"Don't improvise what you cannot handle."
Madara Uchiha
She ran and ran. Running as fast as her legs could carry her. Sharp draws and inhales cradled her burning lungs, filling her legs thick with lactic acid with much desired and needed fuel. It'd be impossible to keep this pace forever, she knew it was so and certain, but she pressed on. Willing herself to continue the irate and dangerous trek, sand thick in her socks and flopping about in her long hair.
I won't die. I won't die. She chanted over and over, like a mantra. It was a useless endeavor, she couldn't outrun or outwit her pursuers, she knew it all too well at this point in her life; she was but a dove in a swarm of vultures.
Another hasty step. Her body almost gave out, but her spirit was stronger. She was close now, just a few miles ahead... Sand country, the heart of the entire region... Where the Uchiha and Domou were prowling about the outskirts, killing anyone foolhardy enough to trespass. Maybe her pursuers would stop their chase when she got close enough, maybe not, but she knew for certain that she'd outlast this hump in the road... She had to.
"Stop, you damn monk!"
"Tell us what you really protect in the Wind country!"
Why did things like this always happen to her...
Why did she disguise herself as a traveling monk?
Yuko woke with a start. Her right hand immediately darting to her waist to grasp a shuriken or her sword. Her sword was situated against the wall, her utility belt beside her bed. Instincts took over in that moment, and she made a tight fist with her left hand. She was half expecting something to be going on or an attack, but relaxed taking note of the room she and Ahiko shared. One sigh of weariness broke free from her tense lips as she glanced outside, the usual noises and commotions greeting her ears that consisted of mostly hustle and bustle and constant chatter... Not explosions and battle cries.
Thank goodness.
It was becoming a norm for her to hear those rattling booms and piercing howls of anger, hate, and death all mixing into one loud chorus that deafened everything including her own thoughts.
It looked like there was going to be no end in sight to this whole thing. Of course, nobody wanted to talk things out-or handle things diplomatically, they'd fight to the death sooner than they'd sit down and drink tea. She was really getting tired of killing.
Yuko pushed the thought away to a dark place in the back of her mind. She had her orders and she'd follow them, that's all she could do right now. Anything less wasn't going to do any good and anything more wasn't needed. She had to do her own part. "Ahiko-chan, it's time to wake up." She said groggily, still half asleep herself as she climbed out of her perch stretching her arms wide above her head.
She glanced towards the other side of the room, head tilting just slightly as she noted the futon was made and relatively neat. Ahiko wasn't lying there, obviously. Shaking her head at how she'd missed that she quickly moved towards her bag changing into a pair of black trousers and a blue low collared short, her armor remaining in its place since she didn't need it. And, she'd look awfully silly walking around with it on.
"Yuko-san." The door slid open. Aya strolled in slowly, bowing her head as she slid the door shut. "Oh, you're awake. Did I disturb you?
"Aya-san." Yuko turned towards her, a small smile gracing her face. "No, you didn't disturb me." another thought came to mind but she shuffled it away. "Where did Ahiko go?"
"She left a few hours ago, didn't give a lot of details on where she was going..." She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. It wasn't her place to be privy about such things, but Ahiko usually let her know where it was she was going and what she had to do. "Souji, I believe was here along with Madara." She suppressed a shiver, being in the presence of those two was... Unsettling. One's face was set in a permanent scowl and the other was stony.
"I see, thank you." Yuko nodded at her.
"Would you like me to prepare the bath for you?"
"No thank you." Yuko smiled at her gratefully. It'd do no good to take a bath now when there was a high chance she'd have to be out fighting within a few hours, and she already got a good bath in last night.
"I'll have yours and Ahiko-san's clothes washed by midday." Aya bowed, excusing herself.
Walking through the massive castle alone gave her time to think. Anyone that passed along her noted that there seemed to be a blank expression in her eyes. Uchiha and Domou gave her impassive or curious stares, some didn't particularly care one way or another and walked passed her continuing to go about their duties. Yuko didn't like having time to think, she had far too many thoughts and questions, a lot of them ones she didn't wish to entertain at the moment.
If Madara and Souji got Ahiko then there is only one place she could be, and that was where they held their meetings about their next move or any new information that needed to be debriefed would be debriefed in great detail.
"Yuko, there you are. What are you doing wandering around?" Mitsuki, in all her fiery glory made her presence known several meters in front of her with Hikaku close to her side looking rather annoyed. She hastened her steps to close the gap between them, there was a sense of urgency in her swift movements.
"She was probably lost." Hikaku replied dryly.
"I guess, everything looks the same in this place depending where you are." Mitsuki shrugged. "Doesn't this guy ever do renovating?"
"You're getting off focus." Hikaku let out a sigh. "You never cease to amaze or surprise me at this point, Mitsuki."
"I'm saying what needs to be said!" Mitsuki glowered at him for a moment, not taking kindly to his remark.
"Anyways... Yuko, you are needed immediately." Hikaku steered the topic conversation back on track, eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at Yuko for a moment. He'd just deal with Mitsuki later. "Mikito is about to go over a few things and she wants you to be present." He didn't know the details of what the leader of the Domou wanted them to do, but Madara was backing her up on the whole thing so it wasn't his place to argue or question it. It had to be something important at the very least that needed their direct attention. "So, if you will, follow me."
Yuko hastily followed after the duo wordlessly.
Madara didn't like tardiness at all, and even though Izuna wasn't as serious as his older brother, if the situation called for it he could be even more serious. She didn't want to get on the bad side of them, and now of all times she couldn't be idle.
Her mind jumbled and raced, pushing through a million scenarios, possibilities of what Mikito could be about to say to them. It was important, and Mikito never wasted her time speaking unless it was something very important that demanded the utmost attention. It led to another thousand different scenarios all of them spiraling downhill faster than the next.
"We're here." Hikaku slid open the door with a slow flick of his wrist, without pause he entered the room with the same impassive expression taking a seat.
Mitsuki followed close behind, sliding the door shut before she gestured Yuko to sit down.
Yuko complied finding a seat and letting her eyes dart around the room. Izuna. Mikito. Aito. Yuto. Hikaku. Mitsuki. Souji. Shin. Masa. Isamu. Misaka. And a tall, but lean Uchiha shinobi with medium length black spiky hair she vaguely recognized but couldn't remember his name for the life of her were all seated with varying expressions. Some tense, some stern, and some impassive.
