A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name~

Danzo was a wily, canny and dangerous old fucker.

More importantly, he was also more than enough of an asshole to try his hardest to pull on every lever that he could possibly find, and to try his very hardest to hold onto his position, calling every favor he could and even more importantly, to push every button at his disposal.

Unfortunately for him, his teammates were just as wily and canny as he was, and in particular, they knew him very well and were wary regarding any potential advantage that he could possibly claim for himself.

Before moving in on him, the third and the two old advisors got together with Minato and myself, and together, we systematically went about checking over his work, and capturing, subduing and liberating all the Root operatives. His sealwork was not particularly amazing, and for me?

For me it might as well be child's writing, with the caveat that the child had terrible handwriting and decided to write on someone's tongue. Other than that, breaking it apart was child's play, and it was not much more difficult for my husband, the Third Hokage or for Jiraiya, who was unfortunately not present.

It took days of subtle work, especially as we worked with what Root operatives we could convince to flip on Danzo, people whom we were not certain we could trust… but I knew of one that was almost certainly the trustworthy sort – not because he could be trusted to keep to his word, but because he was predictable and easy to understand.

Yakushi Kabuto, Root Operative, orphaned boy, and most important of all… a salvageable sacrifice. Not yet sent to Iwa on the fateful spy mission that would send him down the path of insanity that would lead him to being one of the most dangerous people in the world.

My memory wasn't perfect; I couldn't quite remember all the specific details regarding his situation, but, well, he was not truly gone yet, and he was still an adorable little boy working his hardest to try to keep the orphanage that had taken him in.

"He is a liar, a cheat, and a monster," I explained, as I crouched to meet him eye to eye. He was young, barely learning the ways of ninja, let alone fully steeped in Root. Only barely bigger than Itachi, despite being somewhere in the realm of two years his elder, possibly more – Tsunade'd be able to tell how old he actually was with some medical ninjutsu fuckery, I could only guess, and given malnutrition and his amnesia, it was hard to tell anyway.

I patted his head as he looked a bit dubious and unsure, giving him my widest smile. "But, but elder Shimura said that-"

"Like I said, he's a liar, a cheat, and a monster," I repeated. "The perfect ninja in many ways, willing to put his village and success ahead of anything and everything else… he believes humans should only be tools for the betterment of the village."

"Uhn," Kabuto agreed with a nod and an affirmative noise; it was likely that Danzo was already trying to brainwash him with such ideas. "That's, that's good, right?"

I shook my head. "That's no good at all!" I said, emotion creeping into my voice. "Kabuto, that's just not good at all, it's all wrong!"

He seemed taken aback. "B-But," he looked into my eyes then, "our village gives- gives us money to live on, and, it's only right to-"

"No it's not!" I insisted. "You are the future of this village," I said, "it's our job as the older generation to ensure that you and everyone else at the orphanage has a safe place where you can grow and learn and develop into a full and complete adult!" I spoke, placing my hands on his shoulders and giving him a grin. His fear, uncertainty and doubt crept into me.

Understanding another was always a difficult thing to do, but it was made easier, with the big red furbag's help. "But… but, nothing's free in the world, so-"

"That's right, it's not free, but just like we should be doing our best to take care of you and your friends, and everyone else at the orphanage," I explained, "when you're the one in our position, you're gonna be doing the same for the generation that comes after yours, doing your best and working your hardest to make sure they have everything they need to surpass your generation."

Kabuto was worried, I could feel, but he was also listening, trying to understand. I could read him like an open book, and I could even read underneath his exterior – he was as open as he looked, just beaten down enough to be suggestible and susceptible, but not truly given up on life yet.

"So…"

"So!" I interrupted, "we are all the roots that nourish and support the great tree," I explained, "but we are also the thick trunk that holds its weight and keeps it all together, and we are also the green leaves at the top absorbing nutrients and the light from the sun to energize the roots and keep the trunk alive. You understand, right? You're a very smart boy, Kabuto… Danzo is a clever guy, but he's never been a smart guy. His understanding is incomplete and shallow, and he's an old and grumpy old guy that doesn't wanna admit he's wrong."

