The Butterfly Effect
"My pack? You make it sound like I'm some kind of leader. I am not a leader. I merely know what I value in this world, and to keep it safe I will weather any hurricane, hunt you down, and kill you. Questions?" Continuation of 'Butterflies'. Character death, Anbu operations, gratuitous violence and some adult situations. May change to M rating.
Bonus Chapter 3 – Too soon?
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Me. Five others. Staring. Lots of staring. Well, from one person. A rather disbelieving stare, too. Three others are mostly amused, and the last is pretty impassive – he's a samurai, so that's no great surprise to me. "Something on my face?" I ask.
"No, Imouto-chan. Just amused you didn't see this coming." Gaara offers. His Kazakage hat is placed neatly in front of him, his hands folded, his fingers intertwined and his usual little smile on his lips. I sometimes wonder why his smiles never get any bigger than that.
"I'd have to agree with Gaara-sama. Everyone knew you'd get picked." Mei says, smiling. Her eyes twinkle with delight to show she really is amused right now. Her Mizukage hat is elegantly placed before her, her hand in kept in her lap in case she has to hide her nervous tell – she fidgets.
"Nn. It makes the most sense. After all, it was you who defended Konoha, wasn't it." Darui drawls, smirking. I don't roll my eyes, but I want to. Apparently being present during an invasion automatically equates to 'saviour of the village' these days. His Raikage hat is on the table in front of him, like the others. But there's a sense of… carelessness about how it sits. Its forward tip is pointing exactly at the centre of the hexagon of tables, just like the last two, but somehow it just looks… half-assed.
Not surprisingly, the glarer doesn't comment. He just continues glaring. Oonoki, the walking dinosaur. That he survived when the rest of his species didn't. Impressive. His Tsuchikage hat is elegantly, precisely placed. He is a man that likes things done a certain way.
As for me? The Hokage hat is placed in front of me, precise, elegant. My hands are folded and gently placed on the table in front of me. I know my tells, but I just don't care. Gaara and Mei will know every time I give half the story, they know me well enough. And I'm just not the politricks type. I like things to be predictable, understandable, straightforward.
The last? Saromi Mifune, General of Three Wolves and the samurai nation of Iron. Seeing as the Land of Iron is basically one big ass snowball? I'm not surprised there aren't a lot of settlements here. I don't know him, at all really, but I've been around samurais so much it isn't funny. He's curious about me and the company I keep.
"Well, we're all here. Can we get this started? I'm sure there are more important things to be done than staring at me." I point out, gazing at Oonoki with a raised eyebrow. "Or should I be asking about Kurotsuchi's recovery?" The killing intent in the room is almost stifling. "I'm sorry. Too soon?"
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End Bonus Chapter 3
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A/N: This isn't something that will surprise too many people, I'm sure. But it's a fun little piece to write, and it shows what it must.