NARUTO GENERATION Z

by GreatMarta.of.the.past

currently being rewritten as Redemption

14. To be or not to be

NOTE: GEEEEEZ. Once again, shorter chapter. It seems like what I originally planned to be one chapter will be three or four chapters. Weird, isn't it? But anyway, I guess this option is better for you. You don't have to wait that long. This chapter is senseless and sucks, but Nevermind. Try to enjoy it anyway.

Dragon Man 180 – Yes, Itachi sure needs this.

About Kisame: soon you shall know. But I may assure you: wherever he is, he is having fun . Heh, that's the most mysterious thing in my fic so on! Where is Kisame? Hahahah! (IGM: I bet you don't know it yourself, do you?) Of course I know. I am almighty writer of this fic and I know everything.

Jinky-Kurapica – I'm glad you're glad. Well, it was early January. I know it's long, I know how nervous are people who wait for the next chapter, but on the end of the previous chapter I told you not expect it sooner than in March. Sorry for being a cliffhanger.

About Neji (ekhemyourfatherekhem) fighting Itachi (ekhemyouruncleekhem), let me quote Kouji,Heh... Where is this world going to... Everything has to be solved by violence...". Well, fight is not impossible, but knowing Itachi (ehemyouruncleehem) he won't consider Neji (ehemyourfatherehem) as a worthy opponent, so there'll rather be no fight.

,NARUTO GENERATION Z" by GreatMarta

Episode 14 –To be or not to be

–How can I help you? –asked the waiter, seeing two new guests.

–Curry with cheese ramen for me. –ordered Kitoro.

–The same for me. –added Ideo.

–Five minutes. –announced the waiter and went to take care of the order. The two were left alone. Absolutely alone. Ideo was starting to get nervous. Her presence was making him shy, and now he was right next to her with nobody else around. Okay, Ideo, don't panic. Just talk to her. It's not so difficult. Speak.

–So, you like curry with cheese ramen? –Kitoro started the conversation and cured Ideo's panic. Thanks God, she was quite a talkative person. A real spirit of the company (a polish phrase meaning a person who keeps the atmosphere on the parties good). That would be very helpful for the Uchiha boy.

–Oh yes, I do. I like spicy food in general. –he admitted.

–Yeah, me too. I hate when the food is insipid. Eating should be pleasure, and what's the pleasure when there's no spirit in food? I always say: the food is the body, but the sauces are the spirit. Wouldn't you agree, Ideo?

–You're absolutely right. There's no good food without good sauces. Thanks God, my mom likes to do experiments and she uses lots of different sauces. –Ideo was feeling more and more confident. The conversation was on and it was going good. He was afraid that he'll have no topic to talk about with Kitoro, but now he knew it was pointless. Afterall, everything can be a good topic, even food.

–You're lucky.

–Not always. She sometimes cooks something, that is uneatable. I'll never forget her fishy pancakes. –the boy giggled at the memory.

–Fishy pancakes? –Kitoro got interested.

–Yeah. Not only they smelled like a fish but they tasted like a fish too. –Kitoro laughed at this.

–Oh, poor you. Fishy pancakes (giggles)… hold me (laugh). –her laugh made Ideo laugh as well. Yeah, how funny bad memories turn out to be the funniest ones. But is it always? Ideo wondered, if Kitoro still remembers that day. For him, it was the day when he understood what is power about. But he also made her see himself as a cruel bastard. Does she still thinks of him in bad way? She doesn't seem to. But if she is just pretending to?

–Here's your ramen. –the waiter placed the two bowls in front of our friends. Kitoro immediately took care of her bowl.

–Man, that sure was long. Itadakimasu. –she said and started to eat.

–Itadakimasu. –Ideo started to eat as well. He indeed loved spicy food. It was like a fire in the throat. A fire, that burned inside his stomach. Cause, as we all know very well, fire was the speciality of the Uchiha clan. Fire was power. It could bring everything down. It was uncontrollable. Which Ideo was about to learn. But, let's don't forestall the facts.

–By the way, Kitoro-chan. How is it been going lately? –asked Ideo between the slurps.

–Oh, not that bad. I made a decision, that will have a huge meaning for the future of my clan. –answered Kitoro in as airily, as if her decision didn't have any meaning afterall.

–Oh, really? What is it? –he got curious.

–Nothing much. I gave up my rights for the leadership. –that was the last thing Ideo expected to hear.

–What?

–That what I said. I've been thinking about it for a very long time, and I decided Iruka would make a better leader than I would. I think it's the best I can to for my clan. –she explained. He couldn't believe this. Yes, Kitoro has been saying that she is considering giving up her rights, but he would never think she could really do this. Oh no. He can't let this happen. He must make her believe in herself. He must.

–Kitoro-chan, this is not truth. Your brother wouldn't make a better leader than you. You are not doing good leaving your clan to him, while you could fulfill a leader's duties so much better.

–Heh. You are being nice, Ideo, but it is you who is wrong, not me. Ask anyone if Iruka would be a better leader than me and everybody will tell you he would.

–If somebody would ask me, I would say he wouldn't. It is you who had been taught and trained to become the head of the Hyuuga, not him. Besides, you have lots of leader skills. You have talent. You really should think about it.

–I told you I was thinking about it for a long time. I have no leader skills, Ideo. I'm just a prankster, who hates being responsible for anything. I would ruin my clan. I tell you, if I wouldn't give my rights up, I would regret that in future.

–No, Kitoro-chan. You are far more than just a prankster. You are a genius. Who else but a genius would fool all of the Academy teachers and let us kids have the whole building just for us?

