A/N: I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR NO UPLOADING FOR A WHILE, SO I HAVE 3 CHAPTERS UPLOADING TODAY. THIS IS (1/3)
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She's being ridiculous. She takes some of her hair and tucks it behind her ear. Oh, but what if doing that makes her face look fat? She takes the hair out and fingers it to properly frame half of her face.
Why is she so awkward?
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Chapter 25: The help we don't want
Slowly, sunset eyes creak open to re-invite their master to reality.
Pain fades quickly into her senses... mostly in her joints though, for obvious reasons. Gosh... they're pulsing in her ears...
Yuyake half-exposes her eyes, the light not fully welcomed yet.
Cold... That's how she feels right now, at least towards her head. If she guesses, Yuya would say chilling packs are placed on her shoulder to deter swelling. Her arms feel like they've been shoved into slings, and her feet feel like they're stuffed into casts. Her legs also have been raised on top two mountains of pillows. Probably to relieve weight.
...
Where is she?
Young eyes slide around.
She couldn't really see anything besides the ceiling...
Turning her head to the left, she sees... a wall.
Well that is anticlimactic... What about the other side?
PULSE! PULSE!
There are people in the room with her.
How had she not noticed before?
She rolls her head that way and sees a room, not too big, there's counters and floor tile as well as some shiny metal objects that she can't really name. Though there is one she can name, and it's also the closest one to her: An IV. Looking down at her arm, Yuya sees she's not actually hooked up to it, though she should have known because the bag is empty and looks like it has been for a while.
Stretching her gaze further out, the chocolate heiress sees her fellow occupants. There are two, and they sit across each other like mirrors, displaying the same troubles but with different means of coping with it. One chooses to hide his physique, his body draped in a cloak like the mask man's and his face covered by a head dress, Yuyake can only tell he's tan by the sliver of flesh around his blood shot green eyes and the skin on his hands. He seems to have been slouching into a bingo book for a good catch.
The other exposes not only his face and silver hair, but also his chest as his cloak is open, his eyes are a dusty red and his weapon, a three blade scythe, is in his lap. He seems to have been meditating. But while they are opposites in many ways, they are also very similar. For example, they both sat cross legged, and they both had their heads turned towards little Yuyake.
. . .
"About goddamn time,"
It's the open one who breaks the silence. Not too long after, the covered up one puts up his book, getting to his feet and heading over to the ebony kunoichi. Instinctively, Yuyake tensed, but it's a mistake as her joints burn her in retribution.
Ow.
Yuyake aligns her eyes with the green ones of the man now towering over her, but he does not stare back. No, he is going over her body and assessing the damage, but judging by how quickly he does it, Yuyake believes he's done it before.
"Hurry up Kakkazu, we almost had the two tails." the silver haired vocalizes, but his words are like a downward gear shift. Yuayke can see the man over her, Kakkazu, slow in his check of her; he becomes more thorough in his search of injuries, even though his mind has clearly wandered.
"Your joints are swollen but properly set, they'll be sore for a few weeks," Kakkazu speaks behind his coverings. His hand reaches for her arm before he carefully raises the girl's palm to her face. In the center is a cut, probably from those rods, that has been sewn up.
Yuyake frowns.
That didn't look like conventional medical stitches.
What is that?
"I have been informed that you can heal yourself, but you wont be able to move your arms for a while, so I was instructed to close the holes in your hands and feet, as well as properly reset your body" Kakkazu starts. "Your arms will have to be in those slings for a while. Your knees are fine; it was just your knee cap, so those are already healed. The biggest problems will be your feet." He pauses, green eyes looking towards the elevated limbs. "It's a Lisfranc dislocation. You will start theraphy soon, but your overall recovery time is expected to be about six months without healing," he finishes, but still he seems to check for more, nonexistent, wounds.
Silence refills the room, but it is not alone, with it is a simmering rage that no doubt belongs to the ostracized occupant of the room. Yuyake looks from the one over her to the one with silver hair as he gets up from his spot.
"Now you're just moving slowly to piss me off; you told her what you were supposed to," he comes to stand by his partner. Yuyake frowns when the two men's bodies are wide enough to drown her view in that black sky with red clouds.
In any other case, the girl would have thought the pattern cool-looking, but knowing that they go after people like Naruto and Gaara kicks dirt on the insignia, mucking it up to be the sign of the enemy.
Yuyake drags her gaze up to look the unnamed male in his eyes. She curls her lip and smushes her nose to display her disgust, but she slips. She meant merely to glare at the man's surface, but it's thinner than she expects and she falls into his pools.
