Hi everyone, sorry for the long break. I had a terrible case of writer's block. Thank you to those of you who have reviewed the last few chapters. You have had some good questions and I am more than happy to answer. I look forward to hearing everyone's thoughts! Please enjoy.

Hinata rushed into the hospital with a large tote bag slapping against her hip. The staff had been expecting her, so as soon as she was through the doors the Hyuga heiress was being led through the winding halls to Beki's room. The whole experience was a blur as Hinata's mind raced and her heart throbbed in her chest.

The jounin that had come to the house for Hinata had a hard time explaining exactly what happened. Apparently, the location Beki was being held at had been attacked by ronin. Beki was fine but they needed Hinata to bring her some clothes. Beyond that, the man had been useless for information. Hinata could only imagine what had happened to Beki and none of what she could come up with was good.

The nurse knocked on the door. Beki's voice called out for them to come in. She sounds fine, Hinata took a deep breath to calm herself. She walked in the room to find her friend sitting on the end of an exam table in a hospital gown.

"Did you bring me clothes?" Beki eyed the bag. "Thank God. If I ever have to wear a hospital gown after this I think I'd rather just run around nude."

Hinata held out the bag and Beki fished out its contents. "Beki, what happened?"

Beki looked up at Hinata and then averted her gaze to the clothes. "It turns out my uncle has been behind everything: my father's murder, my kidnapping, and apparently, he hired people to stage my suicide. Killing me wasn't enough. He wanted to drag my name through the mud, too. Make it look like I killed my father."

"That's horrible, Beki." Hinata watched her with concern. "Are you okay?"

Beki shrugged as she separated the clothes. "I'm beyond pissed but I'm alive. I'm grieving my father, I was treated like a criminal, and it was all because my own flesh and blood probably wanted to pry the ambassador position away from me or some other pretentious shit."

Hinata walked over and sat on the exam table. "I just have one more question: why didn't you have any clothes?"

"It's not that I didn't have clothes, it's just," Beki held up her hands and looked at the ceiling as she searched for the words. "I…I'll explain later. Just know that physically, I'm fine."

Hinata watched Beki's face carefully as she dressed. It appeared she was telling the truth; there were no bruises or scratches on Beki's body. As her friend, however, Hinata still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "You'll tell me when we get home, right?"

Beki heaved a sigh and nodded. "Yes, Hinata. I promise I'll tell you."

"The Hokage said she'll see you," Genma spat as he approached Sayuri's cell. "Get up."

Sayuri stretched languidly and rose from her cot as though it were the plushest bed in existence. "Finally. I thought I would die of old age in here."

Genma stared her down as she approached the bars with absolute hatred in his eyes.

"Well, aren't you going to let me out?" Sayuri blinked innocently, then shrugged. "Maybe you've forgotten your keys." She reached up and took ahold of the bars. There was a hissing sound as frost spread from the metal in her hands across the bars. Genma jumped back in surprise as Sayuri flicked the frozen bars and they shattered into frosty metal powder.

Sayuri turned her Cheshire grin on the startled guard as she stepped out of the cell. "There we go. Now lead the way."

Three jounin Sayuri didn't recognize escorted her from the jail to the Hokage's mansion. She sized them up and found them well within her ability to neutralize. She behaved herself through the duration of the walk. The lead guard mounted the steps ahead of them, announcing Sayuri at the door.

Finally, Sayuri popped her shoulder joints. I haven't tangled with a sanin in a while.

…

The woman that walked in the room should never have warranted her guard based on appearances. Sayuri was young, in her mid-twenties Tsunade guessed, who took good care of herself and had a generally pleasant look on her face. To a trained shinobi, however, it was obvious from the second she walked through the door that the black-haired woman was sinister. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees upon her arrival. Then again that could have been due to the malevolence of the chakra that seeped out of her body like a fog. The broad grin on Sayuri's face fell at the sight of Tsunade. She turned her gaze upon Shizune, her brow furrowing. "Where's the Hokage?"

"You're looking at her," Tsunade folded her arms.

Sayuri scoffed. "That can't be right."

"And why is that?" Tsunade walked around her desk to stare Sayuri down. Sayuri was nearly as tall in flats as Tsunade was in her heels and was completely unfazed by the sanin's close proximity.