Kabuto laughed, then, at the description of the old warhawk as what he truly was – an old man who refused to accept that he was incorrect, that had been throwing a tantrum about being passed over for Hokage for decades now. A man who thought himself the greatest gift to Konoha in its history, but was a cancerous tumor weakening it.

I could somewhat respect the dedication and the intention, but his methods and his results were appaling, there's a point at which any end no matter how good cannot justify the means you utilize to get to it, and he crossed that point a long time ago, and even if his ends were good, he never achieved them.

For all that he claimed to be a force of support for the village, he was a drain on its resources, a traitor to its ideology, and a disruptor of its diplomacy.

"You understand me, right?" I asked. "Yeah… you've seen it for yourself. Look at you, Kabuto," I said. "You're among the best in Root already, and you're nothing like his other operatives."

Kabuto nodded. He was not arrogant or conceited, it was a simple fact that among the operatives of root, even at his young age, he was already a prodigy who stood above the rest. Few, if any, could even match his current abilities, let alone the pace of his growth. "Yes… Even Elder Shimura has praised me for my strength."

"And what's the difference between you and them?" I prompted. "What makes you so much stronger than they are?"

"I… don't know?" Kabuto asked. "Talent?"
I shook my head. "No, Kabuto… you see, unlike them, you have a reason to fight. You have a reason to be the best you can be. They are beaten down to the point they have nothing, they are machines – they only do what their master tells them, and nothing else."

Kabuto frowned.

"But you… you fight for a reason, you have a goal driving you forward. You want to be the best, so that your orphanage thrives and grows, right? So that they get all the funding they need…"

Which I would make absolutely, completely and utterly sure they did. I'm fairly certain that Danzo doesn't even actually have the ability to cut funding to it, but he was certainly going to try. Well, he would have, anyway, if he didn't have bigger issues right now.

"It's the same with strong ninja everywhere. We have a reason that drives us. For me, I want to protect my family, my son, my husband – the people of this village, who accepted me when my home village was destroyed. For the people who were our ancient allies… and the people who look up to and depend on my husband and myself to guide them… but most of all, I want to be the kind of person that can be proud of myself," I explained.

"Be… proud of myself?" Kabuto asked.

"Right!" I said, nodding with a grin. "When you look back at everything you've done in life, in your twilight years, when you're about to pass on to the pure world and rest forever, I want you to be able to stand proud and say that you did your best, and were the very best you, that you could ever be."

Kabuto frowned, deep in thought, the gears in his head turning, as he thought through and analyzed every word I had spoken to him. He was a smart boy, but he was suggestible and looking for a reason to go on, looking for anybody who would offer him help and support.

In another time, he would have finally been broken, utterly and completely, and remade in the image of a dangerous psychopath, another of the world's victims, in a neverending cyclical chain of events…

But I raised my hand and offered him my pinky with a smile. "So what do you say?" I asked.

"What's this?" he asked, confused, looking at my pinky.

"It's called a pinky promise!" I said, "it signifies that this is an important promise, and let me tell you, I never, ever, break my promises!" I said. "This is my ninja way!"

"Your… ninja way?" Kabuto asked, still looking at me with dubious eyes.

"Yes," I explained, "your ninja way is… well, it's not just about being a ninja really. It's your way of life, and it encompasses everything that you are and everything that you do… You know, the way you live your life, the way you go about your business, the way you fight, the way you love, it all comes down to the same! And this is mine! I am true to myself, I protect my family and friends, and I never go back on my promises! Believe me!"

Kabuto looked at me for a few seconds, and nodded. "Can… Can I have a ninja way like yours?"

I grinned. "Of course! I'd be delighted if you took inspiration from mine!" I said, "but it's important that you carve your own path forward. Learn from me, learn from your experiences in the orphanage, and even learn from Danzo – just make sure it's the right lessons, not what he tried to teach you – and then come up with one of your own. One that you can be happy and proud about."

He nodded.

"And when you've finally figured it out, I want you to come and tell me what your ninja way is, alright?"

Kabuto nodded once more, this time raising his hand to meet mine. "Will you listen to me, then?"

