A/N: I swear I am trying to get some females in .;;; Anyway, since I reached 200 reviews, I figured I'd update a week earlier than planned…


Chapter Eight

Ignition


Of the samples you sent, only twenty-seven possessed the eyes; of those, only two were AB+. With such limited samples, I cannot assure you of any results.

Trees are stifled when they have only potted soil with which to root themselves – as I'm sure you're aware. Moreover, the lone patient I have can only survive so many transplantations to find these eyes and I'm afraid I've quite exhausted his abilities to recuperate. I fear he will soon take his leave.

Looking forward to your reply,
A Step Before Four

Danzo stared at the final signed words of the missive with annoyance. As if he needed a reminder of who he was corresponding with – hmph.

He crushed the missive in one hand and tossed the balled document into the open flame hovering in the bronze brazier. Watching the edges of the paper blacken and shrivel, he considered the ramifications of handing over the remaining bodies of the Uchiha clan to Orochimaru.

The faster they were out of his hands and out of Konoha, the less likely they would cause trouble. At the same time, Orochimaru was hardly trustworthy. The fool had let himself be discovered with those sixty children – and all before he had isolated the secret behind successful Senju cell transplantation. Sloppy.

Still, he needed that man.

He lifted the bandage covering his palm. The skin underneath was still visibly inflamed. The eye at the center of his hand was swollen shut. With some effort, he managed to get the eye to peer open for half a second before letting it fall shut. Realizing that his breath had started to pick up, he quickly controlled his breathing. He didn't want to show any sign of weakness, even if he was in front of his men.

Readjusting the bandages on his hand, he shouldered his right arm back into his black sleeve and stood. It was a true pity he hadn't managed to convince the Hatake brat to come under his tutelage. Gaining his own sharingan had given him a much greater appreciation of that child's brilliance.

Closing his eyes, he basked in the warmth of the open flame and mulled over his options.

He loathed the idea of freely handing over the rest of the bodies. As he was reminded of the scrutiny that the investigation over the massacre faced, he remembered the other problem that was plaguing him.

Madara.

It was strange and alarming that a legend from the village's past was once again haunting them as a living specter. Nevertheless, as much as he had distrusted the Uchihas, he would have to be blind not to acknowledge Itachi's mental acuity and talent in foresight.

It was really the only option he had at the moment. If the boy felt that he had forestalled Madara's interest in the destruction of the village, then he'd just have to take advantage of the reprieve and prepare the village for the day Madara's interest returned.

He opened his eyes and strode towards the exit.

Madara wasn't the only imminent threat faced by the village. Reports of the Akatsuki were growing more disquieting by the month. While he was sure Itachi would manage to occupy and direct their attention to an extent, he needed to make his own contingency plans.

He swept through the doors and made his way into the brightly lit chambers of the Hokage tower. There were rumors that the Akatsuki wanted the tailed beasts. If that was true, then the group would most likely want to start with the Ichibi, as the theoretically weakest and thus easiest to control of the tailed beasts.

It was just his luck that the last report about the Ichibi had pinpointed the demon in Suna.

Given that Suna bordered Ame, he was sure that Hanzo wouldn't fail to take the opportunity to finally shut down the Akatsuki if they came to Suna for the Ichibi. It was just an added bonus that a weakened Suna would increase the flow of mission requests from the Land of the Waves to Konoha.

He shouldered past another bespectacled genin and ignored the silver haired boy's apology as he climbed up the steps to the falconry tower.

This could work. As long as Orochimaru failed to present the sharingan eyes and Senju cells compatible to him, this would serve as a reminder to that snake-obsessed child that his secret patronage was not without limits.

Quickly, he scrawled out his counter offer using the common supplies provided in the tower. At his hand signal, both a falcon and ROOT operative appeared.

With a twisted smile, he tied the scroll to the falcon's leg and released the bird out the window. He turned his back to the window, knowing the operative would ensure that the bird would escape general notice.

He was sure Orochimaru's snakes would appreciate his messenger.

"Danzo."

He looked up and immediately felt like grimacing. Keeping his face passive, he tilted his head just the slightest inch downwards, "Hokage-sama."

Beneath the cover of his hat, Hiruzen rumbled, "Am I?"

Danzo held his breath.

