boss, thats's the…." Suigetsu's face appeared out of the water, eyes wide.
"Shut up, I know what it is," Yagura hissed, eyes flashing. "How did you get that?"
"The same stupid old man who wrote me into his will trained me in this, dumb ass," Sakura roared back before leaping and swinging.
The tides of battle swiftly turned. Sakura's seal was burning and nothing that did damage left a mark. Both she and Kisame were the two heavy hitters and both were battling back to back. Sakura knew every second counted and in any moment it could be her end, but she couldn't help but feel as elated as Kisame seemed, standing with his back to her as they parried and ducked and roared and destroyed. He seemed like he was having the time of his life.
Eventually, hours later, everyone was kneeling in exhaustion except Kisame, who was overjoyed and screaming at the sky and asking for more.
The bubble around them popped and a woman, tall and beautiful, with long red hair. "That's enough, really, boys." She glared at all of them, trailed by a young boy with blue hair and some sort of weapon on his back.
"You're beauty treatment finally finished?" Yagura mocked from where he knelt. "Took you long enough."
"I'll fry you up and eat you one of these days," Mei sneered before looking over at where Kisame, Zabuza, and the boy Suigetsu stood. "And you boys, what authority did you cite when attacking a fellow citizen? You have no just cause!"
"E-eh, she's a citizen?" Suigesu stammered. "I thought that was only for-"
"Sakura was born here, I should know, I helped deliver her." Mei's eyes sparkled as she looked over the girl, dirty and breathing heavy, but uninjured. "You've grown up so much, darling. I'm so glad to see you again. Pictures aren't the same."
Sakura knew who the woman was through reputation, but the fact that she was a family friend was new. Weakly she waved, leaning back on the hammer part of her weapon. "Yo."
Mei blushed happily and clapped her hands. "You were spectacular. I loved watching from the rooftops, but I'm sorry to say that Utakata is at his limit and can't keep the bubble up for another two hours. Poor boy is sickly as it is." She sighed, holding te side of her face before looking over the mess of swordsmen and women. "Let's call it a draw and show Sakura to her room. She has an appointment at the hospital with the head chief of medicine I'm looking forward to eavesdropping on."
It was just like what Mei said. The next morning, though she was tense and ready for another surprise attack, she was escorted to the local hospital and shown around. Her mood soured as soon as she saw the builded and continued to curdle as she moved through it. It had equipment, and it was fairly high tec compared to what she was expecting, but it was sourly understaffed and in terrible shape.
"For a ninja village you don't have a chakra squad of healers?" Sakura asked, trying to keep her distaste out of her tone.
The head of the medical facility was an older man and it was clear he didn't appreciate her no matter what she said or how she said it. He was old fashioned through and through.
"Aside from myself there are two others, but chakra is only used on the shinobi force. Civilians are treated with civilian methods."
And there it is, the notorious caste system. Sakura was at her limit and suddenly didn't feel like caring if she stepped over into what was rude.
"I'm commandeering the reacher labs. You wanna stop me, call someone who can."
No one stopped her.
In a week no one dared try. She was aggressive, pushing her way into operation rooms that had only the worst survival rate and ensuring that not a single person under her hands died. The head of medicine seemed to hate her, but oddly enough stayed out of her way. If she wanted something, no one stopped her. The other two chakra nurses seemed to take a shine to her and before the week was over both were worshiping the ground she walked on.
The rest of the hospital soon followed.
No one talked to her about her inheritance, but she knew that there were shadows tailing her wherever she went, and that the matter still had a month left for deliberation. She had hoped to be gone as soon as they found someone else for the job, whenever that was.
It was another slow day when someone interrupted her in the lab with a look that told her to scrub up without words.
"What is it?" Sakura asked, already moving.
"It was another Kaguya clan assault. Multiple lacerations."
"Shinobi," Sakura guessed, stepping into the new room where her sink waited. The nurse helped her, conveying even more details.
"It's not too bad, but he's hard to operate on."
Sakura didn't ask why, but stepped into the room, already masked and saw the answer for herself. Even knocked out, Zazbuza was rolling off the killing intent as a self defense mechanism that several ANBU were trained with. It kept them safe when they fell in battle, but in a hospital room, all it did was stun the staff.
"He twitches I'll castrate him, back to your places," Sakura growled to the other nurses assisting. And just like that the aura dulled and no one seemed caught in it anymore.
