Lots of set-ups here, and some parts in the anime threw me off when I discovered the expanded story of Ame Orphans (I'm really a manga person). Enjoy! (Still no beta so forgive any errors)


"Gather around young tadpoles, it's time to test your affinities." Jiraya pulled out some very special paper and Hoshi did his best impression of a gobsmacked fish.

"What are these?" Yahiko asked when each of them held a paper, sitting around their empty table in the hideout.

"Chakra sensitive paper. You run your chakra through them, and they tell the nature of your chakra." Hoshi tuned out the explanation he already knew, wondering instead how on earth Jiraya had gotten his hands on these.

"Aren't these rare?" he blurted out, unable to withstand his curiosity.

Jiraya laughed. "You've never seen the amount of trees of Konoha! Getting this paper is easier than you think."

Hoshi gave him a look, clearly not buying the plausible explanation. Again, the jounin had the vibe of a parent trying very hard to not let his children figure out how hard it was for him to fulfil their wishes (an apt comparison).

And Jiraya did not want to say that the nations were gearing up for another war, which was hastening the training process, in turn allowing more and more younger ninja to get started on elemental jutsu and affinities and thus increasing the production of chakra paper.

A ripping sound emanated from Nagato's hands, drops of water fell on opposite sides of the table where Konan and Yahiko were seated and a heatless flame illuminated Hoshi's face for a small instance.

"Ho, fire! That's very rare around this country, and also my own affinity. The toads also taught me some good water jutsus, and I know someone who also has a wind affinity," his thoughts drifted towards a blond jounin, before he reached out and bonked his Fuinjutsu apprentice. "I know as much about this paper as you, questions are forbidden! Don't start on how I know and why."

"I wasn't going to! Why did you hit me?" That got another harsh bonk on the head.

"I said no questions! Read between the lines as a shinobi should!"

"Sensei, can what will you teach us first?" Nagato cut in, careful to not smile, muscles tense to counter should his teacher target him. Not asking questions hadn't been specified to Hoshi after all.

"With the progress you've made so far, a C-rank technique for each. All you'll need is your imagination with the correct nature." The Sannin said and surprised all of them. With how much he'd grinded the basics into their growing bodies, they thought they'd begin with D-ranks. Yahiko closed his mouth shut, obviously about protest the notion before realizing his teacher hadn't proposed it in the first place.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Hoshi smirked, getting up. He barely blocked Jiraya's fist, bones jarring within his arms as he crossed them in haste.

"Did I say you could ask questions?!"

"I'm just glad he's move on from me." Yahiko tried to whistle in nonchalance (but failed).

"I'm not so sure about that, since he pays less attention to you now." Konan bumped her shoulder against his.

"You think I'm jealous?" he asked, and then noticed his mistake when Jiraya slapped him upside the head. "You did that on purpose!" he hissed at her. The girl nodded proudly.

"The start of a beautiful relationship..." Hoshi spoke only to himself, but the man he was watching like a hawk twitched, as if he had heard.

He probably did. Hoshi concluded.


Jiraya watched his little prodigies as they weaved their fingers through the handseals for their respective jutsus until it became second nature.

"Futon: Reppusho (Gale Palm)!"

"Suiton: Mizurappa (Water Wave)!"

Nagato's clapped hands stirred wind considerable to deflect a few shurikens Jiraya threw at him all of a sudden, whilst Konan exhaled a mouthful of water in a small stream, Yahiko only sputtering and causing water to burst past his pursed lips prematurely.

"Katon: Gokakyu no-" Hoshi pushed out his stomach and bent his knees, preparing his muscles from his core to the neck for exhalation, stirring the chakra within him, like waves rising, rushing to meet the shore and then, all at once, crashing, "-jutsu!"

The fireball illuminated the grey and cloudy landscape, burning strong despite the rain for six seconds, before Hoshi cut it off. Grinning widely at he began to walk towards them, but fell face-first after the first step.

"Niisan!" "Hoshi!" Jiraya waved the other three off and approached the downed student himself.

"I can't decide if you're a genius or an idiot," The tall man simply stood as the boy tried to right himself up. There were no burns marks on around his lips or cheeks, signifying the execution itself had been good.

"Lend thee a hand, oh master mine!" Hoshi grimaced as he finally stood up. The jutsu took something out of him, making him feel tired in a way unlike before. Like he had skipped a meal, instead of exerting the energy stored in his body instead.