–Yeah, that's nothing. I simply made one Bushin, went to the teachers' room with it, we did Sexy-no-Jutsu in versions for both genders, tied the teachers up, treated them with some medic sleeping gas which I sto… umh, borrowed from my mother, and that's it. Nothing so special. Any fool could do it.

–Well, okay, but not any fool could change such heartless bastard like me. Kitoro-chan, it is you, who made me realize how foolish I was. It is you, whom I own who I am now. You taught me what power is. You taught me what being a true leader is. Kitoro-chan, there are not so many good leaders in this worlds. It happens very rarely that a person with a potential to be a leader is born to be one. You are that kind of person, you are gifted. If you waste this chance, you will regret it in the future. And your clan will regret it. You are the right person on the right place. You must believe in yourself. –he kept on trying to make her change her mind. Kitoro did listen to him carefully, but she didn't seem to believe in his words. She was absolutely sure what she's doing is right. And she was surprised that anyone could think it isn't. Everybody could admit she is not suitable for becoming a leader. Accept for him. But what's one person comparing to the whole village? He sounds so sure. So inspiring. Waking up her potentials, which she kept hidden as deep as possible. It wasn't that she has no skills for being a leader. She had them. But she kept on hiding them, covering them with pulling pranks. She can't be a leader. Why? She kept on saying it's because she thinks Iruka would be better on this job. But her main reason was different. She was afraid. She didn't want to be responsible for the cruelty of her clan. She couldn't imagine herself torturing the Branch House members. No. No way. She could remember.

SLASHBACK

–Reika! Reika-chan! –little Kitoro yelled, as only her friend and her parents appeared. Of all the guests, they were the ones she awaited the most. It was her birthday. Very boring birthday. Her grandfather made a party at the Hyuuga Main household. A very boring party. Very official. With lots of boring adult Hyuugas in kimonos, talking about things Kitoro didn't understand. That wasn't exactly the way she would like to celebrate her birthday. Her mother explained to her, that the birthday of a heiress is an important event for the clan, and they have to celebrate it in this official way, but she didn't like that. Fortunately, there were some children around to play with. She had her little brother Iruka and cousin Mariko. But most of all, she had Reika. Her best friend.

–How good to see you!

–Good to see you too. Happy birthday Kitoro-chan. –the two girls hugged each other. Kitoro was overjoyed. She didn't notice concern on Reika's parents' faces. Neither did she notice concern on her own parents' faces.

–Come, I want to show you something! –not waiting from wishes from Neji and Hiana, Kitoro immediately dragged Reika aside. Away from all those firm, serious adults. It was a friend-friend thing.

–What is it, Kitoro-chan? –asked Reika, when they got away enough. Kitoro showed her two neck chains. There was a coin with engraved bird on each. A pigeon, to be exact.

–Wow. What is this?

–Those are the pigeons of friendship. I've got them from my mom as a birthday gift. She told me to keep one and give another one to a friend. And as long as we wear them, we are friends and our friendship is undestroyable. Come on, take one! –Kitoro encouraged Reika. Reika looked at the pigeons. They were beautiful. They must've been engraved by a very gifted person. So shiny. Seemed to be made gold. And they were a crest of friendship. She was chosen by Kitoro to share that kind of special friendship with her. That was really stirring.

–Heh. Thank you, Kitoro-chan. I will never take it of. –said Reika, taking one of the pigeons from her friend and putting it on. Kitoro followed her example and put her pigeon on.

–Right! We are best friends forever and more! And nothing's gonna break it! –assured Kitoro. But her grandfather had other plans. He was looking in the direction of the two girls with a very serious look on his face. This alarmed Neji. Can this be it? No. It's too early. For sure.

–Well, Neji. –the head of the Hyuuga turned to his nephew. Neji felt fear. Calm down, calm down, it's alright, nothing's gonna happen. No.

–I'm going to borrow Reika for a while. –the judgement was passed. Neji felt his heart stops. Memories. Fears. He knew this will come. But now?

–Now? But Hiashi-sama, isn't this still too early? I mean, she is not even 4 yet.

–But she will be next month. Besides, who said four is the only age the seal can be carved in?

–Well, no one, but we could wait till Iruka-sama's third birthday. That's in five months. Isn't this a better time option?

–The decision is not up to you, Neji. Now or in five months, it's not a big difference. Your daughter is already ready to take it. Call her. –so now. Irrevocably. Gush, it's too early. Still too early. Neji felt pity for his little daughter. He wished she didn't have to get through this. He hoped she will be given half a year more to enjoy her careless childhood and freedom. But, afterall, she has never been free at all. She was born as a Branch House member. To protect the blood of the Hyuuga. It was decided at the very beginning. It was decided even before she was born. It was unavoidable. Loosing faith in making Hiashi change his decision, Neji sighed and was about to call his daughter, but he didn't have to. She was already here.

–Ka-chan! To-chan! Look! –she called, showing the gift from Kitoro to Hiana and Neji. Hiana did her best to smile. She heard what Hiashi said and knew what it means.

–Oh. It's beautiful.

–Isn't it? I've got it from Kitoro-chan!

–From now on, you are supposed to call my granddaughter ,Kitoro-sama". –Hiashi cut in seriously. Little Reika didn't understand. She looked at the Hyuuga leader with confusion. He sighed. Darn, why do all those children have to be so darn cute? It makes sealing them difficult. Hiashi would never admit it, but he had more and more problems with doing his job. But he couldn't retire yet. He was too afraid of leaving everything to Hinata. And Naruto. He was even afraid to think what might happen if they take the leading. It wasn't the right time yet. So, all he could do was to act like a tyrant and hang on. He couldn't let himself be weak. Somebody might have used it against him. No. He must not let this happen. He is responsible for the whole clan. He must do his job. Because nobody will do it for him. Not yet. Hinata is too kindhearted. Well, he should have paid more attention to her. But he won't repeat this mistake. He'll make sure the next in line, Kitoro, will be able to handle being the head of the clan. Definitely.