The murky red drowns her, its wave current downward and pulling her further in despite her attempt to escape. The red liquid burrows down her throat but it fills her not with his life .Instead, she sees a man who's seen death more times than he's seen the Sun and greets the entity like an old friend, but it owes this man something. Something important. Necessary, Something so fundamental it surprises the girl he can still function without.
Death.
He wanted to die.
It's so obvious yet melancholy.
"No!"
Yuyake claws out of his eyes, ripping herself from his slimy, dead pond and rushing back to her shelter, drying herself off in the warmth of her mind. Her brow sinks. A clear display of her new anger.
How dare this man?
He dragged her into his mind and forced open her own flood gates, merely on a whim. He didn't deserve her attention, her story, her struggle. Who does he think he is? He isn't Naruto! He isn't Sasuke! And he sure as hell isn't Gaara.
A shiver. She feels dirty- irredeemably so! - he has tracked mud into her; stomping the liquid dirt into stains and rubbing his filthy palms across ever surface he could touch. He's rough and defiles her most beautiful ritual if mind connection...
Only he didn't..
He was gentle when he entered her psychic. He was mindful of any fragility within her mind; careful to clean himself carefully before coming in. He didn't even really force himself in. Once she slipped past his defenses, it left her gates without guards and he simply wandered in... But still she frowns.
It is while she is glaring, that Yuyake notices the silver haired man is still diving in to her, and the lack of consent makes her feel violated. She forces him out, she thickens her depths so that he cannot move any deeper, and rips her head to the side to fling him out.
The nerve of him.
But he drags her back.
He takes hold of her head and pulls her back around. She grimaces. Just kicking him out wont stop him from entering, she must show him that there is nothing else for him there, nothing else in her for him. So she does. She attempts to erase what ever it is he sees by masking her emotions and draining her waters.
But it's no use; He still sees it.
A mirror.
It reflects things in high definition, and it is in this mirror he sees it: his most prominent struggle, and his greatest dilemma; his cry for life's end. But it is the sunset tinge on the glass that tells him that his struggle is completely his own. She does not wrestle the same demon or suffocate with the same thoughts, but that's not what interested him anyway. No, it is the fact this girl- a girl he has never seen before- now is able to repeat his anguish to him, verbatim like she knows his pain.
She feels his pain.
This fact spawns questions in his head.
Is she a believer?
Surely she couldn't be, she wore no symbols nor held any immortal life.
But still! But still!
She part takes in the pain of others! He could tell! Buried in her eyes are the stories of many, some she met in passing, others she found, some she killed, and more she knows. They are all there and, ever so slowly, they are eating her.
But not her body, her mind.
Much like his methods wear on his form.
His fingers dig into her cheeks.
This girl... She is his opposite.
Where he inflicts pain upon his own body to share, she absorbs pre-existing pain from the mind, where he destroys others, she destroys herself; where he is a believer, she is ignorant; where he is immortal, she is finite, where he is male, she is female; where he is old, she is young.
It is like he is glass and she is water; two things that seems similar on the surface- both reflective, both clear- they are actually very different.
Glass is rigid and can make you bleed, while water flows but can make you suffer.
...
Despite all this, the silver haired man is unsure how to proceed...
She is his opposite, that was established, but what is he meant to do with her?
One one hand, he could take her under the wings of his Lord Jashin and together they would be a perfect force of destruction, as the Body and mind of Jashin himself.
On the other hand, she could be an antithesis, meant only to undo the greatness that is Jashin's teachings and bring upon the end of the world.
But which one?
. . .
Outside the cloud of funk that is his confusion and the girl's disgust, Kakkazu is witnessing the weird... bonding-not-bonding, that is the interaction between these two.
He looks from the face of his partner, who seems to have had an epiphany, but is unsure what to do with his enlightenment. Meanwhile, the girl seems to be feeling bad for the religious man while simultaneously managing to feel disgusted and defiled by him.
It is quite odd.
The room is buzzing with quiet thought, and eventually the outcast turns to his partner. Whether it is out of pity for the child or simply to spite the male, Kakkazu speaks:
"Hidan, go inform Leader that she is awake,"
Dusty red eyes rip from the sunset, and Yuyake takes a deep breath, as if the eye contact had been allowing Hidan to steal her air.
"What? Why can't you do it?" the Jashinist frowns.
"Because I told you to do it," Kakkazu deflects.
...
