Chapter 7: Chasing Money
Obito sat in the shadow on one of the top points of the tower. The high set balcony was constructed to look like the mouth of a dragon. One of the many odd features of Ame's architecture. He looked on to the darkening sky, facing the storm inside him that he has long suppressed.
It was too late now. Konan knew who he was. That he was absolutely not Madara Uchiha. To his surprise, she did not threaten to blackmail him. She simply wanted to…gain his trust? He struggled to understand her motives and her determination behind them.
He had practiced disillusioning himself for so many years even his name felt foreign on his tongue. But it also felt good to say it. He looked up, feeling as though above the clouds Rin was smiling down at him.
It's okay to let people be close to you. Her voice rang out distantly.
Why was it Konan though? She had grown magnetic. Unavoidable. The kunoichi seemed hell-bent to create a bond with him for the supposed sake of the Akatsuki's success. They have been leading the organization together for years, he had not realized how long she had been harboring suspicion of him. If he lost Konan, he could very well be on the edge of losing Nagato, and failing Madara. Once the Akatsuki's heart stops beating, everything would collapse around him.
Had it been someone else in the Akatsuki, he would not have hesitated to eliminate them. All of the usual strategies in his mind seemed obsolete against Konan's amber gaze. As she stood before him, drenched in rain and blood with her giant papery wings poised for flight, her passion felt palpable. She burned against the darkness of Ame. He had not considered Obito could be his saving card.
And the largest issue…his undeniable attraction to Konan now sat at the water's surface. She had caught on and used it against him to get his identity. Living in the moment meant giving in to his desires, desires that were separate from Madara Uchiha's plans. Madara had always warned him of the consequence that could follow those types of selfish actions.
On cue, Zetsu emerged next to him.
"Leave me be." Obito muttered lowly. His eyes went to the area of the factories. He could see construction workers repairing the damage Konan and the Hidden Mist ninja made.
"Madara is gone you know." White Zetsu offered. "He can't come back and punish you."
"I know that." He growled through his teeth.
"My Lord, how do we know Konan is trustworthy?" Black Zetsu said. "She could hinge on Lord Madara's plans."
"I know that." He reiterated. He looked back at them. "She has my name. But she understands what is at stake if she chooses to betray my identity."
"As long as you know what you are doing." White Zetsu said with growing mischief in his eye.
"I'm not worried." Scowled Obito. "Besides, we have much bigger issues to deal with. The Hidden Mist has made their move since the death of their Fourth Mizukage, they are suspicious of us. Perhaps it is time the Akatsuki did a check-in."
Zetsu broke into a vicious smile. "When and where, My Lord."
…..
He was gone for three months.
Nagato hinted at her that he was paying the Hidden Mist a visit. Ever since he covertly eliminated their Mizukage, their village had been in chaos.
It was awfully convenient for him to vanish right after he revealed his identity. Some days, Konan questioned whether it happened or if he somehow cast her in his powerful genjutsu. When she closed her eyes at night she was in his dark cemented world, staring endlessly into his copy wheel eye.
The village stayed sound. Konan busied herself in organizing the Akatsuki and Ame. In her downtime, she fretted over Nagato, who was still acclimating to his life as Six Paths. In the evenings after they trained she used her self-taught healing ability to soothe his aches.
"You remain too kind Konan." Nagato said, his face losing his tension as he sat back in her grip.
Her glowing hands moved along his ever-thinning shoulders and back. The chakra infused piercings felt heavy against her touch. She hummed. "I worry about you."
His endlessly purple eyes glanced up at her through the red fringe of his hair. "I could say the same." He answered quietly. "Something has been off with you."
Nagato was always good at reading her. She smiled sheepishly. "I'm fine Nagato, you always know I am."
"It's Tobi, isn't it?" He said it so point-blank it took her a minute to register her surprise.
"What?"
"He'd given you a hard time about leaving the Tower in disguise," Nagato explained. "Ever since then I noticed he has been keeping a close eye on you."
"Yes…" She turned her head so he could not see her blush. "I'll admit it's bothered me a bit." Not exactly the right reasoning, but Nagato did not realize how close he was to the truth.
"We have a lot to do." Nagato said. "Don't dwell on it, he's just very protective over our plans."
"Right. The plans." She said, keen on changing the subject. "I see you are happy when Itachi Uchiha is here."
He slightly nodded, keeping his eyes closed. "We've had enlightening conversations about our eyes. And he is one of the more tolerable members." His lip quirked into a slight smile.
