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Another thing, the 'legend' reference in this story is actually true. That's were Kishimoro-sensei got the inspiration for the names from. Just remember that when reading the chapter.

And so, onwards!

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Tsunade and Orochimaru arrived in the Tokyo airport promptly at 0315 hours.

Jiraiya was waiting for them with a big smile on his face, which slid off once he noticed Tsunade's companion.

Orochimaru froze as soon as he caught sight of Jiraiya, stiffly staring at him and waiting for him to make the first move.

Tsunade said nothing. She just watched.

Without warning, Jiraiya flew towards Orochimaru and viciously punched him in the face, sending the gaunt boy flying to the ground.

Screams of confusion rang out around them and the airport security swarmed the Sannin.

They attempted to wrench Jiraiya's writhing form off of Orochimaru's limp one, but the white-haired boy paid them no mind and continued to pummel the navy-haired youth into the polished floor.

Eventually, a crowd of guards managed to separate the two and threw them out of the airport.

Tsunade observed their bruised and panting forms, and watched as Jiraiya dragged himself over to Orochimaru and tugged him into a clumsy hug, clinging to him tightly.

"Never do it again, Orochi-teme."

Slowly, Orochimaru's trembling arms wrapped around Jiraiya's shoulders.

"Aa."

She smiled.


Orochimaru was one of the worst patients that Tsunade ever had the displeasure to treat.

And that was saying something.

He never sat still. He was always frolicking around in her backyard messing with that new Dojutsu of his.

He was calling it the 'Rokugan'.

Hey, nobody ever said that Orochimaru was good at naming things.

But that eye was damn useful, if she did say so herself. It had 6 different modes which he could switch from, each one enhancing a separate part of combat.

It was ironic. After vying for the Sharingan for so long, he finally had an eye which went above and beyond that.

He only needed to get illegally experimented on, tortured in the name of science and killed six times to gain it.

His recovery wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst either. He still woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, but he wasn't flinching away from her when she touched him anymore.

Progress.

It was more than anyone could expect from a torture victim, really.

Torture in the Elemental Nations had just been a part of life. Shinobi endured it for the sake of their comrades, family, Village.

But in this world, Orochimaru had none of those. He didn't have the conditioning his body needed to withstand it, he didn't have the reassurance that his comrades were on the way to rescue him, hell, he had nothing.

And that was why the torture was especially cruel. Orochimaru, even though he had been reborn, had absolutely nothing to live for.

He was alone.

And a lone Shinobi was a dead Shinobi.

There was a specific reason Konoha was the mightiest of the great villages, what with its fanaticism on teamwork.

But Orochimaru was a warrior. They all were. And she could ask for nothing more.

He had survived and rejoined them. That was all that was important.

She would help him heal so that he wouldn't have to ever go through it again.

Building up his muscle mass was actually concerning. He had been severely malnourished and neglected before she found him, so his body was weak. Incredibly so.

One thing about Orochimaru: he was the king of passive-aggressive bitchiness. Especially when he was on a therapy regime.

She watched him with a frown as his crimson eye flashed and the kanji for '3' appeared, snakes sprouting all around him and writhing menacingly.

She would let him have his fun for a few more minutes. Then she'd drag him back to bed.

Really. Her teammates were the biggest, most inconsiderate jerks, sometimes.

She still loved them.


Within five months of Orochimaru's rescue, Jiraiya and him were on completely good terms again.

Meaning, Jiraiya had grown comfortable enough to start annoying the living daylights out of Orochimaru once more.

"Holy shit, Orochi-teme, what is up with your hair?"

Orochimaru delicately sniffed, then turned away, attempting to ignore him.

"God, you want to know what you look like?"

Orochimaru's twitch indicated that no, he did not want to know what he looked like.

"Your head is like a squid! Your cowlick looks like tiny tentacles!"

He put his hand behind his head and madly wriggled his fingers, his expression deadpan, a mirror image to the one the Snake Sannin was currently wearing.

Tsunade was trying her damnedest not to laugh, but from the murderous look on Orochimaru's face, she miserably failed.


Six months after Orochimaru's rescue, Tsunade deemed him fully recovered.

Jiraiya registered him at Namimori Elementary.

Tsunade took him with her to Tokyo to meet Seigi and enroll him in Tokyo University.

The two Sannin stepped into the parking lot of Tokyo Uni, the one the Principal's office directly overlooked from his tower.