Immediately several gazes darted towards her. Yuko adjusted herself slowly, noting that Ahiko wasn't present and felt a slight pang of worry. Where did that bubbly girl go off to? She tried to sink into her seat as far as she could. It wasn't much, but the gazes that lingered on her slowly dissipated returning back to the table before them or around the room.
"Is everyone here?" Izuna asked, letting his gaze sweep around the room one last time.
"Yes, with Yuko now present, everyone is accounted for." Souji replied succinctly. He turned his focus onto Mikito. "We can begin. Sister..."
Mikito nodded slightly, staying silent for a few moments. "You all are curious why I called this meeting today..." She paused, watching a few of those seated nod in response. "I'll get right to it then and waste little time. If you have any questions, please wait until I am finished speaking to ask them. Now, the reason I called this meeting this morning is to inform you all that there will be a change in our patrols..."
She gauged all of their reactions silently, a steady gaze on all those gathered "They will become more frequent from here on out, with the bulk of our focus now concentrated outside of these walls with recent events we can't afford to let our focus stray from inside these walls. There may be those who are not foolish enough to tread near this territory and try to enter it with devious and villainous intentions in mind, but there will also be those who have such intentions and will show no caution, in order to prevent this from happening we will need to tighten things more than we have."
"I agree." Isamu said with a small nod.
Madara nodded in agreement.
"It is prudent that we take the measures now." Shin agreed quietly. "Before something happens and we have to scramble."
"I don't have any objections." Mitsuki shrugged absentmindedly.
"I do have a question." Aito said.
Mikito nodded.
"Why are we going to put more effort into patrols if we've got the Senju and Subatsu to combat against as well as the Sarutobi and Hyuga?" Aito poised the question coolly, crossing his arms over his chest. It would be a good plan if they didn't have these clans to focus on-that could and would attack any second of any day, but as it stood they couldn't divide their focus.
"By now the recent events that have taken place here have become widespread." Mikito said bluntly, slowly crossing her arms over her chest. "While there will be many won't tread here fearing the consequences of doing so... There will also be those who still decide to do such a thing, with our focus solely concentrated against outside forces... We won't be able to react if there is an internal strike."
"More over." Izuna spoke up. "There will be those who will take advantage of this... Knowing that we have to combat against these other clans would mean our focus diverts from them almost entirely onto the Senju and such, giving them more than enough space and time to come up with some sort of plan to attack us and catch us-by extension off guard. With so many fights going on outside of these walls as well as myself being out there, it will leave this place relatively unguarded..." He paused, eyes narrowing briefly. "The Sand country is said to be the heart of this entire region for centuries, and if you attack the heart directly..."
"The rest of the body will shut down." Mikito finished, brows furrowing. A blow to the heart was the most ideal tactic, it'd be messy and grizzly but it ended the fight within that single instant. Attack the heart and even the most powerful and strong willed would crumble like dust. If the Sand country was decimated, no doubt this entire region would crumble making the sand look like monuments.
"Do you suspect something, Mikito?" Misaka asked, carefully staring at the younger woman. More than aware of where the tone of this conversation was heading to.
"I know that if I wanted to make a move... I'd wait until all of my foes and potential foes were fighting each other, they're all wounded and weary, their focus is divided and therefore not concrete. Slipping into that small window of time wouldn't be extremely hard, and once I'm in I'd be at leisure to tear them apart from the inside out. From there I could do anything I so desired. Whether that is to ravage and destroy or stabilize." Mikito mused.
"I see..." Misaka nodded in understanding. "Let them fight. Their focus remains divided, while they continue to focus on the outside they forget to protect the inside becoming bedraggled, they can't react in time. Being so disheveled they can't defend let alone attack, their heart remains open..."
"Yes." Madara nodded with a serious gaze, glancing at Mikito for a moment. Quite perceptive...
"The Hatake or Nara wouldn't bother doing such a thing." The tall and lean Uchiha shinobi said stoically. "And, those Sarutobi are bold enough to launch a frontal attack."
"Bunji, that isn't the point. It's just not limited to those three clans." Izuna said in a serious tone. "We all know the Hatake and Nara wouldn't bother doing such a thing, both of these clans are sharp. But, that's not to say other shinobi or mercenary clans won't take this approach." The Hatake were some of the best trackers out there, added with their usage of ninja hounds that only tripled their natural aptitude for tracking. Then, there was the Nara who were all intelligence and cunning, feared for their secret shadow jutsu; they'd know if the Nara were intending to attack and the Hatake would be distinguished with their bone white or silver hair.
"Be that as it may, is it really wise to invest our focus more in here than out there?"
"It is not wise to ask such flippant questions." Madara bit out, tone harsh and biting, his Sharingan activating in a pool of crimson. Bunji tensed just slightly. "Remember, our mission is to see to it this place remains free as does its citizens. The Senju and Subatsu would only show up in due time, there was no preventing that. The Sarutobi have been aggressive as of late, but that is nothing out of the ordinary, and the Shimura have been oddly silent as of late..." He let his stern gaze sweep the room, allowing his glare to linger on Bunji. "If the Grass village is anything to go by, internal attacks can and will happen... We have to remain vigilante to prevent them from happening. This would mean increasing our patrols, therefore I am in agreement with Mikito." He nodded stiffly. "Patrols will increase."
Bunji nodded slowly.
"I have no objections." Masa inclined her head for a second. "We already know what we're dealing with out there, but everything within is a mystery. The damiyo does have that standing order to allow all merchants and traders in the village without searching them or their goods, and by this extension any civilian or shinobi can get in without much issue. There could already be a few dozen within these walls just due to this order. It wouldn't take much for them to disguise themselves and have some goods to provide good cover."
The statement caused many to stiffen just slightly. It wouldn't be so far fetched if someone slipped passed them, using the damiyo's standing order in their favor.
Hikaku pressed his lips into a thin line. "You're anticipating an attack."
Mikito nodded grimly.
"I understand, I'll do whatever it is you see fit in that case." Hikaku said with a small nod. Now that he had an idea of the severity of this meeting being called, and what could happen, he had nothing else to add.
Yuko stiffened a bit. If even one ninjutsu was executed like in the recent battle half of this place was going to be up in smoke. This is outrageous! She thought, tensely crossing her arms, hoping to knead the tension from her figure with the gesture. "It seems that our hands are tied."
"Indeed, but once we have enough evidence or this internal attack happens things will change." Izuna said, resolute. "It can be argued the damiyo's folly and ridiculous order are to blame for this, despite his best intentions to give those who need shelter just that... There are those who are opportunistic and will twist this into their advantage."