"Senju Tsunade is in her fifties," Sayuri narrowed her eyes, examining Tsunade's face more closely. A small flicker of recognition darted through her eyes and a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Unless you're doing something extra to keep the crow's feet at bay."

Tsunade didn't honor her with an answer, which only encouraged the woman further. Sayuri gave her a friendly smile. "I can tell you my beauty secrets but I don't think they'll work for you- "

"I don't have time to play your games." Tsunade watched the woman closely. "From everything I've heard, you have been involved in countless unsavory activities in my village and I want to know what the hell is going on!"

"Where would you like me to start?" Sayuri smiled, holding up her hands in a gesture of submission. "I've been eager for us to have this conference. I'll tell you whatever you wish to know."

"How about we start with who you really are?" Tsunade asked. "It's clear you don't work for Yasahiro, so who you do work for and what your motive is would also be something you should share."

Sayuri gave a deep bow. "Asou Yukihana no Getsugakure. Lamentably I've been operating solo these last few months- "

"Don't lie to me." Tsunade stood at her full height and let some of her chakra loose so Sayuri could know who she was dealing with. "Asou Yukihana died twelve years ago. Tsukimori Seiichiro and I were old colleagues and I will not tolerate you trying to deceive his family."

"Twelve years ago, your former teammate came for my daughter," Sayuri's voice dropped dangerously low. "Orochimaru and I battled for hours but I was unarmed. I had worn through a fair portion of my chakra killing his men beforehand. I took a gamble and tried to lock him in an ice floe with me. When I woke up two months ago, I found myself alone in there. I guess the serpent was just too slippery."

"Other than your story, do you have any way to verify your identity?" Tsunade waved her hand at Sayuri. "Your story is a little too incredible to believe- "

"Lady Tsunade," Shizune whispered harshly from beside the door. "The ambassador from Getsu is here."

Sayuri's face broke into another conniving smile. "That wouldn't happen to be Ishida, would it? Bring him in."

Tsunade nodded and Shizune brought Ishida inside.

"Lady Hokage," Ishida gave a respectful bow as he entered. He scanned the room subconsciously, his face calm and his manner composed. The moment his eyes fell on Sayuri his complexion paled and he dropped his briefcase. "My God!"

Sayuri tossed her hair and flashed him a winning smile. "Long time, no see."

"This is impossible," Ishida scrambled for his briefcase, never once removing his sight from Sayuri. "You've been dead for twelve years!"

"This woman is claiming to be Asou Yukihana," Tsunade gestured towards Sayuri. "Are you corroborating her claims?"

Ishida stared silently at the woman for a long time. After a while, he shook his head slowly. "There's no mistaking it. I don't know how she's alive but it's Seiichiro's wife."

"I froze myself, Ishida," Yukihana scoffed. "It took a while for my power to run out and the jutsu to break."

Tsunade looked at the ambassador and he nodded. "It's completely unheard of but I believe it to be within her power."

Tsunade shook her head. "Alright, so we've confirmed that you are, in fact, Asou Yukihana. That doesn't explain what the hell you were doing, running around my village murdering people- "

"It was to protect my daughter," Yukihana's voice was firm, as steady as the Hokage's. Her self-satisfied grin had vanished and left a commanding sternness in its place. Her bright eyes shone so intensely the others were tempted to avert their eyes as she spoke. "When I returned to Getsugakure and discovered my husband had been murdered and my daughter was the chief suspect I set myself to work. I found Yasahiro's accomplices back in Getsugakure and interrogated them."

"Was it anyone in court?" Ishida dared to interrupt, to which Yukihana flashed him a dangerous look.

"Of course. Seiichiro's been rattling people's cages for years. I couldn't get much on the courtiers, per se, but their henchmen did a lot of singing. That's how I ended up in Konoha doing recon in that strip club."

"I'm assuming this 'Sunny' was an accomplice of Yasahiro's?" Tsunade asked.

"She was the go between. It was her job to pass on orders and intel between the sources in Getsugakure and the mercenaries here," Yukihana explained. "I tailed her, intercepted the information, and then eliminated the mercenaries."

"Which would cast suspicion on her and undermine the overall structure of the enterprise," Ishida shook his head. "Sorry, go on."

"I had been trying to lead your men to figuring out the conspiracy but unfortunately that didn't take," Yukihana shrugged. "I was forced to see the matter through myself."

"You like to speak condescendingly about my men but they accurately pegged you for a murderer," Tsunade folded her arms. "Which you have just confessed yourself."