"You know samurai-speak?" Jiraya kept his expression soft, even as he crossed in arms in deep thought. Hoshi blanched, confirming his slip-up into the archaic form of the language. There were samurais still lived, and so did their style of speaking, apparently. "You're not from Ame, are you?"

Judging by the look in his eyes, it wasn't really a question. "Yes." Hoshi confirmed; a lie of omission if Jiraya took him to be from...whatever the land of samurai was. "Don't ask where." He added quickly.

Jiraya said nothing, staring into the sky.

"Why did you teach me Fuinjutsu?" Hoshi asked as he went through handseals for the famous fire technique of Konoha.

"Don't let it get to your head, but you're writing is impeccable." Jiraya replied absently. Hoshi bit his cheeks, wanting to call bullshit. Many times throughout his lessons he had the impression the Toad Sage had been looking to teach someone Fuinjutsu specifically, even though he didn't yet call himself a seal master.

Snake, Ram, Monkey, Boar, Horse- Tch! His index fingers misaligned and he began over. Thoughts continuously distracted him, going back to Fuinjutsu lessons. Every time he would exceed Jiraya's expectations, it felt the Sannin was hoping for him to do so. Which lead to only one thought for Hoshi, limited as his knowledge was.

The prophecy of the Elder regarding a student of Jiraya...which was something the man would never tell him. Not in a million years. Frustrated, Hoshi gathered his chakra once more – his control slipping a bit as it took greater tightening of muscles of gather it – and for the heck of it aborted the attempt to go through his seals again but the teacher finally seemed to take notice of the student and covered his hands his own.

"Don't push any further for now." Hoshi returned Jiraya's smile with a scowl.

"I'll try again after I eat something."

"Then go get us lunch from the village, and some sake too."

"They won't-" Hoshi opened his mouth but then closed it. He'd seen some kid buy a cigarette after saying his father asked for it from a shopkeeper in one of the neater Ame districts. No one asked for ID or intentions, just money. "Right," he scowled.

The Toad Sage had recently forbidden the other three from wandering to the village until they learned to suppress their developing chakra signatures. On the other hand, the white-haired boy had no noticeable signature until he used chakra, another skill way beyond his level, not that he knew was inspiration for ANBU everywhere.

For Hoshi it meant sneaking around to not run into anyone he knew, since his method of releasing chakra in bursts made his Transformation Jutsu seem like the image of a stuttering projector. Voicing no further complaint he strolled back to hideout to change into his less conspicuous yukata (not worn usually because someone always pointed out to not don in the fashion of a corpse).


Jiraya watched his student go after a performance that would have made an Uchiha proud. His other students also made progress in strides when compared to the average ninja, but there was always something off about that kid.

Yahiko was more mature, and although the type to throw a tantrum his rush was understandable. He had a straightforward personality, with a genuine drive behind his actions that rose and fell as per the laws of human nature. The typical 'try until he gets it' kind of boy, and the one responsible for buggering Jiraya into extra tips besides whatever the jounin told them to focus on.

Konan was more aware of herself, because she was a girl in the world they lived in. A measure of chakra control which Jiraya knew would become thorn for their enemies when it flowered into the rose it was to be. But she also had her shortcomings and turned to her teacher for guidance.

Nagato was the least vocal, but the most emphatic, the one who understood the subtle undercurrents between the team, and clearly adored by them all as the 'innocent one', the one all his friends would want to protect from Life (quite the opposite of Jiraya, who was clearly not innocent and would have been pushed off the peak of Mount Myoboku by one particular member could she have her way). Also the one who was likely the Child of Prophecy.

And then there was Hoshi, with a faraway look in his eyes whenever he trained. His most dangerous student. Physically, even Konan would have an advantage over him did he not near opt for a taijutsu specialization. But it was his mind which was his forte, asking questions about Fuinjutsu that he had not pondered until years later, like whether handseals could be transcribed into a script.

Even more than his mind, it was his instincts which made him the greatest threat on the team. Every blow, every strike, which might seem impractical and idiotic was only so because of his tendency to reach into the requirements of incapacitating or finishing his opponent. Without a drop of Killing Intent.

Except for Yahiko, all of them were budding sensors, with different strengths. Konan had range, Nagato, once he knew what to look for could identify and make deductions about what she was sensing (even to the nature of his clones or jutsus he used!) and Hoshi detected genjutsu as if he had a Bloodline Limit for sensing Yin chakra.

