Disclaimer: I revoke any claim to the original characters and plot of Naruto.
The time for another chapter has come! Read on, my faithful minions! (Evil chuckle)
Flashback
Akina grumbled dejectedly and winced as her hair was tugged too hard.
"Sorry!" Ayame-chan gasped, but didn't pause from brutally abusing the blonde's hair. Akina pouted.
"Why do you have to play with my hair anyway?"
"It's not playing! It's braiding!" Ayame defended with conviction, finishing yet another section of Akina's soon-to-be braid. Akina huffed.
"What's the difference?"
Ayame sighed. "Akina-chan, it's the festival tomorrow and Kushina-sama is too busy setting up the nursery to get you all nice! …How did it even get this knotted in the first place?" she muttered as she pulled another knot apart. Akina shrugged.
"I was training with Itachi and it got a bit tangled…"
Ayame's eyes widened dramatically. "Itachi? Eww! Why do you keep playing with him, he's a boy! They're yucky!"
Akina shook her head rapidly, messing up the half-done braid. "My 'Tachi's not yucky!"
Ayame looked at her friend sceptically. "All boys are yucky."
Akina crossed her arms over her chest and gave a weak glare. "Nuh uh, Itachi isn't! He always washes his hands 'n' stuff!"
"Ok, ok." Ayame said in her childish voice, motioning for Akina to calm down, while inwardly rolling her eyes. Life was so simple, back when the worst possible scenario was missing the festival, or- Kami forbid- getting cooties from the boys.
Nobody could have predicted the tragedies that followed only a month later.
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Akina cursed out loud in frustration. She was still having trouble getting Fuuton: Makaze Shuriken no Jutsu (Wind style: Devil Wind Shuriken Jutsu) right. Every time she felt like she had finally got it, she lost control and ended up covered in thin, sharp cuts from the invisible blades. Akayuki had long since abandoned her, preferring to remain in one piece. Akina panted and growled in annoyance. This technique, Kami it would be the death of her! No matter how careful she was, her chakra control still wasn't good enough to sustain a hold over the jutsu!
Her private grounds were almost completely butchered by the stray and uncontrollable wind. Makaze Shuriken were not only invisible to the eye, but cut so much sharper than a normal, metal weapon ever could. It was a limitlessly useful technique, but it sure was giving her trouble! Her hands were so heavily bandaged by now that it was near impossible to form hand signs, so she reluctantly called it a day.
Akayuki watched warily from a tree branch. It seemed that Akina had finally stopped savaging the place, and the young weasel couldn't be gladder. She had nearly got him a few times! He moved his flexible body over and under branches as he scurried back towards the tree truck, and shimmied down onto the destroyed earth below. He leapt over some small cracks, but avoided the larger ones. His small, padded feet dug into the softened dirt as he jumped up onto Akina's leg and held on with his pin-prick claws.
A brown hawk wearing a blue band passed overhead and Akina immediately recognized it as the Sandaime's personal messenger bird. It seemed that Sandaime-Jiji was summoning her to the tower. She could only wonder what it could possibly be about.
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"I want to tell Jiraiya." The Sandaime said deceptively casually as he took a puff from his pipe. His ANBU guards had already been dismissed briefly, as happened each time Akina came to see him.
Akina froze, panicking. What! No, we can't tell Jiraiya-jiji, I'm not ready…He'll be so disappointed in me for not telling him! And I-I'm not strong enough yet, I can't face him like this! He'll hate me for not telling him, and he'll be so sad…but I really do miss him…Akina went on internally listing the reasons she couldn't tell Jiraiya.
The Sandaime watched her conflicting emotions carefully, before finally releasing the built up smoke into the air. "He has a right to know that his goddaughter is alive…the only reason I have not informed him already is because it was on your request, but with the recent news of Akatsuki's goal, I feel be must be let in on the truth."
"B-but Hokage-sama-" Akina struggled to come up with a valid excuse.
"I know that you are scared Akina-chan, although for the life of me I can't understand why. Jiraiya would be nothing less than thrilled to see that you are indeed alive, and yet you are hiding behind uncertainty which will ultimately hurt you both." The aging Hokage stated gently but firmly.