Yukihana held out her hands before her. "Not a single Konoha shinobi or civilian was slain. Each of the victims in question were mercenaries and ronin conspiring with enemies of the crown. As a group, they murdered a respected ambassador of the king, which is punishable by death, and were intending to murder his heir and frame her for their deeds. All this so their man, a blood traitor and a fratricidal villain, could elevate himself to his niece's rightful position."

Tsunade turned her attention to Ishida. "What would Yasahiro have done had he succeeded Seiichiro?"

Ishida sighed and adjusted his glasses. "He more than likely would have cast the whole situation as your fault, Lady Hokage. Yasahiro is a conniving fox. He would have claimed your subpar security resulted not only in Seiichiro's death but Beki's as well."

Yukihana took on a pitying, mocking tone. "And he would have been oh so happy to cover it up for you. For a price."

Tsunade stared the woman down. She had singlehandedly undermined a conspiracy that would have put Konoha in an international hot seat. Yukihana had outwitted, outplayed, and outgunned an organization reached almost up to the crown itself. What she claimed were true: none of the victims were Konoha citizens and any panic she had caused was nowhere near what would have become of them had Yasahiro succeeded. "Release her bonds."

A smile flashed momentarily across Yukihana's face as the guards removed her bindings. Once free, Yukihana gave the Hokage a deep, theatrical bow. "Thank you, Lady Hokage."

Ishida cleared his throat. "So, this leads us to the matter of Miss Tsukimori herself."

"Yes," Tsunade crossed around behind her desk and took a seat. The stress of the situation was making her back ache and her temples throb. "Apparently, she has come into the full power of her kekke genkai. What can you tell me about the Burned Maiden?"

"They're stuff of legend," Ishida cautiously took a seat across from the desk, positioning himself so that he could keep an eye on Yukihana. "There isn't a living soul who has witnessed their power; the last known Burned Maiden perished a hundred years ago."

"My men who have seen Tsukimori in that form are more than concerned," Tsunade explained. "Are we certain she can control herself?"

"That's hard to say," Ishida adjusted in the uncomfortable chair. "Tsukimori exhibited excellent control of the Drowned Maiden, however the Burned Maiden is surely the most feared and powerful of the three lines. She has no training and no guidance in how to control it; also, having two active lines at once may affect her ability to control it."

"Not to mention seeing her father murdered," Tsunade sighed. "I imagine that would wreak havoc on even the soundest of psyches." She tapped her pen pensively on the desk. "I hate suggesting this, especially in this day and age, but would it be at all possible to seal her?"

"What, like a jinchuuriki?" Ishida scratched his chin. "Well, I suppose it would be possible- "

"Try it." Yukihana's sudden outburst caught them both off guard. The statement had been made with what sounded like a casual tone, but it left a threat hanging in the air that could not go ignored.

"Do you believe you have a say in this?" Tsunade gestured to herself and Ishida. "I am the Hokage and he is the voice of your King. Isn't it your duty to abide by our decision?"

"You can do whatever you wish," Yukihana folded her hands behind her. "Hokage sama."

Ishida looked back and forth between them. "Lady Asou, you have spent quite some time incarcerated. Perhaps you would like to go freshen up? I haven't had a chance to pay my respects to your husband. I can't imagine that with all you have been working on it would be possible for you have been able to, either."

Yukihana watched him carefully and although she didn't move there was a sensation of danger in the air. After a moment, she relaxed and shook her head. "You're right. I have other things to do. I trust that you'll keep everyone's best interest in mind, Ishida."

Yukihana bowed and walked out of the office, a free woman. Tsunade immediately turned her attention to Ishida. "Who does she think she is?"

"She wasn't threatening you," Ishida watched the door. "You don't…you can't think of her as an average person." He looked at the Hokage. "I'm sure over the years you got to know Seiichiro fairly well."

"I would say we were friends, yes." Tsunade shook her head. "What does that have to do with this?"

"Seiichiro was the kind of man that if you crossed him, he would hunt you to the ends of the earth," Ishida smiled affectionately. "He saved my reputation while on one of his witch hunts, rooting out corruption in the capital. He would make a case and put the information out there, ruining people for their misdeeds."

"Once again, Ishida, I have to ask how that applies to this situation?" Tsunade pressed her hands to her temples.