"To you, am I really the Hokage?"

Danzo ducked his head further, "I don't know what you mean." Under lowered lids, he darted his eyes back and forth. They were alone.

"Then explain it to me. Why conceal Madara's existence from me? Moreover, what gave you the authority to authorize the execution of the entire Uchiha clan?!"

It had been a long time since Danzo had heard such menace from Hiruzen. He raised his head, "Madara. Uchiha Madara?"

Hiruzen stared at him, distinctly unimpressed.

Danzo wondered what the Hokage knew, or thought he knew. It was unlikely that his former teammate had any proof of his tampering with official communications – the man wouldn't have waited until now to confront him if he did. Furthermore, Hiruzen wouldn't be confronting him like this if there was concrete evidence of his involvement. Narrowing his eyes, in a low graveled tone he continued, "Perhaps I should be asking what it is you have been concealing from the council."

Undeterred, Hiruzen sharpened his glare, "Your involvement has endangered the village-"

"My involvement has saved this village."

"So you do not deny your hand in this."

Danzo brought both of his hands to rest over the top of his walking stick, "Time was running out. Someone had to make the call."

At the veiled slight, Hiruzen tightened his left hand into a fist under the cover of his sleeve. "That wasn't your call to make, just as it wasn't your call to declare Itachi a missing-nin."

Danzo scoffed, "Did we not decide to declare the boy a missing-nin from the onset of this whole operation?"

"Yes, however-"

"Do you intend to ignore your advisors' counsel then?"

"No-"

"Then I acted within my bounds."

Hiruzen gritted out the words, "You acted prematurely. You leapt without looking that night and tossed away lives needlessly."

Danzo suppressed the impulse to roll his eyes, "You're still a hopeless optimist."

"The talks were working."

"You thought a festival was going to fix years of discontent? Don't be ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is the investigation that's been carried out."

"Is there a point to this?" Danzo watched suspiciously as Hiruzen seemed to regain his composure.

"The point is that you were sloppy Danzo. You were impatient and rushed – and you can't erase what's already been seen by people such as our valued jounin commander." Hiruzen gave him a feral grin, "The point is, you have my attention. Was that what you were looking for?" Was that a reference to ROOT?

Having spoken, the leader of the village left the room without as much as a whisper to mark his exit.

Danzo let out a slow breath. Hiruzen, was that supposed to be a threat or a warning?

I would have thought you knew me better by now. Warnings are only effective when coupled with a preemptive strike.

-0-

Inoichi frowned. What he was doing was borderline illegal.

However, he agreed with his old teammates that the events of the past month were undeniably strange. The slaughter of a clan as exalted and treasured as the Uchiha would unquestionably motivate a fast investigation. Still, he would have expected the investigation to take longer than six days.

The collection of evidence alone should have taken two weeks – maybe a week if all of the morgue technicians and investigative staff were involved and working around the clock. However, with new incoming cases, some commissioned by daimyos, occupying the attention of the investigative team, that type of total dedication to a single case should have been impossible. Additionally, working around the clock was generally discouraged since it often led to mistakes and misfiled reports. Not to mention, he doubted some of the equipment could handle the strain of working for that long without rest.

The collection of evidence took three days. Processing took two. The announcement declaring the only member missing from the body count as the sole person responsible for the attack was released the next day.

Even though the teen blamed for the attack was only thirteen, Itachi's reputation had preceded him and few questioned the fast pronouncement of guilt.

He paused in the alcove and pretended to be preoccupied with reading the scroll in his hands as another clerk passed him. A moment later, he stepped out of the archives room and headed for the exit.

He would have been among the masses that accepted the report. The problem was that his words were referenced to support the conclusions listed in the official report. His words and the words of his friends had all been used to describe the whole massacre as an open and shut case of genius descending into insanity.

However, the report failed to address the issues that he knew he had raised within his own report; and after conferring with both of his friends, he knew he wasn't the only one whose concerns hadn't been addressed, or even mentioned, in the official records. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have been bothered enough to take action. There was always a chance that something had been discovered that couldn't be disclosed to the general public.