Looking over at the other three, Jiraya held back a sigh. Maybe Hoshi couldn't see it, but when you looked at it from an outside perspective; something was clearly not right about him.


"Sensei, can I follow Hoshi?" Konan asked with slight apprehension, wondering if she was doing a good job of concealing her chakra. Her teacher stared at her impassively, but she was long acclimated to his mental tests, his eyes detecting the hidden query and asking that back at her.

Do you think you're ready?

Konan simply nodded when the Jiraya said nothing and walked past him.

He did not stop her.


In the beginning, Konan had not thought much of it. They were just clothes after all, even if she found it wrong that Hoshi kept dressing in ninja attire he had stolen off a dead body. She wished he wear the same attire as the rest of them, but when he did he wore it differently. It defeated the purpose of wearing matching clothes, like a team...or dare she say it, family.

And then it seemed like he was not going to be able to use chakra, but he found a way, even if Jiraya-sensei had not seen anyone use chakra like him before (except in certain techniques). The blue-haired girl thought her friend would stop his excessive taijutsu training after the discovery, but he didn't relent and pushed himself further.

Konan had asked him directly why, to which he had just smiled at her, in a sad way her mother did when a question was asked of her and she didn't want to lie, so she just smiled in return.

It had pissed her off, initially. She thought back to the questions Hoshi asked people when they wandered the streets with no purpose in life but to survive, and how many of those were linked to some of Jiraya-sensei's lessons.

Population. Area. Diet. Professions. Stuff she hadn't heard anything about, like economy, ideology, per capita income, schooling systems, governance. Whenever their teacher had talked about those, Hoshi pretended to be oblivious, like he was a child. But whenever it was just her with Nagato and Yahiko, he acted very much like an adult.

Today, she wanted to see how he acted like when he was alone. He had her beat when it came to taijutsu and now ninjutsu, but when it came to chakra control and sensing, Konan was the best in their crew.

Keeping her breathing even, she leapt from rock to rock; trying to keep as Hoshi periodically sprinted from place to place, making even an errand into training. At one she slipped and nearly shouted at him, but bit her lip soldiered on.

Once in the city, he walked casually, keeping enough space around people to not bump into anyone, fiddling with the movement of his right arm from time to time. He still hid a kunai there, a fact she wasn't aware of.

The girl trailed the boy with precision, taking note of the shopkeepers he interacted with, the way his shoulder twitched when a pickpocket they knew about walked by him, probably holding back a punch, how he haggled about prices even when the money he had to have on him would have been enough, his shift in posture when a pretty woman several years older than him walked by.

Konan blinked. That was unexpected. She had spent enough time around Yahiko and Nagato to know how boys acted around pretty women, but Hoshi's behaviour was...a bit like Sensei's.

Like he actually would take her out for a cup of tea and grilled fish, if the combination of a blush and the focus of his eyes was any indication. For the Sun's sake, someone even bumped into him from behind after Jiraya-sensei's lessons on vigilance!

Weird...but isn't this blackmail material? Konan nearly giggled, but that would have given her away from behind a drain pipe.

After the unsuspecting boy had made all his purchases, he headed towards a part of the village they had never been to. And for good reason, if the pieces red cloth tied to grills behind the windows of the buildings there were any indication.

Konan felt her blood boil.

Hoshi detected the killing intent and barely slipped into the state of mind of a 'lost but not quite lost' teenager when a kunai pricked into his throat and a familiar voice, in a tone he had never heard before snarled, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Uh, this is, uh, not what you think." Hoshi spluttered, even as the kunai dug into his skin and red drop slid into the crevice between his collarbones.

"Then so tell me, or I will find myself short one friend!" Kunai still pricking his neck, Hoshi swallowed precariously, before his expression changed to neutral, and then a small smirk. "Gathering information."

Konan swore and Hoshi started to sweat. "Look, just you being here can make it a mess, but for now, follow me and don't say much."

"Why?"

"Don't you trust me?"

And that's what it was all about. They all had their secrets, only he had more. And she wanted to know, but he never let down this wall between them.

"I don't get why you're always doing this." She averted her eyes as she removed the kunai. The boy smiled faintly, noticing her unable to apologize.