"Absolutely!" I agreed. "Let's make a pinky promise, alright?"

He stuck out his pinky, and I hooked mine on his, and we shook on it.

"It's a promise! When you come up with a ninja way, I will definitely witness your declaration of it!"

"I'll find a ninja way that you- no, that I can be proud of!" Kabuto agreed.

"Believe me!" I said, and he chorused just in time, and I couldn't help myself, exploding in a burst of giggles and laughing. Kabuto was quite the cute kid when he smiled, too. Ah, really, these kiddies were just too cute! I feel blessed for having been given this opportunity to protect such a precious smile.

I definitely, absolutely, won't let things turn out the way they would have without my help! I'll protect each of them, or my name isn't Kushina!

I stood up, then. "Let's get to work, Kabuto, first step, saving everyone else at Root!"

"Right!"

Together, with his help and that of the notably less cute old guys, and my wonderfully handsome husband, we were able to track down and clean up the operations of Root. With Kabuto on our side, it was a simple matter of him leading us to more and more of Root's operatives.

Including one Yakushi Nono, the caretaker of the orphanage that Kabuto resided in. A Root operative herself, and a powerful and skilled one at that. One who'd unfortunately had to be subdued in combat, but fortunately…

A reunion with the boy she sought to protect had been just about enough to finally pull the wool off of her eyes, and to give her that which she needed more dearly than anything else, caught in the darkness and despair of root.

Hope.

Love and hope were the tools that were most important, as we disrupted each and every one of Danzo's operations. The old man himself was left weaponless, his tools either subdued and captured, or turned against him.

He revealed the extent of his crimes, the modifications done upon his body, and attempted one final gambit.

"You're done, Danzo!" I shouted, as my chains, tips spiked and menacing, were ready to skewer him, while Minato and the third both cornered him, in his deepest bunker. No doubt, it was layered with traps – but he could do little without them. The traps that he had installed were maintained and made by his root operatives, whom he thought truly and completely trustworthy – many of which had been turned, others which betrayed his secrets unwillingly, and some of which were simply ignorant of what they could and could not divulge.

He used the power of the Senju bloodline, granted upon him by the modifications to his body and genes, to attempt to fight us off… but Minato was ready, and as Danzo liberated his right arm, Minato was already slicing it off, one of his three pronged Kunai already pinning Danzo's other arm to the wall behind him.

Danzo screamed in pain, unable to clutch his stump with his other arm pinned. "H-How!?" he shouted.

"Orochimaru flipped on you, Danzo, and warned us ahead of time what to expect from you," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

The Third frowned. "We are aware, of the experiments that you've benefitted from. The ones you commissioned, the ones you forced Orochimaru to engage in, and the ones you encouraged," he said. "I am disgusted, that I once respected you. That I thought you a net good for Konoha, despicable though your methods were. You are a parasite, a leech, a worm feasting upon the roots of this great tree… seeking only your own glorification."

"How dare you!" Danzo screamed. "I am the only one who understands, the only one who-"

One of my chains went directly through his forehead, cutting his brain to ribbons, and ending the old fucker immediately.

"Oh sorry, did I break your concentration?" I asked as both Minato and Sarutobi looked at me with a mixture of horror, surprise and an odd sense of relief. "What? We all know he was just buying time for whatever he was about to pull," I said, shrugging. "Besides, he's completely full of shit anyway."

Hiruzen frowned, looking down at the ground. "Only three remain," he said, "Teacher, have we truly lived up to your legacy?"

"Could always ask him," I said, "I mean there's that whole Edo Tensei thing Orochimaru found that the second came up with right?"

"That requires a living sacrifice," Minato said.

Memories of the usage of the clones of Zetsu filtered through my mind.

"I mean now it does, but like… I'm pretty sure if you give Orochimaru enough time he can probably fix that?"

Minato frowned. "I'm not sure I want Orochimaru having that much freedom. He was already planning to betray the village as is…"

I rolled my eyes. Unfortunately… I cannot justify Orochimaru being executed. Unlike Danzo, Orochimaru has been very clever and careful about all his dealings, especially the illegal ones. Anything and everything that he does had the tacit or explicit approval of a village elder – one of the few trusted to act in the interests of the village at all times, an unfortunate truth that had given Danzo much of his power.