"Yukihana is not that way. She was raised to be a head priestess, to be the voice of righteousness and a purveyor of divine will. She is incredibly intelligent and highly educated. She's the kind of person that everything has come easily to. All that entitlement came together to create a lethal, self-righteous storm," Ishida explained. "If you cross her, she would feel no remorse carving through you and whoever tried to come between you." Ishida's voice dropped. "And she would enjoy every minute of it."

Tsunade considered him for a moment and sighed. "So, what does this mean for you? Are you going to have to write up some report that Asou Yukihana came back from the dead and bring it to the king?"

"If you wouldn't mind," Ishida's face paled. "I would rather we keep this contained. As far as the records go, no matter who she claims to be, please uphold that this woman is just the stripper, 'Sayuri'."

"Isn't word going to get out that she's Asou Yukihana?" Tsunade furrowed her brow. "Won't that make you look like a liar?"

"Rumors about a woman who resembles a shinobi who died twelve years ago will be of no substance in the court, especially after such a great shake up," Ishida explained. "However, if I were to report Yukihana was alive…"

"They would call you a madman?" Tsunade rested her face on her chin.

"No," Ishida shook his head. "They would put that monster back out into the field and I could never forgive myself."

…

Hatake Kakashi stood before the fallen shinobi monument with a deadened, faraway look in his eyes. The breeze that gently rustled the trees took some of the edge off the stifling summer heat but Kakashi felt none of it. It was on quiet days like this one that he was chased most aggressively by his demons, shadows of his lost loved ones lurking around every corner and behind every tree. He thought of what was and what could have been. He wondered about how he could avoid allowing his mistakes to be repeated by his students. He was tormented by the thought that no matter how much good he did, there was nothing that could ever wash away the blood on his hands.

"Son of a whore," A familiar voice drew him unpleasantly back to reality. The woman stumbling through the bushes was not dressed for the hike through the brush to reach the monument. Her long cotton dress had clearly caught branches several times. Snags and tears had left the hem tattered and ragged. She carried a large paper sack in each of her hands, one of which was clearly a bottle of alcohol. "What the hell is that face for?" the woman barked at him, nearly losing the cigarette balancing on her lip.

"The picnic grounds are over that way," Kakashi gestured closer to town.

"I know where I am," She grumbled, clearly halfway in the bottle already. "This hunk of rock is supposed to be for all the dead shinobi, right?"

"Yes," Kakashi furrowed his brow. "All the Konoha shinobi who have died in action-"

"Well, look," She pointed at him and he could hear the bottle sloshing. "My best friend is dead and I don't have a body to go visit, okay? So this monunment-" she gestured to the rock disdainfully. "Is going to have to do because it's the closest thing to sacred ground I could find."

Kakashi had met the woman twice. On both occasions, at the strip club and in battle, she had been poised and composed always. Here at the monument, however, she was nothing more than an angry drunk. "I'll leave you to your mourning, then." He began to walk away and felt her eyes on his back. Once he reached the edge of the clearing, her attention turned back to the monument.

"Alright, Seii kun," Yukihana sighed as she settled on the ground with her back against a tree. She began to fish around in the bags. "This is the best sake I could find. It's more expensive than the swill we used to drink; I figured as you got older your taste in booze matured, too." She poured some out on the soil beside her. Yukihana set the bottle aside and fished out a small bowl and a box of incense. "And this is the closest I could find to what we always burned at the shrine." She used the end of her cigarette to light the incense and placed it in the bowl. Yukihana sat in silence, staring off towards home. "You know, it really pisses me off. I gave my life to save you and Haruka. Then, I come back and find out that you had up and died. I mean, you apparently became this hardened badass but also were a respectable character at the same time. What the hell, Seii? I feel like if you had been alive, you would have been too good for me now."

She sighed and took a swig off the bottle. "They're going to nail me so hard for public intoxication. I can just feel it."

…

Beki hovered over the papers, holding her temples as she read. She had been looking at the same letter for a half hour straight but the words wouldn't stick in her mind. Beki would read a paragraph and zone out, forgetting its contents only to have to repeat the process. "This is hopeless," She sighed, leaning back in her chair, and putting her hands over her eyes.

Ever since she had come home from the hospital, Beki had felt like she was living in a fishbowl. She could always feel someone's eyes on her, like they were waiting for her to snap. All she wanted was to establish a new normal, to throw herself body and soul into her work so she didn't have to deal with Seiichiro's death. But every worried look Hinata threw her, every cup of tea Naruto dropped off at her side, was a reminder that she was broken and everyone knew it.