However, after learning about Chouza's scroll, he hadn't been able to shake the impulse to learn more. For one, Chouza's son was involved. As a friend and a father, he couldn't ignore his protective instincts to uncover the details and confirm whether or not there was a threat to his family and friends. Two, the scrolls simply reeked of intrigue that no civilian, Academy-student or not, should be able to produce. As a member of the Konoha Torture and Interrogation Force, it was against everything he had ever learned to even try to overlook the matter.

Anko had once joked with a lascivious grin that "poke and prod" should be their slogan, since none of them would, or rather could, stop when others would. He just hoped he wasn't prodding the wrong dragon.

Stepping onto Shikaku's porch, he knocked three times before letting himself in. As he stepped inside, he saw Yoshino tucking away a cleaver under her wheelchair.

One-legged or not, that woman scared him. Ignoring his greetings, Yoshino hollered at the staircase, "Shikaku, Inoichi's here! I'll be in the backyard."

In one practiced movement, she spun the chair to face Inoichi, "Dust your feet off before you step any further. Shikaku can't dust for shit and guest or no guest, I will come after you if I have to clean the floors." She paused and grinned fiercely, "After all, we're practically family, aren't we?"

With a nod and a smirk, she left him where he stood.

"Huh. Guess today's been a good day." Inoichi turned slowly to see Shikaku watching him with both arms draped lazily over the bannister.

"That was a good day?"

Shikaku grinned.

Shaking his head, Inoichi carefully tugged off his sandals. Inspecting his feet for any sign of dirt that he could have tracked in, he asked, "Is Chouza already in?"

"Mmhmm. Were you able to find the reports?"

Finishing dusting off his feet, Inoichi stepped onto the wood floors and made his way over to the staircase, "Yeah, here. I made a copy." So saying, he tossed the documents up.

"Did you learn anything new about the scrolls?" He followed Shikaku into the study and saw Chouza sitting at the desk.

Shikaku nodded absent mindedly, and waved a hand at Chouza to elaborate as he scanned the documents that he had been given.

Reaching behind him, Chouza took out the familiar two scrolls, "Remember how Kakashi had detected traces of ginger on these scrolls?"

Inoichi nodded.

Chouza grinned sheepishly, "Well, I think we overthought the problem."

Inoichi furrowed his brows, "Overthought?"

Chouza nodded, "What color is pickled ginger?"

Completely confused, Inoichi hesitantly answered, "Pink?"

Chouza nodded, "I'm not sure how he applied the ginger to the scroll, but if you brush vinegar over the surface, you get this." Chouza held up the unfurled document with both hands. On it, Inoichi could barely make out very faint pink lines underneath the inked "Ask Pakkun". The lines reminded him of the pink afterimages he'd see when he would try to read official documents right after staring at Gai's jumpsuit.

Chouza elaborated, "It's a bit faded now, but if you look carefully, you can make out the characters for 'oak beside female springs'. It took a while, but we found this buried under that oak."

Inoichi looked at the third scroll that was spread flat on the table, "You're kidding." An array of what appeared to be random characters was written at the center of the scroll.

Another riddle.

Chouza laughed, "Relax, Shikaku thinks he's solved the riddle."

At the sound of this name, Shikaku looked up. When he saw that he hadn't been called, he directed his attention to Inoichi, "Have you read this?"

Inoichi nodded with a twisted smile. For Chouza's benefit, he summarized, "The final report also omitted Kakashi and Maito's analyses; they were the first ones on scene. Although they both suspected an Uchiha killed the clan, Kakashi believes he saw wounds on the body destroyed in the fire that suggest that the presence of a second perpetrator. I suspect the two compared notes, because it seemed like Maito made an effort to point out a few other cases at the compound where it looked like the bodies could have been moved after their deaths."

Hearing this, Chouza looked at Shikaku, "What are your thoughts?" Curious as well, Inoichi turned to face Shikaku and leaned back against the desk.

Shikaku sighed and walked over to the desk. He placed the copied records in front of Chouza, "The only new detail that this account might provide is that the second attacker was not as involved as the first."

Grabbing a cushion, he waved off Chouza's attempt to give him the chair and took a seat on the ground, "Kakashi was careful to describe the two wounds he saw on the clan head and how he suspected that a mercy killing had taken place."

Inoichi frowned, "I thought he mentioned that he was basing his conjectures on a brief glance."

Shikaku nodded, "Right, but if you look carefully at his account, he later mentions that he had been using his sharingan."

