Immortal's Daughter Chapter 6, a naruto fanfic

Immortal's Daughter

Chapter 6: Mistaken identity

Koomahana

Song: Almost Lover

By: A Fine Frenzy

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Thoughts

Paragraphs are flashbacks

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Shikamaru sighed and sat back on his hunches, closing his eyes and placing his fingertips together. It's been a day since Shino and Shikamaru last talked to Sakura about Ami and all three of them were currently sitting together under a large tree near their school. They were supposed to be eating lunch but none of them were hungry, Shikamaru had insisted on having a meeting on how to get Ami to stop hurting Sakura. As such they were spending their lunch hour do just that. Suddenly, Shino straightened on the bench beside Sakura, as if he could hear something the other two with him couldn't hear. At his movement, Sakura turned her attention towards the boy curiously, tilting her head to the side and revealing one pale eye.

"Ami cannot harm you if she can't get close to you," Shino said suddenly, bobbing his head in finalization. "Ami doesn't like me, she keeps a ten foot radius of me at all times."

"Huh?" Sakura blinked, feeling lost by Shino's words

"He's right," Shikamaru agreed, opening his eyes and nodding in agreement to Shino, "You only need to be in her line of sight and she won't go near Sakura."

"…uh…what?" Sakura questioned, turning her attention to Shikamaru, "You two aren't talking about what I think you are, are you?"

"Yes," Shikamaru bobbed his head in agreement, "We're going to protect you from Ami."

"Bu—"

"No buts," Shikamaru shook his head, "in order to pull this off, we'll need only one thing from you."

"Huh?" Sakura tilted her head to the side, blinking owlishly at the suddenly standing boy

"Call us by our names," Shikamaru said, turning to look at Shino with a smirk, "I'm sure Shino doesn't mind you using his name. Besides, when you call me by my last name, is sounds like you're talking to my father and not me."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sakura said worriedly, "That wasn't my intention."

"I know," Shikamaru yawned, "So just call me by my name, 'Shikamaru' will do just fine."

"Oh I can't do that," Sakura said hurriedly, "You're a clan heir and… and…uh" Sakura stuttered to a stop, seeing Shikamaru's red stained annoyed face, even if it was turned away from her she could still see his annoyance. A glance at Shino showed that the boy was disappointed with her as well, his face was completely hidden by his jacket and he refused to look in her direction. "S-So uh… c-can I use 'san' at the end of your names?" Shikamaru glanced back at Sakura, noting her unsure posture and slight stutter over her words, "…would that be okay?"

"That is acceptable," Shino bobbed his head courtly, surprising the other two, "why? Because we still don't know each other that well, baby steps are the first steps." Shikamaru and Sakura stared at Shino for a moment before snickering and smiling at each other.

"Of course Shino-san," Sakura giggled

"Regardless of what either one of you say I'm not using 'san'" Shikamaru sighed with a slight smile, "Sorry Sakura-chan, you're going to have to deal with it."

"That's acceptable… I suppose," Sakura agreed with a sigh

…

He sat patiently behind his desk, unperturbed by the resulting looks given to him; the Several Jonin standing in his office seemed unmoved by his words or even the blank face staring back at him. Admittedly, they were each the best in their respective fields: The best negotiator (basically an out of village Politian), the best Cryptologists, the best Fuin-master (Jiraiya actually looked insulted for once), the best Taijutsu master (Gai appeared to be the only one who didn't think he was joking, he was actually bouncing in excitement), and the current best of their village medics. Each of them were the best in their respective fields and none of them had any interest in teaching the advanced class (except for one), just for the simple fact that they would be replacing the children's entire academy schedule. The normal schedule for the academy was: History, Science, Math, writing, PE and an elective; what they would be supplying for the children were: Negotiations, cryptology, Fuinjutsu, Taijutsu, medical training and one class dedicated to whatever advanced form of training the children wanted to take. In other words, Hiruzen couldn't figure out what could replace the elective class so he was leaving it up to the children to vote on what they wanted to do for that hour.

"…You're kidding right lord Hokage?" one Jonin finally asked, his attention riveted onto his Hokage, sounding as if he couldn't believe his ears. "They're academy students Lord Hokage, surly you don't belief any of them are ready for such advanced training, most people aren't ready even when they become Chunin."

"These children aren't like their classmates," Hiruzen smiled patently, "These children are the best of their year and I have full intention of training them to the best of their abilities. You needn't worry; you won't be replacing all of the children's classes, at least not completely."

"You're rewriting the third and fourth year student's schedules completely to fit all of us in as their instructors," Another Jonin drawled

"I know that" Hiruzen's smile didn't drop, "However I'm not particularly focused on those children, it's their younger counter parts that interest me the most."

"The first and second years?" a familiar gray haired Jonin questioned, "What's so special about them?"