As much as I hated to admit it – Orochimaru was a very clever and intelligent asshole, and ultimately, he, too, was a victim of this world. A victim who had made many more victims, but in many ways, he had also saved many from the world. Many who would have died, or suffered fates worse than death, had found a home or cover as his servants.

There were reasons why the serpentine ninja had inspired such loyalty in some of his more devoted servants. He was a product of the world, and he knew it better than most, and he had offered a way out, salvation even, to quite a few of its other victims.

I hated that in investigating and researching him before our final assault on Danzo, I found myself being incapable of simply justifying his death.

I found myself actually sympathizing, with a traumatized orphan that had sought redress for his childhood trauma, who hadn't received the help and support that he needed. And in the end, I had chosen to save Obito, to spare him, had I not? A boy who would grow into a similar monster, who would slaughter thousands to have the world feel the same pain that he felt.

"I hate it," I muttered to myself, "but I… I think that he can still be…" ugh, "saved."

"What do you mean?" Minato asked.

The third perked up.

Orochimaru… was not a total loss. Not yet. His soul wasn't torn up, he had not yet used the Cursed Seal to mutilate his existence into a less than human monstrosity… He was a man, now, suffering from unresolved trauma, a monster of Konoha's own creation that had fought, bled and, in some ways, died for it already.

"I think… I think that Orochimaru needs to learn," I said, taking a deep breath. "Something you never taught him," I said, turning to the third.

"What… I failed him, so utterly and completely- what could I have done differently?"

What could he have done, that would've shown the man obsessed with immortality, who feared death more than almost anything else, who to this day still sought a way to find completion in life.

"I think Orochimaru needs to learn how to care."

Both of them were surprised, then. "To… care?"

I nodded. "I think we have to give him a reason to."

"But how?"

I… had a few ideas.

"You might… not like it but, I've been testing a method…" I said, frowning and wondering if I really was about to do this. A memory of Orochimaru modifying his body to make a goofy scary face resurfaced. Vague memories of Orochimaru wanting a child to find his own path to happiness came in as well.

In truth, perhaps I am being a bit of a… reckless dreamer. "At this point… any and all methods I might find to undo the damage I've done, to spare him the fate I've consigned him to… I will take any of them."

I took a deep breath. Orochimaru was close to being a remorseless, irredeemable monster.

"I think Orochimaru needs a family."

But even bad men can change their ways, and Orochimaru… had actually found redeeming traits, in his relationship with his creation.

Perhaps…

Kabuto needed a father, too, and those two were just terribly compatible, absurdly bright minds that would, if properly guided, push mankind's progress beyond anything we could currently imagine.

Indeed…

"So what have you got in mind?" Minato asked. "I… don't really see him just accepting it if we just force a child on him or something…"

"He wouldn't," I agreed. "But then again, he's likely to take almost anything if it means not being executed for his participation in Danzo's schemes."

He still didn't have his counter measures to death, after all, and he had no illusions on his ability to fight Minato, who had no sentimental attachment that would prevent him from doing what needed to be done.

"And I have the perfect candidate, that would definitely be met with his acceptance and maybe even praise."

And that would be that.

Fortunately, I was not the one who had to deal with the fallout of my plan – Orochimaru ultimately accepted the condition of his parole, and with surprising willingness, took in Kabuto as his ward and son.

It really was a wonder, just how well we had managed to bring things together, as the old guys once again took care of the cleanup while myself and my husband dealt with the people, especially as we exposed… some, though not all, of Danzo's crimes.

Much subtler were the missives sent to other countries, trying to smooth over the feathers that Danzo had rustled, in his ever insane commitment to war and destruction.

With all of this dealt with, however, I've found myself once again, in awe of my husband's handsome features and, well, it was quite some time since we've had the opportunity to engage.

As I watched him work the crowds, I did my hardest not to squirm.

After all the serious and dangerous situation was dealt with, I was once again working on improving myself and my husband's lives, thinking purely of us and our shared happiness. We needed a break, after all the serious and hard work.