Chouza leaned forward, "Why did he suspect a mercy killing?"

"There was less blood around the second wound centered over the heart than the first, centered over the stomach."

Chouza sat back with a look of revulsion, "Mikoto had the same wounds."

Shikaku nodded, "The issue is, if this was a mercy killing, it would make more sense for Itachi to be the second attacker suggested by both Kakashi and Gai's accounts. 'Attacker' may not even be the right word to use."

Recalling the protests of Kazuki that he had seen in Sasuke's memories, Inoichi felt his stomach began to knot. Grimacing as he started to see the implications of Shikaku's words, Inoichi started, "So the authorities are hiding the existence of the actual perpetrator with Itachi as a scapegoat?"

"The boy may have agreed."

Inoichi jerked back, "What? To killing his parents?"

Frustrated, Shikaku ran a hand over the top of his head, "No. I don't know. Possibly."

Inoichi gaped, "Why - ?"

"He is, was, ANBU." Shikaku rubbed his forehead, "He would know that leaving the scene would make him appear suspicious. Additionally, with his skills, it wouldn't have been too difficult for him to protest his innocence."

At this point, Chouza chimed in with a troubled look, "This… could also explain why Kazuki-kun was left alive."

Inoichi looked at Chouza, "Did Chouji ever say why Kazuki-kun thought something was going to happen to him?"

Chouza shook his head, "No. On that note, Shikaku, didn't you say you thought you'd determined the message behind the riddle?"

Shikaku stood up with a groan, "It really isn't much of a message - very similar to the previous scrolls." Reaching the desk, he leant over to grab a pen. Gesturing, he explained, "It's a standard cipher."

Sketching out lines on a separate piece of paper, he showed how the characters could be realigned.

Inoichi leaned over, curious, "Shattered vessels unite five nations to break the God-Tree."

"The Shinju," Shikaku corrected, "Also known as the Juubi."

"There's a Juubi? I thought the Kyuubi had the highest number of tails."

Shikaku shrugged, "Anko-san had recognized the name."

Inoichi frowned, "You talked to Anko-san about this?"

"She saw me playing around with the words. Speaking of," Shikaku leant over the scroll again and circled the first lines of words that had been cast to the side by the cipher.

Chouza laughed, "A play on homophones?"

Right beside the characters that sounded like a certain village elder's name were five numbers: 1, 8, 7, 8, and 2. Inoichi sounded out the characters, "Dan-zo-i-ya-na-ya-tsu; Danzo, unpleasant guy?" He glanced up, expecting to see a reluctant but triumphant smirk on Shikaku's face.

"What's wrong?"

Shikaku glanced at him with raised eyebrows.

Gesturing vaguely at his face, Inoichi explained, "You looked troubled. Do you have something else you want to share?"

Shikaku twisted his mouth for a moment as he thought before shaking his head slowly.

"Spit it out."

Shikaku looked up.

Going with his instinct, Inoichi crossed his arms, "You want me to look into the boy's head, don't you?"

Holding his gaze, Shikaku replied, "He's recovered enough for it to be safe."

-0-

Urgency clawed the back of his throat. Sasuke. Needtofind-havetomove-can't – Sasuke

Sasuke

SASUKE. He could feel the ends of his fingers tingling even as the pressure in his head built with his growing desperation to MOVE.

He sat up with a gurgled shout, "SA-Ghackack". He was coughing even as he mouthed the first syllable. As he shook with the coughs, a sharp pain in his left shoulder bloomed. Shutting his eyes (when were they open?), he collapsed back onto the bed, turned to his right side, and drew his body into a tight curl.

Gradually, the pain faded even as the coughs continued. Where was he?

' WHAT'S GOING ON?'

Right, Naruto had pulled through with the summoning, just as –

' Who are you?" A blurred sight of two moonlit tear tracks.

–he had been pinned by Itachi. His coughs eased, leaving him to gasp in shallow breaths.

He had knelt in his mother's blood. Sasuke was on the ground. He had said goodbye.

Four years of preparation.

Had he … failed? "Sa…suke."

He opened his eyes.

"He's fine."