"Nothing much," someone mumbled, "but the first year is full of clan heirs and the second year has an abnormal amount of orphans."

Hiruzen nodded in agreement, "the orphans have no one to support them so I doubt, despite their amount of potential, they'll be recognized even if they make it to the final year. As for the first year… well surly you can figure that one out." Various whispers of 'Uzumaki' filled the office, some sounding doubtful others wiry, some as if they never heard of the name before or at least didn't know what to do with their village-prankster.

"So are you asking each of us to take on one class for each of the first and second year students just to make sure they won't quite too soon?" Hiruzen turned slightly to face his son, Asuma didn't particularly look happy with that explanation. "And the third and fourth years… we're supposed to train them too but you're not really expecting much from them?"

"That's not what I said," Hiruzen drawled, "I Said I wasn't worried about them. The third and fourth year students both know and understand about the Kyōbi incident, but that's not why I said what I did. I said it because they each have a particular skill they each excel in, they could become jonin's if trained correctly, some could even become Anbu but again, that's all depending on how they're trained."

"…so, you're leaving their future's with us," Kakashi drawled from where he leaned against the office wall, "You're telling us to teach them so they can fill out our ranks better…"

"But why?" someone else asked, "Is the village in danger?" it was suddenly quiet as everyone slowly turned to look at Hiruzen for confirmation, each as wiry and afraid as the next, none of them wanted to prepare for another war, not when they had finally gotten to a relative station of peace with Kumo. Hiruzen closed his eyes as he blew out a long trail of smoke from his pipe, he had tried for a while to ignore the little whispers from outside of his village but it seemed that it didn't matter what he did, they would trickle back into his life.

"It is not just the village that is in danger," Hiruzen said at last, sinking slightly in his chair, for once feeling older than his already ancient age (in shinobi years that is), "the entire nation—all five great nations—are in danger of complete annihilation." An eruption of whispers flared into being with his shinobi, each whispering anxiously, worriedly, fearfully, they didn't want another war.

It would mean their children would have to fight, just as they had to

"Who could be a threat to the five great nations?" Kakashi asked, his posture striate for once, his hands fisted at his sides, what little of his visible face slightly paler than usual. "Who could be that strong?"

"A cult who worships someone named 'Jashin'," Hiruzen answered, he turned to look at Ibiki and let him continue where he left off. Everyone present was at the previous Jonin meeting where Crow interrupted with bound worshiper and jaw rattling information. Jiraiya was the only one who didn't know about the incident; however his vast spy network did keep him updated on the little inconvenience, so he knew enough about the cult, perhaps more than them.

"We must prepare our children for war with a god," Ibiki said as he stepped up to the plate, "And depending on how you view Kaguya Otsutsuki, that'll be two gods to deal with."

"…we're going to fight a god?" someone asked incredulously, "As in a real, no bones about it, god? A being from another plane of existence?"

"Before her death, the woman Crow-san brought in yesterday, informed us that Kaguya Otsutsuki is the one who created us," Ibiki said as calmly as he could, "more specifically she said: You're creator shall be your destroyer." Again whispers erupted around them, the large group of specifically chosen Jonin turned to each other, whispering amongst themselves hurriedly and worriedly, as if they didn't know what to do any more.

"And that is why I chose you for the task of the advance class in the academy," Hiruzen said, drawing all attention onto himself, "Will you teach our young so that they may have a chance at surviving the wa—?" the room fell silent as the sound of hurried footsteps filled the air, shouts of 'lord Hokage' echoed in the hall outside the office; everyone turned to the door at the sound of someone skidding to a halt.

"Lord Hokage!" everyone flinched as someone with bloody hands slammed into the office, eyes wide, skin pale and sweaty, their hospital garb smeared with blood, filling the office with the rancid smell of fresh blood. "Lord Hokage that woman we were sent last night? She's gone!"

"What are you talking about?" Hiruzen asked, rising to his feet in alarm

"The woman who died in T&I last night," the medic panted on the verge of panic, "the one wearing the triangle and circle pendent? She died last night and was taken to the morgue, this morning our morticians went in and never came out. I entered an hour ago for my own autopsy and found both of them dead and the woman gone, she's the only one missing!"

"Ibiki!" Hiruzen snapped

"On it!" the scared man was already half way out the office, "She's got approximately one hour head-start, so she's still in the village! We'll catch her, lord Hokage!"

"Lord Hokage," Hiruzen turned to look at the group of Jonin, each standing statue still, determination shinning in their eyes. "We'll teach the next generation all we know," Asuma said, standing stiffly at the head of the group of specialists, "If that woman's lose they'll need to know how to fight her without dyeing in the first five seconds."

"That woman took out Crow's team in minutes," one of the kunochi in the room pipped up, "They're the best of the best in Anbu, even Crow came back half dead. How are we, Jonin, ever going to compete with that? More importantly how can we possibly prepare them for that kind of opponent?"