That said, maybe I was being a bit… too naughty, so to speak.

Indeed, I stood beside my husband, offering the people of Konoha a calm and confident smile, as much as I was able. The people of Konoha were gathered to hear their ruler and protector speak, and they looked upon him as a symbol of honor and strength, of respect and power.

And they looked upon me, his wife, as a symbol as well. In many ways, in their eyes, I was an extension of Minato. Where he was the powerful and stern ruler, I was his softer side.

Of course, those people knew little of what we were like, they simply saw what they wanted to see. In many ways, they saw me as an image of purity and charm. I'm not about to knock myself, the days where I was an insecure little tomato of a girl are long gone, and I'm proud of having a nickname that serves a both a reference to my physical features, and to my power.

I can only imagine what these people would think, if they knew that the pure image of the Hokage's wife that they look upon… was the kind of woman who would be wearing a large buttplug right in front of everyone, in the balcony of the Hokage's tower, in sight of everyone.

They didn't know, they couldn't know. My pants were tight, regular ninja fare, but my butt cheeks were large enough that you'd have to be very close and looking for it specifically to be able to see the slight bulge of the plug's handle, between my cheeks.

It was… strangely exciting, to be in public, right in front of everyone, squirming just a little, feeling my overstuffed ass.

Tonight was the night, I decided.

Tonight was the night where all my work would be paying off. Already, Minato has expressed more than a little interest. Already, he's touched, played with, and studied my butt, my tightest hole, as I've worked with determination and perseverance to ready myself for him.
His speech finished, and the people cheered, and with it, our day was coming to its end, and it was the start of our night. We could not travel together, with his instantaneous transmission technique, the jutsu that would see him zipping about battlefields would give me a rather upset stomach.

Even so, despite the fact he could teleport, and had done so, by the time he made it home, I was already there – unknown to him, the clone of myself that had stood with him at his speech dissipated and its memories flowed into me.

I was preparing. I was ready, even. My asshole clenched around the toy, and my silken red nightie was open at the front, showing off the red, crotchless panties that revealed both front and back.

Minato appeared in our shared bedroom in a yellow flash, and within moments, he was already discarding his clothes. His modified Hokage robes were thrown off first, and they were followed damn near instantly by his shirt and pants. Soon enough, he was wearing nothing but his hat, which he seductively took off, throwing it to the side in a teasing fashion.

I was lucky, to have such a man with me. Every inch of his body was like a hand sculpted statue, his hair almost glinted when the sun struck it, his very presence filled me with warmth and happiness…

As my husband stood before me, dressed in his birthday suit, I could think of little else but the fact that we were two people in love, and that all my work was being rewarded, right here and now.

I smirked at my husband, who looked like he could hardly contain myself.

I nodded. "You had fun?"

"You were here all along?" he asked, swallowing.

"Always," I said, "for you," I repeated, taking a deep breath, and then turning around. It was time. I showed him my backside, and in particular, I rested my chest on the bed as I reached back and spread my ass for him, to show him all the hard work I'd put in for our shared pleasure.

I heard him swallow. "K-Kushina… it's beautiful. You're amazing," he said, voice lustful and tinged with barely restrained desire.

"I have to keep up," I smirked, as I felt myself clench around the toy, "with my amazing husband!"

He swallowed again.

"C-Come on," I said, a bit nervous now. "Uhm… take, take it out."

"S-Should I?" he asked.

I nodded. "You've played with it before just… be gentle, alright? This is the biggest one…"

He nodded and leaned forward. I could almost hear his breath, and I could definitely feel it tickling me all the way down there, my lowest parts, my dirty and hungry butthole, fully and thoroughly prepared for him.

I winced and involuntarily clenched around the toy as I felt his fingers grip onto it.

He let go immediately, but I turned back to face him, hands still spreading my ass. "Don't stop," I begged.

He swallowed, and then went back to his work, grasping the back of the toy with his fingers, hesitantly and weakly pulling it back. I took a deep breath and-

With a gentle but firm pull, he fully pulled the toy out, with an almost funny sound, as the judiciously and generously lubricated hole couldn't hold onto the slick invader.