–Kitoro! –he called his granddaughter. Kitoro came immediately.

–Yes, grandpa? What is it? –she asked. He got right down to the business.

–Kitoro, you are four years old now, you're a big girl, and it's the time for you to understand your place. You are the first born child of my firstborn child, which makes you second person in line. One day, you are going to be the leader of our clan. Now, I'll show you one of your future duties. Watch carefully.

–Hai.

–Good. Reika, look at me. –both girls were beginning to feel unsure. What is Hiashi going to do? And how is it connected with them? They were about to learn. In a cruel way.

END SLASHBACK

She could remember. She could remember, how did her best friend was sealed right in front of her. She could remember, how afraid Reika was, after Hiashi tortured her parents, just to show. To show Reika, what power does the Main House have over Branch House. To show Kitoro, what being a head of the Hyuuga means. It took very long for Reika to start calling Kitoro ,Kitoro-chan" again, even in private. And it even longer for Kitoro to accept the cruel tradition. In fact, she never accepted it at all. And she would never imagine herself fulfilling such duties. Duties? Tortures. That's what it is. And she kept a grudge towards her grandfather. She begun to make him see her from her worst side. That's when her prank pulling started. The victim of the first prank was Hiashi himself. Kitoro painted a bird in the cage symbol on his forehead, while he was napping. It took him two weeks of intensive brushing and washing with many different gels and washing liquids to get rid of it. Branch House members were silently grateful for Kitoro for doing that. But it wasn't enough for her. She was trying to convince herself, that such cruel future is not necessary. She kept on running away from responsibilities and was acting like an idiot. But as she grew older, she realized there is nothing she can do to prevent it. Accept for giving up her rights. This meant framing her brother into the job, but she knew there is no other way. Even if her inner self wanted to prove, how great leader would she make. To prove, that she is more than just an irresponsible brat. To be respected. But the loyalty to her friends was stronger. Afterall, she and Reika are still wearing those pigeons of friendship. This matters. More than anything else. Besides, everybody fell for Kitoro's plan and believed she would ruin the Hyuuga clan once she becomes a leader. Everyone, accept Ideo.

–I do believe, Ideo. I believe I could be a good leader if I only wanted to. –she said, completely amazing him.

–So why are you doing this? –he kept on asking. No. She won't tell him. She won't tell anyone about her true reasonings for giving up her rights to the leadership. Her grandfather may find it out. And that she didn't want. So she must lie. In all ways, just not to admit what it is all about. To anyone. And to herself.

–Because it's easier this way. I don't want to be stuck in some office and do paper works. I don't want do deal with some business men. I don't want to be responsible for the cursed seals. I want to be free from any responsibilities. Being a leader is too difficult. I have a brother who I can frame into doing this job. So why should I worry? –so this was it. She was doing this because of laziness. Because she wanted to have easy life, according to the rule Hakuna Matata. No worries. Ideo felt huge disappoint. A great, painful disappoint. The girl who told him that putting yourself before your people is the worst mistake a leader can make was doing exactly that kind of mistake. She was betraying her own ideals. And what's the worst, she didn't feel guilty because of it. Could she forget? No. It wasn't it. It wasn't the Kitoro he knew. It wasn't her style. It must be something else. Something different. But what? Think, Ideo. You can find it out. If you only try. Suddenly, Ideo realized. It wasn't the responsibility she wanted to avoid.

SLASHBACK

Listen, Ideo. I will tell you, like a future leader to a future leader. According to you, power is fun. It's welfare. It makes everybody love you and respect you. But for me, power is something far different. It's responsibility. A leader is a person who makes decisions in the name of the clan. It's a person, who can't make mistakes. Because if he does, everybody will have to pay the price. In my clan, the leader lives under a pressure of keeping up cruel traditions of our ancestors. Traditions, he cannot change, for the sake of the ones that have lived before us. For the sake of the clan. And he is the person to be hated by everyone. Because nobody would love a tyrant, who is given the right to kill. A person, who focuses his power on terror. And that's what being a leader of the Hyuuga means. Please, think about it.

END SLASHBACK

–Because by doing so you show that you are a coward. –he said, making her choke with ramen.

–Excuse me? –she turned to him.

–A coward. Forgive me I say so, Kitoro-chan, but it's truth. It's not you hate responsibility. You are afraid. Afraid of being a bad leader. Afraid of letting everybody down. Afraid of being the one everybody will hate. I know you befriend Branch House members. It's for them you are giving up your rights. You don't want to be the one they'll have to fear. You don't want to loose your friends. Or am I wrong? –shock. Pure, deep shock. How could he know? How in the? No. He read in her like in an opened book. And now, when he saw fear in her eyes, he could be sure he's right.

–How… how do you know?

