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"He's going to die."Kaida stated twisting her torso around the men to look at the Shinobi that was being propped up between two grizzly and worried teamamtes.
Juca and Seko instantly putting a hand on her shoulder and drawing her back against their chests as the Warlord they had come to observe looked at her.
A routine mission.
After a year as a Genin team and three more as Chuninn, the prospective Jounins had learned that for their team there was no such thing as routine. They were to observe the Warlord, go to the nearest town – being Shinobi was fine, he didn't have a vendetta against them, Shinobi left him alone he left them alone – pick up the gossip, etc, routine.
Until the Warlord's daughter started flirting with Seko, that was fine, handy even. He flirted back. Was sweet, nice, was actually himself and was honest with her that he was on a routine survey mission and apologized if she expected more. She didn't. The two Konoha Shinobi kept Seko's little innocent rendezvous with the brunette secret from their innocent Angel – what guy is going to say no to some kissing and petting from a curvy woman that's happy with a short fling. It was going well and they were getting the info they needed.
Until the Warlord's son started to try to flirt with Kaida.
Kaida. The daughter of two of Konoha's scariest Shinobi, brought up not to have time for idiots, stupidity or laziness (apart from her Uncle Kakashi), a Kunoichi who valued strength whether of ability, mind or spirit, and determination. A Kunoichi who had no time or understanding due in part to the males in her life, for flirting men, a Kunoichi who was already slightly sour about the brunette that was hanging all over Seko, even if it was for the mission. It was a disaster waiting to happen.
The fourteen year old made no secret that he didn't impress her, scoffing aloud and sneering – even with the mask it was visible – and rolling her eyes when he annoyed her.
It was in the middle of the bar that she corrected him about interrogation techniques and strategy, quietening the bar as all focused in on her. Juca audibly banging his head off the table as Seko groaned , Amada, the Warlords daughter standing at Kaida's scathing remarks.
It was a cat fight.
Kaida insulted Amada's brother – even though it was partly true, and she defended him. Tempers rose, leaving Seko and Juca confused and slightly terrified when the two young women began arguing, and then suddenly kunai were pulled.
Seko and Juca were quick to pull Kaida off Amada, as her brother did the same to her pulling them apart and sending each other fully male looks of 'what the hell?'. Sadly it didn't stop the bar fight that begun around them.
Keeping their backs to the wall all five began to inch towards the door until one of the visiting Shinobi,, tripped and fell onto Amada and Kaida. Both women acted swiftly and visciouly as the man squeezed Kaida's breast and Amada's groin. The broken arm was understandable, he deserved it even if he had innocently been trying to gain a grip so he could stand. It was Amada's curved dagger that did the damage, it went in like a butter knife but came out bringing parts of the small interesting with it.
His screaming was so chilling that it stopped the fight, just as the Warlord entered.
A tall man, the Warlord had not come to his position by being weak or stupid, it was one of the reasons he made a truce with the Shinobi and followed his own code of honor – no children, women or innocents. He was not a warmonger but a man who began to defend his home from invaders who pillaged and killed all around them, others followed him and the rest was as they said was history.
Rubbing a hand over his face he held in a sigh as he looked at the Shinobi Amada had nearly eviscerated. He was proud of her and happy she hadn't been hurt but the consequences were not ones he could afford. As the young Kunoichi spoke he raised an eyebrow taking in the masked female and the way her teammates pulled her protectively to her, simultaneously staring daggers at him and showing their exasperation at her comment. It was impressive.
"The healer?"
"He went to the other village this morning, he said he would be back by evening meal."
"He'll be dead by then." Kaida added to the Warlord's son's observation, rolling her eyes and shrugging off Seko's and Juca's hands as they squeezed her shoulders again.
Looking up at the Warlord Kaida, tilted her head. "Actually something's been bugging me – what's your name?"
Unable to help himself the Warlord began to chuckle, the young Kunoichi reminding him of Amada at the same age. "Zaraki." At the supressed eye roll that came from the lack of surname Zaraki truly laughed. "You've the same attitude Amada had when she was seventeen as well."
Kaida smiled, her eyes lifting and cheeks rising bellow the mask the only sign as she turned to her boys. "You see, even he thinks I'm seventeen not fourteen, Uncle Naruto is being way too over protective and keeping us from the good missions!"
Through the stunned silence and slight 'Oh Kami I'm a pervert she's only fourteen' came a painful groan, Kaida once more twisting her body to look at the Shinobi. "So, will I sew him back up or what?"
With no protest Kaida strode forward, getting the Shinobi to put their teammate on a table and began cutting off his shirt and lowering his pants. Opening up a pocket of her pouch she took out the small kit Mon had given her.