"Which brings me to my next point..." Mikito paused for a moment. "I figure that the attack will happen in two or three days... With the fact that we're waiting for our reinforcements to get here along with our division leaders respectively, it could happen even sooner than that. We look to them-to be at our weakest right now, and so they'll take the risk of mounting an attack in the hopes of catching us all off guard." Mikito kept her tone level and steady, not allowing her inner thoughts to sway her voice. "They are expecting that we keep our focus out there, they're betting on it. Hoping that we do."
There would always be battles fought outside of the walls, but there would also be battles fought within in the walls, there was no way to divide focus in that case. One wasted second would mean the end. The only way to prevent it from happening was to latch down before it even got into process, and if it was already halfway there, then this would draw out those subtle signs that someone was scheming and was trying to cover it with a placid mask. The signs would present themselves.
"So, do we just continue our patrols like usual?" Mitsuki asked.
"Yes." Mikito nodded. "But, there will be an increase in them for the next couple of days, and you are to watch out for anything that is even remotely suspicious. I don't care if it is just your hunch or something minuscule you are to tell me. That goes for all of you, bring it to my attention, Madara's, Izuna's, or Souji's."
"I gotcha." Mitsuki nodded with an easy smile. It wouldn't take too long then, since Hikaku had a good eye for these sort of things.
"Are there any other questions?" Madara gazed around the room. Only silence greeted his ears. "You're all dismissed. Misaka and Aito you two will continue as usual. Hikaku and Mitsuki the same to you. Yuko, you can take the day off." He gauged her reaction with scrutiny, only getting a small frown, though her eyes shined with something akin to displeasure. As long as she followed her orders he could let it go, she made Izuna happy after all.
"But, Madara-sama I-"
"You have the day off." He repeated a bit more sternly.
"You've definitely earned it, Yuko-chan." Izuna said, clearing the air of Madara's sternness. "Have some fun, get some rest."
"Okay." She nodded in resignation.
"Shin, Isami, and Masa I want you three to divide a unit. This village is quite massive and we're going to need to cover a lot of ground very fast, don't overlook anything or anyone." Mikito said seriously. "Bunji and Yuto I'd like you both to keep a constant sweep of our perimeters with your own units. At this point nobody is above suspicion, I want you to be the eyes and ears so to speak, if something doesn't seem right you are to report it in that instant..." She paused letting the serious atmosphere swell around them, and let the thoughts linger. Nobody bothered to move. "All of you, continue on as if it is just another day. We will find whoever is plotting an internal attack in a matter of time, let them continue on as if we're oblivious. They will be bound to slip up sooner rather than later."
"It will be done." Bunji said with a steady nod.
"Understood." Yuto nodded.
"Yes!" Several shouts of agreement chorused as everyone gathered save for Madara, Izuna, Souji, and Mikito rose up from their seats and exited promptly. With another objective to be taken care of they hastened their steps.
"You are quite the speaker, Mikito." Izuna said cheerfully, eyeing her for a moment as she returned his gaze with one of her own.
"I only say what needs to be said." Mikito looked at him blankly. She wasn't in the mood for his games.
"You are truly a modest woman." Izuna chuckled softly, he couldn't fault Mikito for being so soft spoken and honest. "Souji, I hope you don't mind patrolling the outskirts by yourself today. I've got to scope around the village."
"I can handle it. Just handle things here while I'm away." He said with a slow nod, rising up from his seat and exiting the room silently with Izuna following closely after him, dispersing once they got in the hallway.
Madara smirked to himself casting a glance in Mikito's direction. She never failed to impress him, and it was always when he least expected it that she managed to pull it off. For being a bleeding heart she was very quick to layout a plan and work out the nuances of it in the span of a few seconds, and then set that plan into motion. She had an extreme and acute intuition. Very perceptive. She seen things from a bigger picture and looked the underneath of the underneath of the underneath. In general it'd be close to impossible to get around her. She was always aware. "That is quite the plan you came up with just now, even I can't find any faults in it." He smirked, quite impressed.
"Thank you for supporting me." Mikito said sincerely, her focused expression melting into a softer one as she met Madara's steady crimson gaze.
"I can't find any faults in it, and we can't let ourselves lax. The moment we do is the moment we lose." Madara shrugged lightly, as if that explained it all. "But, I must say for being a bleeding heart this is quite a ruthless approach." Not that he honestly minded that in the least. Treading on the outskirts of this territory was a death sentence in itself, coming within the walls and trying to launch an attack whoever was so bold deserved to have their head put on a stake.
"I will not let them have their way." Mikito scowled. "They know full well the consequences they're going to face, I won't give them any sympathy or empathy."
His smirk could only widen at the proclamation. Mikito did have quite a mean streak when she really let it shine through, she just wasn't all flowery words like him. Who would use every chance he got to settle things diplomatically.
Mikito knew when it was time to talk and when it was time to take action, she wasn't going to waste her time trying to convince those foolhardy and obstinate. She'd act swiftly and without discrimination. "Really, and here I thought you'd offer them a truce or some stupid crap like that." He chuckled, watching her scowl for a moment. Feathers ruffled. "But, I prefer this route more than that frivolous one. I'm with you to the very end."
"Your sarcasm has been noted." Mikito said with a slight shake of her head, though she couldn't hide the smile that graced her face. A truce, that was beyond laughable at this point. "I'll leave you to tend to your tasks, again, thank you for your support." Her words were so sincere and piercing, her smile beaming just as the sun beamed against the side of her face, casting a mysterious glow over her eyes shimmering with emotion secluded by her long bangs. "If you need me I'll be in our room getting ready." She excused herself gracefully, striding towards the door with precise steps, stopping when she heard Madara's quick footsteps behind her.
"Madara?"
"I'll accompany you." He said vaguely. His voice nor expression giving anything away.
Mikito studied him closely, shrugging after a moment. Madara was quite hard to read, even after all the time they spent together he was still a puzzle that couldn't be entirely put together. He seemed uncaring and aloof, but he was so passionate and devout, he was a sensitive man who could read his surroundings, but also had a horrible temper that couldn't be contained. Perhaps he covered it all up with the uncaring and aloof mask. "Okay." She said softly, striding out of the room and making her way towards their shared room.
Madara slid the door shut and followed after his wife... His wife. He smiled faintly. He never imagined he'd be married to such a powerful and fine woman. He always thought he'd marry within the clan to a woman he could just tolerate, he'd lead a normal family life, have a few children and train them to be powerful shinobi to follow in his footsteps and carry on his legacy. He couldn't exactly love the woman with all of his heart, but she'd have a place in it certainly, and he'd dote on his children every chance he got.