Tsunade looked up at the window to his office and cheerfully waved at the panicked Principal.

A minute later, a screeching alarm blared through the entire campus.

'THIS IS NOT A DRILL. EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO LEAVE IN ONE MINUTE, TAKE REFUGE IN THE SAFETY BUNK CLOSEST TO YOU. A CODE ORANGE HAD BEEN SPOTTED. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL.'

Tsunade smirked.


Tsunade and Orochimaru sat across from Seigi, a dark kotetsu resting in between them.

"This is Rokudo Mukuro, known to me and Jiraiya as Orochimaru. He is one of my own. Please grant him entry into the Clan."

Seigi eyed Orochimaru's stiff form intensely, then chuckled.

"Jiraiya, Tsunade and Orochimaru, huh? At first I thought that it was a coincidence, but now I see that it is more than that."

The two Sannin looked at him questioningly.

Seigi shook his head. "I don't know how you three chose those names, but we have a legend. A great tale about a lord of toads, a mistress of slugs and a ruler of snakes. It is a classic tale passed down from generation to generation. I suppose I should be impressed that you all chose something so Japanese."

Tsunade and Orochimaru stiffened up and looked at each other in shock.

"I know that you three aren't normal, so I won't pry any further." The Kiyoijuu leader directed his intense stare to Orochimaru. "I assume that you too plan to simultaneously complete a degree while attending Namimori Elementary. What field of study do you wish to pursue?"

An amused smile curled around the Snake Sannin's lips. "Engineering."

Seigi's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Is that so? May I ask why?"

Orochimaru's tongue slipped out and moistened his lips. "There are many new devices which I have never before heard of. Powerful devices capable of so much. I wish to study them."

Tsunade understood. In this world, power wasn't dictated by Chakra.

No, the hierarchy was determined by weaponry and technology.

Of course Orochimaru would be interested in that. The little shit was already planning how to make bombs or something.

She knew that letting him study Engineering wasn't the wisest decision, but hey, this time he was on their side, so no sleep lost for the destruction he was inevitably going to cause.

"Are you versed in combat?"

"Yes."

Seigi nodded in acquisition, and just as he was about to speak, the door to the room loudly slammed open and Ji-Min rushed in and pounced on Seigi.

"Sei-chan! I've been looking for you!"

Seigi grunted in surprise, but his expression remained deadpan. "Ji-Min, what have I told-"

"Oh my! Another one!"

Ji-Min leaped off of Seigi and glomped Orochimaru's startled form.

"Tsuna, you didn't tell me you had another one! Where have you been hiding this one from me?"

Orochimaru looked panicked through Ji-Min's aggressive coddling.

Tsunade tried not to burst out laughing, but her twitching cheeks betrayed her. "I have only recently reacquired him, Ji-Min-san."

Tsunade was violently pulled into the overwhelming embrace alongside her teammate as the bubbly Korean cooed over how cute they were.

Orochimaru, the bastard, smirked at her when he saw her horrified face.


Orochimaru's debut into Namimori Elementary was an unforgettable event.

It all started with Jiraiya dragging him through the gates with an arm slung around his neck, babbling about some nonsense.

As soon as the females caught sight of them, a cacophony of high-pitched squeals was the only thing that was able to be heard.

A chorus of glass-shattering screams and wails of 'Kyaaaaaaaaa! Yaoiiiiiii!' silenced the rest of the poor student body into submission.

Jiraiya looked repulsed and immediately whipped his hand away from Orochimaru, kneeling on the ground and uncontrollably dry-heaving.

Orochimaru turned to Tsunade for clarification and she just shook her head and proceeded to the building.

That was one conversation she didn't want to be having with him any time soon.


Tsunade finally came face to face with the infamous Sasagawa Kyoko.

There were 4 female idols in Namimori Elementary.

The 'Himedere Queen', Student Body President Namakoshi Akane, the 'Undere Queen' Star Volleyball player Wanora Tsubaki, the 'Deredere Queen' School Sweetheart Sasagawa Kyoko, and her, the 'Kuudere Queen'.

She had encountered both Akane and Tsubaki previously, but had never actually met Kyoko before.

"Hello, Sawada-san! My name is Sasagawa Kyoko! Nice to meet you!"

The auburn-haired girl bowed deeply and Tsunade stared.

Jiraiya laughed and pulled Kyoko into a hug, making the girl giggle.