There's a short moment Hidan spends, standing there. He flickers his eyes down at the girl in his grasp, and he scoffs. "Whatever" he tosses Yuyake's head back down onto her pillow. The tall man then turns and leaves out the room, sliding the door shut behind him.
It is when Hidan leaves that Yuyake realizes the room, if not the building, is made of a material that is impenetrable by brainwaves.
Great, that puts her at a disadvantage already...
She turns the Kakkazu, and is conflicted for a moment. She wishes to show gratitude for sending his partner away, even if he hadn't done it for her sake, but she worries that showing such an emotion could cause him to feel she is in debt to him. So she holds off.
Instead, she focuses on her body.
She can tell right away that her joints are royally screwed, but not all of them, luckily. Only the ones the masked man toyed with, so her shoulders, knees, and ankles.
It could be worse.
She also had the holes in her palms and feet.
Perhaps she should start there.
In quivering movements, the Bokuso-chi pulls her arms from beneath the covers. She pressed injured palm to injured palm, and allowed her hands to rest on her gut.
Confidently, she moves through hand signals, and notices Kakkazu watching; probably encase she turned hostile, but he had nothing to fear; this technique was meant to strength the innate regenerative abilities of humans.
. . .!
Kakkazu watches as the girl gains a harmless gold outline. He hears a hum. Then it clicks: the girl's Chakra.
Chakra isn't usually visible, but when it is, it usually produces a sort of sound. Apparently hers hums. Kakkazu wonders why it hadn't shocked him to see her chakra in the first place, but he concludes he's probably just level-headed.
Suddenly, the girl gasps and disbands the jutsu, killing that glow of hers and emptying the room of any sound. What happened? He studies her expression. It looks like she was just told terrible news.
Weird.
What ever it was, it stopped her from continuing the jutsu, which is weird, because he is certain that the technique was meant for healing. Oh well...
...
...
..
.
Kakkazu.
Said S-rank shinobi perked up as his head filled with the voice of the Leader. He did not need to respond.
I have been informed that the girl has woken up. I wish to speak with her, has she healed?
"No, she began to, but something stopped her," Green eyes to the pale blue wall on the other side of Yuyake. Said girl jolts at the man's voice, unaware of whom he was conversing with.
I see. I do not wish to wait, place your ring upon her.
Kakkazu lifts his hand, the motion snagging Yuyake's attention again. Who in the world was he talking to? What was he doing? Should she be preparing to fight? So many questions!
The heiress watches the criminal pull off the ring that has been on his finger. He holds it in his hand while his left reaches down for her arm. What the heck was he doing? Yuyake clinches her fist, but it is no use, his thumb jabs in her wrist, causing her curled fingers to slacken. He peels a digit back and slides the jewelry on her tiny index and he lets her go.
The something goes wrong.
She rips from him; Sunset eyes open wide as brown fingers dig holes into the bedding. It hurts! It feels like she has a stereo in her brain and someone's messing with it. They're trying to find the right frequency, waving through the channels. Her ear drums tighten as if they are inflating from the inside and every part of her brain is pulsing painfully at individual rates. Her mouth rips open in a gasp.
BoKUsO-cHI.
Yuyake tries hard to be strong and be still, but trying isn't enough. Her torso explodes into a fit of convulsions. It swings her arms, reaching for help that isn't there and jolts her legs, kicking at an enemy that is too far. Her head rises and slams and the cushion of the bed felt harder than concrete. Saliva gathers in her throat as all she can do is exhale in a scream that has no octaves; she's gargling. The sound of the beckoning was enough to make her suicidal and the added pain from her abused joints helped not.
Never before had she hated her name so much!
She's lost; her rational mind is being incinerated, and she feels cornered, so she is lashing out.
Even though it's only making everything worse.
Finally, some inkling of a thought screams above the voice and all its static to command her body:
"Get rid of that FUCKING RING!"
And she does, somewhere, hands meet and the loose silver is ripped off and flung it at the far wall, only to be caught by its owner. Kakkazu stares, interested in the turn of events.
What had that been about.
Yuyake is sitting up now; her chest fighting her with every breath and her joints punishing her for every movement. Her body is stinky and sickened with sweat and her gaze is wild and forward.
Then she turns to Kakkazu with a look of incredulous on her face.
What the heck was that for?!
But he is uncaring, and unmovable, like a rock.
Whatever...
Yuyake blinks slowly, feeling something drop onto her hand. What was that?
Was she bleeding?