She giggled at that. "You even sent him to my room to check up on me, you must trust him a lot."
"I do, he's not like the others." He opened one eye slightly to gage her. "Are you ok? Since the attack?"
She nodded fervently. "Yes. I had no serious injuries. I'm thankful Tobi-san managed to get there in time, and that you remained safe."
"I agree. It's been a while since a threat breached our village's borders."
She furrowed her brows. "And we will make sure it doesn't happen again."
…..
Summer in Ame was ending, and Konan could feel it in the evening air. She hurried through the doors, paperwork loaded in her arms.
"Please deliver these to the village commissioner's home, I'm afraid I've been running behind schedule today." Konan instructed, handing the stack of papers to the Rain shinobi at the large door.
"Right, My Lady." Said the nin, one of Konan's trusted workers. She took the papers and vanished with a poof of smoke.
Konan shut the large steel door, sliding locks into place. She heaved a deep sigh and ordered her shoulders to relax. The last task for the day was finished.
She made her way back up the stairs, determined to take a relaxing bath. That's when she saw him.
She stopped in the hall as she saw the windows casting an eerie evening glow on his form. She frowned, straightening her posture, feeling her heart slam against her ribcage. The last thing she wanted was a conversation with Obito.
"Konan."
"Welcome back My Lord." She said tonelessly with a formal bow.
Consciously, she kept walking, making a note to steer clear as she moved around him. He said nothing as she hurried past him.
She felt like a frightened rabbit in his presence. She hoped he didn't pick up on how startled she felt.
She was filled with solace as she made it to her room. Her relief ended though as she remembered, he had access to her sanctuary too.
She swallowed looking at the door. Would he pay her a visit? The way he stopped and regarded her, he usually didn't do that unless he had something to ask of her.
For the rest of the evening, Konan remained on edge. But the dark leader made no appearance.
…..
Konan lounged in her civilian clothing, a simple halter top, and tight black shorts to soak up the last of the summer heat, but now that the sun dipped behind the tall buildings, she could feel the autumnal chill on her bare skin.
She sat on the building's peak, letting her legs dangle over the edge. She threw her head back inhaling the fresh breeze.
She sensed his presence before she saw him, she was a sensory type after all, and his chakra had always been as strong as Nagato's. "Your hair has gotten longer."
She did not turn to look at him, instead observing the twinkling lights from the city towers. She had successfully evaded him for a week, but she knew it wouldn't be long before he would seek her out.
"Hello, Obito." She said, daring to utter his name, feeling her stomach in knots as she stole a hesitant look at him. Since when was she so nervous?
He crouched down next to her, staying at an arm's length. The memory of his fingers pressing on her skin replayed in her mind.
To her surprise, he did not reprimand her for saying his given name. "I've been looking for you."
"Have you?"
He reached into his cloak and pulled out a thick wad of cash that made her eyebrows raise.
"An advance for a mission you will go on."
Her eyebrows went higher.
"There is a gala organized by a gang lord on the border of the Land of Fire. I want you to go in disguise and capture the attention of the Two River gang lord's son, Junichi Hanino. The objective is to get access to his family's collection through their private quarters. We will be taking two ancient scrolls, worth millions."
She snorted. "Is this because I'm the only woman in the Akatsuki?"
"He likes long hair." Obito said matter of factly, his eyes going to her now long lavender locks.
She sniffed, annoyed. "Send Itachi, he has long beautiful hair too."
He did not respond, she could only wonder if he smirked beneath his mask. "I'm sending you because you are a capable kunoichi who also happens to fit the description of what Hanino men like."
Her mouth opened in protest but she was silenced once more when he handed her another wad of cash. "I need you to look like how you do when you go to the village in secret. But expensive. You'll infiltrate under the guise of a wealthy foreign heiress."
Now she was intrigued by the rare opportunity to spend Akatsuki money on beauty. "Do I keep everything?"
"Sure." He said. "With the amount of money we will get from those scrolls, it'll pay off three times over."
She turned her nose up at him. "I haven't said yes yet."
He audibly scoffed. "Unfortunately our only other option is Kakuzu, who will do anything for money. Also, unfortunately, he would be too ugly for the job, even with transformation jutsu. Pein already approved the mission. You are the best option to leverage this huge financial gain."
"Am I going alone?"
