Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or even the idea of Jigoku Shoujo.
Story: At midnight, there is a rumor of a site that can only be accessed then and only if there is hatred and a need for revenge. Type in the name of your enemy and Jigoku Shoujo will send them to Hell. And Naruto will do so.
Set as an AU.
Spoilers: Hai, for both Jigoku Shoujo and Naruto.
Warnings: Violence, language, etc.
Pairings: I don't know. I don't really think it'll be the main part anyway.
A/n: Hell begins.
Jigoku Shoujo: Eikyuu no Sonzai
Chapter Fourteen: Rensa (Chain Reaction)
Naruto observed the woman, her three companions quietly beside her.
"Ojou…is she…" Sakura started hesitantly.
"You recognize her then?" Naruto murmured.
Sakura gazed sadly at the woman and nodded.
"Who is she?" Sasuke asked, while Kakashi sighed sorrowfully.
"Yamanaka Kourin," Naruto informed him. "The wife to Yamanaka Inoichi and mother to our Ino."
"Ojou…may I be the one to take this job?" Sakura asked hesitantly.
Naruto gazed at her before nodding. The other two nodded their assent as well and then Naruto was pulling the dazed woman into her red twilight world. There, Kourin's eyes widened at seeing all of them, shaking slightly at what she vaguely knew what was to come next.
"J-Jigoku…" Kourin couldn't finish, stuck on the idea of Hell. "…Naruto-sama…"
"Sakura," Naruto spoke quietly.
The girl flipped her sash and became a red straw doll, falling into Naruto's hands.
"Take this," she gave the woman the straw doll. "If you truly wish to eliminate your antagonist, you must pull the red string. He will be ferried immediately to Hell. However, once I have delivered the revenge, I must have you make restitution to me. When one person is cursed, two graves are dug. Your soul will also fall into Hell, forever wandering in pain and suffering. Well, that's after you die."
Kourin blinked back tears, staring at the straw doll.
To the three newbies, they knew this from the book, but it was different actually witnessing it…being a part of it…
"It hurts. Inside of me, there's this deep ache and I want to make it go away. I've tried everything, I tried to do whatever I could to make him happier. Why her…why her?"
"It is up to you now," Naruto murmured, transporting the woman back, red skies fading into a dark room.
"Ojou-sama, what do you want us to do now?" Kakashi looked to her.
"Sasuke, watch over her and Sakura. Kakashi, watch the target and investigate more into this," she directed them, before looking sadly into the skies.
She was left alone before she heard the soft padding of footsteps, an almost silent whoosh of a sliding door, and then quiet. She turned her head softly, watching Sasori gaze shyly at her from the door, eyes wide. Naruto gave him a fond smile and slowly walked to him, holding out her arms and waited for him. He clambered into her arms and wrapped his limbs around her, resting his head on her shoulder.
"I picked some fresh cherries earlier, Sasori-kun. Do you want to share some with me?" she asked softly.
"Hai, Ai-chan," his voice was just as soft, burying his face into her neck in comfort.
She found the basket full of cherries and took Sasori with her to the back of the cottage, the field of higanbana laid out before them. Still carrying him, she traveled farther into the field and lay down, laying him next to her. Setting the basket above their heads, they just watched the red skies together, taking a cherry from the basket every once and awhile.
A little later, Sasori was tugging at her kimono sleeve. She turned her head to look at him and Sasori's serious face was looking over to the side. The three caretakers of her home were at the cottage, watching them.
"Come, Sasori-kun. It's time to go back," she told him, getting up and picking him up with the basket.
He went back to wrapping his limbs around her, his head comfortably settled on her shoulder as he watched the quiet trio at the back entrance.
"Orochimaru, Hashirama, Tobirama," she nodded to each of them. "What news?"
"Civilians," Orochimaru sneered. "All of them ready to take out who they hate, now that they know Hell Correspondence is really real. The consequences of Hell don't seem to be computing with their minds."
"Hatred is a very toxic thing," Hashirama countered quietly. "It overrules everything in one's mind and heart, burns through their soul, and never lets go. A grudge cannot be released when the subject of the grudge continues to haunt them."
"You would think that grudge would still last after summoning Naru-Ai," Tobirama furrowed his eyebrows.
"I think it changes then because they're too busy with the prospect of facing Hell in death," Hashirama suggested to his brother.