"Hey, Beki," Hinata's infuriatingly gentle voice called out from the stairwell. "Are you hungry?"

"No, Hinata, I'm fine," Beki said, her tone a little too short.

Hinata winced. "You know I'm only asking because I care about you-"

"You care too much, you and everybody else," Beki glowered. "I don't know how the hell I'm ever supposed to feel normal again if everyone keeps treating me like I'm made out of glass."

"What do you want me to do, Beki?" Hinata finished coming down the stairs. "I'm worried sick about you and all you do is avoid me! I would take it personally but you don't talk to anyone, you don't leave the house, you aren't being yourself! I just want to help you!"

"How could you help me, Hinata?" Beki stood up so suddenly it nearly knocked the chair over. "You're the one always getting rescued, who always has the safety net in place so nothing truly terrible ever fucking happens to you!" Beki seethed and felt her skin getting hot. The sudden rush of powerful emotion made her feel nauseous and set her head spinning. Beki cast her gaze down at her feet. "I can't even stand looking at you," She said half to Hinata and half to herself as she turned and ran out the door, almost knocking Neji over as he approached the house.

"What was that about?" Neji asked, watching after Beki. He turned to look at Hinata, her eyes filled with tears and her lip quivering. Neji's brow furrowed and he frowned. "Excuse me, Lady Hinata," He said as he turned around and stormed out the door after Beki.

…

Beki had found a quiet spot under a tree in the courtyard where she could hide away. Before she had a chance to sit on the cool dirt, a hand wrapped around her shoulder and spun her violently. Beki was barely able to keep her balance, which wasn't made any easier by the furious look on Neji's face.

"You go back there and you apologize to Lady Hinata right now," Neji pointed back towards the house.

"I…I can't. I can't go back there." Beki shook her head.

"I don't care how angry you are right now, you swallow that down and be a damned adult," Neji stormed. "Lady Hinata loves you more than anyone in his whole village. How dare you treat her that way!"

"I know." Beki stared at her feet. "That's…that's why I can't go back."

Neji shook his head. "You aren't making any sense."

"I…I can't." Beki shook her head and bit her lip as she fought back the nausea.

"Use your words, Tsukimori," Neji grabbed her arm and gave her a tug. "Come on. I'll drag you if I have to."

They had only gone a few feet when Beki spoke, her voice so soft he nearly missed it: "I hate myself."

Neji stopped and stood there, unsure of how to reply. He slowly looked over her shoulder at her. Beki was staring at her feet, tears streaming down her face.

"Why would you say such a thing?" Neji softened his hold on her arm.

"I'm a terrible, worthless person," Beki's voice was flat and emotionless, as though she were repeating known facts. "I'm nothing but a rotten failure who spells nothing but disaster for everyone around me."

"That isn't true." Neji fought the urge to brush the tears out of her eyes, settling for gently stroking her arm. "You couldn't help what happened to your parents-"

"If I had been stronger and smarter I could have saved my dad," Beki was shaking. "I could have at least stopped Yasahiro. My dad was a hero, Neji. He should be alive, not me. He was so much more important than I am-" Beki dissolved into sobs for the first time. It was the shameless, childlike depth of sorrow that reaches right down to the soul.

Neji reached out and pulled her to him, squeezing her tight against his chest. Beki gasped for air between sobs, triggering an unfortunately timed case of hiccups. "Shh," He cradled her head as he held her. "You're all right." He held her until she had calmed somewhat and gave her a reassuring hug. "Come on. Let's get you inside."

When they walked through the door of Hinata's house, they found Hinata sitting on the couch hugging a pillow, her nose and cheeks a rosy pink from sniffing away the tears. The second Beki laid eyes upon her the waterworks started up again.

"I'm sorry, Hinata,"

Hinata saw Beki start to cry and couldn't keep her own tears welled away any longer. "It's okay Beki,"

Beki came running over to her friend like an injured child and Hinata threw aside the pillow to make room for her. Beki buried her face in Hinata's neck and let the tears flow. "I'm so sorry I took my anger out on you Hinata. I'm just so frustrated at how useless I am and how much I miss my dad."

"It's okay, Beki, I don't blame you," Hinata held her tight. "I know you're in a lot of pain."