"Hime, this is my sister! Kyoko, meet Tsunade-hime and Orochi-teme."

Tsunade nodded to her. "A-Aa. Nice to meet you, Kyoko. Call me Tsunade."

Kyoko beamed and sparkles sprouted around her.

Tsunade stared even harder.

How? The same sparkles that appeared around Gai appeared around her, but how was the effect so damn different?

Kyoko turned to Orochimaru and stopped short. A delicate blush danced across her cheeks and she shyly looked down.

"N-Nice to meet you, Orochimaru-san." She demurely bowed to him, not making eye contact with him.

Orochimaru formally bowed back. "Nice to meet you too, Kyoko. I've heard much about you from Jiraiya."

Kyoko's blush intensified to a flattering red as she fidgeted. "O-Oh really? Good things I h-hope."

Tsunade's and Jiraiya's jaws dropped to the floor.

The Toad Sage dragged his little sister away from the Snake Sannin, howling about him corrupting his flower of a sister, and Orochimaru looked shocked, then annoyed as he argued back that he didn't do anything.

Tsunade couldn't really blame the girl. Both her teammates had always been sexy beasts. It wasn't hard to fall under their spell. She'd seen it happen hundreds of times.

As she watched Jiraiya and Orochimaru bicker and Kyoko blush she knew that Orochimaru had gained yet another beau.


Kyoya stared at Orochimaru.

Orochimaru stared at Kyoya.

Kyoya growled.

Orochimaru wrinkled his nose snootily and narrowed his eyes.

Kyoya stood in front of Tsunade. "Mine."

Orochimaru pursed his lips. "No."

Kyoya snarled and took out his Tonfas.

Orochimaru bared his teeth. "You have to share her. She's not yours."

Kyoya looked murderous until Tsunade roughly elbowed him. "Enough, Kyoya. It's fine. He's pack."

Kyoya stared at her, then stared at Orochimaru.

Orochimaru stared back.

Kyoya scowled and turned away. "Fine. Carnivore."

He prowled off.

Orochimaru looked blankly at Tsunade.

Jiraiya cackled.

Tsunade shrugged and pointed to Jiraiya. "He's my new minion. Long story. Ask him."


After school, Kyoko wanted to get food.

Nobody could agree on what kind they wanted, so Tsunade just dragged them to a nearby shop and pushed them in.

A quaint little sushi restaurant called Takesushi.

"Welcome!"

A beaming man donning a traditional sushi-preparing uniform opened his arms graciously.

"Takesushi is ready to serve! What will our guests be having today?"

Kyoko clapped in delight. "Ooooh, there's just too many options! Chef-san, please give us suggestions!"

The man chuckled warmly and grinned at her. "Alright then! The Takesushi special!"

He lifted his long, thin sushi knives and prepared the fish with unbelievable skill and precision. All of the Sannin couldn't help but stare.

That knife-work… it was not the work of an amateur. This man was a professional in the art of blade-wielding.

Kyoko gazed at him with wonder in her eyes. "Chef-san is so awesome!" he turned to Jiraiya and looked up at him with dewy, faun-like orbs.

"Can you do that, Onii-chan?"

Tsunade slapped her forehead. There was no way that Jiraiya would turn down a challenge.

Sure enough, Jiraiya leaped up and proclaimed, "Of course I can, my cute imouto!"

He strode over to the chef's side and held his hand out.

"If I may, sir, I would not like to be doubted by my own sister."

The chef looked at him suspiciously and incredulously. "Boy, this isn't a game. Forgive your sister, she didn't know what she was saying. These knives aren't toys. Sit down and I'll serve you in just a minute."

Jiraiya set his jaw and looked the taller man resolutely in the eye. "I assure you, sir, that I know that knives are never a toy. I am completely confident in my ability to handle them and anything that happens from here forth is my own responsibility."

The Chef still looked skeptical, but he placed his knife down and turned to the back of the restaurant.

"Takeshi! Come out here! And bring a first aid kit with you!"

"Haai!"

A cheery, youthful voice sounded from behind the divider, and a few moments later a grinning miniature of the Chef bounded out, clutching a large white box.

He stopped when he saw the guests in his restaurant.

"Oh! Tsunade, Orochimaru, Jiraiya and Kyoko! It's you!"

Tsunade and Orochimaru nodded their head in greeting as Jiraiya and Kyoko chirped out warm hellos.