No, this liquid is clear and light, and the heiress is sure that if she were to take a taste, it would be salty. Wow... was she really crying?
It's been a while since that happened. Sure, sometimes her eyes watered, but it was rare the tears actually fall. She surveys herself a bit more and finds that there's a trail of drool going down her neck. Nasty...Yuya isn't too surprised, though, she doesn't think she's ever been in that much pain before...
Heck, her brain was still pulsating.
Taking a deep breath, Yuya eases herself back onto the bed with the help of a tan hand. It's twin takes a damp towel and cleans her face, for which the child is grateful.
"Something happened,"
Yuyake shot her eyes to Kakkazu. He was talking to... someone. If she had to guess, it was who ever that voice from earlier belonged to... the voice that blared in her head. She frowns when the man besides her is un-phased by the ring's speaking abilities.
Why didn't it hurt him?
Maybe a better question would be why did it hurt her?
Whatever... she didn't want their stupid ring talk anyway...
Yuyake perks up. Whoa! What if the Bokuso-chi could do something like that? Maybe use a ring or something as an intermediate, that way they could talk to anyone without worrying about being hurt or over taken by another's brainwaves...
Hmm...
"Understood" Kakkazu turns to the door just as it slides open.
"Alright, Sir," Hidan reenters the room, apparently talking to the same Lord of the ring. He didn't seem to be in pain either.
So it really is her...
"I don't understand why you couldn't do it, Kakkazu. I mean, you're standing right there," Hidan rants, bending over Yuyake. The girl flinches at the proximity but the immortal cares not as he buries one arm under her knees and wraps his other around the back of her shoulders. He lifts her up with such ease, but his choice of holds puts strain on Yuya's knees, and feet, causing her to wince.
Yuyake gives Kakkazu a quizzical gaze, but he ignores it, walking ahead of them to open the door leading out the room. The Bokuso-chi then turns her question to Hidan, but he doesn't respond either.
Yuya frowns, a burning fire in her eyes. The nerve!
Never before had she been so bluntly ignored!
It was quite frustrating! Does everyone get this frustrated when they're ignored. Geeze! She supposed she had been spoiled all her life, probably because of her disability. Most people, even when they couldn't understand what it was she was trying to say, gave it a shot, at least. And usually they guess right!
It isn't that hard...
These two were just being douches!
Kakkazu did, indeed, ignore her. He felt she had enough information to guess where it was they were going. As a ninja she should be trying to assess possible answers for herself, instead of getting uptight because two strangers, who were criminals, decided not to answer her.
Really, it was silly.
But that being said, why was she even here?
Leader made it relatively clear that a replacement for Orochimaru was very much unnecessary. So she clearly wasn't meant to be a member.
Then again, he could have changed his mind.
Maybe he saw the young Kunoichi with brown skin and brilliant eyes who had visible chakra that hummed and thought she was worth it...
Meanwhile, Hidan was on a similar topic in his own mind. See, the Jashinist already believed the child was the new tenth, but his question was who brought her in?
He tried figuring it out a few ways, but he couldn't really solidify an answer.
Her injuries are weird: holes in her palms and most of her joints dislocated.
If it had been Deidara, the joints could make sense, but she would have smelled more like burned earth. She also would have been more scuffed up, probably with a broken bone. Furthermore the holes in her hand didn't make sense.
If it were Sasori, the lack of major damage made sense, especially if he wanted to make a puppet, but dislocating her joints? He didn't know, maybe it could be him.
Itachi would have done some sort of Genjutsu; Kisame would have left more gashes rather than holes; He knew he nor Kakkazu had done it; Zetsu was Zetsu; Pain... maybe? The Holes seemed like it could be him, but the dislocation? Maybe the Almighty push could have done that, but the minimal damage leaves the immortal skeptical.
Actually, who was to say this brat was even a member. Leader usually informs everyone about potentials, but she hasn't come up in a single meeting. Heck, even when she was brought in they weren't told anything about her! Which, now that the immortal thought about it, was a risky move. Sure, the two Akatsuki members could handle themselves easily against some leaf brat, but why even take that risk? What if she decided to fight despite her injuries?
I still require Your assistance, Hidan.
The silver haired man presses his fingers to his temple as he responds, "Ok, sir," he looks down at the child in his arms, who has already craned her neck to investigate his response, and Hidan sees those eyes again. It makes his gut knot up, whether pleasantly or disgustingly, he's not sure. All he knew was he was ready to have the child removed from hs presence. He was hoping to be relieved of his current duty as soon as they reached the room, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
Great.