He shook his head. "I'll come along, but I'll be on the outside monitoring, and ready to follow you in to help retrieve the scrolls once you secure their location. "
Both of them, alone on the mission. She will have no choice but to rely on him. Clever.
"So I get a bodyguard too?" She smirked.
"Just to be sure things don't go awry like last time. It's imperative we get the scrolls." He clarified with meaning.
Ire rose within her, she pursed her lips. "Well then, I better clean up good."
"Konan you already are attractive, I'm sure it won't take you much effort."
She blushed at that, eyes widening at him. He stood up cocking his head. "What? I'm simply stating facts."
She fixed her expression, deciding it was better to ignore his comment. "When do we leave?"
"In two days."
She nodded, averting her gaze to the darkening horizon. Wind howled around them, making her shiver. Her breath was lost when she felt heavy dark fabric grace her shoulders.
She pulled the Akatsuki cloak around her and looked up to thank him, but he was already gone.
Her face heated at his sudden, uncharacteristic gesture. Tobi never did anything polite. Then again, this was Obito, someone she didn't really know. She burrowed into his cloak, recognizing the scent of the citrus soap she ordered for the Tower, along with the smell of pine and fire. Konan inhaled, admitting to herself that she enjoyed his scent.
…..
When Obito glanced at a few receipts on his desk, he smirked in disbelief. A dress at an outrageous price, shoes almost nearly as much, a few pieces of jewelry, and makeup. He later heard Kakuzu nearly blew a gasket when Pein handed him the receipt.
"This costs more than three months of artillery expenses!"
"These are extremely wealthy people." Pein reminded him. "She must be at their caliber if you want those scrolls."
Obito knew she worked hard for her position, he couldn't blame her for taking advantage of the rewards.
He, admittedly, was looking forward to seeing Konan dressed to the nines. She was still pretty with just her cloak even with her frequent sour expression, but she turned into someone else entirely when she dressed in something outside the Akatsuki uniform.
He waited for her, hands behind his back. He donned all black, including his mask, sans Akatsuki cloak. He must blend in the shadow if he has to watch her carefully.
Tentatively his office door opened, he turned around and was mildly disappointed to see the Lady Angel enter with her Akatsuki garb.
Konan had her arms clutched over her front as if she was self-conscious as she strolled into the room. "I'm ready." She said cooly.
"You are going to show up in our cloak?" He said, putting a hand on his hip.
Her cheeks colored. He noticed she had on darker, more dramatic makeup that made her fiery copper eyes stand out, and some effect that made her skin glow as if it was a humid day. "Right." She said quietly. He watched in amusement as she removed her cloak.
His amusement went out like a flame and he was suddenly glad he wore a mask for moments like these. His jaw tightened as she stood before him, forcing his body to remain still as not to betray his visceral reaction. She wore a tightly fitted dress of black silky fabric. It was high necked with a mandarin collar and cut out front that displayed a dangerous amount of her generous cleavage. It had perfectly clung to her curves like a slinky waterfall. The dress ended at her ankles, with heels that were strappy and red as if she still had to adhere to Akatsuki's colors. Glittering rings ran across her fingers, with matching statement earrings. Her hair was pinned up, secured with a bejeweled hairpiece that replaced her signature paper flower.
She looked powerful. She really outdid herself.
Looking unsure she shifted on her feet. He felt parched by the sight. "Is this alright? Do I stand out too much?"
"You stand out in the right ways." He said with ease.
He closed the distance between them. She smelled like lavender, as she always does. "Are you equipped with any weapons? They do security checks at the door." Her dress left little to the imagination, he would be impressed if she managed to hide anything. His eyes went to her microscopic handbag. What would Konan even carry in there besides weapons?
She blinked and took a step back. "No. I figured you would be around if any attacks are involved. Besides, I have my jutsu."
Still, he craned his neck to see if he could see any disruptions underneath the fabric of her dress. She swatted his arm. "Stop it, pervert."
He hadn't realized what he was doing. His hands itched to touch her slim waist. To touch her all over. "Sorry," He said teasingly. "just checking to see if you had any undone buttons."
"My dress doesn't need buttons." She said disdainfully, turning away from him. His eyes went to a thin gold chain attached to her dress that playfully swung against the naked expanse of her sculpted back, teasing him. It would take the slightest bit of chakra to snap it off. She dug into her bag and pulled out a small silver cylindrical container. He watched as she applied a sheen of gloss to her lips. Gods, it was like she was purposely taunting him.