But, that was thrown to the wayside and flipped over on its head a million times over.
Mikito was his wife, and he knew he wouldn't be able to live out what he thought would be. It wouldn't be normal or typical between them, it'd be anything but... They were both warriors, resolved in their respective paths, always striving to do their best for their clans and siblings, protecting them earnestly and loving them without reservations; they fought side by side constantly always keeping an eye on the other if only for a fleeting second. They had a mutual respect for each other's skills and prowess. He admired her sincerity and she admired his devotion.
Yes, it wouldn't be what he imagined growing up, but he'd set down the path to the very end.
He made his promise to her just as she made her promise to him. A promise made in blood.
"I was going to prepare for a small mission." Mikito's soft voice broke him out of his deep thoughts.
"Oh, what does this mission entail?" His interest thoroughly piqued, he crossed his strong arms over his chest.
"Nothing too dangerous, just a little reconnaissance around the outskirts." Mikito gently slid open the door to their room, stepping in first and moving towards the bed before plopping down.
"Not too dangerous?" Madara questioned smartly.
"No, not for me." Mikito smirked at him unable to help herself.
There a bout of silence. Madara took notice of her attire and the high collar covering the nape of her neck. "You're wearing that shirt I made you." He noted with appreciation and some pride.
"Of course! It took me a while to wash the blood out so it didn't stain the fabric." Mikito replied in a chipper tone. It had been his gift to her for the sword she got him, though it didn't quite measure up to the cost of the sword she wasn't so fickle. Madara took his time and focus into crafting this shirt for her, and it wasn't something Madara would just do for anyone. It surprised her he did such a thing for her. "I think it's a great fit, I really like the sleeves." She waved her hands around for emphasis, both of them covered in the baggy sleeves that cut through the air hiding her hands from view.
"It does fit you." Madara agreed, quickly making his way to the bed as he felt his chest constrict. It truly satisfied him Mikito wore it with such pride and vigor, such a simple thing made her so happy. He turned over so he could face her, Mikito's face set into one of deep thought and concentration as she began digging through her things setting her two swords to her side. A longing expression began coming over his face. He never thanked her properly for what she got him, never thanked her properly for staying with him and accepting him, he didn't thank her enough let alone properly.
She could have slipped through his grasp at anytime... It brought a severe unsettling feeling, he didn't want her to go.
Mikito kneaded her fingers for a moment. He wasn't exactly calling her beautiful, but he was still complimenting her appearance and figure. He liked it. She found herself smiling ear to ear, she may be a kunoichi and never cared to be the most feminine, but hearing it from her husband was... Enthralling. "Thank you." She turned around to address him, one hand gently clasping the bed sheet as she supported her weight against it, and one startled gasp escaping her lips as she felt Madara's calloused hands cup both of her cheeks. "M-Madara. I have to prepare. This is important!" Her voice wavered before rising suddenly.
He found joy in her scarlet face, and reaction, but chose not to comment on it. Instead he leaned closer capturing her lips momentarily. "This is part of it."
Mikito gulped down a lump lodged in her throat, only for another to take its place and bulge out against it. It was impossible to breathe, her mouth got dry, and her heart thumped rampantly in her chest. Hopefully Madara couldn't hear it, but since she could hear it in her ears and thudding in her throat, he was almost certain able to hear it. He could probably feel it for that matter. "Madara... I don't think it is."
"We have a little time." Madara said with a mysterious expression, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her forward until she was pressed against his chest. She didn't offer any resistance against his strong grasp, letting him pull her to his heart's content. "Right?"
Mikito nodded, one hand delving into his thick hair. She just couldn't let him have his way! "Of course, husband. But, I must ask what brought this on all of the sudden?" She looked into his onyx black eyes, shimmering with... A torrent of emotions that almost took her breath away. "Usually we're not this close."
Madara fought off a blush, keeping his expression the same as before. "Mikito, I am your husband. I have needs..." The first time they made love it was blind with passion and vigor, Mikito wanted to consummate their marriage and he had been taken so off guard he just went with it like a raging inferno tempted and spurred by wind she fed his passion and desire.
If he had to be honest he wanted to do it again, there was nothing more euphoric than feeling that pent up release-his worries and everything else vanished in that single moment. Any stress was evaporated without leisure. Quelled by something even he couldn't comprehend but could feel... He loved it.
But, he didn't want to force Mikito to do it if she didn't want to.
"I understand." Mikito smiled serenely, pulling Madara down on top of her by the collar of his shirt. "But, after this I really do need to get ready. In fact you should too, I'm going to need you with me after all."
Madara chuckled softly. Mikito was always so serious. "Well, how can I argue against that?"
Himeko woke up with blurry eyes. She felt rather strange. For starters she was extremely hot as if she had been dunked into a hot spring. The next thing that hit her was the fact she couldn't move. Pursing her lips for a moment, she wiggled only to find herself near frozen. Well, this just wasn't right, she was too tired to know who it was, too tired to honestly care, and sleep still clouded her vision. She wiggled once more halfheartedly, and finally a grunt sounded below her.
"Woman, if you don't stop moving." Syrus cracked one eye open, staring at her with halfhearted annoyance. He had been resting and finding sleep's comfort once more, only for Himeko to start wiggling around in his grip disturbing his distant slumber. He had been awake for a few hours before she started, but that was far from the point.
"I can't move!" Himeko protested, her expression changing ten times over in the span of a second. "And, I'm so hot! What are you a sauna?"
"I remember you were the one who came crawling up to me saying something about being cold." Syrus remarked in a mocking tone, releasing her from his arms before he thought better and decided to squeeze her to death. With one glance at her form he turned his focus around him. Searching. Searching. Finally spotting Usagi, Haji, Tsugi, and Tobirama several meters ahead.
"Where are you going?" Himeko asked his retreating form.
"Stay put." He didn't look in her direction, having enough of her folly for the last forty five seconds. Typical woman, butters someone up and then goes and turns it around when it doesn't fit her needs. Climbs in his lap then acts stupid when she wakes up as if she wasn't sleeping there for the last six hours. Letting out a brisk inhale he let the thought pass, focusing on the present. He noted Usagi's expression was tense, the most tense out of everyone present while Tobirama remained stoic, as always. "Mind telling me what is going on?" He asked, stifling a yawn as he scratched the nape of his neck.
"It's those damn Hageshii..." Usagi all but growled out, one hand going for the hilt of her sword.