–Because I know you, Kitoro-chan. I know how kind-hearted you are and how do you feel about the rules of the Hyuuga. And believe me, leaving this job to someone else is not a solution. Iruka is more delicate than you. More emotional. He wouldn't survive under such pressure. He wouldn't make it. But you are strong. You know a lot about crimes and penalties, since you have been sentenced for vandalism so many times. And since you are so close with Branch House members, they would know you do understand them. I'm sure they are awaiting the day you'll become their leader. Because they know you are good and you would treat them fair. They trust you, Kitoro-chan. Don't throw their trust away. That's what a coward would do. But you are no coward. You are Uzumaki Kitoro. The blessing of the Hyuuga clan. –his words were drilling her heart. Waking the conscience up. And making it hurt. Making it's way through her whole body like a poison. She lowered her head. Ideo was right. How could she be so selfish? How could she be such a coward? How could she be so stupid? Stupid to believe she'll escape her problem by giving up. So simply. She should have known, that among the Hyuuga, nothing's simple. The Main House members may think of her as of an irresponsible brat. She doesn't care. But the Branch House members… They trust her. She is their hope. Hope that, the future will be better. How many times have Reika told her this? How many times have her Branch House cousins assured her they're proud of her and happy for having her as a future leader? And she was betraying their trust. Betraying her ideals. Betraying herself. When she was younger, she believed she will be able to make both Houses satisfied. But the older she grew, the more she doubted it. So she decided to give her right up. The easiest thing that was to do. Only cowards choose the easiest way. Cowards. She felt embarrassed. Embarrassed of her weakness. And of her foolishness.

–Ideo… I… I didn't… I just… I can't do this.

–You can. Of course you can.

–Why do you think so?

–Because no leader is worse than a one that puts himself before his people. –this sentence hit her like a thunder from the bright sky. No leader worse than the one that puts himself before his people? Gush, why does it makes her feel so strange? She've heard this before. But where?

–Who told you this? –she asked. So she forgot. Forgot her own words. But he wasn't going to point it out. This could be too much for her.

–One girl whose name was Uzumaki Kitoro. –he reminded her. Her eyes winded. She said this? She? But… Yes. She could remember. Those were her words. The words she said back then. How could she forget about it? God. Back then, she taught him what being a leader is. Now, it was his turn to teach her. Okay. Alright. Nothing happened. He's just paying his debt. An apprentice surpassed the teacher. How funny. She smiled.

–Ideo… thank you.

–No. I thank you. You taught me this in first place.

–But I forgot all about it. And you reminded me. Now I see how blind I was. And you opened my eyes. Thank you, Ideo. You are a real friend. –a real friend. Friend. Just a friend. Well. Rome wasn't built at once. Ideo answered with a smile. This is a very good beginning. He took his bowl and raised it.

–So, to the friendship?

–To the friendship. Bottoms up. –agreed Kitoro. She took her bowl raised it against Ideo's. They hit the bowls and finished the ramen. Yeah. Good and delicious beginning.

–Here's the bill. –said the waiter, placing a piece of paper in front of the two. Kitoro put her hand inside her pocket, in search for some coins, but before she could find them, she heard Ideo's voice.

–For the both of us. –and a sound of metal hitting the blade. He was paying for her as well? No way.

–What? But Ideo…

–No, Kitoro-chan. I invited you and I pay. Besides, a gentleman's pride wouldn't bare to let the woman pay for their meal. –after hearing this, she didn't argue anymore. Afterall, Ideo was Kai's brother. And Kai was always paying for both his teammates when they went out together. Although it was Kitoro, who had the biggest pocket money among the gang. Even knowing this, Kai would never let her or Reika pay. He always adduced gentleman's pride. And the fact Kitoro spends most of her money on pranks, so, afterall, he is the richest one among the gang. So, the only thing Kitoro and Reika could do was to let him pay. But they never let him give the tip.

–Fine. As you wish, gentleboy. But I give the tip.

–Oh no, I can't let this be, madmousel (or something like this).

–Come on, it's just a tip.

–I invited you.

–Listen, your gentleman's pride is one thing, but my woman's pride is other thing, and it doesn't allow me to burden you with paying for everything.

–Well… alright then. I shall accept your decision.

–Thanks. –so, Kitoro gave the tip. After the bill was settled, the two left the restaurant in good moods. That Ideo. He was smart. And he told her the truth straight into the face. Like a real friend. Kitoro smiled slightly to herself. Yes. He is definitely worth trust.

–Yeah, that's what I needed. We should talk with each other more often. –ascertained Kitoro. At first Ideo wasn't sure if she meant ramen or the talk, but the second sentence made it clear. So she enjoyed their time. Good. Very good. He didn't expect it would be this easy and nice. Not so scary as he thought it would be. He was so lucky.

–I definitely agree. You know, I know a nice bar on the outskirt of the bazaar. They have 25 different flavors of pizza to choose. We may go there next time.

–Sounds good. I like this deal.

–Then we have a deal.

–Yeah. You know, Ideo. I must say it: You are a very cool guy. –a very cool guy. She said he's a very cool guy. The most beautiful sentence he've ever heard. Too beautiful to be real.

–I really am? –he asked, doubting if it's really happening. Maybe it's just a dream? If it is, please let it go on forever. And if it's no, it's even better then.

–Sure you are. Didn't you know you and Kai were holding the two top positions of the popularity ranking (?) at the Academy? Even such ungirlish girl like me knows about it.

–Yeah, I've heard about it. He had the first rank, and I had the second rank. I was jealous about him, but the fact he had more troubles dealing with the fan girls was making me happy.

–You remember when I told you that you mustn't feel you're better than Kai?

–Of course I do. Great thanks for that.

–Well, the rule works in both directions. You mustn't feel you're worse than him. If you want to know my humble opinion, Kai was considered to be cooler just because most of girls from our year liked such dark, outsiderish types like him. If they were more fans of cool, smart, subtle types, you would be the one on the lead. –cool, smart, subtle. Ideo absorbed her words as if he was a sponge. She was thinking good of him. So good. Now he was absolutely sure: he is dreaming. There was no way for reality to be this good.

–And you, Kitoro-chan, what type do you like more: dark outsiderish or cool smart subtle? –he risked to ask this question. This was a difficult one for Kitoro. She ,umhed" and scratched her head in gesture of thinking. She have never thought about that. She have never thought of what type of boy does she like. She just found this whole Uchiha-obsession stupid and annoying. But now, when he asked, she had to say something.