He almost wished he got to be the Gangster's son tonight.
"Well?" She snapped her purse shut, unaware of her effects on him. "Shall we get this over with?"
"Let's." Though instead of moving away his hand went to her hair. He pulled at the hair ornament, making her lavender locks tumble down past her shoulders all the way down to her ass. It was long before, but she somehow made it longer. She was truly divine. He swallowed, then muttered. "Hair down for this mission."
She shot him a glare as her hand went to her hair to fix it. He kept her close as his Sharingan swirled into action.
A portal opened up for them, wind billowing out from its black depths. The mission was on.
…..
Konan casually glanced to her right. She could not see him in the shadows but she knew he was there. Looking ahead she ascended up the steps to the grand mansion, admiring its elegance and the soft glow it gave off in the night, although she knew not to be fooled by a golden facade.
At the entrance stood six buffed up shinobi. She narrowed her eyes as she deciphered the origins of their uniforms. They hired mercenaries as bouncers. A common practice in the underworld. Holding her chin high she confidently approached the men.
"Pass?" The largest bouncer asked gruffly.
She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a silver card, keeping a blank expression. The man looked at it and nodded towards the large set of doors. To her surprise a small man in rich looking attire and large glasses stepped out, waving a large clipboard in greeting. Her eyes went to the pendant around his neck. The Two Rivers symbol "Sora, Misune from the Land of Hot Water." She said quietly as the bouncer handed the silver card to the man.
His large eyebrows drew downwards as he studied the card and then looked down the list. Then his face lit up. "Ah! Yes, the heiress to the Dragon and Heaven Springs bathhouses. Welcome, Misune-san."
They exchanged small bows. The bouncers then opened the large doors. "Please follow the hall to the wooden doors. Enjoy the party, Miss." The small man said, beckoning her inside.
Konan entered the mansion, alert, as she made her way down the gilded hall, her shoes echoing off the marble as she sauntered towards the music and chatter. Konan's gaze flitted to the grand staircase, done up in a new style that clashed with the mansion's antique framework. She wondered if that path would be her ticket to the scrolls.
Large carved doors with the symbol of two rivers where opened by blue-clad servants. She entered the main room and her breath was taken away. The large room had ornate woodwork and lush scenery painted along its walls, colors flushed in golden light from hundreds of paper lanterns hanging from the high set ceiling. Large open-air windows revealed impressive gardens, overlooking the mountainscape. She knew the Two Rivers gang was a top tier organization, but not loaded like this.
Immediately eyes swept to the mysterious beauty, no doubt whispering questions of who she was. Konan was not used to being around rich people. The formerly homeless orphan was enraptured by the opulence, she could only salivate at the idea from stealing from these rich bastards. Kakuzu would be more than pleased with this haul.
Focus Konan. She chided herself. She looked around, there had to be at least three hundred people. She knew she'd have to work the crowd. Setting her shoulders back she carefully sauntered towards the bar, smirking at partygoers stares. If they only knew she was an s-class shinobi of one of the most formidable organizations across the lands.
She was handed a thin flute glass. Konan swirled it and lifted it to her nose before she took a drink as if she was practiced. It tasted like warm liquor and lychee, to her delight. The lavender haired shinobi began to look for a man fitting Obito's descriptions.
Luckily he was not too hard to find. The handsome man was sitting at the center of a circle of men and several scantily-clad women, laughing as he popped a bottle and sprayed alcohol all over the person beside him. His unbuttoned shirt exposed his signature gold and diamond-encrusted Two Rivers emblem that hung on a thick chain against his bare chest. Junichi Hanino. The Two Rivers Prince and playboy extraordinaire. Konan was not the best in social situations, but she gathered enough intel to know she could not just walk up to him.
Her eyes went to the large windows. She felt a slight unease. While Konan knew she was a badass opponent on the battlefield, she wasn't exactly the most outgoing of women. She wouldn't admit she's never done a seduction mission, but she had to prove to Obito he would rely on her.
"Woah, who are you?"
Konan turned around to see a guy with dark brown hair and the bluest eyes. Slightly alarmed, she hid away any expression from her face. Damnit. "I'm Misune. Musine Sora."
"Misune, huh?" His eyes slowly making their way from her feet up, lingering on her cleavage. She wanted to gag at his shameless eye-undressing. "You aren't from around these parts are you?"
"I'm from the Land of Hot Water." She said carefully.
"Never heard of Sora."