"Hashirama's clones were attacked over the night and well into early morning. According to him the attackers were Hageshii and Akimichi, there were also Shimura but they seemed to be moving in a different direction and stumbled upon his clones by chance. Hajime and Koizuki were leading a large unit of Hageshii when he encountered several of Hashirama's clones." Haji explained a bit more in detail.
"My brother is speaking with the damiyo about our next course of action." Tobirama added, locking gazes with Syrus for a moment. "He thought it was prudent, given the number of men that were backing Hajime and Koizuki."
"Did he now?" Syrus mused quietly, eyeing Tobirama sharply. There was a sense of satisfaction in the Senju that didn't go unnoticed by his critical gaze. Hashirama... He thought silently, cracking his neck to reign in his fury. "What is there to really discuss? Hajime is showing blatant signs of hostility towards us, if he wants a fight I'll more than gladly give it to him."
"Thank you!" Usagi sighed in visible relief. Soon directing a harsh glare on Tobirama. "This fool keeps on saying that we should wait until Hashirama is finished speaking with the damiyo. Fuck that shit, we need to take action!"
"It is prudent that we do." Tobirama said with a scowl. "If the Shimura decide to attack..."
"Then we just mow them down!" Usagi snapped. "I'm not afraid of a fight, if they have the gall to confront us then I will not back down!"
"Then we will defeat them just like everyone else." Syrus added dryly.
Once again their gazes locked.
"You shouldn't be so arrogant, Syrus." Tobirama said with a warning in his tone, ruby eyes narrowing. "You could be playing right into the Shimura's hands."
"I have every reason to be so arrogant." Syrus retorted, not tearing his gaze away from Tobirama's scrunched up expression. You couldn't stare down a wolf, and just like his brother, Tobirama was trying to and failing. "If the Shimura decide to show up it'll save me the trouble of having to go to them or wait for them to come to us, and in the meantime I'll take care of Hajime and his force and send them running back to whatever rock it is they crawled out from under." He was tired of waiting, tired of playing these little games with these fools, tired of these hit and run attacks the Akimichi were pulling, and extremely tired of Hajime's and his wily ways. "I don't have any intention to wait for Hashirama. We both have our ways of doing things. He can continue his discussion while I actually do something."
"Yes! The Hageshii need to be put back in their place." Usagi stated with finality.
Tobirama stayed silent, observing the two of them. He hadn't noticed it until now, but Usagi and Syrus were extremely similar, and her temper was even more explosive than his. There was no getting through to either of them when they got like this. He flicked his eyes to his surroundings, noting that Ryoku and Osen were slowly making their way towards them with Hesui coming from the far left, all of the Subatsu for that matter wore concentrated and stern expressions. Their stares piercing and ghastly.
No doubt they heard the discussion and were just as restless as these two were.
"If they just happen to blow up a certain part of the village above us, this whole thing could come down around us." Haji surmised, gesturing above them. "It's not likely to happen, but their goal could be doing just that, and then they'll crush all of us. Going on the attack is the only choice we have."
Tobirama inhaled slowly, letting it go a second later. No, there was no getting through to any single one of them. "If that is your final choice then go ahead and fight, but know that you could be very well playing into their hands as well as others..." He paused, gaze locking with Syrus's and then Usagi's. If they wanted to take this risk and fight then so be it, but he'd wait for his brother as would the rest of the Senju. He wouldn't take such risks. "No Senju shinobi or kunoichi will be backing you up in this. I will make that clear now. There's too much riding on all of this to put it all on this hasty decision. I need to wait for my brother's and the damiyo's word."
"That's fine." Haji said dryly with a light shrug. "I wasn't expecting it anyways, considering you're disagreeing every chance you get."
Usagi bared her teeth just slightly. "Tobirama!? You were-"
"Don't bother with it, Usagi." Syrus said dismissively. Her fury was well warranted, this was her soon to be husband outright refusing to fight alongside of her, it was beyond insulting on so many levels... And, hurtful...
It was a a bit of a surprise she hadn't attacked him for his refusal, he wouldn't have cared to even hold her back or try to coax her, Tobirama deserved every inch of her sword coming for his neck. Tobirama, this Senju acting so high and mighty as if he were giving them permission to do this, as if he controlled them. As if he was holier than thou. It was starting to make him angry...
Syrus scowled deeply, his sharp features become even more sharp. "And, I never needed your permission or Hashirama's to do this, I'll make that clear now... I will tell you this once just like I told him, and get this through your head... I don't take orders from anyone and that includes the two of you. Your force can stay back, that's fine by me, we'll be back later on. With the change of weather we'll be able to move without any issues."
Syrus struggled not to scoff, his patience and temper were being pushed to their utmost limit. Tobirama was really pissing him off.
"Ryoku and Osen, I need you both to scout the outskirts. Take a unit with you." Haji said concisely, well aware that Syrus was starting to fume. His steady gaze landed onto Tsugi. "You and I are going to flank them a few miles apart, once we get a read and location of Hajime and his forces we'll report back to Syrus and Usagi who will be waiting with our own force..." He paused flicking his eyes onto Tobirama, the shorter man stood stoic and unwavering as always. "We'll launch our attack soon afterwards and entrap them in our barrier."
"It's about time, I've been getting really tired of Hajime's shit and those Akimichi." Tsugi said with a narrow eyed glare. "It's about time he gets put back into place or into the ground, and it's high time we drive the Akimichi out of here they've overstayed their welcome."
"Hardly a welcome, but I get your point. I've been getting stiff just sitting down here." Ryoku said with a cool smirk, happy that he'd finally get some action. "Come on, Osen."
"I'm coming." She rolled her eyes lightly following after him. "Just control yourself once we get out there."
"Don't count on it." Ryoku chuckled.
"I'll be back shortly." Haji told Syrus once they were out of sight, leveling a critical gaze with the elder. "Be ready."
Syrus nodded smirking a wolfish smirk.
"We'll be ready, just be careful out there." Usagi said reassuringly, jade eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion. "There may be more than just the Hageshii moving around out there."
Haji simply nodded stepping in stride with Tsugi as they made their exit.
Tobirama had already walked away from them with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against a wall a few dozen meters away. Syrus, Usagi, Ryoku, Haji, Osen, all of them... They relished carnage and mayhem... Welcomed battle with open arms uncaring of what it would entail for those around them...
Just like the Uchiha and Domou...
Doubt began to creep into his mind, making a shiver run down his spine. Things were going to change soon, for better or worse... But, even he didn't have an idea which way it was going to sway.