"Either way, clients are clients," Naruto interrupted coolly. "There is no judgment, no interruption on our part, and no emotions. We must continue on."
"That's so depressing," Orochimaru muttered.
Though the two Hokage didn't speak up, they silently agreed with him.
They briefed her on all the new clients, all civilian villagers of Konohagakure, causing Naruto to actually express her unhappiness with the brief closing of her eyes in pain.
"I see…Tobi, Hashi, can you collect some higanbana from the back and put them around the house? It would be nice to have some decoration around the house. I think Sasori-kun would like it, wouldn't you?" she directed to the boy by her side.
He nodded quietly, hands clenching around the folds of the back of her kimono.
"Orochimaru, would you assist Kakashi in researching the target?"
All three nodded respectfully before disappearing, and she turned to the boy in her arms.
"Do you want to play marbles?"
And it was to this that the group came back to. Both of them were lying on their sides, parallel to each other, idly pushing marbles back and forth to each other or just around. Sasori had a sweet, if cooled, smile on his face, and Naruto was smiling softly, long strands of blonde hair splayed around her.
"Kawaii," Hashirama cheerfully noted to his brother, the two of them already setting around bouquets of spider lilies.
Sasuke and Kakashi eyed them uneasily, unused to seeing the two dead Hokage "alive" and interacting. Orochimaru merely ignored them all and went back to his wheel, just to spin it just as idly as the two in the living room. Sasuke and Kakashi gave their brief report and Naruto nodded, pushing herself up and inwardly sighing.
"Sasori-kun, you can stay out here and continue to play with the marbles. I must leave for awhile."
The red-headed child pouted but nodded, and Naruto let herself smile a bit. Those who knew that it was Akasuna no Sasori was a little weirded out by seeing him act that way, by since he was still a quiet and docile child, which would be freaky on normal children but oddly suiting to him, that fact was negated.
"It will be soon," she murmured cryptically. And then she led the way, walking the long green mile out of her home. When they saw Kourin again, she was stoically watching her husband, straw doll tightly gripped in her hand. Yamanaka Inoichi looked uncomfortable, the woman in front of him coming closer and murmuring how much she wanted him.
Before he could speak, Kourin pulled the string, eyes darkened in anger. He disappeared and the woman screamed. The Hell group left, taking care of Inoichi, and Kourin stepped out of her hiding place to face the woman.
"You-you bitch!" the woman screamed.
Out of her mind, Kourin took the carving knife hidden behind her back and swung –hitting the woman straight at the side of her head, embedding there and causing the woman to instantly die. Blood poured freely and Kourin blankly watched as the woman fell to the floor, the carving knife still held in her hand.
"I'll see you in Hell, Higurashi Aobi," she muttered.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Ino's voice sounded from the front just then.
"Inoichi, want to go out for a drink? Kourin, mind me borrowing him?" Nara Shikaku's voice lazily followed Ino's.
They came closer and looked on in horror at the scene, Kourin looking back at them with vacant eyes.
"M-Mom! What did you do? Where's Dad?" Ino screeched, flinging herself forward.
Shikaku grabbed her and hauled her back, pushing the girl behind him as he eyed Kourin warily, seeing the red string around her fingers that started to disappear slowly.
"Kourin…"
"Ino, let's join your daddy in Hell," Kourin murmured, her smile empty as she walked towards her frightened daughter.
Shikaku moved forward and intercepted her, struggling to get the carving knife away from her. Crazed and numb, Kourin was still a retired shinobi…and even retired, she was no slouch and had no trouble keeping a grip on her makeshift weapon.
But determined to keep Ino safe and part of him mourning and wanting revenge for Inoichi, he was able to move the carving knife away from himself and inch by inch turn it back on her, twisting her arms back before placing the knife against her neck and finally pressing hard and cutting into her neck. She gurgled the blood in her mouth a little bit, her eyes clearing and looking at him with pained but grateful eyes.
"T-thank you," she choked out.
Shikaku teared up and heaved a heavy breath, a bloody hand smoothing back her hair as she died in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he murmured lowly.
She died then and he gently laid her back on the floor. Ino was huddled against the door, hiding her face against it and refusing to watch the scene, crying uncontrollably to herself.
"Ino, let me take you back to my home. You can stay there for awhile…I'll sort this out, okay?" he told her softly.