An operation that should have taken eighteen to twenty hours, removing bone fragments that metal detectors couldn't detect, took Sakura only thirteen. She was frustrated at her time though, remembering her mentor who could do the same in maybe twelve hours. She still had a ways to go.
"Someone close him up, we're done here."
She didn't go home after that, but found a cot in the lab to pass out on.
In the morning when she roused she knew she needed to clean, so she washed and changed into some fresh scrubs using one of the sanitation stations in the lab. Her hair was still wet when a knock came to her door. The person didn't wait for her to answer but stepped in anyway.
"Hey!" Kisame greeted, grin wide and flashing. "I heard you saved that bastard's life. Wanna have a drink with me over his body?"
"Won't that just piss him off?" Sakura guessed, eyeing the jug of sake that was large enough for a party of people.
"Yeah, it sure will," Kisame laughed.
Sakura eyed the stacked sake glasses in his other hand and grinned. "Why not?"
He walked with her, scaring off anyone else in the hallway with just the sight of him. Several nurses ducked into rooms and peaked out, watching Sakura trail alongside him, worry evident on their faces.
"You do something to make them scared as sheep or what?" Sakura asked, grinning up at the blue man who smiled like a shark.
"What makes you think that?" When Sakura made a face of disappointment he chuckled and went on, "Ah, I may have made a scene once or twice when enemy nin were being treated for injuries. I'm not allowed in here unless I get special permission. I'm supposed to be visiting Zabuza, my best buddy ever, but I really just wanted to see you. You've been hiding here this whole time."
"I've been working here this whole time, which is why Zabuza is still alive. Those bone shards might have pierced his spine if not properly removed. Why don't you look like a pincushion?"
"I wasn't there. It was just Zabuza. But he's fine, I'm sure he's lived through worst. Here we are, this his room right?"
Sakura nodded, sliding open the door. The man on the bed was still asleep so the pair of them pulled up chairs and drank alongside his bed. Kisame asked her a bunch of questions, most of which she refused to answer or ignored until he poured her more of his sake. It was some of the good stuff, she could tell.
"Why did you decide to help me back then?" she asked, sipping from her drink. "You were one of the swordsmen who actually approved of me, I heard. Why?"
"That's two different questions, princess." He poured another cup for himself and knocked it back. "I wanted a good fight and you were a good fighting partner. I'm partial to the heavy hitters, you know. I've no skill for elaborate jutsu fireworks. I just like to hit stuff and you hit stuff hard."
"And the other question?"
His cheeks flushed darker. "Ah, well, it's like I said back then. It would be nice to take orders from a cute little girl for once, yeah? The others are far too traditional for my tastes. Do what you want, that's what I think."
"Cheers to that," Sakura laughed, knocking back another cup.
More than half the sake was gone, an impressive amount by any standard. It made the blue man's tongue a little loose as he watched her. "And you're cute."
"I know." She grinned at him and he flushed even more.
"Like really cute." He started to lean more to one side, watching her intently. Most of the sake was gone. "You have a boyfriend yet?"
Sakura laughed, not caring how she sounded anymore. From the bed, Zabuza stirred. Cracking open an eye he saw the pair of them drinking and his killing aura returned as he glared at the sake.
"You're drinking over my almost dead body?" he hissed, sounding like a shadow of his former self. He was still pale.
"Cheers," Sakura lifted her cup. "You're alive. Why wouldn't we celebrate?"
"Hn," He started to pull himself up, glaring at Kisame now. "Did she try to kill me while I slept?"
Kisame snorted, grin growing wide. "She's the one that preformed the surgery. As I understand it, you're recovering so well because of her skill. You should say thank you. She saved your life."
"I don't believe you."
"I don't care," Sakura interjected, reaching for more sake. "Believe what you want, it's no skin off my back."
Kisame kicked the side of the bed. "Really, what is with this guy. He tries to kill you first chance he gets and can't even say thank you when you save his life. Not like you needed to. I might have left him to die if I were you."
"Good thing you're not," Sakura easily answered. "But, it's good that you're awake so soon. You'll be out of here in a few days and back to work." She pointed to the wall behind him. "I had them bring in your Kubikiribōchō and put it in here myself so it would be close when you woke up. I suspected it might make the recovery easier."
"Who-" Zabuza turned to see his sword and sat up further. "Who brought it here?"
Sakura shrugged. "I set it up in here, but I don't know who else dragged it off the battlefield. In was in the OR when I walked in. It made Kabutowari san jealous and now he's giving me the silent treatment." She ended with a pout.
