Chapter Fourteen: Uzumaki Princess and Snow Orphan
Kukikio cursed herself, an Uzumaki shouldn't have been able to sneak up on her. Not with their dense chakra and life force. The only thing she could think of, was that she had gotten to cocky and that mistake could be the reason she was killed.
And the worst part was that she didn't know if the Uzumaki could sense her. Or if she was looking for Itama, who didn't know how to hide his chakra like she could. Taking a breath, she looked at the pieces of paper hanging from her head dress, they had to be the reason she couldn't sense the women in front of her.
One that was most likely a personal seal that was lost in time, through the purple dot on her forehead was familiar. Kukikio almost went to attack her, when Itama stiffened behind her. Worry taking place of fury.
"Itama," the women said, her smile was kind and she looked to be around Hashirama and Madara's age. Fifteen. "Why don't you introduce your teacher?"
"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Kukikio growled, dropping her tone. Making it as deep as Kurama's growls, which reminded her that she spend way too much time with the fox in the last few years of the war. It wasn't like she was getting much sleep and there wasn't really much to eat, with Madara and Obito burning away most of the plant life. "It's rude to ask for someone's name before giving your own, but I can't expect manners from an Uzumaki now can I?"
"I'm Mito," she told her, her voice calm, but her hair was trying to get out of her buns. Before staring at her like she was trying to pick her apart piece by piece. "And you?"
'Mito,' Kurama growled from her seal. Kukikio was just glad furry was up from his two year long nap.
'She can't get to you,' Kukikio told him, almost rolling her eyes as she looked at Itama, then Mito. 'You're already in a seal, Madara can't get to you either.'
"Kukikio," she told her. Hands tightening around her sword's handle. "Just Kukikio."
"Not a Senju."
"No. I'm an orphan."
"Mito," Itama whined pulling on Kukikio's qipao. "She's my older sister."
"Figure. Don't worry Itama," Mito told him, jumping down from her branch to stand in front of Kukikio. Not moving towards Itama as she stared into her eyes. "I'm not going to tell father, if that's what your worried about. Tell your teacher to put away from weapon, I'm not going to have her killed."
"Teacher has ears," Kukikio told her, lowering her sword and sealing it back into her arm. She could get it out in a heart beat if Mito was lying to her.
Besides, Mito didn't need to know that Kukikio knew more then the basics when it came to sealing. And hell would freeze over before she told her about her teacher. That man trusted her not to tell the Uzumaki clan anything.
"Good." Mito said putting out her hand, Kukikio staring at it, she didn't trust the women in front of her. Even if she was Tsunade's grandmother. "Now we can talk."
"That would depend," Kukikio told her, Itama moving to sit on a log to the right of them. Watching to make sure neither of his sister figures tried killing each other. "What do you want to talk about."
"Sealing. Of course."
"Uzumaki."
Mito smiled as she sat down next to Itama, her arms going around his shoulders. "We can compare notes."
"I don't have many," Kukikio admitted. She didn't know how many of her notes were safe to share. Let alone how many of them would work.
"That diary," Mito pointed out, handing her a book. Blank pages staring mockingly at her as she glared at the red head. "Itama has one, it's safer this way."
"You noticed the seals on Itama's."
"Yup."
"You made the seal on your head dress," Kukikio pointed out, the seals were clearer now that Mito was closer. Nope, she had never seen them before. Even when she looked at pictures of the Uzumaki Princess.
"So we're comparing notes?"
"And trading seals."
"I guess I can live with that."
"I'd teach you the basics..."
"But I already knew them enough to teach someone else."
Itama was glad that Kukikio and Mito were getting along, but he feared for Hashirama, since he had a feeling that his older brother was going to regularly annoy the two. As long as he wasn't a target for their pranks, then he could live with it.
"I have a seal that changes a person's hair colour to hot pink," Kukikio told Mito, Itama's eyes widening. Hot pink? During war, he could think of several ways that could end someone's life. "Or neon green, blue or orange."
"Useful," Mito agreed.
"I'm not going to rid of you two, am I?" Kukikio teased, she might not know what Mito actually wanted, but until she showed her true colours. She guessed it would be nice to have a friend who was the same gender. As nice as Sasuke, Madara, Itama, Hashirama and Sachio were. They just didn't get some things.
"Nope," Itama and Mito told her.
"Annoying little brother," Kukikio sighed.
"Big sister," Itama whined.
"If we're family," Mito said rubbing her fingers across her chin, while grinning. "That makes me the oldest sister."
"I'm not fighting you for a silly titles," Kukikio told her.
"Father wants me to marry Hashirama," Mito told them, she was glad to find someone to compare notes to. But she wanted to know what her future husband was going to like. Many who married outside of the clan was dragged into the ongoing war, and she wasn't going to fight for someone she wanted to kill herself on a regular basics.
"Have fun with that," Kukikio told her.
"I thought you were friends?" Itama asked as Kukikio sat on his other side, crossing her legs before pulling her white hair from her high pony tail.
"It's because we're friends that I make fun of him," Kukikio reminded him. Her hair brow raising to her hair line. "Plus, his mood sings annoy me on a good day, let alone a normal one."
"Food?" Itama asked unsealing a basket from his wrist, he was sure that Mito would have brought something as well. "Notes? Seals?"
"All three," Mito said unsealing a blanket so they didn't have to sit on the grass. "We have all day to get to know each other, father thinks we're on a hike."
"Then he's the fool," Kukikio told her. Grin slowly growing on her face. "Now let's trade notes, I have to leave soon and not get killed."