–What type do I like? Well… I don't know myself… you… emh… I don't really… If I would have to choose… I think I choose answer B. But don't tell Kai, okay? You know, he's my teammate, he may… –the answer B. She chose answer B. SHE SAID SHE LIKES THE TYPES LIKE HIM. Now he knew he died and gone to heaven. It was a strange feeling. Like if a volcano had erupted inside of him. A waterfall of some unknown power he have never felt before. It was so weird. But he enjoyed this feeling. He enjoyed it so much. More than anything before. He prayed that the time could stop in this very second. To let him enjoy it for a little time more. He wondered, if it's the right moment to tell her about his feelings. Or maybe he should wait a little longer, to make sure she likes him back. Yes, that's what he'll do. It's safer this way. He can't ruin what he has achieved until now. He won't risk like this. He knows Kitoro thinks good of him and that's more than he expected to hear after first ,date". He have almost reached perfection. Almost, because he notice something worries Kitoro. She looks as if she saw a ghost. But why? What could've…? Oh no. Not this. No way. It's too early for this to happen. But if…? God, that would be the worst thing that could happen in such moment. Please, let it be not what I think it is, please, please, please. Ideo defeated his fear and looked in the direction Kitoro was looking… And he knew his life had ended………………………………………..

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–Geez, how pity Shigeru wasn't home. –sighed Iruka, heading towards the Hyuuga Main Household, where his parents were now, after he didn't find his friend home. He wanted to tell him about what happened at the Uchihas. About how his grandfather arranged an incursion on the Uchiha household. About how he learned that Kwan and Hro are half Uchihas half Hyuugas, and the woman who gave birth to them is a Branch House Hyuuga that escaped her destiny. About how the whole family stood up to Hiashi. About how the mothers of Hro, Kwan and Reika fought against Yamato's father and his brother. About how Madoka turned out to be a noble that is being hunted by a terrorist organization leaded by her stepbrother. So much to tell. And his best friend wasn't home. Surely his mother or sister or both of them framed him into some works again. As usual. Sighs. Perhaps he'll be able to tell Yamato. He should be in the Hyuuga Household Hospital Wing, since his father and uncle were lying there, damaged after the battle against Ryoka and Hiana. Yep, it was a great fight. No wonder Kwan is so good. Witch such a brilliant mother. Although father told Iruka, that Kwan's father, Itachi, is the one that holds the greatest power, Iruka still believed that genes only from the father couldn't have made a child so special. But Nevermind. What matters, is that they could stay in Konoha and be free from the cursed seal. Geez, Branch House members are gonna make this day their national festival. In honor of the first ever Branch House member allowed to live without the bird in the cage seal. This day will also be a national festival for Iruka. The day, that made him sure Hro and Kwan will stay in the village. Now he'll have a chance to get closer to Hro. But first, he must make her notice him. Perhaps the fact he is the grandson of the Hyuuga Main leader will bother her, but afterall, he took the Branch members' side during that event. He hoped she'll appreciate it. He hoped she will at least don't think of him as an enemy. Because that he wouldn't stand.

–Heh… this won't be easy. But nothing is easy in this world afterall. –he said to himself, as he was getting close to the bridge. The famous red bridge, team 7's meeting point. He had to cross it to get to his destination. He liked this bridge. It was a special place for his father. The place where he and his teammates spend thousands of hours waiting for their sensei Kakashi to appear. Iruka was thankful to his father that he called him his Academy teacher's name instead of his jounin teacher's name. He liked the name Iruka far better than Kakashi. And since he had blue hair (dark but still), the name that meant ,dolphin" was describing him better than the name meaning ,scarecrow" would ever do. But he never said it out loud. Kakashi might have heard it and feel sorry. And Iruka didn't like to make people feel sorry. It was exactly the other way round. He liked to comfort people. To help them get rid of their troubles. And he was good at it. However, even he wouldn't expect, whom will he have a chance to help today. The bridge was in his sight now. He could hear the water blow and silent bird chirping. At this time, there are no people around. Accept for one person. Iruka stopped. Somebody was sitting on the crash barrier. He couldn't see the face, because this person was covering it with her sleeve. But he could figure out it was a girl. It looked like she's crying. This sight Iruka couldn't stand. He decided to find out what happened and help the girl, as much as he'll be able to. He walked to her. As only his foot hit the floor of the bridge (?), the girl noticed the sound and turned her face at him. And he froze. Two different eyes were looking at him from the pale face.

–H… Hro? –he smothered. Oh God, he didn't recognize her at first. How could he? He could have notice. Not good, Iruka. You didn't cut a dash.

–Oh. It's you. –she said. Her voice was quite normal. No cracking. But she definitely was crying. Her face was wet and there were heats on her eyes. So something bothered her. But what? Iruka was about to find out.

–Yes, it's me. So… what happened? –he asked shyly.

–Why do you think something had to happen?

–You were crying.

–Do you have any problems with it? –her tone got a little nervous.

–No, I don't, but it seems like you have a problem. And you know, I thought… perhaps I could help you?

–Fuck of. –she drawled, making him feel ants on his backbone. She was scary. Hro isn't the type that will let somebody help her that easy. But Iruka isn't the type that will give up that easy. Not when the person he wants to help is this girl.

–Geez, Hro, why do you have such antipathy towards me? Is that because I'm from the Main House? –he asked, praying she won't tell his yes.

–No. It's not the antipathy. It's just… sighs… I don't want anyone to help me. –she doesn't want help? Is she like Madoka, thinking that it's just a mercy? Does she want to deal with her problems on her own? Or maybe she has complexes?