Looking down at her daughter Sakura folded her arms, head tilted as she waited for Angel to stop muttering about how she should have been at ANBU HQ. Shrugging she turned to the cadaver on the table and made the first incision, dictating the faux autopsy as she went. As she broke open the sternum she smiled at the quiet and ignored the fact that Angel was now by her side, standing on the stool and peering into the open chest.
"Anyone can break a body, but to truly take someone apart and keep them alive takes finesse, and a true understanding of the human body. Your Dad is good Angel but I am better just as he is unparalleled in the torture of the psyche and getting into someone's head. You want to take a body apart – you need to be able to put it back together again."
Looking at her daughter's face Sakura held out the scalpel and pulled out a kidney dish as Angel took it and following her instructions began to remove the right kidney.
"The funny thing about Shinobi and especially men, they can cause blood shed and horrific injury but I've only ever met one man who could watch a person be put back together the old fashioned way, hell Kakashi nearly fainted once when I had my hand in a guy's chest trying to restart his heart.
And you don't need perfect Chakra control to do it."
Seeing Angel thoroughly engrossed Sakura smiled. She might be Daddy's little Angel but Kaida was her daughter too. "Once you can take out and put everything back in – correct order and position and your sutures are perfect, you'll start doing some rounds with me. Popping a shoulder back in is actually a lot of fun – they squeal like pigs - and you never know when you could need the skill."
Small hands mow holding the heart Kaida, smiled at Sakura. "Do you think Dad would let me use it in the cells?"
Shaking her head in laughter Sakura hmmmmmed in thought Angel nearly bouncing in delight at her next words. "Depends, when you've this completed I want to show you some real poisons and antidotes – you'll have to choose which to practice first with our supervision of course."
Instruments and organs went flying as Sakura found her hands full with her eight year old daughter hugging the life out of her.
Taking out the scalpel to widen the wound to allow her to put everything back in its place Kaida stopped and raised one eyebrow at the Shinobi's teammates channelling her Mom and Dad to perfection as she sneered. "Are you going to hold him down or am I going to have to do that as well?"
Gulping the two men did as they were told, Kaida surveying the table and the patient before making a quick decision and looked back at Juca and Seko, the tilt of her head enough for them to rush forward and hold down the legs before she began.
Her Mom was right. Kaida worked away ignoring the muttered curses as she started to pack in the intestines, the groans of revulsion, the vomiting and the thuds when idiots fainted as they watched her. The Shinobi's screams probably weren't helping as he tried to thrash on the table, his teammates sweating and looking away as they gagged.
Happily Kaida noted that her teammates, while a little pale did not sway or sweat, but concentrated on holding down the legs and peeking at her work every now and again.
As she tied the last sutures she looked up, seeing Zaraki's wide eyed stared and with her shoulder pushed her mask down, breathing deeply she exclaimed. "Mom never said how hard it was to work on conscious patients." Wiping the sweat from her forehead with her arm she gave a dazzling smile, motioning for her patient to be released, luckily he had passed out fifteen minutes ago. "Could I get some hot water to clean my instruments?"
"Where did you learn –"
"My Mom, she insisted that before I was allowed to take a body apart or help Dad in the messy interrogations that I knew how to put a body back together first. She gave me the kit when I was eight" Kaida interrupted Zarakai smiling as she cleaned her instruments,
Watching the fourteen year old Zaraki stepped back in thought, feeling a shiver go down his spine as Amada went up to her and questioned her about the mini surgery and her opinion.
"Considering it's my blade do think I should learn?"
"Wouldn't hurt and if it's a prisoner you can use it for information extraction."
"I was thinking more along the lines if I accidently stabbed someone I didn't mean to?"
"That too- where did you get the blades, I'd love a set of them."
Glancing to the two Konoha Shinobi that were now beside him he listened to their observation, the shiver turning to dread as the two females chatted amicably.
"They wanted to kill each other earlier."
"Women are weird!"
"Don't let Kaida hear you."
"Or Amada." Zaraki added, head tilting as he asked the orange haired Shinobi. "She talked about doing interrogations?"
"Yes."
"Her Mother taught her to put a body back together?"
"Yes."
"She helped her Father with interrogations?"
"Technically she started when she about one but they didn't let her in on the physical one until she was nearly nine and they still kept it mild."
Zaraki's head spun at the implications. "She's fourteen?"
"Her birthday was last week." This time the black haired Shinobi answered. "She nearly burned half the presents."
"Well the Kazekage's brother was an idiot giving her all that make up and the clothes without explaining it was for infiltration or undercover missions-"
Raising his hand to interrupt the orange haired Shinobi, Zaraki gulped as the two women before him giggled. "Who are you, her and who are her parents."
Exchanging shit eating grins Juca and Seko both clapped the tall man on the shoulder.
Only one word was needed.
"Morino."
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Dia Duit,
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