In which Danzo wins, Fuuko submits and she kills the Uchihas and Kakashi


She stares at the silhouette at the end of the room, feeling the multiple chakra presences at her back. Fuuko had guessed that things would have led to this.

"Danzo."

"Hatake Fuuko." His steps, echoed by the rapping of his cane, are meant to be intimidating, but she isn't scared.

Beneath the surface of her mask, the thin ripple of apathetic rises to the surface, enveloping her. Here, she isn't Hatake Fuuko or the lightning blade of Konoha. She is Wolf.

She flashes forward, her kodachi unsheathing in a movement too fast. A white blur in the shadows of the Root hallway. Danzo's cane blocks and breaks under the weight of her chakra infused blade.

"Are you going to kill me?" he brazenly asks despite the cold metal biting into the side of neck. His eye is calculative with an unveiled smugness. "You'll never get your precious Uchiha back if you kill me."

"I don't need you to find him."

Danzo tuts. "I never said about finding. I don't doubt a Hatake's tracking abilities. But we wouldn't want the precious Uchiha's spare to die, now would we?"

"What would Hokage-sama say if he knew?"

His lips stretches across his cold, scaly skin. "Are you planning to tell him that you killed all those loyal konoha shinobi too?"

"Under the light of your betrayal, I'm sure I would be pardoned. Regardless, I care not for my own self."

"Yes, just the little Uchiha, but if you kill me, that would be you killing Sasuke-chan too." He unwinds the bandage around his wrist to show a seal. Fuuko knows enough of Fuuinjutsu to know that it's a blood-linked explosive seal.

"No..."

"So you see." Danzo places his hands on his cane. A smirk, coy and triumphant tugs his face. He has won and he knows it. "You can't kill me and you can't get him."

Any leverage she has on him is gone. She is going to die and she can't even save Sasuke. Her hand drops to her side, her kodachi only held loosely between her limp grip.

"There, there. See I don't like to waste good things."

-/-/-/-

White.

Warm.

Where is she?

She puts a hand out and realises she can't move. Why can't she move? Why can't she anything but white? She screams, or tries to scream but she can't. Please, please, please. The words in her mind fades and her thoughts fade with a warm pulse shooting through her.

Sleepy.

She tries to hold onto her thoughts, hold on to staying awake. She tries so very hard. Still sleep wins and she drifts off.

She wakes again. How much time has passed since she fell asleep? There's no sense of time, there's no discomfort either. Just a feeling of safety and security surrounding her. Her fist can uncurl now, it's not much but it is something.

Who is she?

The question lingers in her mind and fades.

How had she come of here?

These questions aren't important, are they? She's safe now. She doesn't need to think. She don't need to ask herself hard questions anymore. They are of no…

...Of no consequence… She is safe if she just let's go.

If she let's go...

Her eyes fly open, her mind still slowing rebooting as she stares at the ceiling. Where is she? She turns, trying but failing to sit up, her body unconsciously reaching down to mold chakra that isn't present. Slate grey bricks line the way and chakra reinforced metal bars divide her from the masked guards.

What was that? Who is she? She pushes to spinning thoughts away, dragging words to the tip of her tongue.

"I am Fuuko. I am Hatake Fuuko." Is she? She stares at her hands, tracing each scar out with her fingertip, remembering each scar she got. How long had she been asleep? She opens her mouth, trying to find words to the feeling whelming up inside her. A shadow falls over her and startles her. "C-chicken?"

Chicken stares at her for several moments. His gloved hands coming up to remove his mask. A breach of protocol, the thought flits through her mind as he does so. His dark purple eyebrows knit a tight knot between his grey eyes. She knows this man, yet for reasons that she's unsure of, she can't put a finger on it.

If she's Hatake Fuuko then who's the other her?

"Hatake?" his tenor voice pitched lowly. Even though it's against protocol, the other guard can't seem to help but glance at her as well.

"Su… ba… ru?" she strings the likely sounds together. It sounds right.

"Yes. Subaru, the one with a twin brother." The man tilts his head to Crane. "I think we might need Fuu here."