She nodded and he led her away, heading home where he dropped her off with a vague explanation. Then he handled the matter privately, informing the Hokage of the whole truth that he'd managed to piece out and then forming a lie to tell to the public. The head of a clan doesn't just disappear and his wife is not a murderer. He wouldn't have Kourin's name stained and Ino to go through the ridicule and rumors viciously spread through the village, if the truth became known.
Though good-intentioned, his act of good will would unfortunately be turned against him.
Part of the reason for the lie was so that his wife wouldn't have to look at Kourin differently, that the image of the woman never be tainted in Yoshino's mind. The two had been very close friends, and it would have devastated her to know the truth.
But in doing so, his wife became suspicious. The blood stains she saw when he came home then, that she saw again when she did laundry, the vagueness of his explanation dropping Ino off and the vagueness in the lie to the public…
Yamanaka Inoichi and Kourin were out on vacation out of the village, so why had she overheard Ino muttering to Shikamaru about seeing Kourin dead and her husband the killer?
Angrily, she confronted him, trying to get to the truth without spilling that she knew. But Shikaku kept evading and at worse, lying to her. When Yoshino just admitted what she knew, he just looked at her with pained eyes and kept silent. In his refusal to tell her the truth, never wanting her hurt or to look at her best friend differently, he ended up suffering for it.
Yoshino contacted Jigoku Shoujo in revenge for her friend, on her husband who seemingly killed her without reason.
From there it became an irrational chain reaction.
Akimichi Chouza had known the truth of what happened, when Shikaku had brokenly confessed the truth to him one night when they were out drinking. Grieving for his lost friends and wanting to avenge a guiltless Shikaku, he had also contacted Jigoku Shoujo. No one expected of him and no one thought he was capable of it, but two of his best friends, friends who were like brothers to him, were gone and he was the last of the group.
He sent Yoshino to Hell regretfully.
Inuzuka Tsume had been very good friends with all of them, especially with the women. She was lost and not understanding what was happening. She didn't understand what had happened. What she did know was that Chouza had sent Yoshino to Hell, and she couldn't process that. Kind, sweet Chouza, who was a good person…Blinded by her own grief, for that of her friends and for the damaged image of a man she thought she knew, she sent Chouza to Hell.
Chouza's wife, Fuku, was horrified at all of this. She loved her husband very much and couldn't understand how Tsume could do this, especially as their friend. Her husband was gone and she knew he was a good man, who didn't deserve Hell as his fate. Her own grief and anger caused her to want revenge and then it was Tsume's turn to face Hell.
Even the children were not exempted from this cycle. That had been Kiba's mother and he loved her, no matter the whines and complaining he did. She was gone now and he had no mother there for him anymore. He missed her rough hair ruffles, the amusement in her smirk as she trained him with Akamaru, and the rare times she was gentle with him.
She had been his mother and he couldn't forgive Akimichi Fuku for taking his mother away from him.
The same could be said for Chouji, who loved both his parents and had lost them both in such a short amount of time and to the same group of people. If Chouza had been a good person, Chouji was just a sweet and kind boy with a good heart. He also couldn't understand how Kiba could do to him what had been done to himself. Kiba knew the pain of losing a parent and yet had taken the last of his. So he had also taken the path of revenge and sent who he thought had been his friend to Hell.
Out of team loyalty and unexpected friendship…and Hinata, who grieved from another close person lost to her…, as one of the few people who had accepted him as is, Aburame Shino was obligated to get revenge on Kiba's behalf. He knew Chouji was a kind person, who would usually never wish ill on anyone if he could help it. He knew that Chouji was also grieving for his parents and had lost them both to Kiba and his mother, and had had a right to his own revenge. But Kiba had been his teammate and Hinata had lost someone else, even still grieving for Hanabi.
It was with extreme regret he sent the other boy to Hell. At least, Chouji would be able to be with both of his parents in Hell together.
Sakura sniffed tearfully, watching her friend from her new home.
"Poor Ino," she murmured.
And God, all those people. People who she knew. It was strange and unfathomable that people she had known were capable of such acts, that they could be driven to revenge and be so consumed with hate. It felt stranger because she knew them. It was hard to understand how people could be like that before, but it was worse when she actually knew them.