"Eh?" Kisame cheered, leaning in to her side. "What did he say to you that makes you think he's jealous?"
"It's that he didn't say anything that's how I know," Sakura said. "He knows me too well by now. He even warned me during our fight not to touch your sword when I had the chance, before you even drew it. Ah, but I wanted to. It's not fair, the all of you get to train with each other and trade off. It's a good relationship."
"You sound like you have a good relationship with your Kabutowari," Kisame teased. "I'd get jealous too if I had to share."
Zabuza watched the both of them with a glare but reached over to touch his blade's handle. He got a sense of it and realized that all Sakura had said was true. It kept asking for Kabutowari's maid.
"Oi," Zabuza interjected. Sakura had her cup to her lips, but paused at his voice. "I'll thank you for this, but just this one time."
Sakura smiled over the rim of her cup. She extended it to him with a smile, nodding for him to take it and drink. She missed the way Kisame glared but not the way Zabuza seemed to soften. His glare wasn't as sharp. Hesitantly, he took her cup and sipped from it before throwing it back and swallowing all the sake whole.
"No fair, Sakura chan," Kisame whined, pushing his cup into her hand. "Share your drink with me too."
"Of course," Sakura cheered. "You're m first ally after all."
"M-m-myeah," he mumbled, sinking in his seat with a fresh blush as he watched her drink from his cup. He caught his breath when she held it out to him, empty again.
"Another?"
Yagura grumbled to himself, swinging his legs over the side of his high chair at the bar. He normally hated the bar for this exact reason, but no one was going to call him a child or childlike today with how much killing aura he was soaked in.
"You're just like a pouting child," Mei laughed, sliding onto a stool beside him.
"I'll kill you," he hisses, pink eyes flashing.
Mei smiled knowingly. "Is it your hold on the swordsmen that has you so upset, or something else? I just saw Zabuza san heading back from the hospital. It looked like he got there before Kisame to have lunch with her again."
"They're both useless."
"Yeah, I guess it is sort of hard to go in and apologize when there are others watching," Mei teased, reaching over to poke the stem of his bouquet of flowers. "You could just order them away for the day."
"It's not just them!" Yagura blurted out, yanking the flowers away from her. "It's all of them, even the stupid hunter nin that hangs on Zabuza. I thought he would get jealous but he's in there training with her now for that new feld medic class she's teaching and like all the other stupid nurses he's too damn star struck at the sight of her. There's always someone in the hospital now. It's impossible."
"You still going to oppose her inheritance?"
Yagura glared at her in a knowing way. "Not even the elders are opposed to it anymore. She's developed a line of medications that are bringing in a wealth of finances she's using to develop the slums. She's not even initiated and already she's fixing the place up. It doesn't even matter at this point."
"Yeah, I can see now the reason she was chosen for this. I always knew she would be great for the job, but to actually see it is something else. She's fantastic and just what this dying country needed." Mei smirked and ordered a shot from the bartender for herself and the other department head. "I'm nominating my boy Chōjūrō to be her right hand. He's nervous, but I think it would be good for him to grow closer to our next leader sooner rather than later."
"That's gonna be a bloodbath," Yagura predicted, already envisioning the onslaught of all the swordsmen and their apprentices fighting for the right. He reached for the new shot and downed it in one gulp. "My money is either on Kisame or Zabuza. The two of them…well, when it comes to her they're both something else."
AN: These are all going to be oneshots based on what was asked of me on tumblr. The ask box is closed for the foreseeable future, but I may open up requests later on.
Original prompt list:
1. "you died and left me your children, even though they're only a few years younger then me"
2. "you died and left me a haunted house"
3. "you died and left me an obscure magical object, I'm not sure what it does, and your instruction sheet just says 'have fun storming the castle!'"
4. "you died and left me a fanatically loyal warrior order"
5. "you died and left me a bunch of money and a pile of really weird IOUs?! why did someone owe you a free body disposal. why did someone owe you two brides and a goat. why did someone owe you an island. WHY"
6. "you died and left me to repay a bunch of really weird IOUs"
7. "you died and left me a small country"
8. "you died and left me six research labs that operate in international waters and I'm kind of scared to find out why keeping them out there was a stipulation of the will"
9. "you died and left me a menagerie of animals that are supposed to be extinct? and some that aren't supposed to be real? where did you get unicorns. where did you get gryphons. where did you get pegasi?"
10. "you died and left me on the hook for a hereditary marriage contract"