Yamamoto Takeshi. A popular kid good at baseball but caring little for academics.

Takeshi dropped the box on the counter while Jiraiya picked up the knives and examined them.

After swinging them around a few times, he threw it up in the air and flipped it. Terrified gasps escaped from Takeshi, Chef-san and Kyoko.

Jiraiya grinned at them and easily caught it before flipping it up again.

"So, Chef-san, how am I supposed to prepare the fish?"

The Chef gaped at him, then gestured to his own platter to explain. "You need to peel off the skin with the scales first, then remove all the bones and organs until only the marbled flesh is left.

Jiraiya smiled in anticipation. "Watch carefully, Kyoko."

And he threw the knives up.

Everything was a blur from that point. Only Tsunade, Orochimaru and the Chef could even hope to keep track of the wildly spinning blades.

There were several loud thunks, and a moment later Jiraiya held out a platter full of cleanly sliced fish.

The only difference between him and the Chef was that while the Chef worked, the station was kept relatively clean, but Jiraiya made it look like the waste products of the fish had been through a blender, then spread on the countertop.

But the final product was equally professional in both cases.

Kyoko and Takeshi gaped in shock before they exploded into amazed cheers.

The Chef ogled at them in disbelief, watching as the cheerful duo assaulted the proud white-haired boy.

Then the Chef growled lowly and glared at Tsunade. "Who are you and what do you want?"

Tsunade blankly scowled back at him. "Calm down. We mean no harm."

The man still looked at them with cautious eyes. "No mere children would possess the skills he has. What do you want with me? Are you all hitmen? I left that lifestyle behind when Takeshi was born."

Orochimaru fixed him with a dry stare. "We're not here to harm you. We simply came to eat."

The Chef gripped his knife tighter, but Tsunade and Orochimaru made no movement to retaliate. After a tense pause, the man finally relaxed and shot them an apologetic grin. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and laughed.

"Ahaha, sorry about that! It's just that there've been people after me and Takeshi for a while now. One can never be too suspicious!"

Orochimaru sniffed delicately and turned away, reaching for the finished platter the Chef was handing them. "No, you can never be too careful."

The man rubbed the back of his head again and warmly smiled at them. "My name is Tsuyoshi. What are your names?"

Tsunade split her chopsticks and picked up a piece of sushi. "My name is Tsunade. This here is Orochimaru, and that's Jiraiya over there with his sister, Kyoko."

The man's eyes flashed with recognition. "Tsunade, Orochimaru and Jiraiya, huh? The legendary three? I wouldn't be hard pressed to believe it…"

He looked over to where Jiraiya had jovially slung an arm around Takeshi, who was beaming brighter than ever.

"Take care of my son."

Tsunade continued to eat her sushi. "You would have to ask Jiraiya. I already have one brat under my jurisdiction."

Orochimaru nodded as he delicately wiped his mouth with a napkin. "That boy is Jiraiya's responsibility now."

All three of them watched as the boys play wrestled and laughed happily, Kyoko brightly cheering them on.

"He'll be fine. Can't guarantee his virginity, though."

"…What?"


Jiraiya was chilling in his house when he heard the door open. He spread his Chakra out and relaxed when he sensed that it was Orochimaru. He happily went back to his video game.

Orochimaru walked up the stairs and stood at his doorway.

"Jiraiya."

The Toad Sage made a sound to indicate that he was listening.

"I found something interesting."

When the navy-haired boy said nothing more, Jiraiya turned to him.

And paled.

In Orochimaru's hand was a shiny, orange copy of a book.

Icha Icha Paradise.

Jiraiya leaped to his feet and inched away from Orochimaru's slowly approaching form.

"Care to tell me what this is?"

Jiraiya laughed awkwardly as he tried to wrench his window open. Damn thing was jammed.

"Ha ha ha, I don't know what you're talking about…"

Damn window wasn't opening!

Orochimaru hummed and opened the back flap. "Really? It says here that the author is someone named 'Jiraiya the Valiant'." He snapped the book shut and fixed him with a deadpan stare. "Now where have I heard that before?"

Jiraiya was sweating bullets. "A-A coincidence…?"

Orochimaru looked unamused. "Those don't happen."

Jiraiya looked downright terrified now. He dropped to his knees and fell forward. "Please Orochi-teme, don't tell Hime…"

Orochimaru smirked at him. "Hmmm, I don't know…"

Jiraiya leaped up to his feet incensed. "Teme! Like I don't know what you're doing with all that Uranium you just illegally bought!"