Akayuki sensed Akina's distress and shot up to her shoulder, hissing threateningly at the surprised Sandaime. Akina sighed and reached up to pat the weasel's slinky body reassuringly.
"It's ok Aka-chan…"
The albino animal reluctantly settled down, but didn't cease to glare at the Hokage, who watched in slightly intimidated amusement. A prankster's grin stretched across Akina's face.
"You're not scared of my sweet little Aka-chan are you Sandaime-jiji?" she asked innocently.
The Hokage's eyes narrowed and he scoffed. "Of course not, how preposterous."
Akina hummed contemplatively, before whispering covertly to Akayuki. The Sandaime watched warily, he knew that face…it always meant trouble. Suddenly, the white weasel leapt off the blonde girl's shoulder and made his way across the room in large bounds, red eyes intent on the now wide-eyed Hokage. Akina stifled a giggle behind her hands at seeing the almighty Kage twitch in an attempt to remain calm. Akayuki's gaze narrowed at the challenge and sprung into the air. Before Hiruzen knew what was happening he had ducked out of the weasel's path, clutching his Hokage Hat for dear life. He slowly straightened up in an attempt to keep his dignity, but squawked uncontrollably at what he saw.
That damn weasel was tearing up his Icha Icha!
He had been sure that Akina hadn't seen where he had hidden it! …But then again, this was Namikaze Akina.
Said girl stood in front of his desk wearing the biggest, evilest grin he had even seen. "I taught him well." She chuckled as Akayuki continued to bite, rip and slash up that horrible orange book. Finally, when there was not much but confetti left, Akayuki pranced back over to his mistress proudly, seeming oblivious to the Hokage's death glare.
Akina cleared her throat. "So about…Jiraiya…"
The Sandaime shook his head to clear it. "Ah yes. He will be arriving in the village any day now to make his annual report, I'll send for you when he appears."
"Hai Hokage-sama." Akina bowed, and then Shunshined out of the room in a flock of ravens.
The Sandaime turned back to what little remained if his precious novel and wept anime tears that the returning ANBU guards respectfully chose not to notice.
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"We have a mission Itachi."
Itachi didn't reply, simply walking out the door of his designated room. Kisame narrowed his small eyes in annoyance, but followed nevertheless.
"Don't you even want to know what it is?"
"Hn…" Itachi answered, giving Kisame an expectant look. The blue man handed over the scroll, trying not to throw it at the stoic Uchiha's face in irritation.
"It's another assassination."
No reaction, not that Kisame had expected one.
"This time it's a small-fry Feudal Lord. Kakuzu says the bastard is standing in the way of further funds for Akatsuki."
Still nothing.
"So Leader-sama decided-"
"I possess the ability to read, Kisame. Your explanations are pointless." Itachi said with a patronising glance.
Kisame snapped. "Ok, you know what, damn you! Any longer stuck with you and my fucking voice box is gonna die of disuse."
"Hn."
Kisame growled. Itachi didn't even bat an eyelid. The Uchiha's Sharingan twirled lazily as he locked eyes with his fraud of a partner. Then again Itachi was rather biased, having Akina as his last partner.
"Let's go Kisame. Do not jeopardise the mission with your foolishness." He ordered coldly, inwardly chuckling at the blue man's furious expression.
Kisame's blood boiled to the point of pain. Kami, he loathed the dark haired teen. It was a good thing they had a mission, otherwise Kisame wasn't sure he could take it any longer.
He needed to kill someone. Immediately.
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Akina sat in her room, sulking. She had kept her identity a secret for so long now, it was unnatural for her to even contemplate revealing herself to Jiraiya-jiji. What if he was disappointed? Maybe he had really wanted a godson, the child named after one of his book characters! Sure, she knew that he had loved her, but wouldn't he be mad? He had believed that Naruto was alive this whole time, what if he felt betrayed? She couldn't lose him! Although they had not been together in a long time, he was still her family!
She bit her lip, glancing back down at the blank paper in her hands. She really wasn't sure how to tell Itachi about all of this while still keeping a code, but she could definitely try.It took about three times to get it right, but she was happy enough with the end result.