"That's exactly what we're going to do," Kakashi said, straightening from his slouch, "We're going to prepare them for what we know will happen and pray they're smart enough to prepare for the unexpected."

"Is everyone on board then?" Hiruzen asked, face stony cold, onyx eyes locked onto the not sure kunochi

"…if all we can do is try," the woman started slowly, "then I guess that's better than nothing." She bobbed her head and straightened her spine, looking at her Hokage as she finalized her decision, "I'll teach the children what I can."

…

She remained still, hidden perfectly in the darkness of the slums of Konoha. She could see the shinobi in the distance, moving across the roofs in little more than blurs, each moving too quickly to really notice or care about one woman standing in the shadows of two buildings. It could've been because she was dressed scantly in a single piece of white cloth that barely covered anything between her shoulders and hips. It could've been the man she had her arms wrapped around, or the fact that said man had his head nestled against her neck and his arms roaming to dangerous places.

'Sister' the whisper sounded faintly in her mind, her eyes opened and for a moment they glowed a hunting silver

"In Jashin-sama's name… die," she whispered in the man's ear and felt elated when she felt the man's life force enter her body, needle thin slivers of blood dribbled down his nose and in barely a moment the man slumped against her and slid to the ground. She smirked and turned to walk away, only to stop dead in her tracks, her silver eyes turning black once more. Just a dozen or so feet away stood a young nine year old little girl, short dark violet hair held back by a single yellow hair band. The little girl's perfectly violet eyes stared blankly right back at her, her tanned cheeks flushed from running, her tanned skirt was torn and dirty, and her black long sleeve turtle neck was ripped at her elbows and covered in mud.

"AMI!" the girl flinched, snarled and started running again, not even stopping to look back at the woman she ran past. She watched as a man stumbled out of the nearby alleyway, more than just a little obviously drunk, a beer bottle in one hand and worn out baseball bat in the other. "Ami, ges~ ba—hick—ear!" the woman smiled seductively and walked out of the shadows, swinging her hips and clasping her hands behind her innocently, her voice humming out a familiar sounding melody from childhood.

"Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

Well, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do"

The man's attention was instantly on her, his black eyes widening at the sight of her, he was so surprised he dropped the bottle and the bat slipped from his thick sausage fingers

"We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images

And when you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget
These images

Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do"

Her voice was velvety soft, sounding in all men's ears, calling them out to see her; however she didn't want every man in the village pinning after her, just this one man with midnight-black hair.

"I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?

"Whe~res~ yo~ bes?" the man asked, his voice slurred heavily, blurring his words together

"I've been here," She purred, lacing her arms around his neck, ignoring his hands that clasped her rear and jerked her that much closer to him; his rancid breath washing over her skin. He made her sick, she hated this kind of man the most but men like him were also the most gullible—they were the easiest to control.

"eyes~ bes~ wai-fing fs~ you~" he slurred again, pressing his alcohol stained mouth to her neck, only to trace sticky kisses up to her mouth. She smirked, her eyes flaring white washed silver as she let him stick his tong in her mouth, her body not moving as he realized that something was horrendously wrong. She watched his dark eyes widen in realization, his fingers tightened on her arms but didn't let go, she watched in sadistic pleasure as he fought to keep his chakra inside his body. Much to her pleasure, his drunken state hampered his ability to control his chakra, her ability to steal life forces prevailed and the man soon died.

"Good night," she smirked, turning on her heal and walked away, quickly morphing back into the shadows before any shinobi could see her. She walked down a block, keeping close to the shadows just for safety and stopped just at the edge of the alleyway. She smiled despite herself and looked back over her shoulder, of course she didn't see anyone worth worrying over, and by that she meant the same little purple haired girl she saw a few moments ago. The girl was trying to be discreet but hiding behind a dumpster was hardly discreet, so was wearing shoes but she let that slide considering the girl didn't appear to have any female role models.

"I know you're there," she said, turning further into the alleyway and leaning against the filthy brick wall, "Come on out little one."

"…who… who are you?" the girl asked, peeking out from behind the large dumpster, staring at her with narrowed violet orbs.

"Hm, I suppose I can answer that," She hummed, smirking back at the girl, "on the condition you help me."

"…what do you need?" she asked suspiciously, violet orbs narrowing instantly. The young girl was unaware of just how much that look reminded the woman of her master, the way the lights gleamed back at her, darkening the violet iris into near perfect blackness. She stared at the girl, looking for anything that reminded her of the man she knew so little of. The girl's tanned skin could've come from the red head she met nearly nine years ago, the girl was the right age as well, even her violet eyes reminded her of her master. It was possible the girl she was staring at was the same girl she's been searching for, but there remained something off with her, something almost natural. Well, natural too her which would mean unnatural to anyone else and that one thought was enough to give her pause.