"You know we're not supposed to express emotions for them," Sasuke leaned against a wooden pole.
She glared at him, wiping at her eyes. "I know that. And I don't regret my decision, if that's what you're implying. But it's harder when it's people you know, people you'd talked and had in your life. Ino was my best friend! And now she's suffering and I can't do anything about it. And look what's happened to the Rookie 9! The group's just a skeleton now."
Sasuke shuffled his feet indifferently, looking out into the red skies.
"It's different with me," he muttered, actually being honest and telling. It was especially odd since it was with her. Their Ojou, she would understand, but Sasuke never spoke to anyone else and especially not with her. "It's different because I never actually got close to any of them and kept myself distant…and uncaring. I had no attachments to any of those people, so it's harder for me to feel anything for them.
"I feel sad, of course. Sad and pitiable about their endings and what's happened, and of the spiraling down of our village and the people in it. I feel very sorrowful that this is what's become of the Leaf village and it's come to this. I regret everyone's suffering and wish things could be better. But that's all in a muted sort of way and the only living people I actually really care about are our Ojou, Itachi…and even Kakashi and you. When it comes to the rest of the world…my emotions are sort of deadened," he admitted.
She stared at him, unused to this Sasuke, but fascinated to see and hear him like this. It was very different from the usual uncaring, callous boy. She smirked weakly.
"Then I suppose this lifestyle fits you just fine."
There was a ping heard and they turned their heads, trying to see into the living room. Naruto appeared from a room, Sasori clinging adorably to her back and looking sleepy. She tilted her head and looked at the screen, and then she nodded and they got up and headed towards her. Kakashi appeared from somewhere in the back, where he'd been conversing with Hashirama and Tobirama, and the three of them were ready to follow.
"Sasori-kun, you must stay here," she told the child on her back, who reluctantly clambered off with an unhappy pout.
"Bai bai, Ai-chan. Let's get more cherries when you come back," the eerily intelligent young boy asked of her.
She smiled gently at him and then they were off.
"You're really fond of him, huh? You treat him differently from everyone else…make special allowances and stuff," Kakashi noted, looking back at the cottage they were leaving behind.
"Hai…Honne-Onna noted the same thing. I suppose Sasori is a bit…special," but she didn't elaborate and they had a feeling when it came to the Puppet Master, she probably never would.
When they reached their destination, Sakura bit back a horrified gasp, seeing Ino watching the screen with dead eyes. Her Ojou pulled the other blonde into the twilight world they'd just left behind and Ino looked at the group first in confusion and then lifelessly.
"I don't hate Shino," Ino murmured. "But I do hate. I have so much hate inside of me and I'm so angry right now. I hate that woman that wrecked my family's life…the one who had tried to seduce my dad and constantly harassed him, making the whole thing look like an affair and forcing my mom to do what she did. But Mom already killed her and I can't send her to Hell then.
"But Shino did send poor, sweet Chouji to Hell. He's my teammate and whatever I said before, I always did really care for him and was happy he had been on my team. Maybe I don't hate Shino, but the one I hate is dead already and at the same I can't forgive Shino for what he did to my team."
Naruto nodded and Sakura watched unhappily, two comforting hands placed against her back to steady and allay their support. She wanted to thank Kakashi and Sasuke, but she couldn't move.
"Sakura," Naruto turned to her.
Sakura nodded and turned into a straw doll, grateful that her Ojou had heeded her silent urge to need to be the one to do this job for Ino. Ino accepted the doll and heard her choices before being taken back to her room.
"Ne, Sakura…let's spend the night together like old times," Ino smiled brokenly at the red straw doll in her hands.
Sakura inwardly wept.
Over the next few days, Ino would take her around and even talk to her quietly when no one was looking. At night, she was placed on the pillow beside Ino's head, and Ino would whisper to her like they used to when they had been best friends.
Then, one day, Shikamaru tiredly dropped in for a visit.
"S-Shika," Ino muttered, weakly smiling.
"Hey, Ino. I just wanted to check up on you. You sure you want to stay here?" Shikamaru eyed her old home, the place where her father had been sent to Hell and her mother had gone insane and been killed. And where that woman had died as well…
"Yes, very sure," but she didn't sound so.