"This is all my fault," Beki cried. "My dad is dead and I wasn't smart enough to save him!"

"Your uncle tricked a lot of people Beki," Hinata stroked her hair. "No one blames you. Don't think for a moment your father was upset with you, either."

Naruto came down the stairs to find out what the commotion was about. Once he saw the girls he sighed and headed for the door with Neji.

"I'm glad they're talking again," Naruto shook his head. "It was like a border standoff around here."

"I think they'll be okay now," Neji sighed as he opened the door. "Let's go get them some food."

…

Yukihana sat at the counter of the diner on the stool closest to the entrance. Her hair had fallen out of her braid into her face, partially concealing the red bags around her eyes. She had exhausted herself crying. Ishida had been right: Yukihana had been so transfixed on saving Haruka and avenging Seiichiro it hadn't caught up with her yet. The conspiracy being unhooded left Yukihana to face some harsh facts. Soon, she would have to face Haruka. She would have to figure out what to tell her, what to say, and it was all very intimidating. The utter failure and rejection she would have to place in her teenage daughter's hands was something Yukihana seldom had to deal with. Her daughter's opinion was one of two Yukihana had ever truly cared about. The other fact she had to deal with at last was she would have to face everything alone from now on.

The fighting came easy. Yukihana was at her best when she was outnumbered and her back was against the wall. The hard part would be dealing with people. She was just beginning to ruminate on those thoughts when a voice interrupted her:

"I finally figured out where I remembered you from."

Yukihana looked over her shoulder at the silver haired man. "That was a terrible pickup line. Go back and start over with something clever this time."

The man tossed a book on the counter next to her and Yukihana's eyes widened. As she opened the worn cover and turned the yellowed newspaper pages, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Where did you find this dinosaur?"

"It was my fathers," Kakashi sat down on the stool beside her.

"Who was he? Some wanna-be bounty hunter?" Yukihana peered at the page with her picture on it, then Seiichiro's picture beside hers.

"No," Kakashi folded his hands on the counter. "He's in there, too."

Yukihana furrowed her brow and smirked, her interest piqued. "Who was your old man, then?"

"The White Fang," Kakashi said casually, although he watched her face for a reaction.

"No kidding," Yukihana chuckled and shook her head. "I always wanted to take him on."

"Why is that? Konoha and Getsu weren't at war at the time," Kakashi asked.

Yukihana shook her head. "I wasn't in the thick of it for king and country. I fought to test myself, to pit my metal against the best. Your father was a cleaver of men, an apex predator." She shook her head. "What did him in? Mission gone awry?"

"Something like that," Kakashi shrugged.

"Shame. He was hot." Yukihana sighed and Kakashi shot her a strange look. "What? Just because he's your father doesn't make it a lie."

Kakashi gave a soft chuckle. "Is this the sort of thing you'll talk about with Beki?"

"Way to pop my balloon there, pal." Yukihana scoffed and settled back onto her elbows. "I haven't gotten that far yet."

"You've been in town for months and haven't talked to your daughter?" Kakashi gave her a quizzical look. "How can that be, when you were so ready to take on hordes of ronin for her?"

Yuki sighed. "Stabbing I can do. I'm having trouble figuring out what to say."

"Were you deep undercover somewhere?" Kakashi folded his arms on the counter. "Seiichiro was pretty convincing-"

"I thought I was dead." Yukihana ran her fingers through the hair of her crown. "I was locked in ice for twelve years. When I got out I came looking for everyone. Seiichiro was dead and Haruka was getting framed for it. I figured keeping her alive came first and I would figure out the introductions later."

"It isn't my place to give you advice but sooner is probably better," Kakashi offered. "The girl thinks she's an orphan after all. Maybe being reunited with her long-lost mother might soften the blow somewhat."

"Ugh, all right, dad," Yukihana stood and stretched. She pulled a wad of money out of her pocket and put it on the counter. Leftovers from her days at the strip club, Kakashi shook his head.

"Thanks for the trip down memory lane," Yukihana pointed to the Bingo Book. "Seeing that makes me feel like all of that really did happen."

He gave her a nod as she walked out and looked down at the picture in the Bingo Book. He chuckled and closed the book, tucking it in his back pocket as the waiter came around for his order. It was a strange thought, that he had met the Yukionna his father had talked about all those years ago.