He stiffened. But before he could protest, he found himself being gently maneuvered into a sitting position. A paper cup was pressed against his lips, causing him to instinctively take the object in his face with his right hand. Seeing the crushed ice at the bottom of the cup, he quickly tilted the cup back and immediately felt cool relief in his dry mouth.

Lowering the cup, ready to thank the nurse, he was caught by surprise at the sight of a familiar face.

Dad...?

The man was wearing a ragged deer skin vest that he hadn't seen for years (since the Fourth World War) over the standard issue green flak jacket. He remembered how soft the vest had felt against his fingertips.

How long had it been? The laugh lines were fainter; his hairline, lower.

For a moment, all he could remember was the touch of Ino's father's mind against his own.

I'm proud of you… Shikamaru.

But…

this wasn't his dad, and this wasn't his father.

And yet he was more of a father than his own had ever been. His own father had bled out on the floor of his own home. His dad was back (and maybe he could fix everything again) but gone againat the same time.

He didn't realize he had been inching away until he hit the bars bordering the head of the bed. He didn't realize the words were tumbling out of his own mouth until he heard them, "Who are you?"

As the man's concerned expression registered, he realized that his breathing had been getting faster. Ducking his head, he let his hair fall around to frame his face, hiding his expression from the man. He blinked rapidly, and for a moment, it felt like reality had reasserted itself again.

Then the man spoke, "You don't know?"

He pressed himself harder against the metal bar, letting the pain in his shoulder ground him from the achingly familiar sound of the man's voice. Keeping his head down, he jerkily shook his head.

He heard the man lean away.

"I'm a friend of Chouji's father – Nara Shikaku."

He held himself in that position, tense. He could almost feel what he imagined would be an expectant stare weighing down on the back of his head. What do I say? Why was he here? (Could he makeeverythingalright? Maybeitwasalljustabaddream)-.

The sharp clack of wood on wood interrupted his inner thoughts. He looked up. The man was sitting a short distance from his bed at a small collapsible metal table, playing what appeared to be a game of shogi by himself.

He waited for the man to say something. But as minutes passed, when Shikaku just continued to snap pieces onto the board, he felt himself gradually uncurl. Releasing his hold over his knees, he grabbed his left arm to hold it in place, as he leant closer to the side of the bed.

Despite himself, his fingers itched to hold a shogi piece once more across the board from his dad-no, across from Shikaku.

His swallow was nearly audible in the silence, causing him to finally study his surroundings. Curtains partitioned off the area and provided an illusory sense of privacy. Had the hospital changed the color of the curtains since the last time he had been here?

Reminded of the last time he had woken in a cordoned off section, he glanced around for a calendar. When he saw nothing on the wall, he turned to study his guest with trepidation, but the man just continued to study the board in front of him.

"What's the date?"

Without looking up, Shikaku replied, "You've been asleep for a month."

A month?! He supposed he should have expected that. It had just been instinct to respond to Itachi's mangekyou with his own. What had happened to Itachi?

Could he ask? Did he want the answer?

He watched as his dad moved the pawn forward, forming a familiar formation.

He knew the answer.

He just didn't know what to do.

Four years.

He had been trying for four years and it ended like this.

"Do you know how to play?"

Do I know how to play? He recalled a sleepless night, sitting in front of the moonlit board, going through strategy after strategy, determined to take down the sadist that had killed his sensei.

Unlike now, he had Hidan to target. Unlike now, he had been desperately trying to prevent his family from dying.

It felt like his strings had been cut. Who was his target now? How did he avenge his family? How did he get his home back? Moreover…

.

…who was he?

.

Why did he have these memories (if nothing would change?!)?

.

He shunted his thoughts to the side. Going into hysterics would be pointless, useless, and completely counterproductive (towhat? What was left?). He'd been asked a question. Inching further to the side of the bed to better study the board, he collected his thoughts.

"What if you knew your opponent was going to dismantle your Mino castle by taking your rook?"

He watched the man carefully, but the adult still didn't look up, "I'd move my rook."

Checking the board, Kazuki plotted the moves that the man could take, "What if… you knew that your opponent was aware of your plans to sacrifice your pawn to save your rook in the next five turns?" What am I saying…?

At this question, Shikaku finally looked up. With a considering expression, the man answered, "My plans would change of course."

"So then, your opponent's knowledge would be useless."

"Considering it would be outdated, then yes. Perhaps."