Now Orochimaru was the one to pale. "How did you…"

Jiraiya smirked meanly at him. "I'm a Spy Master. It's my job to know."

Both of them glared at each other, then both nodded and dropped the topic.

Bonds of brotherhood were forged strong against Tsunade's wrath.

"Hey, you wanna play with me? Just unlocked two-player mode."

"…Sure."


Tsunade was at school when the call came.

She was sitting in the middle of a mundane Geography class when her phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID.

Song Ji-Min

The teacher looked at her questioningly, but Tsunade schooled her features. "I apologize for the disturbance, but I must answer this call. It seems that there is an emergency."

Jiraiya and Orochimaru's attention snapped to her.

She glanced at them and casually signed to them in Konoha standard from the Second War.

Ji-Min

Crisis

Await more information

Both unobtrusively nodded at her before turning back to the front, but their bodies were still tensed.

The teacher looked like she swallowed something sour, but she waved her off and Tsunade went to the hallway and answered the call.

"Tsunade speaking."

Ji-Min's voice was as cold as ice. "Tsuna. We have an emergency. One of the Noble 10 has been attacked by Sogoui's gang. He's in surgery with Nobunaga right now. He says that they have to amputate both his legs off."

Tsunade's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Ho?"

Ji-Min's voice was flinty. "Come here and see if you can salvage it."

Tsunade straightened her back. "Hai. I will make my way there right now. The train ride is around 50 minutes. Try to hold him off until then."

Ji-Min's grim voice murmured her assent, then she cut off the phone.

Tsunade spun around and marched into the classroom, immediately picking up Jiraiya and Orochimaru's alert forms.

"Sorry teacher, but Jiraiya, Orochimaru and I have to leave right now. Family emergency."

Technically, she wasn't wrong.

The teacher spluttered. "B-But I thought that you three weren't related!"

He was quelled by Tsunade's irritated look and gestured for them to leave.

Smoothly, the two boys rose and followed the Medic out of the classroom and caught up to her as she led them down a floor into another classroom.

They opened the door and stepped in, dozens of young eyes snapping to them, curious and grateful for the distraction from their boring lesson.

Kyoya's glowering from at the back stiffened when he noticed the tension of the Sannin's movements.

"Sensei, I apologize but Kyoya will have to come with us. We have a family emergency."

At her words, Kyoya growled as he slid out of his seat and prowled over to them.

The teacher's indignant stammering was ignored as the foursome strode out.


Seigi was the one to greet them as they arrived at the mansion.

He looked pissed.

"Akiyama Jirou is in the process of having both his legs amputated."

Tsunade snarled.


Tsunade stormed into the operating room, startling the team of surgeons working on the patient.

Kyoya prowled in after her, spinning his Tonfas around and grinning with a mad gleam in his eye.

The head surgeon, Nobunaga, looked startled and furious.

"You! You child-"

Tsunade rudely cut him off. "Kyoya, watch carefully. I'll show you how to fix a limb with Chakra, one that is deemed unfixable by normal methods."

Nobunaga sneered. "Shut your fucking mouth, you cunt! You think I didn't try to heal him with my Flames? His bones have been ground into dust! Nothing can fix this, you pretentious little cock-sucker."

Tsunade's severe expression didn't waver. "I don't know what Flames you're talking about, but it's absolutely possible to heal it with Chakra." She tilted her head to her ward. "Kyoya. Remove them. I shall continue the surgery."

Kyoya grunted in excitement then pounced on the surgeons, easily incapacitating them. After a rapid flurry of movement and crunching thuds, Nobunaga was the only man left standing.

The Head Doctor pulled out a knife hidden somewhere in his scrubs. "Try it, you little fucker. I dare you."

Kyoya tensed, and just before he could rush headlong into a losing battle (against a Noble 10 member? The brat had no chance), Tsunade pulled him aside and glowered at Nobunaga.

"Leave gracefully. This is now my operation."

Nobunaga's eyes flashed with wrath, but her ground his teeth and slipped his knife back into his robes. He grabbed his felled assistants and walked to the door.

He turned back and fixed Tsunade with a cruel look. "You'll pay for this. I promise you that you will feel my wrath. Just you wait."

Then he left.


Kyoya looked at the man's bloody stump in fascination. He reached out a hand to touch it but Tsunade slapped it back in reprimanding.