Minato's hands trembled as he set the toy down on the bed, and he took position on his knees behind me.

"Take," I began, "take that big fat cock of yours, and, and shove it up my ass!" I shouted.

Minato shuddered behind me. "Kushina!"

"Make me yours, that's the last hole, my last virginity, take it!" I begged. "I want, I want every part of my body to belong to you, paint it with your cum, fill me to the brim, reshape my entire ass until it's your shape!"

He poked my tightly puckered asshole with the almost mushroom-like tip of his stiff cock.

"Here I go!" he warned, as I did my best to relax, the same way I had learned and practiced with the toys…

But my excitement betrayed me, and as Minato's dick went into me, I couldn't help but clench my muscles, my ass tightly closing around his prick, and though it hurt a bit as he continued pushing into me, my body welcomed my husband's penis like a beloved friend, my training paying off as I squeezed around him.

Though it stung a bit, pleasure flooded my being as my husband's groan reached my ears, as he lost control of himself and pushed further, moaning like it was our first time all over again, humping my ass like the virgin he'd once been.

It was amazing, unbelievable even, to relive the mutual loss of our virginity to each other, as we degenerated into the desperate young idiots we'd once been, desperate to drown in each other's lusts. His hands grasped at me, caressing, touching me all over, and his moans filled my ears, going straight into my brain.

My ass was so full, it felt like I was getting stuffed, but the heat was spreading from there, and as the pain turned to pleasure, as I got used to his thrusting, I was starting to feel floaty, like I was in water, as my tongue lolled out of my mouth and I was unable to drag it back in.

"S-Sho, sho goo'!" I moaned, "Mnatoooou," I called, "hardah, hardah, fuck my assss!"

Minato shouted, "Kushina, Kushina! Your ass is the best, it's so hot and warm, I feel like you're gonna squeeze my dick right off!"

"Noooou," I screamed, "you're, you're too big, so big and hard, I can't stand iiiit!" I screamed, "I'm gunna, imma, cummmmmiiiiiiing!"

I could almost HEAR the sound of my pussy squeezing around nothing, and Minato's body fell upon mine, I felt his weight upon me, and every part of my being was reduced to nothing, but my ass squeezing around his hard, throbbing and ready to burst cock.

"KUSHINA!" he screamed, and my breath hitched.

The first shot hit me like a spray of lava, like liquid heat almost being directly poured into my stomach, feeling it almost being poured all over my body, the heat like an electric pulse heading directly from my bowels all the way to my brain, and it felt like he was directly flooding my brain with his cum as the second shot came.

All I could think about was how hot his cum was, how it seemed to cause all my mind to go blank, and then another shot came, and then another… and then my mind came back to reality as it felt like he was poking the back of my throat, now fully hilted to the root on my ass.

Minato's fingers squeezed the meat of my ass, and I knew now, without a shadow of a doubt…

The pleasure had just begun, we had only gotten started, and we would not rest until my husband had carved his shape into my ass and taught my body who it truly, fully and absolutely belonged to, and my body proved to his who was the sole and unique person who could claim his own body, as hers.

Together, we melted into each other, and shared pleasure and love that would keep us warm throughout the night.

At the end of the night, as we were about to succumb to the exhaustion we'd inflicted upon each other, both of us having surpassed the limits of our bodies, I spied the buttplug, on the floor near the bed, having fallen off of it at some point.

I stretched one of my chains, my chakra sluggish to respond, snatched it off the floor and brought it to my hand, presenting it to Minato.

He laughed, then, as I kissed his lips, and passed the toy to his hand. We squeezed together, and he wrapped his hands around me, giving him just about enough reach to slip the toy up my ass once more, plugging up my hole and ensuring the bounty he'd put inside me would stay there for the night.

I had slept with the plug inside before, but sleeping with his warm load within me was a new, and quite enjoyable, experience.

I kissed him once more, and we went to sleep, still intertwined.

Unfortunately, the cleanup would still be an absolute bitch, but even as I spent half an hour simply cleaning myself off of the activities of the night before, I could only feel a bone deep satisfaction that permeated my body.

It was time to start thinking of the next fun little activities of love we could engage in, together.