"Shall I request for Yamanaka-sama? He had asked to call for him if they needed one."

She watches him stand, slipping his mask back on. "Probably a good idea. She's completely out of it."

(Trust. Trust me.)

It was white. White when she died. There was nothing but white. Was she dying or was she returning? Nothing made sense, not even the scars on her hands.

(Sleep.)

The voice seemingly rubbed circles on her chest and her eyes droops; heavier and heavier until she could no longer see Subaru.

-/-/-/-

Her body lifts and slashes her kodachi over and over again and no matter how much she screams for it to stop, she can't.

-/-/-/-

"You have to sleep," Genma says. Fuuko doesn't lift her eyes from Shisui's sleeping form, watching his chest rise and fall. It was a close call. Was this what happened in the anime? Shisui died in the forest from poisoning? It was Itachi, right? Itachi found him and he gave Itachi his other eye.

Shisui still lost his eye. She had pursued Danzo in hopes of getting it back and she failed. Had it not been for Susumu, she might have died. Oh god Susumu, Kakashi. How will she ever make up to them. Susumu died for her. She's never lost a ninken before. Is this how the Inuzukas feel when they lose their life-long partner?

Why is she so weak? Why isn't she capable of protecting her precious people? What is the point of knowing what is going to happen if she can't protect them?

"Fuuko…" Genma helps her out of the chair and guides her to the next room. "Raido and Sayami will guard him while you're sleeping, okay?"

He helps her into the bed, removing her shoes and tucking the blanket in.

Why isn't she stronger?

"Enough of that," Genma scolds her and sinks into the seat beside her bed. "You are not weak."

But she is.

"You are not."

Has she been speaking out loud instead?

Genma puts a hand on her forehead. "Yes you have and you're not weak. Man, I don't know how you do half the things you do. Remember the time I got poisoned and you carried me back to Konoha in two day with excessive use of your Denko Sekka? I don't any other ninja who could have compressed a week's trip into two days."

"I killed Kakashi."

-/-/-/-

Fuuko wakes up to spinning red eyes. She knows the question Shisui has yet to ask, it's the same question that everyone has asked her.

"I didn't do it-" Fuuko clutches her head. "I didn't do it because I wanted to!"

The searing heat of the seal on her tongue comes to life and she is forced to stop short. There are no words she can tell Itachi or Shisui that would convey the truth.

"I did it because I had to!" she roars and slams her hand angrily onto the wooden table, hard enough for it to crack.

"Why? Why did you have to kill my cousins? Why did you have to kill my father?"

"I had to because-" The seal locks her tongue again and Fuuko gives a cry of frustration. "I'm sorry, I had- had to keep S-"

She's tired. The words she wants to come out can't and she knows it looks bad in every angle. The betrayed look Itachi and Shisui gives her is enough. Fuuko made a promise, she kept it. Took the seal in exchange for Sasuke's, her freedom for Sasuke.

"Just leave me alone already! You hate me anyway,."

"Fuuko-" Shisui starts and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Leave!" Fuuko shrugs the hand off and turns away, cupping her face between hands, then she cries to herself as she hears their footsteps leave the room.

She kept it. Kept her promise. Even if they don't understand, she followed it through. "I kept my promise, I didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry-"


Notes:

This whole chunk is actually one of the plots that I had planned for BBHF. Where Kakashi's death was planned along with all the Uchihas, except Shisui, Itachi and Sasuke, dying. Of course, once I realised that Kakashi had to die for the plot to work, I kinda backpedalled really fast. Mostly because BBHF IS is about Kakashi and Fuuko's relationship.

You will notice that some of the conversations look familiar. This is because this is from the depository... well, I don't trash works. I try to reuse parts that I like into new scenes.

P.S: Personally, I'm not sure if Fuuko will ever end up with Shisui. I've gotten quite a few comments on Shiko(would this be a ship name?) ship and while I've no actual plans to make them end up together, considering how some of the writing just writes by itself, they might end up together in the end. Buttt I'm presuming that's gonna be a slow burn. Like a super slow burn. But ehhh, we'll see how that goes.