To make sure the worst that has yet to come doesn't. He wanted to say, but couldn't. Kishimoto might have written the fading patches of a story, but this was their reality. A quick moment to seal abscond everything in a decrepit, soaked alley to seal groceries into a scroll besides some sake, and they were good to go.

"For an offering, although no doubt this will barely count as a gift. That's when our age comes into advantage," Hoshi explained. They walked with caution, taking care to avoid some leering men in wearing straw hats and tattered cloaks, leaning against a rock bench. The streets were clear of rubble, but cigarette packaging and empty bottles of alcohol lay squashed in corners, tobacco butts and paper littered over grills that covered gutters for continuous rain.

Hoshi led her to a building that neither too shabby, nor too posh. Taking a deep breath he pushed the wooden door, rusted hinges and painted a bright green, in. Konan followed, suppressing a frown.

"Welcome- girls, what are you here for?" A girl approached them, around sixteen or seventeen, he complexion pale and dusted with pink make-up. He braided brown hair fell to her mustard sash, which tied her green kimono together.

Another woman, older with short hair framing the side of her face and reaching above her collar of an identical outfit walked up behind her, red stained lips pursing when her eyes ran over the two children. She cocked her head, showing a lone tear-drop earring of cheap, green glass.

"Ahem," Hoshi ground out in his lowest register and could feel Konan try not to smile, "Hello." He bowed, which was prompted his companion to do so as well, and the older girls returned the gesture.

"I'm Misaki, and this is Hana." The one with the longer hair introduced, fluttering her eyes so much Konan thought the powder would dust off her face and fall.

"Aren't you a bit young to be here, boy?" Hana asked, bending to Hoshi's eye level, giving a view of her kimono very inappropriate for any boy Hoshi's age. Predictably, he blood rushed to his cheeks.

Yep, totally into older women. Konan deadpanned internally.

"You speak as if I'm the youngest person to ever come here." This got a polite laugh, hidden behind hands which showed unpolished yet pink nails.

"As a customer, surely. Unless...?" Her eyes trailed to Konan, who glared back balefully, silently stepping on the foot of the boy who had brought them here.

Said boy seemed to remember the sake he was holding, a bottle with a slightly chipped mouth, and offered it to Misaki, who took with grace and smiled back politely, curiosity clear in her eyes.

"I'll get Aunty shortly, honoured guest." She bowed slightly and sashayed to the back, up a staircase connected to the walls.

Hoshi straightened his neck and walked into one of the many booths on either side of the room, covered by grey curtains. Konan lost her opportunity to ask him any questions when the other girl –Hana, her name was- slid into the opposite side of the table, sitting down on one of the mangy cushions with a fluid motion.

"What brings you here, honoured guest?" She was looking at the boy in a new light, wondering where he had gotten the secret way of delivering the sake to request for the owner of this place, besides an outright demand.

"Can you stop with the honoured guest, Hana-neesan? Call me Hoshi."

"Hoshi-sama," Her lips quirked, showing her mirth at the still formal address.

"No sama!"

"Hoshi-chan?"

"Yes, that's fine." Konan cut in. She almost felt bad the betrayed look her friend sent her, before remembering his sheepish demeanour and obvious glances at the pretty lady across them made him seem unprofessional. Amateurish, compared to the person who she had held at kunai-point...

"What? No!"

"Hoshi-chan it shall be then."

"Hana-neesan!" Hoshi folded his arms. "Bully."

"How cute of you," She reached out and patted his head, before withdrawing her hand along with his long bangs, easily guiding his bangs towards herself with ease. "And such soft hair."

"You can have it if you want," he shrugged, knowing that long hair was something that actually held monetary value. "For a woman as pretty as you, I wouldn't mind." A weak riposte, but the attempt earned a laugh nonetheless.

"And what do you do?" Hana turned to Konan.

"We live with our old man and play hopscotch...sometimes we visit the market." A slight thrill ran through her body when she made up her lie on the spot, and then implied to do an activity that was often frowned upon, hoping to form a small connection with a woman who partook in activities also often frowned upon by their society.

One of the lessons Jiraya-sensei had given them was that bad habits and involvement in hobbies or activities that others were quick to judge had a tendency of forming connections between people who shared such pastimes.

"Visit? Market?" She tilted her head coyly. "The place where people can buy things?"