"Come in"
Yuyake jumps, but only inwardly. She didn't like this, usually she knows who is in a room way before she enters, but the material of the walls here blind her third eye, damning her to ignorance. Now the occupant of the room knew about her arrival before she knew theirs, and she is uncomfortable. She understands there is hypocrisy in the emotion, but can't help it. So many questions were on her mind: How many? How hostile?Was she walking into her death? A painful investigation? Was the voice that just called out to her the one she heard through the ring?
It was harder than expected to answer that last question, because it sounded nothing like that in her head. Why? She wasn't sure. Perhaps she just forgot what it sounded like. Or perhaps it wasn't him. Maybe it had been too distorted by... whatever it was distorted by...
...Brain interference?
Maybe the rings alarmed the man of everyone's position?
It was possible...
Maybe he studied the Bokuso-chi? Maybe he has his own power that grants him such abilities? Who knew.
And who was this man? Yuyake had ignorantly assumed that the leader and the man with the mask were one in the same, but the voice she just heard was definitely not him. So who was he to this organisation? Did he have a ring? She certainly hadn't noticed it before if he did. If he wasn't the leader, that decreases the possibility he's in that room.
that last assumption alone is enough to soothe her tense shoulders, but only a bit. While it was nice to be away from him. Being with him had its own, though flimsy, sense of security around it. In their time together, he's become less and less like a criminal to her, and more like a tentative parent. It is always 'No, not like that, like this' or 'Don't eat that, it's bad for you' and 'you shouldn't be hanging out with that Kyuubi boy or that Uchiha brat' or 'Go to sleep, you need your rest'.
Ok, Yuya was paraphrasing, but that's what he'd say, in a nutshell.
She supposed what she was trying to say was that she had gotten comfortable. And that was bad. He probably knew that too, that maybe why he decided to punish her so. He had to reset her familial tie to him that was growing stronger with each meal and destroy her sense of safety she had after so much training; he had to completely redefine what it was he had come to stand for in her mind, because what ever it was, it was not quite a treat. And that isn't good, because non-threats are tested and he did not want to be tested.
Only that didn't quite make sense...
It would bode well for him to get her attached to him, while seeing one as a threat is effective, it eventually wears thin, only ties of camaraderie and family tend to withstand long periods of time, and certainly he knew that. As calculating as the man comes off, it was positive that he would know such a fact, yet here he was, destroying it along with her joints.
So why?
Why reset it all? Why turn back the clock so far?
The answer flies into her face, but she swats it away, because she is certain that it is wrong. She doesn't even want to let the thought form. But it does.
He wasn't resetting as a way to remind her what he was; it was meant to remind himself who she was.
But that can't be right.
The three walk into a darkness so dense; it swallows them. Yuyake opens her eyes wider to find the ends of the lightlessness, but it seems to stretch beyond her reach and even further, making them nothing more than three grains of rice of the black tongue of a giant. The door swings closed behinds them, further distorting their sense of the room around them, and Yuyake has never felt so exposed.
Who was all here?
PULSE! PULSE!
Besides her, Hidan, and Kakkazu, there are two others in this room, one in front of her, and one behind. The chocolate kunoichi blinks rapidly to adjust herself accordingly, but one cannot adjust themselves to black.
So she is stuck.
But they help her out.
Two sets of eyes part, and it is supernatural the way they create light that cannot be shared. One set is nothing but infinite layers of purple and her studies strike her with the name 'Rinnegan', the other set is far more feminine in its slant and those eyes are a striking amber.
"What happened with the ring?" the Rinnegan tilts his eyes to the side, some how finding her sunsets. Are her eyes doing the same thing as them? That's odd... though the more she feels out the area the more she feels it in air. It's thick and sticky with Chakra, clinging to every piece of light and dragging to the floor.
Kakkazu reports her fit from earlier, and this man seems pleased, then the Jashinsts reports his 'findings' as well, but he does it so vaguely, merely relaying:
"She's a mirror,"
"Understood, thank you two, you are dismissed, Konan" the man speaks, beckoning who Yuyake can only assume is a woman behinds him.
"Yes, I will take on her weight," the amber eyes, Konan seems to shift and simultaneously the sound of flipping paper is close to Yuyake's ears. Slowly, she feels the warmth Hidan is lending to her fade into the chilly surface of developed papyrus.
There are steps, a door, and then their waves are no longer accessible to the mute.
Speaking or brainwaves, something was weird...