–Why? Do you think you don't deserve help? –this question hit her right in the heart.

SLASHBACK

–Hro-chan, where are we going? –asked the girl that was following Hro. Both of them were about ten years old. They were in some forest.

–Somewhere cool. I have a surprise for you there. –Hro told the other girl, not turning to her.

–Wow. What kind of? –asked Hro's comrade, getting excited.

–What kind of surprise would it be if I tell you? –Hro's response was a question.

–Oh, come on! Can't you at least give me a tip of what may this be? –pleased the brown eyed. Hro sighed.

–Well, Akemi-chan… this will be something special. Very special. With this gift, I'll show you my gratefulness for everything you've done for me. For everything I didn't deserve.

END SLASHBACK

–I… no… it's... You won't be able to help me anyway.

–And what if I will? –he smirked.

–You won't.

–You wanna bet? –he offered. Geez, this kid is stubborn. But if he offers a bet…

–Sure, why not. –yeap. Like mother, like daughter. Loves bets.

–Okay. If I will be able to help you, you'll have to do me a favor and other way round. Bet?

–Bet. –and they shock their hands. Iruka smiled to himself. The plan went well. Hro fell for his trap. And they say it's guys who let women manipulate them that easily.

–So, what's the problem? –alright. Now, when they had a bet, she has to tell him. Sighs. She doesn't like to share her sorrows with anyone but her brother and mother. But in this case, she can do an exception.

–Sighs. My father. You know, he is the older of the last remaining two from the old clan, which makes his our leader. Theoretically. Although I am the first born to him, and a theoretical heir to the Uchiha clan, I will never be allowed to rule our clan, just because I'm a girl. That's it.

–What? But women can be clan leaders. –Iruka was shocked. Could this be truth? Could Hro's father break the law of firstborn child's birthrights?

–But my father's ambition was to have a male heir. He chose Kwan over me. –so he could.

–Gush… what a jerk, pardon Hro. But… this is… he had no right to do such thing. –Iruka felt very pity for Hro. To be disgraced by an own father, just because of her gender. That's so humiliating. So unfair. So low. Beyond his notion of good taste. That was beating him. Hardly.

–He had. He is the clan leader. –sighed Hro.

–No, Hro. Even clan leaders have to obey the rules of their clans. If it weren't for this, there would be no cursed seals among the Hyuuga.

–Yeah, I'm about to believe you. –she said ironically. So she doesn't believe him. Alright. She has reasons not to believe. But he'll explain her the Main House point of view.

–You should. Main House consist of something more than just tyrants and cold hearted bastards. There are quite a lot believers of House emancipation among our Branch. But there's nothing they can do to change the rules created by our ancestors.

–Nothing they can do, or nothing they want to do? –a very good question. Right one. Iruka lowered his head. Because he had to admit, that Hro was right. But not completely at all.

–We need Branch House. We need protection. The Hyuuga clan fears of it's secrets to be stolen. That's why there has to be two Houses. But Hro, it's not like we just think of Branch House members as of second category people. They are our cousins. Our guardians. Protectors of the Hyuuga blood. They are necessary for the clan. We do realize of their importance. And although we can't remove the tradition of the bird in the cage seal, we do everything we can to make their fate a little better.

–For example? –she squinted at him suspiciously.

–Well, for example, my parents made my grandfather make the rules less strict. It's true, our Branch House cousins have to obey us, but not all of us are being taught how to activate the seal. In order to learn it, you must be over 18 and have the permission of the clan leader. Plus, in any situation different than being endangered by a Branch House member, only the leader is allowed to use the seal. So, as you see, the power we have over the Branch House is less scaring as it was a generation ago.

–Maybe it is. But still, it is a discrimination. And discrimination is something I hate more than anything. –Hro reminded Iruka of their main topic. And made him feel embarrassed. She was right. Who said her father had no rights to put her brother over her? Iruka. And who said the unfair treatment towards the Branch House can't be changed? Iruka. And is there any difference between discriminating women and discriminating the Branch House Hyuugas? No. Shame. Weakness. Miserable.

–Sighs. You are right, Hro. I have nothing to say in self protection. But being stuck in this, even at the better side, I know how do you feel. There may be nothing I can do in my clan's case, but I can assure you: you wait till my father learns what did your father do, and he'll definitely knock him off his perch. You'll get your birthrights back. No other way. –assured Iruka, trying to sound convincing. Hro's expression however didn't lighten. It just went more sorrowful. Iruka couldn't understand. How is it possible he can't cheer her up? What is wrong? Have he said something bad? Oh God, why is he hopeless against her? Why is it so?

–Iruka… fuck the power… I want to be respected and loved. I want the man who created me to acknowledge me as his child. I want my father to be proud of me. I want him to say,Hro, you don't even imagine how proud you make me. You have no idea, how precious you are for me. For me, you are special. And you'll always be. Because you are my daughter. My little sunshine."… hu… sob… but… this… sob… argh… bitch hell… –tears were beginning to appear in Hro's eyes again. The girl covered her face with her sleeve, drawling silently bad words. The sight was hurting Iruka's heart. Poor Hro. She just wants her father to appreciate her. She deserves to be appreciated. Everybody deserves this. She is not an exception. Sighs. About one thing, Zaratoped was right: there is no justice in this world.

–Ymh… A tissue? –Iruka took a tissue from his pocket and offered it to Hro. She turned to him and looked at him with such anger, that he felt his blood freezing. Such will of killing. There was just one thing that he could link it with: the sight of Orochimaru. He heard terrifying stories about him. And if they were true, you just needed to take a look at Orochimaru's eyes to imagine your own death. Were his eyes as scaring as Hro's? They must have been even worse. Because Iruka didn't imagine his own death. So Orochimaru's eyes were worse. How good Orochimaru is dead. How good, killing intent is leaving Hro's eyes. The girl took the tissue from Iruka's hand and used it.