"I need a place to stay," the woman began slowly, "Take me to your home and I'll let you live."

"…Death would be a greater mercy," the girl turned away from her, not realizing just how fine the woman's hearing was, "Why do you want a place to stay? And why should I help you?"

"Because the man I just killed," she replied calmly, watching the girl flinch at the reminder, "I take it he was your relative?"

"…my father," she confirmed, "So what?"

"Any other child would've started crying or calling for help," the woman smirked at her, as if finding this information amusing, "you did nothing but watch."

"…So?" the girl asked, eyes narrowing once more

"Hmm," She lifted off the wall and started walking towards the girl, ignoring how she flinched back, "It tells me you have no love for the man, it tells me you value no one but yourself, it tells me…" She stopped and looked back at the girl, "It tells me your heart is the same as my own. That is why I ask for your help" her silver eyes were dancing in the pale moonlight that dared to peak through the buildings, lighting the woman up like some kind of goddess.

…Kaguya-hime, the girl's eyes widened as she took in a sharp breath of air, she recalled the vague memories of the old stories her elder sister used to read to her.

"Well girl?" the woman asked, staring at her with glowing moon white eyes, "Will you help me?"

She couldn't possibly deny the great moon goddess

…

Ibiki tried very hard not to flinch back from the smell of rotting flesh assaulting his nose when he entered the back door to the morgue. He opened his eyes and stared dully at the bustling bodies of the morticians, trying desperately to remain calm amongst the blood splatter staining the room. In the center of the room, laying prone beside a spotless steal bed, were two crimson piles of something unidentifiable. Well, they were unidentifiable to Ibiki, the two medics tending to the two piles of mush seemed to know what the piles were. Ibiki walked forward, trying to ignore the putrid smell of blood, observing the blood splatter surrounding the mushy piles and something seemingly out of place beside the revolving doors of the morgue. It seemed small and insignificant but it was strange to see a pile of what appeared to be dirt beside the doors out of the way of traffic.

"What is this?" Ibiki asked, turning to look towards the nearest medic. The woman sniffed and turned to look down at the little pile, she gave a bitter smile towards the pile of dirt.

"It's human ash," the woman answered with a sniff, "the black specs is dried blood, the white portion is bone dust, the grayish powder is flesh."

"…that's morbid," Ibiki drawled, "How'd you find that out?"

"My parents run a crematorium," she turned teary eyes towards him. He stared at her for a moment before nodding in acceptance; he turned his attention back to the pile of dust.

"…who's going to clean that up?"

…

He glowered at the report given to him. While a blessing that Crow's team didn't survive their previous assignment from the Hokage, it also hampered his plans with the Uchiha clan. It meant that the original dead line had to be pushed back, especially since the only one who had a fraction of hope for cleaning that accursed clan up was in the hospital suffering from chakra exhaustion and torture. It was imposable to know if the boy would make it out by the end of the year, people were already saying he was going to die like the one teammate he managed to drag back. Sadly Sparrow's wounds were by far too severe for her to survive the physical drag and the unknown thing sucking her chakra away until she was little more than a mummified corpse. Honestly it was a little disturbing how tiny that woman got when every last ounce of chakra was forced out of her body. It was assumed that her opponent, a woman from some strange cult, was responsible for her death but because said woman escaped their custody under the guise of being dead, no one knew where she went. Some thought she was still in the village, the multiple corpses she left behind in the village only proved their point, and some thought she had someone left behind in the village to make it look like she was in the village.

Plus there was the lovely mass of destruction she left behind in the morgue; no one even knew who that pile of human ash was. He had a vague idea of who it was. There were multiple teams outside of the village who hadn't returned yet, several of them were found dead, but there was one man from a team that was found half dead. He was able to remain alive just long enough for an Anbu team to relay the news of his teammate's disappearance. The man even described the woman who attacked them, however his description couldn't possibly be right; there was no way for one person to be in two places at the same time.

"Danzo-sama," he turned at the sound of his name, glancing briefly at the two young men kneeling off to the side, "Our mission was a success."

"Hmm," Danzo blinked at them before he smirked to himself, understanding filling him, "I see." He turned away from the two men, his coal eyes glowing ominously in the darkness of his office. "I have a mission for you both," Danzo said calmly, "you where there when Itachi-kun brought in that woman to Hiruzen yes?"

"Yes sir," the two agreed together

"I belief she has a twin sister somewhere outside of the village," Danzo informed them calmly, "find her and kill her."

"Understood!" they were gone before their voices could echo

You will pay for ruining my plans, Danzo thought, glaring down at the last image taken of the woman brought in, and if not… perhaps I'll have you finish what Itachi started.

…

By the way, should I do a time skip of two years or just make time steadily increase little by little?

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