Yuko sighed. Agitation getting the better of her as she slumped against the wall of her shared room.
Normally she was busying herself with a task, but it was her day off-a grudging day off and while many would rejoice that they weren't under the hawk eye on Madara she was just the opposite. When she had time alone her thoughts drifted, when her thoughts drifted she thought many things, dark things that she didn't wish to entertain. There were questions she had that needed answers, answers that she needed to get on her own.
Fighting and duty had been her true escape away from the horrors of her mind. When she was fighting she had her focus on surviving, dodging the next attack, sprinting to the next spot to cut down a foe, hastily jumping away from an earth breaking ninjutsu, always on her toes. It wasn't the greatest of escapes, but it worked for her, duty bound her to see it through to the end, and it aided her in her escape.
But, now she couldn't escape it, and all those horrible thoughts and questions were coming back with a force that couldn't be properly put into words. She didn't wish to confront them, she simply couldn't at this time, any and all chances to ponder on it were going to lead to a moot point and only add to her dread. One deep breath didn't take the trepidation away the slightest it only added to her restlessness.
She hated being alone. Hated the feeling of being alone.
She didn't want to be alone...
Where was Ahiko?
Yuko finally had enough, and in an act of anger tore her hair free from its restraint and tossed the tie that was keeping it up leaving strands of her red mane to flutter to floor, kicking up in bright streaks as a gust of wind entered the room.
"Yuko-chan!" Ahiko called as she entered the room, wearing a black garb with her spear resting against her shoulders, arms lazily linked over it.
"Ahiko-chan, where were you?" Yuko asked a bit snappishly before she could stop herself. Ahiko was always with her and was never gone for long if she did happen to go somewhere... It may have been a bit selfish of her, but Ahiko was her anchor, the girl knew what she was thinking and feeling without any words needing to be exchanged. She kept her thoughts settled and peaceful.
Ahiko blinked at the uncharacteristic tone Yuko used. How unlike the red haired girl to speak so testily and with need. "I was scoping out the village for any possible places that could house a large number of shinobi, my brother and Madara asked me to do this earlier in the day. They wanted you to assist me, but I managed to convince them to let you rest in." She explained without missing a beat, watching Yuko's expression change several times before it finally settled, though her eyes shined against her own.
"I'm sorry." Yuko said meekly. It was truly selfish of her to want Ahiko close when she had her own duties to fulfill. You just didn't say no to Madara or Souji, and Ahiko always did her part and what was asked of her without complaint. It was prudent that Ahiko did this, judging from the nature of the meeting that took place a few hours ago, their would be an internal attack soon. They had to be prepared.
"It's okay." Ahiko pulled her into a tight hug, and Yuko found herself wrapping her arms around her. "I meant to come back sooner, but I had to be very thorough and discreet in my searches for any places that could house a large number of shinobi." She released Yuko from her grasp, noting that her hair was splayed and hanging down messily, her usual neat bangs were wild and covering a part of her right eye while the rest hung down just passed her tailbone. "I hear that you've got the whole day off."
"Yes." Yuko nodded, frowning slightly as she recalled how it went. "I don't have any idea what to do either, I don't know why Madara-sama and Izuna-sama insisted I take the entire day off."
"You're so diligent." Ahiko beamed with a grin. "I have an idea, let's get dressed up and go out."
"Eh?!" Yuko's eyes widened.
"I have the rest of the day off." Ahiko explained, moving towards Yuko's side of the room and rummaging around the side of the futon intently. "So, let's get dressed up and pretty and go out." She found what she looking for. The purple kimono and the light green kimono with doves stitched onto it. She had got them as a present for the girl when her sister and Madara got married, Yuko had very few fine things in her possession, and even though the girl didn't really care about such, she took it upon herself to get Yuko something nice.
"Well, I guess..." Yuko looked taken aback.
"Great, let's start with this." Ahiko picked up both of the kimonos. "Which one do you want to wear?"
"That one." After a moment of thought Yuko pointed to the light green one. She really liked the purple one, but that'd be more suited for the night when the moon could cast its surreal glow onto it.
This was one thing Yuko never got to experience.
Getting dressed up with another woman, it was a bit liberating, and she admittedly enjoyed it. She had no qualms about being naked in front of Ahiko since they bathed together in the past, so it made things a lot easier and less awkward. There were many layers that she had to put on before the actual kimono itself, it was odd and bit uncomfortable since she was getting a bit hot, but it was well worth it when she slipped into the kimono with Ahiko's assistance. It fit her like a glove conforming to every curve of her body like it was already memorized and pitch perfect. "Suck in." Yuko obeyed Ahiko, sucking in a deep breath as she tugged the obi, eliciting a quiet gasp out of her. "There we go. Now, let's work on your hair." Ahiko smiled giving the obi one last firm tug.
"Does... It have to be so tight?" Yuko asked, the obi was tight against her stomach and breathing was just a little difficult.
"Yes, you don't want all of this to get loose and fall off." Ahiko said with a light frown, reprimanding her. "Now, hold still." She took note that Yuko sighed a little bit, but complied with her instruction holding completely still, though there was a small pout on her expression.
Yuko's hair had grown tremendously long since they first met, now reaching passed her tailbone and touching the back of her thighs. Many women grew their hair out to such lengths, it was often seen as attractive. It was a bit high maintenance though, she knew it well herself, and Yuko's was especially thick. After a moment of thought she decided to put her hair up into a tight bun making sure only her two bangs were left to frame her face. It was a simple but graceful style, and didn't pull on the roots.
"You're looking fine~" Ahiko teased in a sing song voice as she stared at Yuko intently, holding up a small mirror so the girl could see her reflection. "I think I may have to indulge you at least once, Yuko-chan." She nibbled on her bottom lip for effect.
"Ahiko-chan!" Yuko exclaimed, completely flustered at the remark. Her tinted cheeks were the first thing she noticed in the reflection alongside her hair. It was quite neat and well placed if she had to admit, and the kimono was a perfect fit, the pink obi was very cute and held it altogether. "That is so obscene!" The thought of them mingling in tandem entered her mind before she could stop it. Her cheeks burned. It was all in jest, but she had quite the imagination.
"Now, give me a few moments." Ahiko said with a small grin, very much satisfied with Yuko's reaction.
"Do you need help?" Yuko ventured.
"Hmmm, if you'd like to help me." Ahiko stripped down until she was completely naked, turning fully towards Yuko shamelessly.