–Hu… Thanks. –she said, giving the tissue back to him. He took it and smiled. It seemed like she's getting better, at least a little.

–You're welcome.

–And. Since you lost the bet…

–Not yet.

–You are not able to make my father change his mind. It means you lost.

–But my father…

–If your father would be able to, but I bet he won't, it would be your father, not you, so you would loose anyway. So, you lost the bet. –Hro made a good point. Iruka didn't think of that. She was right. She won. Okay then.

–Well… it seems you're right. So, what kind of favor do you want me to do?

–First: you've never seen me crying. –she said strictly.

–Done. –he smiled.

–Second: is there any quiet, isolated, nice place nobody visits, where I could train, around here? –she asked. And he knew. God, he knew a place like this. He could help her in this case. Geez, how lucky.

–I know a perfect place. It is quiet, isolated, nice, and practically nobody visits it. I'm sure you'll like it.

–Heh. Lead me then. –smirked Hro.

–With pleasure. Let's go. –and so, they went. Iruka couldn't believe his own luck. He had a chance to earn Hro's trust. A chance to make her notice him. He'll have to thank Ino and Aiko for framing Shigeru in shopping. If it weren't for them, he wouldn't meet Hro at the bridge. He wouldn't have a chance to talk to her. To comfort her. Yep. This definitely is his lucky day………………………………………...

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–Here we are! The best fishing place in the whole Country! –announced Madoka, as she and Kwan entered the fishing area. Kwan was impressed. The place was indeed beautiful. It was a valley in the mountains. Full of green and fresh. The trees were bending from the weight of sappy fruits, shining with all of the colors of the rainbow. The mist was flying to the air, from the place in which the torrent of the waterfall was hitting the water. The fish of all sizes were jumping happily, running on the water, like horses on the prairie. Everything was covered with the wonderful, pure smell of fresh air. Just after taking the first look, Kwan forgot all about Twinky.

–Wow. And you train here?

–Yep. By catching fish. It's quite difficult in such circumstances, you know, it's their place and they are very slippery… –Madoka stopped, seeing what her comrade is doing. He was taking his shirt of.

–Umh… Kwan, what are you doing? –she asked. She was starting to feel unsure.

–Undressing. It's not smart to go into the water in clothes. –he explained and unhooked his trousers. She looked aside, blushing.

–Uh… Right, but… aren't you embarrassed to undress in front of me?

–No, why? This is nothing so strange. Besides, I'm not taking everything off. You don't need to look aside. –he assured her. Madoka, still feeling unsure, turned her head and looked at him. Okay. It's not so scary. Right, it's okay. No need to worry. He stayed in boxers. Whole white. Without any weird markings or something. She scanned him. She had to admit, he looked quite good like this. Nice muscles, she thought and blushed a little.

–Where can I leave the clothes? –he asked, waking her from the daydreaming.

–Give them to me. I'll leave them with mine, I have a cubby hole in those bushes. I'll change there. –she took his clothes and headed towards the bushes. But she stopped suddenly. She reminded herself of a very important detail.

–One more thing. –she turned to her friend, with a strict expression.

–Don't you even try to peep on me with your byakugan. –she warned him. He laughed.

–Hey, don't confuse me with my sister. –that surprised Madoka.

–Your sister peeps on others? –she asked. Kwan's sister didn't seem to be a type to do such things.

–Yeah, she sometimes peeps on our parents, when they, you know, try to have some personal time together. But she never uses her byakugan to do it. She treats this as training her spying skills. But I don't think she's gonna do that anymore, since dad threaten her with his mangekyo sharingan. I tell you, she's really tough, nothing but the mangekyo sharingan is able to scare her.

–Really?

–Really really. She is afraid of absolutely nothing, none of the punishments work on her.

–Same as me. –smiled Madoka. She begun to understand what does Kwan liked about her. She reminds him of his sister.

–You're right. But not only this. You and Hro are very alike. You both are training maniacs, always improving your skills, always working hard, you both are 100 percent durawomen. –Kwan's words were making Madoka sure about her theory. Her friend was very excited talking about his sister. She must be a very important person for him. But… suddenly, a scurvy idea. How bout to test him?

–Yeah. Hey, Kwan-kun… In your opinion, who is more durawoman, me or your sister? –that Kwan didn't expect. He suddenly became very shy and worried. That was difficult for him.

–Ymh… Eh… Do I have to answer this? –he asked imploringly. Madoka smirked. She already knew his answer. But she wanted him to admit it.

–Yes. –she confirmed. Now, Kwanny, let's see will you have courage enough to say it.

–Well… Sighs… Don't get angry at me, Madoka-chan, but that would be my sister. I don't mean you're worse than her in any way, nothing like that, it's just… forgive me if I hurt you. –he was explaining himself to her, whole worried. She laughed at it. Yet, it was so funny.

–Hurt me? Neh. I wouldn't get angry at you for being truthful with me and don't sucking up. Really, I'm impressed.