"People can indeed buy things at the market." If only she had some tea to sip, the exchange would be just like ones Sensei told them about during his travels, a side-project of setting up an information network. Actually, he'd be clinking cups of sake but they were too young for that...they were also too young to enter a brothel, she suddenly remembered.

There was a slight knock outside the booth and then Misaki stepped in, a slightly disappointed expression on her face. "I'm sorry, but Aunty's health is not good nowadays, and her vision is fading. She cannot see anyone."

"What's her illness?"

"It's a common thing, in our lives, to be cursed by spirits." Misaki shook her head sadly and Hana began to frown. "Sorry to trouble you, honoured guest."

Hoshi leaned forward on the table, fingers a steeple beneath his chin. "Did a man called Ken come here recently? He's got brown hair with a balding spot?"

Both the older women were startled at the description, and immediately on guard. "I think it's time for you to leave, Hoshi-chan." Hana stood up.

Konan nearly followed, but noticing her friend not moving, only leaning back to maintain eye contact, stayed seated. Who was Ken, and how did the white-haired boy know him? Why did he cause such a reaction? It took effort to stay her questions.

"Please, are you not curious on why we entered into your inn?" Hoshi tried, but the young women did not reply. "Perhaps you might be interested in ways to rid yourselves of the wrath of spirits?" Spirits probably called STDs, Hoshi thought to himself sardonically.

"Why are you here?" Misaki asked, her face glacial.

"It is not Aunty who has been cursed, but the curse is for whoever comes into contact with the man known as Ken," he paused to withdraw a small brown pouch from his sleeve, "This will help."

Hana unfastened the strings to peer inside and her face lit up, torn between incredulity and happiness. "Why do you have this?"

"The herbs go by goldenseal and cat's claw; if you need more, go to the old man with no teeth behind the red-bean bun shop run by the lady with three cats. Let's leave," he nudged Konan and they were up and about.

Before exiting, he turned one last time. "I hope next time I'll be able to see Aunty. Later, Hana-neesan, Misaki-neesan." And they did not wait for any response, stepping out. By the time the girls remembered to thank the children and followed them out, they were gone.


They sprinted back towards home, sandals only touching the ground to boost their leaps as they jumped from rock to rock.

"The person who bumped into you in the market handed you the herbs." Konan broke the silence.

"Correct." Hoshi replied. That was the most obvious deduction.

"You make money on your own and do not tell us." Jiraya would know if he ever drunk on his own or went to places with his money, ergo, he had to have sources he did not tell anyone about if he could buy and get rid of a bottle of sake without his team knowing.

"Correct."

"You have medical knowledge, to know which leaves have uses besides being crumpled and smoked by a crazy man." They weren't taught about medicinal herbs.

A wry smile. "Correct."

"You're honest with your reactions, but not above using them to your advantage." She rolled in the air and launched herself forward with more chakra to cross over a slippery, glistening patch of rock.

"Correct."

"Your main purpose was to not see the owner, but the girls who worked there themselves."

"Correct."

She stopped then, and he landed next to her. They stared at each other in complete silence, before it was broken by Konan, again.

"Why?"

"Ken is a shop-owner from the Ame's Central. 'Aunty' is a woman who is rumoured to be the best-looking mistress in all of the red-cloth districts. The guy got saddled with a girl he could not stand the sight of, so he ventured out of the little bubble built to keep the people who matter hoity-toity under Hanzo's administration. I-"

"-Have probably spent a lot of time around the outer districts, more freely when once you had an excuse to be alone after Jiraya-sensei took us in, but still have not made any progress regarding Central. Why go in there, when someone suited to your needs ventures out?"

Hoshi gaped, not expected her to connect the threads so quickly. Konan smiled back innocently. "What?"

"Well, any questions you want to ask?"

"Any questions? Can I really ask any?"

Standing at her full height, she was an inch or so taller than the boy, barely an intimidating figure. He tried to shrug, to appear unconcerned but found the motions awkward.

"I trust you." He managed.

"Why are you doing all this?"

"To protect you guys."

Konan paused, the words not making any sense, but held on the budding anger within her. "You think we need your protection?"

"The Sannin couldn't defeat Hanzo. Do you think we can take him on?"

Her blood froze within her veins.

"You want to fight Hanzo?!" Konan didn't quite scream.

"There are more ways to fight a person than outright battling them!" Hoshi retorted.

"Are you crazy? What are you trying to do, rule over Ame?"

"No! I mean yes- but not in that sense!"