"Heard of the Dragon and Heavens hot springs? I'm the heiress."
His mischievous smile grew. "Hot springs huh? You an expert at that?"
She played along, smiling demurely back at him. "Somewhat."
"I'm Iki. Iki Hanino." He bowed. "Are you here alone?"
"I'm afraid so." She said, noting his last name. "It's the first time I've been here."
"Clearly. I would've remembered if I've seen you before. Have you met my cousin, Junichi?" He eyes flicked to the group of attractive men and women.
"No, I have not." She crossed her arms haughtily.
"Iki?"
They turned at the sound of a matronly voice.
A middle-aged woman with severely cut short hair and expensive-looking clothing looked Konan over disdainfully. Her head snapped to the young man. "What did I tell you and the others about bringing call girls to your Uncle's parties?"
Konan's eyes narrowed. Call girl? Even if she was one, on her outfit alone he would have to pay prices in par with rogue-ninja bounty to afford her services.
"Auntie Lo!" He said in feigned surprise. Lo. Lo Hanino, the playboy's mother she realized as she recalled the list of need-to-know attendees. "This is an heiress and respectable guest of ours tonight, not a call girl!"
"Misune Sora from the Land of Hot Water." She said with a respectable bow. "It's lovely to meet you."
Her dark eyes pinned Konan suspiciously. "Heiress of what?"
"Dragon and Heavens Hot Springs." She said with a smile.
"Ah. Yes." She pursed her lips, still not looking convinced. "The Sora Family. My apologies…remind me your name?"
Konan felt her stomach drop, but surely she couldn't be caught this early. "Misune."
"Misune." She repeated. "I did not know the Sora family had a daughter."
"Well, technically I am their niece." She said evenly, sticking to her carefully crafted script. "My Aunt and Uncle took me in after I lost my parents in the war."
"Auntie!" Iki butted in, grinning nervously. "You don't need to grill her like that!"
"No, it's fine." Konan interjected. "I know not many know about me. Now that I'm of age to work, my Aunt and Uncle are hoping that by sending me out in society so I can get familiar with clients of our business."
"I see." Aunt Lo still looked unhappy by Konan, but her shoulders relaxed. "Well. Enjoy the party." With that, she sent one last look to her nephew and disappeared into the crowd.
Konan breathed out a sigh of relief. Iki looked back, chucking nervously. "Sorry about her. She's got a major stick up her ass."
Konan gave him a coy smile. "No worries."
"Would you like another drink?" He asked eyeing her already empty glass.
Obito warned her of not drinking too much. But the thick crowd of people and her nerves got the better of her. She was at a party all night anyway, and she didn't want anyone to be suspicious. She shrugged. "Sure."
"C'mon let's get you something and I can introduce you to our crew."
…..
Konan couldn't help but feel a thrill as she approached the group at Iki's side, feeling everyone's attention gravitate towards her. It was a similar excitement to when she and the Akatsuki would appear before their enemies.
"Hey." Iki approached the group, slapping hands in greeting. Junichi's back was to her, engrossed in conversation.
She glanced over to the group of women, whose eyes danced over her, giving away their disapproval of her presence. Her eyes narrowed. She had competition, it seemed.
This is a mission. For a ton of money. She reminded herself. Tonight, she was not Konan, the girl who felt she could never fully relate to women who did not grow up as war-torn orphan shinobi. She was Misune, someone who was supposed to be well versed in handling snotty rich girls.
She didn't bother to greet them, preferring to stand awkwardly next to Iki, sipping her drink far too quickly as she greeted the Two River men. To her annoyance, their eyes went directly to her chest. She watched as Iki placed his hand on Junichi's shoulder. Junichi turned slightly to greet him and Konan came into direct eye contact with a stunning blonde woman sitting next to him, and her expression said one thing very clearly: Stay the fuck away from my man.
However, Iki said something that made Junichi finally look in Konan's direction.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Junichi's stare lingered, he ran his hand ran through his perfectly groomed black hair. He was known to pay meticulous attention to his looks and hygiene. Up close, he was a little too perfect for her tastes. She noticed he even had perfectly clean, polished nails. She knew a few Akatsuki members who could take manicure tips from him.
"Who is this?" Asked the guy next of her, glancing at Junichi knowingly.
"Heiress of some Hot Springs. Misune. Her first time here." Iki said.
"Welcome." Junichi said evenly. Unlike Obito's raspy voice, his was velvety, if not the expected tone of a rich person. "I'm Junichi Hanino."