Yuyake narrows her eyes as the darkness begins to soften. She felt two sets of brainwaves. One set is behind her, a bit higher up, and undeniably familiar, the second set is amber of the eyes she saw, and that set in front of her.
So why were there two people standing before her?
Yuyake frowns as they come more into sight. The darkness settles into a dim lighting, and she is certain now that she is looking at two different people. The one with the purple rings had spikes of orange for hair and a lot of piercing on his ears, some on his nose and a couple on his lower lip. His look is rather simplistic but definitely notebook worthy; the woman has short blue hair, most down and a little ponytail, she has a paper rose in her hair. The way she dressed was... alright, not as cool compared to her boss here.
Now, back to the more important question: Why doesn't this leader guy have any brainwaves?
...
He couldn't be dead, could he?
"Why do you think it is the ring doesn't work?" Konan turned her eyes up toward the bloody mist. Yuyake twists her neck to regard the masked man, he is sitting on one of the many structures that protrudes out the walls. Yuyake levels her gaze with the eye-hole of his mask; it's empty right now.
"The rings are calibrated to Nagato, which would have been fine if she were younger, but her brain frequency has changed, quickened, probably. While Bokuso-chi can calibrate their brainwaves accordingly, they must do it. Your ring essentially tried to force her mind to change." he pauses in his explanation, looking up to his Akatsuki acquaintances.
"Though she may not look it; I'm certain that if she had kept that ring on, it would have caused her brain to shut down, rendering her brain dead," his sharingan gleams pridefully as he slides down to join them on the ground.
Yuyake sighs, of course she almost died. Geeze, why was everything so life and death? It seems like she's always unstable as she walks on the tight rope between the two. At some point of her life, Yuya is certain she began sprinting on the narrow wire.
She shrugs to accentuate her nonchalance for her safety, earning her a chuckle from the masked man as he approach her.
Nice to know her recklessness amused someone.
Yuyake sighs, her mother would have been freaking out...
The man's proximity, for some odd reason, made Yuya want to look down at her form, and it's as she suspected. The back of her body was smothered in paper that was some how strong enough to levitate her above ground. Now that she noticed it, she also noticed that the papers don't breathe, causing her body to drown in its heat.
And now she was feeling awkward again.
She needed a distraction.
A brown digit points to Pein, who is stoic and un-moving like the corpse Yuyake thinks he is. then she points to her head. The masked man nods:
"Yes, he is a corpse,"
Yuyake shakes her head. She figured that out already, there was no way he could block his brainwaves from her, it's just not a thing that can be blocked. But that wasn't what she was asking, she points to Pein again and then to her head, but more specifically, her ears.
Oh... The man with the orange mask looks between the red head and the mute. He understood now; She wanted to get piercing too, huh?
"No"
Yuyake frowned, her face was a mixture of anger and bewilderment. What did he mean 'no'? Huh!? It was her body! He couldn't tell her what to do with it! Besides, he wasn't her dad! And to top it off, she was...
She... was...
How old was she?
14? 15 maybe?
She's 15? Huh, apparently her birthday was just celebrated back at leaf village.
Gaara doesn't stay long in their mind, apparently busy with the mission he's currently on. Still, it is nice of him to drop by and answer her question!
While the heiress is busy in her mind, the adults have a quick chat.
"Just who is this, Madara, You haven't mentioned any new members, and you pulled my men from their mission just to attend to her, she must be important," Pein confronts his ally.
The masked man, Madara, has his arms crossed as he looks over to the mute kunoichi. He really needed to teach her to pay attention. Just look at her! She's in a room with dangerous criminals, none of which are her allies, she's injured and she's being held in the air by one of them, and what does she do? Retreat into her lala land! Honestly...
And she wanted to get piercings.
He turns back to his companions, "Her name is Yuyake, Bokuso-chi," he was going to have to tell them eventually, if he planned to use the child. "She's their heiress," he states. Pein looks just as stoic, if not more so, by the announcement. He thought he'd recognize the name, but he doesn't.
"She is not meant to be an actual member, more like," he looks to the ceiling for the answer, and it is there he finds it, "A consultant," he states. "I'll be leaving her here to recover, besides, there are other matters I must attend to,"
"How will she be useful," Konan speaks up, because if they are going to be spending time and resources to keep this child, she better darn well be worth it. And a 'consultant' isn't really what the group needs right now.
"It's like Hidan said: she is a mirror," and like that, Madara is gone.
His disappearance reawakens Yuyake and she perks up, looking at the remaining two.
Did he just leave her?