She had a distinct feeling she ought to be hauling him to Sensei this instant. Instead she pushed forward in this moment he was mentally flustered.

"How many contacts do you have?"

"Just two, and the one who will be the third you met today."

"This Aunty?"

"No, we met Hana-neesan today."

Konan took a single second to think. "She recognized the herbs without you telling her."

"Exactly. She's known to give massages that really soothe the muscles unlike any other. And did you notice Misaki's nails?"

"She wore no nail polish, but they were quite pink. Were they abnormal?" Hoshi shook his head slowly.

"The opposite. They were healthy, which implies not just a rich diet, but a balanced one. Given Aunty's rumoured beauty, she's bound to have connections, which is what interests me as well. The one providing the knowledge of what to get and acquiring said materials is what I want to know, and if I can just happen to help her out in a season where trade is slowing down to another war coming up, maybe she might just return the favour."

Konan was about to ask if he even knew what Aunty's name was when something along the last sentences struck with the force of a water-bullet jutsu. "There's a war coming up?" She almost whispered.

Hoshi nodded, although it was something he had prior knowledge of deduced in reverse. Jiraya had spent nearly two years out of the three he had with them, and given his slight changes in demeanour he caught once in a blue moon, trials were on the horizon.

Thankfully, Ame would opt out and adopt a policy of isolation. Probably, that's what the word on the street was, but then again the people who spoke words on the street thought their opinions were gospel, and did not hesitate to embellish and bolster their tales with hot air just make sure they had the most outstanding story to tell their friends who also competed for the same wish.

"We'll be okay. We'll just train extra-hard and survive. This war is not ours to fight." He reminded her gently, when the girl asked no further questions. "I've told you because I trust you, if you want others to know then I will tell them as well." He didn't want to, but if they were thinking the same things as what Konan thought when she decided to shadow him, he felt like quite the asshole.

They wanted to trust him, but he was making it difficult. When he was around them he was training, when they were relaxing he was revising lectures of Fuinjutsu, when it came to meals he was already too exhausted to engage in any worthwhile discussion, participation less like a friend and attending more like an observer.

Shaking his head, he looked at the cloudy sky. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

Konan snapped out her thoughts, registering what he'd said and his forlorn posture. Smirking, she said, "I'm still telling Jiraya-sensei you entered a brothel."

It was fun to run back full tilt and prevent any further discussion.


It would have been so easy, Orochimaru wondered as he turned away from the male stumbling into his apartment in one of Konoha's civillian blocks. The disgusting man was so drunk that he actually pissed outside the door. What kind of idiot urinated on his own doorstep before taking out his keys and stepping inside? From his place right behind him, hidden by a genjutsu, the Sannin wrinkled his nose.

The vermin was a rapist. Again, it was so easy to make excuses to acquire a living specimen for his foray into the observation of a living, breathing human body. To actually see, instead of using chakra and a body chart derived from anatomical study of cutting up dead bodies to guess.

The man would not survive without continuous care throughout the experiment, something he wasn't entitled to at all. Yet for the love of snakes, the Uchiha that couldn't give a shit about craftsmen or workers who got injured on the job, but would patch up a criminal in order to make him stand trial in court.

Not that anyone would miss this man, and some might in fact toast to his absence over a cup of sake. Such was his miserable attitude. Too easy...if he disappeared, even died, no one would look into it much. He was no medic-nin, and the pain might even be considered punishment for his heinous crime.

Can you face the prospect of death yourself, to decide it for others? A tiny voice spoke in the recesses of his mind, echoing hauntingly. Orochimaru frowned openly. It sounded like an orphan he had met years ago; that Hoshi boy.

He didn't have enough evidence the police would require, nor was he a witness to the man's crime, neither would the woman foolishly go them herself, believing it was her fault to the contrived way civilian masses thought. But it wouldn't do to let scum who ruined a life wander freely, and wake up without ever remembering his crimes clearly.

Orochimaru wasn't someone who was known to brandish the Will of Fire, and maybe it was a good thing, considering how many of the people they fought to protect were men like this creature, slumped against a wall without even bothering to close his door behind him.

Turning away, he cast a vicious genjutsu to make sure the rapist would remember the night just as horrifically as his victim, and slunk into the darkness of the night, back to another sleepless night at Konoha Research and Development.


Yeah, I'll develop the Sannin in this fic as well. Review?