She bowed in greeting. "So I've been told." She took care to look indifferent.
"I'm Asai, Asai Kanashi. Daughter of Lord Kanashi." Said the blonde woman.
Konan never heard of her family but feigned surprise. She bowed again. "An honor to meet you." As she sized up the girl, she was dripping in expensive jewelry, with her makeup caked on so heavily it's as if she painted her face with oils and a palette knife. Though she was beautiful and actually rich. Konan felt like an imposter in plain sight next to these people.
"Where did you get that dress?" Asked Asai, her high pitched baby voice dripping in condescendence.
"It was made by a trusted tailor back in Hot Water." Konan said with ease.
"I see, bold of you to put faith in a no-name designer." She replied, her tone mocking behind her fake ass smile.
Konan returned the smile. "I suppose so."
"My love." Asai put her hand on Junichi's leg. "I'll be back in a moment."
My love? No one said home-wrecking would be involved on this mission.
He turned and kissed her on the lips. Konan's growing amount of confidence to win him over tapered off at the sight. As she walked away she commanded the group of women to follow her with a single glance. They giggled as once again, Konan felt their stares at her back. It brought her long-buried memories of village children making fun of her, Nagato, and Yahiko for being dirty. For not having a home.
To her surprise, Iki placed a hand on her waist, making her jump at his cold touch. As the women walked away Junichi smiled at Konan. A smile that made her skin crawl. She panicked. She had no plan. It was one thing to flirtatiously seduce socially inept men like Obito, it was another to try to sway a playboy to take her to his bedroom.
She felt like a steak in a hungry pack of wolves. The way Iki possessively held Konan in front of Junichi, she thought, was a strategic move. He was claiming territory. She needed to get out of the situation before Iki followed her around all night, ruining her chances of success.
She wriggled out of his grasp, holding up her empty cup with a slightly apologetic expression. "I'll be right back."
Before either of them could jump up to escort her she took off as quickly as she could in heels. Instead of the bar, she wove in and out of the crowd, hoping to throw off the men if they were trying to keep track of her.
She made her way to the garden, relieved to feel the fresh air on her skin. She walked through it, pretending to admire the expensive landscaping. When Konan was sure she walked a good distance from most of the party, keeping along the wall of the mansion, she stopped next to a small fountain, turning towards the shadows.
She waited. Konan knew Lord Uchiha would hide his chakra well, to not alert the mercenaries on guard. After a few moments, she heard a gentle rustle of leaves. A black mask emerged from the bush next to her.
"What's wrong?" He sounded annoyed.
"The wrong guy likes me." She hissed. "And you didn't tell me Junichi Hanino has a girlfriend. Who doesn't disclose a target's relationship status for this type of mission?!" If Konan hated anything, it was going on missions that were hindered by lack of imperative information.
"That doesn't matter." He whispered back fiercely. "Focus on the mission's target."
"Seduction missions are not my thing." She admitted with a pout.
"Are you sure about that?" He asked dryly, earning a pointed stare from the kunoichi.
He sighed. "I don't know what to tell you other than to follow orders. It's too late now."
"What turns men on anyways?" She dared to ask. "He's not even single tonight…I don't know the target well enough to know how to charm him away from his girlfriend." She made a face.
He clicked his tongue, his voice lowering an octave. "I'm pretty sure my preferences are different from his."
"Well?" She looked over her shoulder, purposefully ignoring his perverse comment. "I don't have much time. They could come looking for me any minute now."
He thought for a beat, then said, "Make him play a game. You are good at that. Playboys like a chase. Besides the way you look tonight-you can get whatever and whoever you want. Easily."
She was about to admonish him for the comment but she was out of time, so instead, she gave him a glare. "Fine."
As she was turning away he called her out once more.
She looked back. Obito's eye glowed red in the darkness. "Remember I'll be right there. If he tries to do anything to you I will break every bone in his body. No hesitation."
"Promise me you'll be nearby?"
"Promise."
Konan's butterflies returned. Her face softened as she threw him one last look. "Thank you."
Author's Note: *Cue in Not Friendly by Flo Milli* Think I might have to draw Konan as her alter-ego!
On another note, dear readers, THANK YOU for all the love in the comments 3 TBH when I posted this I really didn't expect to draw a crowd with a such a rare pairing, but here we are. Thank you for the kind words, you have really encouraged me to keep going!