He was invited in and Ino got him a soda to drink, and his eyes roamed around the place. He stiffened up when he saw the red straw doll peeking out from where it was hidden under a pillow on the couch…where Ino had been talking to Sakura about the truth of what had been going on between her dad, that woman, and her mother.
He staggered over to it, pulling it out from its hiding place and gazing horrified at it.
"Shikamaru, you want something to eat? I think there's something around he –" Ino cut herself off when she saw what Shikamaru had found and was staring at. "Shika…"
"Ino, what are you doing with this?" he asked her miserably.
With a sudden burst of energy, Ino stormed over and grabbed it out of his hands, mentally apologizing to Sakura for the rough handling.
"It's for Chouji, can't you see that? Chouji deserves to have someone take revenge for him! What did he ever do to deserve being sent to Hell? He was our teammate, Shikamaru!"
"I know," Shikamaru surprisingly said, voice broken up and unsteady. He looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose, stopping any tears. "He was my best friend, Ino."
She quieted.
"Let me do it, Ino. You don't need to. Let me be the one who gets damned," Shikamaru looked back up at her, looking completely unlike his usual lazy self. "I'll do it. And at least I can keep Chouji company down there and be his friend, even in Hell. Please, I'm his friend; I already should have done this!"
He broke into sobs and Ino took him into her arms and held him tight, the both of them starting to cry and seek comfort from each other.
"Okay. Okay," she reluctantly agreed, repeating the word to calm Shikamaru down.
"Give it back to her," he mumbled. "Give it back, and Chouji won't be alone in the end."
"Okay."
That night, Ino said her goodbyes to Sakura, hugging the straw doll gently in comfort one last time before returning it. Shikamaru contacted Jigoku Shoujo afterwards at midnight and wasted no time pulling the string.
"Man, that's been intense," Kakashi uncomfortably scratched the back of his head.
"You're telling me," Sasuke muttered.
Sakura stayed quiet.
They, as well as rarely enough Orochimaru, Hashirama, and Tobirama, were standing on top of the Hokage Mountain, looking over the village as time reached the early hours of the morning. They winced when the peaceful image of Konohamaru, at least at that time, was replaced with utter chaos.
The night reigned black throughout the village, scattered buildings on fire and smoke drearily rising up and adding to the blackness of the atmosphere. There were screams and yells, crashes, and raucous but cruel laughter echoing in the air. The sound of glass shattering and a rare explosion somewhere sounded, adding to the chaos. Terror ran rampart through the village.
The cries of the people were left unheard and no help came.
Naruto walked towards them from the side, watching the chaos with dark eyes. Sasori was in her arms, clinging to her like usual, and also watching the ruin of the village with unreadable eyes.
"O-Ojou, is that…" Kakashi started.
Naruto glanced at him before turning to watch Konoha literally burning to the ground.
"It's a literal Hell," Sakura whimpered.
"I guess there really is such a thing as a Hell on Earth," Orochimaru spoke, but there was no bite. He watched, the hidden sadness and regret unseen to any but Hell Girl.
"This is what's to come," Hashirama spoke painfully, understanding now why he'd had such an ominous feeling before. He wanted to close his eyes and not see the destruction of his village, of his first home, but he didn't want to close his eyes to its pain either.
"You are correct," Naruto finally spoke.
"Then earlier…" Tobirama hesitantly started.
"Was not the end. It was merely the beginning," Naruto said of the mass Hell Sendings that were suddenly coming through.
"It's the second coming of Lovely Hills," Kakashi spat, glaring down at the village and feeling pain inside of him.
Naruto winced, showing that she was being affected by all this.
"It's the beginning," she continued solemnly. "And it will continue to get worse. All of it will to lead to what you see now…Konoha's end."
And yet there was an odd glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes as she gazed down on the illusion of the ruined village.
"You…You aren't completely bothered by this," Tobirama noted, taken aback.
She glanced at him. "…Konoha is built on cursed lands…on the very land my old village had been built on before I burned it to the ground. That is not something I will ever forget. Through the years, I may have been able to bear my ill feelings, enough to not try to burn Konoha down again and to even be capable to offer my services here and to Hashirama and Tobirama when you two were alive, even be unbothered by that fact and to feel nothing for this new village or its people, even when deep down my old village resounded and haunted its image above this 'new one'.