Bloodthirsty little shit. No normal kid would want to touch a bloody stump after seeing one.

Tsunade rolled her eyes at his pout. "Stop that. Now hand me his left leg. And make sure that it's the correct one. We're not going to attach the right leg to his left side no matter how much you want to see it.

His pout grew even more pronounced.

Just what exactly did Masai and Li Fen do for him to end up this messed up? Nature documentaries? Damn, they must have been some seriously fucked up shit.

Kyoya handed her the patient's left leg and she positioned it at his stump. She circulated her Chakra to her hand and pushed it into the leg.

Good. Cell death hadn't set in yet.

She changed her focus to reattaching all the muscles and ligaments between the two and Kyoya's eyes widened as he watched the patient's tissue knit together before his eyes.

"How…?"

Tsunade smirked. "That, apprentice, is what Chakra is capable of."

It was a long process, but Tsunade finally was able to rejoin the mangled leg back to its stump.

She turned to the patient's right stump. "Other leg."

Kyoya passed it to her. She correctly positioned this leg and began reattaching it as well.

After a long half hour of rejoining nerves and blood vessels, the patient's right leg was successfully rejoined to its rightful place.

Now, to heal the damage that the patient sustained in battle.

Tsunade admitted that Nobunaga had been right. The man's Tibia and Fibula, along with all the bones in his feet had sustained so many fractures that they were all in a jumbled mess. It was like someone had taken him and forced his legs under a road roller.

Tsunade fed her Chakra into his legs carefully and slowly solved the jigsaw puzzle which was his bones. Deliberately, piece by piece she slid them back into their rightful place until they formed the outline that his bones should have made.

Cautiously, without jostling any of the pieces, she mended them together and the shards began to fuse to each other.

A lifetime later, a heavily sweating Tsunade lifted her hand off the patient's legs and looked at Kyoya.

"Operation successful."

Kyoya smirked in triumph and made his way to the door to inform every one of her announcement.

Tsunade ran a final surge of Chakra through the patient to check for any other abnormalities.

She wheeled a blood transfusion stand over to the patient's side and hooked up two bags of his blood type on the stand. She injected the IV into the patient's vein then stepped back to examine her work.

She smiled in pride. A job well done.

She took off her gloves as she made her way to the exit and disposed the in the convenient trashcan placed just before it.

The Slug Princess pushed her way out of the room and was immediately assaulted by three sobbing bodies.

Tsunade tried to wriggle her way out of the emotional pile, but they just clung tighter to her until she was forced to concede.

Finally, after a few horrifyingly uncomfortable minutes of emotive sniffling, the tallest figure pulled back and fell into a low bow.

"Thank you! Thank you for saving my husband's legs!"

The smaller figures, children even younger than her, clung to her even tighter. "Yeah, Nee-chan! Thank you for savin' Granpa!"

Tsunade fixed them with a stern look. "Don't thank me. I am a part of this Clan and I will heal whoever seeks it from me."

There was an even larger onslaught of gratitude punctuated with cries of her benevolence and greatness.

She grimaced as she saw Jiraiya and Orochimaru smirk.

Rude bastards, leaving her to suffer.

Finally, the sniffing trio pulled away enough for her to make her escape. She scurried away to her teammates, looking forward to finally relaxing with them.

But no, The Voice told her to turn around.

And rolling her eyes, she complied.

And was met with stares of pure loathing from prissy politician and dobe Doc.

Uh oh.

The Voice told her to watch out.

She didn't need such redundant advice.

Enemies had been declared and blood would be spilt.

But not right now.

Now was the time for some nice warm Sake and a nice hot bath.


Yo! So you've made it to the end of this chapter. I hope you liked it!

On a completely unrelated note, did you know that 50 Shades of Gray is actually Twilight Fanfiction? I didn't, and when I found out, I completely FLIPPED OUT. Pretty freaky, huh?

Ok, regarding the results to last week's question:

Viper: 7

Kurenai: 3

Viper for the win!

This chapter's question: In a battle between epic badassery, who would win? Reborn or Kakashi?

And that all for now, folks! Feel free to drop a review, and it you have any questions or concerns I'll try my best to reply to you (if Fanfiction isn't being the little shit it usually is -_-)!

So have a nice day, and await on me for the next installment of this beauteous saga *bows with a flourish*

Catch ya later!