–Thanks. You see, Hro is simply my guru, my idol, my greatest example to follow. Greater than my father, mother and uncle. It's been like this since I only remember. We've been very close from the very beginning. Even when I was still in mom's belly she was talking to me, singing, telling me stories. When I was crying at night, she was the first person to get up and check me. And so, I appreciated it. I didn't want to eat anything new, before she tried it first in front of me. Her name was the first word I learned to speak and my first ever logical sentence was ,I love you" and it was said to her. She's the most incredible person I know. She can do everything. She has no weak points. Her ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, everything is perfect. I wish I was as perfect as she is. I always wished I could match her. Maybe with your help I would be able to catch up to her. –Kwan was telling Madoka of his relationship with his sister with details. It seemed like he likes this topic. And that he truly idolizes Hro. Madoka smiled weakly. Kwan had a family he was devoted to with his heart. She thought of her own family. Of father, she never knew. Of mother, who she could tell about everything and who always had time for her. Of stepfather, who now was the greatest proof to her, that there is a good side in everyone and that everybody is able to change. Of two uncles. Of grandfather. Of clan brothers and sisters. And of the man, who she held dearest to her heart.

–Heh. Eh. Go and start the draught. –she ordered and went to change. Kwan's view was making her want to cry. Because he reminded her, how much she missed the times, when her brother was normal. When she and Takuya were like normal siblings. Cause although they weren't related by blood, although they didn't always understand each other, they shared a powerful sibling bond, as strong as the one Hro and Kwan shared……………………………………………………….

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–ARGH! I'm not gonna let you go that easily! –yelled Kwan to the huge fish he was holding. But the fish didn't want to listen. It was moving like crazy, nearly causing the boy to fall. Gush, this whole fishing thing was far more difficult than he thought. One second of inattention. That's enough for a fish to escape. It slipped from Kwan's grasp, hitting him with it's tail. That pissed Itachi's son off.

–You're gonna regret it, you soon to be my dinner! –he called, jumping after the fish and taking another attempt. He made it. He caught it. But it didn't feel like giving up to him. It moved violently, making Kwan loose balance. He was doing his best not to fall down. Which was difficult in such a torrent. The fish was slipping from his grasp again. Just s little more…

–Hold on! –Madoka joined the action. She helped Kwan, catching the fish from the other side. The fish got pissed of and moved even more. But now it was two versus one.

–Let's take it to the riverside! –decided Madoka. Kwan followed her orders. He was disappointed that he couldn't make it by himself, but he wasn't the type who feels offended when receiving help form a woman. Afterall, the one who was helping him during his whole life was a woman and he was used to it. But he felt some kind of anger now. Why? He couldn't tell. He thought he will be able to deal with the fish. He thought he could show Madoka, how wonderful he is. He wanted her to impress her. He didn't know why. He always thought it is stupid to act taught just to impress a woman. And now he wanted to do it himself. How weird. He wondered, if it is love already. But that he couldn't tell as well, because it was the first time for him to feel this way. Whatever it was, it was good.

–Just a little more… . –they have reached the riverside. The fish was still fighting with her whole might to break free. But it seemed like her fate has been decided.

–Okay! We made it! –yelled happy Kwan, feeling the dry ground underneath his feet.

–Fine! Then let's release it now! –ordered Madoka, surprising him utterly.

–Nani?

–Do what I say! It's no use in training if we catch just one fish, and there's no need to catch more than we are able to eat, so we have to release it and then start all over again! –she explained. He nodded. Yes, this was making sense. He didn't think of it this way.

–Well… Alright, boss! One…!

–Two…!

–Three! –and so, they threw the fish back to the water. It immediately swam away, jumping happily (the fish, not the water). Gush, it sure was tiring. Yeah, good training. It wasn't as easy as it seemed to be. Kwan felt huge respect for Madoka, who had power to train like this everyday.

–Huh… huh... So what, again? –asked Madoka, catching her breath.

–Yeah, abso… –he started, turning to her. And he gasped. Gasped in fear. And it wasn't because Madoka's swimming suit was so horrible. No. The skin on the left side of her chest looked frightening. It was red and damaged. It looked as if it was burned. A huge scar, running through the heart area, was the first thing that reached his eyes. Geez Christ. After two years, it still looked so bad? So it was. Madoka mentioned, that the wound never healed. Now Kwan knew, it was not only the wound on her heart. And he felt even more pity for his friend.

–It doesn't look good, I know. –admitted Madoka sadly, noticing he noticed. Kwan quickly rised his head.

–What? No, I didn't mean to, I just… pardon for staring at it. It's just… it's so sad.

–Sighs. I know. I can only be happy that it isn't in a place I usually show to others. But yes. It never healed. It looks terrible and it hurts. But it doesn't let me forget. Every time I feel it or look at it, I remind myself of my quest. I remind myself, what am I here for. Who for. Takuya. My dearest brother… Kwan-kun, I want you to know, that I appreciate your help. I appreciate you are here with me. It means very much to me.

–It means much for me too. –he said. She looked at him a little surprised. He was surprised too. By his own words. But after thinking of it, he had to admit he said the truth. He said what he truly felt.

Really? –asked Madoka, not sure if he was serious. He smiled and nodded.

Really really. –he admitted. This response made her lighten a little. She looked at him with a sight, that pierced right through his heart. He felt paralyzed. What a power those silver eyes had. More scaring, than white eyes. It was like a cement. Like a chain. But it was pleasant. He felt he's blushing under the force of her sight. And he liked that feeling. He smiled foolishly. And she smiled weakly.

–Arigato, Kwan-kun. So much arigato.

–Oh, it's nothing, Madoka-chan. Really nothing.

–It is far more, Kwan-kun. So much more. Yeah… and now, let's get back to work, before it gets too late!

–Hai! –and so, they jumped back to the river, and with the company of each other, they really felt like fish in the water……………...

Marta: Okay. I'm done for now. I hope this ,shorter chapters and more often updates system" will be good for you (IGM: You mean good for you, you review maniac!). Oh, cut it of. BTW, if you figured out (and I'm sure you did) what happened to Ideo: this is still suitable for 13 years old, right?