"If you need help..." Yuko looked at anything except for Ahiko's very naked body, an impossible task.
It was decided that she'd help her. She didn't want to feel like a weirdo staring at Ahiko as she got dressed. Not that Ahiko would even care in the least.
Ahiko wore the same amount of layers as her, though didn't look the least bit bothered, and her kimono of choice was light blue with a pattern of snowflakes stitched along the sleeves and hem. Yuko carefully slipped it into her arms, careful not to ruffle the fabric too much, and finally tied the white obi to hold it altogether giving it several firm tugs making Ahiko gasp and suck in her stomach as far as it could go. That'd show Ahiko to tease her and fluster her so!
"I can do my hair." Ahiko said, quickly grasping the thick and abundant mane pulling it up into a similar bun like she set Yuko's in except a few more bangs framed her face and shadowed over her eyes. Ahiko gave a slow twirl after looking herself over in the small mirror, glancing at Ahiko as she rotated. "So, what do you think? Do I look delicious?"
Yuko found herself laughing. "I could eat you up!"
They shared a moment of laughter, carefree and sincere, it washed away Yuko's trepidation easing her mind and body. "Let's go." Ahiko linked her arm with Ahiko's quickly exiting their room and making their way down to the entrance of the castle bowing slightly to the damiyo's guards as they passed them and their fellow brethren as they passed them going about their duties earnestly.
The weather had taken a sudden turn. They both realized as they made their exit, quickly shuffling down one busy street. The overbearing heat was still there, but not in such abundance, and the normal bright blue sky was covered in thick shades of gray as tower clouds churned and expanded of their own volition. It was quite an amazing sight, they rippled and twisted, forming odd and oblique shapes and designs before mashing together once more and repeating the process over and over, allowing only a few rays of sun to pierce through their omniscient cover.
"That sure is something." Ahiko noted with appreciation.
"Yeah..." Yuko whispered, entranced by by the scenery above.
"So, where shall we go, Yuko-chan?" Ahiko piqued the question, turning towards her with a small smile as she kept her arm linked in Yuko's.
"Um, how about the tea house?"
"You're fond of that place."
"It's the only one I'm familiar with." Yuko admitted.
"Ah." Ahiko nodded in understanding. Twisting and turning she navigated the two of them through the busy streets, shaking her head at merchants and traders who were barking at them and anyone who was passing to see their latest stock. It seems the village had become even more crowded than before if it was possible, judging by how she had to zig-zag and avoid numerous streets that were simply too packed with bodies. It could be credited that with the recent cool spell and the oppressing heat slightly dissipated more citizens were exiting their homes, but they both pegged it as it had become even more crowded.
They finally cam upon the tea house, noting that there wasn't anyone around it for a good few feet. Strange. Ahiko mused silently, striding up to the door and giving it a small knock.
An older man slid open the door after a few long minutes, looking a bit overwhelmed.
"Sorry to bother you, but you wouldn't happen to be closed?" Ahiko inquired.
"I'm so sorry." He bowed slightly for emphasis. "It is such trouble to turn away two beauties such as yourselves, but we're closed for renovating." It was always trouble turning away beautiful women. Having beautiful women meant there'd be more men coming, which in turn meant there'd be more business overall. But, things had to be done that couldn't wait.
Both girls visibly blushed at the compliment.
"Hey, what are you doing!?" An irate voice bellowed from within the tea house. "Get over here and grab this!"
"I'm very sorry to trouble you." Ahiko said, abashed as she waved her hands in front of her. She didn't want to cause any trouble. Bowing to the man, she turned away, keeping her arm linked in Yuko's as she made her way towards another establishment. "Let's go this way, I know a sweet shop."
"Kay." Yuko replied. It was useless to argue since Ahiko had her arm linked in her own, and she really could go for some sweets. She cast one glance back at the tea house before pointing her focus forward.
After several minutes of dodging and snaking they stumbled upon a rather large sweet shop. It was three stories in all, with the third acting as a rest place, and the lower two floors part of the sweet shop. Kindly, they were escorted to the corner of the first floor by the woman who would be serving them for the day. "I'll have some tea." Ahiko chimed.
"Me too." Yuko looked to their dark haired server.
With a bow she left, returning with two steaming cups of tea.
Yuko gingerly took a sip of the hot liquid, allowing just a small bit into her mouth as she set the cup back down. It was sweet, but not too sweet. She didn't like her tea as bitter as the ink she used for writing. "I'll have red bean cake."
"Make it two." Ahiko added.
"Of course." Their server bowed, hurrying away.
Yuko found herself relaxing. It was liberating a bit fun to get dressed up and go out like this, she had never considered doing such a thing before, keeping her focus primarily on things more important like training or studying. I'll have to thank Ahiko-chan for this. She thought silently. It felt good to not worry about the next battle or the next task at hand, it was just the two of them in the middle of the village having a good time.
They ate their red bean cake with vigor, both girls loved sweets and couldn't get enough of them. Yuko sighed contently, patting her stomach softly with appreciation. "That was really good."
"I know." Ahiko smiled in turn, wiping some of the paste away that was on the side of her mouth with a handkerchief. "Nothing hits the spot like sweets-" Abruptly she was cut off by a male voice.
"Hey there!"
Yuko glanced in the direction of the sudden shout, eyeing four men of varying heights striding towards them. There were light blushes on their faces, showing that they were indeed in a drunken state.
"What are two beauties like you doing here all by your lone selves?" The tallest of the group of four slurred out.
"Ah, well we just moved here." Ahiko said with a pleasant smile. "We were just sightseeing."
"We could show you, a real good time." The shortest slurred out with a hiccup. "If you catch my drift..."
"Let us buy you a drink." The third slurred out.
"I have no tolerance and she refrains from drinking." Ahiko answered patiently.
"That makes it even more interesting!"
Yuko immediately scowled at the group, not liking the way they were eyeing her and Ahiko. It reminded her of the time she was a prisoner in the Sarutobi camp... They weren't eyeing her like she was an object like the Sarutobi were, it was more like she was a fresh piece of meat ripe for the taking, it made her a bit angry and offended. It was even worse since she would was betrothed to Izuna, and if someone as much looked at her like these men were they'd be on the end of his sword. "I'm sorry, but-"
"Don't be like that." The tallest sat down on the other side of them, smirking lazily.