"Though subconsciously I still felt ill will towards this village built upon the land of the village whom had killed me, I had been able to suppress my emotions enough to not notice and not care. I became unfeeling about this place and had stopped thinking of it as a resurrection of my village. I'd even grown fond of the Third. And then the Yondaime Hokage came along."
Her icy blues narrowed and darkened at the village, icy blue turning a ranging stormy shade.
"I applaud his skill and his cunning. Even his audacity," she said softly, but it was a dangerous tone and all there listening shivered at hearing it. "But he was a fool. He dared to trick me and cheat his way out of Hell, the selfish and cowardly man. He may have been able to be successful sealing the Kyuubi in me, but he damned his village in return. Such arrogance has a price to pay and if he thought that there would not be consequences to his actions, then he was even more of a fool."
She turned from them and started to walk away, Sasori still watching with a blank face, though a brief smile flitted across his face. She said nothing more, though they understood. Her own hate was expressly forbidden by the Lord of Hell, so she could not convey her everlasting hatred without punishment. While she was able to be freer with her emotions, that had not been changed and she had to keep it quiet, if not completely hidden. But briefly at times, she rarely admitted to the existence of her hate and anger that had no respite.
Still, they knew though she had no direct part in Konoha's eventual fall, she would contentedly look on and watch with no remorse or sorrow.
"Divine retribution…righteous justice…or merely karma. In the end, Konoha deserves its fate. This is its comeuppance…its punishment for its own arrogance and of its Yondaime. It's earned its end and it's time to pay its dues. I will feel no guilt or shame watching its end quietly, and with a smile."
Her words trailed off into a haunting whisper, and they were left to stand stock still in the aftermath…the hellish Konoha fading back to the quiet one of the early morn.
Started 9/5/11 –Completed 9/6/11
A/n: The rapid and crazy mass of Hell Sendings is spiraling Konoha downwards even more. 'The second coming of Lovely Hills' (second season of Hell Girl (Futakomori)) really is happening.
Albatross Aoba: DO NOT CALL ME RACIST. I didn't name Naruto 'Enma Ai'. Enma Ai is from Jigoku Shoujo –an actual series, as I've stated. Who cares about the actual lore (which I already knew)? I'm using the freaking anime series. Complain to the animators or the creator about the name. They probably used it because character's name was Ai and then they made her Enma or something. But don't go around accusing people of being racist without corroboration. And just because the shinobi are capable of killing others, doesn't mean they should. Just because Kurenai can snap Hanabi's neck doesn't mean there won't be consequences. Hanabi is from a high-bred clan, Kurenai is a newbie jounin. Hell Sendings provide no evidence of someone being guilty. Etc. etc.
em: Thanks! Both shows are a hard fit to put together, but I really liked both of them and wanted to try it and try to do something different. Yeah, there was meant to be a slight KakaNaru hints here, but for now I decided to keep this platonic (and in the sequel, I had something else in mind). And yep, poor Tsunade. As for Team 7, I don't think they can be sent to Hell. I remember an episode in Mitsuganae where someone unknowingly tried to, and Ai just ignored it. As for Sakura, it wasn't so much as excitement in doing the job as being a part of it and mostly being closer to Naruto, as I'd very slowly tried to hint in previous chapters (not sure how obvious that was). Sasuke will eventually talk to Itachi, and Madara, Kabuto, Anko, and Iruka and everyone else will get to come in later on. I kind of hinted to the Lord of Hell's reasons, but it'll be clearer later on. I hope you like the sequel as well!
Client: Yamanaka Kourin
Target: Yamanaka Inoichi
Status: Fulfilled
Client: Nara Yoshino
Target: Nara Shikaku
Status: Fulfilled
Client: Akimichi Chouza
Target: Nara Yoshino
Status: Fulfilled
Client: Inuzuka Tsume
Target: Akimichi Chouza
Status: Fulfilled
Client: Akimichi Fuku
Target: Inuzuka Tsume
Status: Fulfilled
Client: Inuzuka Kiba
Target: Akimichi Fuku
Status: Fulfilled
Client: Akimichi Chouji
Target: Inuzuka Kiba
Status: Fulfilled
Client: Aburame Shino
Target: Akimichi Chouji
Status: Fulfilled
Client: Yamanaka Ino
Target: Aburame Shino
Status: Cancelled
Client: Nara Shikamaru
Target: Aburame Shino
Status: Fulfilled