Iga no Sanchou

by Catchandelier

The older the clan, the crazier the amount of bullshit you can do. There were ninjas before the Sage, after all. A drabble-fic in twenty-five chapter arcs, thirteen arcs total. Hold on to your burn cream, kiddies. (We're going straight to hell!)

9. Clean

To date, the Iga Triplets have destroyed: 57 wooden ink pots, 14 writing tables, 59 brushes, and 70 reams of bleached archival paper.

Yayoi does not scar. Kirara does not scar. Raiko has only one scar from the sister's endeavors to learn sealing. She covers it with a wristband.

The only part of the house that isn't perpetually clean is their study, where the girls practice sealing. It's one of the few places in the house that the perma-genin teams assigned to watch over them aren't allowed to enter, ever.

Their house smells like bleach and artificial flowers, always- always after a cleaning. After the genin teams finish cleaning their house- weren't asked, nothing wrong with their house- Kirara opens the sliding panel wall and lets the crosswinds through, taking all the hospital-clean stench with it.

The study is the only place that still smells like their mother left in the house.