Inhale. Exhale. It was supposed to be calming, but it didn't help Yuko in the least. She was not a toy, she was not a doll, she wouldn't be played with! Nor was she going to take being cut off kindly either. "Now, you-"
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you four misunderstand." Ahiko spoke up before things escalated too far. Yuko's anger was tangible, and if she didn't do something now there was no doubt Yuko would lash out at these four and end up breaking one or all of their necks. With a grin, she pulled Ahiko in close by the hip until she was pressed against her side eliciting a soft gasp from her. "You see. We're actually lovers."
"Eh!?"
They all looked surprised, even Yuko's eyes were wide and a faint tint of scarlet was marring her face.
"That's right." Ahiko nodded in kind, the grin never leaving her face. "We've been together for a few years now, we were actually thinking of adopting a child since we can't have one of our own." She sighed wistfully for effect. "I'm so happy she agreed to it, I've always wanted a child of my own, but I can settle for adoption as long as I'm with her." It was an act, of course, men like this who were drunk and obstinate on top of it didn't know when or how to take a hint, and it'd take something drastic to get them to leave women alone.
"That sounds like a load of bull to me." The third man said, rudely.
"I don't mind." The fourth said in a lewd manner.
"It doesn't matter what it sounds like to you, I'm happy with her, and that is all that matters." Ahiko said firmly, a bit of anger seeping into her tone. "She's mine and I am not sharing." She could feel Yuko trembling beside her, not out of fear, but out of anticipation and trepidation. Yuko had no idea what she was getting at or intended to do, she was preparing for any number of scenarios, but she wasn't going to let such men bother her or Yuko. "And, to make my point clear." Ahiko said resolutely, gently gripping Yuko by the chin and capturing her lips before she could even blink.
Ahiko, what are you doing!? Yuko cried mentally.
"Just go with it." Ahiko mouthed to her, reading her thoughts perfectly.
The four men grumbled something about crazy women as they watched their lips lock and battle. The one that sat down rose up in a flash gesturing for his group to follow after him.
Ahiko broke the kiss first, giving Yuko some space.
"What was that just now!?" Yuko asked, breathless and flushed. Never in a million years did she think Ahiko would be so bold and do such a thing. She made to wipe her lips, but stopped, knowing it was a silly and futile thing to do. Ahiko didn't have any germs, and there wasn't poison on her lips. "Y-You kissed me!"
"Ah, but we got those stupid men to leave us alone." Ahiko stated cheerfully. "And, you didn't need to resort to violence."
That was true. She was more than prepared to punch their teeth out and kick them in the groin for good measure, she didn't like causing pain, but she could only take so much... And, she had a very short limit when it came to womanizing, she would have showed them just how much a woman she truly is! But, Ahiko saved her from having to do such a thing, she didn't inflict any harm to either men, it was a bit drastic... But, sometimes that's what it took. She pursed her reddened lips for a moment. "Thank you. I thought our arms being linked would be enough of a hint, I guess it wasn't." Yuko huffed.
"Your welcome." Ahiko said in a chipper tone. "Men can be such pigs and don't know when to take a hint... I'll pay the bill then we can get out of here." Ahiko waved over their server, handing her a few dozen ryo. "Keep the change." She waved her hand at the shocked expression of the woman before turning her focus back onto Yuko. "Come on before we have to fend off more idiots like them."
"Don't have to tell me twice." Yuko nodded earnestly, not wanting to deal with pigs of men, and not wanting to lip lock with Ahiko again to fend off pigs of men.
They made their way around the village in relative silence, enjoying the other's company and the simple hustle and bustle going on around them. Every once in a while Ahiko pointed out a landmark and its significance answering any questions Yuko had about the history behind it and when it was built and also why. Yuko was very curious about many things since she'd never been here before, and there was so much different buildings with their own history, it was just a bit enthralling since she did study a lot. There was a wealth of history behind each building, it was like walking through time seven hundred years back from the present.
Their sightseeing was brought to an abrupt halt as a commotion sounded near the mammoth gates. Trading looks and a nod they beamed towards the location With relatively good speed careful not to scuff or skid their skirts as they got closer.
"Halt! You can't just pass even if you are a monk!" Two of the damiyo's guards were shouting, several more several meters ahead with Bunji, Souji, Yuto, and several Uchiha and Domou battling against a horde of shinobi with stark white hair and a few tall and massive shinobi. Merchants and traders that were looking to pass through were shaking and trembling, some decided to cut their losses and try to hurry into the village only to be blocked and cause another commotion as bodies hit the ground.
"Akimichi..." Yuko muttered with a light frown.
"And, the Hatake..." Ahiko murmured softly. "Come on, Yuko-chan."
"Right."
"Get out of my way!" The monk shouted, pushing and shoving with all the strength he could muster. It wasn't much, barely a tenth. His movements were ragged and sloppy, and his chest heaved from what seemed like days of exertion. He stepped over three merchants who were struggling to recover, nearly kicking one in the face in his hast. "They're trying to kill me!"
"We're handling those shinobi that were chasing you!" Another guard shouted. "Cease this at once!"
The monk didn't hear or didn't care, and shoved his way passed two guards before tripping over his own feet entangling himself in his robe and slamming down side first grazing the side of a trader in the process. Before the guards or monk could make another move Yuko gently slammed the side of her hand against the monk's neck leaving him motionless on the ground.
"We'll take it from here, go assist the others. Don't leave any Hatake alive." Ahiko instructed the guards who gave hesitant nods, running out into the fray and putting those menacing halberds to use. With the situation shimmering, and more guards making their way over to quell the chaos Ahiko directed her eyes onto Yuko expectantly.
"This monk is a girl." Yuko observed. Even without her Sharingan activated she could see the obvious signs. The slender and supple figure, her breasts wrapped by bandages did little to hide them, and the slightly wider hips were all dead giveaways. "Should we take her back to the castle?"
"Yes, this is something that the others need to know." Ahiko replied, gently hefting the unconscious girl up and setting her over her right shoulder. "The others can handle the Akimichi and Hatake, we've got to do our part now. Come on." With powerful and quick strides she made her way towards the castle looming in the distance, Yuko easily keeping pace with her. "It's odd for a traveling monk to stray this far."
"It's not unheard of, though." Yuko said quietly, her brows lightly furrowed together. "But, they aren't chased down like this. You're right this is very odd."
"We'll get more answers when she wakes up." Ahiko nodded slightly in affirmation. "For now we can only speculate, which could do more harm than good."
"So much for my day off." Yuko couldn't help it and laughed in a bit of morbid humor.
"Yes, it's been quite exciting wouldn't you agree, Yuko-chan?"
"A little too exciting..."
To say the very least.