Despite his nerves under those familiar set of black eyes, Kazuki yawned and immediately winced again. Why wasn't he on the good drugs?

"I should let you rest."

He looked up when he heard the metal chair scrape against the floor as Shikaku stood. What was he thinking?

Blinking away the sudden wave of fatigue, he stared up at the older man. He wasn't sure what the man saw in his expression, but the blank mask softened the slightest bit as the man's lips upturned the slightest degree.

"I'll visit you some other time."

What? Kazuki managed to croak out, "Sorry?" But by then, Shikaku was already exiting the door with a disturbingly thoughtful expression on his face.

-0-

Shikaku stared absentmindedly at the array of baked goods on display. He had meant to ask about the scrolls and the snippets of mishmashed memories Inoichi had seen. But he had been caught off guard by the boy's appearance and mannerisms. Pale skin and dark eyes, fingers curled into the off-white hospital sheets.

Something about the boy reminded him of Yoshino – after the miscarriage.

Stepping forward, he selected a few of the buns on the shelves and walked over to the register to pay.

Initially, experience with traumatized civilians had kept him quiet, to allow the boy time to adjust to his presence. He hadn't expected to attract the child's attention when he passed the time by playing shogi against himself, or for the child to pick apart the strategies he had been idly employing.

He didn't miss how the boy seemed to be asking questions that were more than just about shogi. Though he wanted to stay longer, the boy's yawn reminded him that he was already going to be late for dinner.

He hoped Yoshino would like the custard buns.

-0-

Kazuki didn't know how long he sat there, staring at the door in bewilderment. Eventually, he turned his attention to the shogi board that had been abandoned. Carefully, to avoid unbalancing himself, Kazuki reached out to pick up the "king" piece.

He cradled the piece in one hand for a moment when he heard two knocks. Before he could answer, the door opened and a teenaged boy entered the room with a clipboard held in front of him, "Excuse me."

Kazuki narrowed his eyes. The teenager appeared young, as if he had just graduated from the Academy. His headplate rested against his forehead, keeping silver hair pulled back from black wire frame glasses.

He looked like a younger version of the Kabuto he had met during his Chuunin Exam.

Kazuki barely managed to disguise his recoil as stretch. Still, his movement had caused the sheets to audibly shift, which grabbed the attention of his visitor.

"Oh, you're awake."

He snapped his eyes to meet a pair of friendly black eyes.

Shit.


A/N Cont: Heh, hope Shikaku made sense. I don't play shogi, everything I know is from Wikipedia.

Conception Notes:
A Step Before Four: Ok, it was lame; I felt like the play on words would be something Orochimaru would do to needle Danzo and remind Danzo of who he was working with. I get the feeling Danzo would be pretty condescending to Orochimaru because of Orochimaru's missing-nin status. Anyway, the name is a reference to the number 3, or his title as a sannin (san-nin; three ninjas). It's also a play on the word four, which sounds similar to death in Japanese– since Orochimaru wants to be immortal and everything. I realize, the name could also sound like he's about to die, but given that a person could argue the same thing about "Voldemort", I don't feel too badly about it XD
Kazuki: So the whole deal with the scrolls actually only occurred to me as I was trying to figure out how the massacre could be systematically addressed. I realized that if the massacre got to the mitigation stage, there was a good chance that Kazuki would have thought about his own chances of surviving. So then the question then became, would Kazuki leave behind a final note? I figured he'd feel obligated to do something instead of, "Screw it, I'm dead, it doesn't matter." The problem was, what kind of message could he leave behind? His knowledge of the future was a tenuous thing since he's never heard of anyone like him, his very existence as an Uchiha implies that his knowledge might be flawed, and the chance of his message falling into the wrong hands. Anyway, hopefully that hints towards why he had directed them to three scrolls and still kept everything vague.
Trying to figure out his reaction upon waking was difficult. I figured he'd fixate on Sasuke initially since that was his last thought before he fell unconscious. I'm basing his reaction on that 'Team Ten' episode, the time after his first leadership role, and well, by throwing some more curveballs at him… I admit, I flipped flopped a lot and changed the scene with what Shikaku knew and didn't know several times. Kabuto just kinda jumped in there – so I already have a detailed outline for that scene/the next chapter.


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