Kurome,
The pervert is coming home, shadow says it's time to tell him. I'm excited, but mostly panicking. What will he think? Dammit, maybe I'm just being paranoid…
Chibi still thinks he's royalty around here, not that the raging Fangirls are helping. I swear it's almost as bad as the time they nearly drugged you.
I'm still training of course, so you had better not be slacking off. I'll be wanting a spar next time we meet.
Shadow thanks for the recent information on the clouds' pattern, seems that there is a storm heading our way, so it's best to be prepared. The weather can be unpredictable.
Stay safe, or I'll kick your ass.
Misora.
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Itachi smiled in the way he could only do when thinking of Akina, when nobody was around of course. The raven who had delivered him the short letter watched silently as he waited to return to Akina-sama with Itachi-sama's reply.
The two had become known as '-Sama' to the lesser birds as they had gained Watarigarasu's favour, something very rare even among his own kind. The raven lord was kind and fair, but above all else believed in equality amongst those who deserve it, and as such treated the human summoners as he would his own chicks.
Itachi brought the ink brush to paper and wrote in his fluid script.
Misora,
It couldn't be avoided forever…he is a smart man, I'm sure he'll understand. Just enjoy the reunion while you can. However, I am curious as to how much he will be told, and if it includes our current situation.
Royalty? I can only hope that is a phase, otherwise the pride will consume all rationality. As for the Fangirls, I still blame you for that particular incident, if I had not been so distracted I would have noticed immediately.
When have I ever been known for 'slacking off' as you so elegantly put it?
The weather can be dangerous indeed. But fear not, I have an umbrella. On a more serious note, I have never dropped guard.
Of course.
Kurome.
Itachi watched solemnly as the sleek bird disappeared from the horizon, heading in the direction of Konoha. He wished he could check on Akina himself, but even the sought-after Sharingan cannot see that far.
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Danzou sat enshrouded in shadows, perched comfortably on his throne within the depths of Root Headquarters. The thick bandages encasing his body irritated his skin, but he had long since become accustomed to the minor inconvenience. A figure was crouched respectfully in front of him, head lowered as he had his report.
"Target Uchiha Sasuke has strayed from his designated path Danzou-sama. While the isolation is progressing as planned, it seems that an interference has been encountered."
Danzou glared unhappily. "What interference?"
"The Jinchuriki, Uzumaki Naruto, has been pursuing a 'friendship' I believe. Uchiha Sasuke has turned down all attempts thus far, but the lack of protesting to the pursuit is alarming in regards to the plan." The solider, perhaps around twenty years old, informed Danzou without inflection.
"I see…Uzumaki Naruto is it..." Damn Namikazes! Even now you are interfering with my plans… "Soldier, you are to deal with this threat immediately. Separate them, but do not kill the Jinchuriki. He is too great a weapon to destroy just yet."
"I understand Danzou-sama. It shall be done."
The faceless solider stood, sporting a dead, blank expression. He bowed to his master, before disappearing with the silent skill of a highly trained operative. Danzou's bandaged hands clenched the armrests angrily.
Root was an operation born purely for the sake of protecting and enriching Konoha, by any and all means necessary. Danzou did not have the time, nor the liberty to engage in such things that those who oppose him called 'moral', it was simply a foolish ideal. To maintain a village such as Konoha, they could not practice in compassion and understanding of the enemy, or the whole village would crumble to ash soon enough. The Sandaime was far too soft, as were all of his predecessors. The Yondaime Danzou had help hope for, as the blonde was undeniably a ruthless assent during the war. Alas, the Namikaze had proven useless and ignorant as well, though he had preferred to be called 'optimistic'.
The survival of Uchiha Sasuke has once infuriated the war-monger, as it showed a blatant disregard for orders from Uchiha Itachi, and Danzou did not enjoy been defied. However, now he could shape the boy to his own advantage.
It was only a matter of time.
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Deidara glared fiercely at the stoic Uchiha that had just walked out of the base. He hated that bastard, absolutely hated him! That asshole had humiliated and disgraced him, and then forced him to join this organisation of weirdos! He growled as the scene flashed though his mind once again.
Flashback
Deidara brushed some grey dust off his clothes and sat up from where he had landed. A wide grin stretched across his face, that was SO awesome! Suddenly, three cloaked man were in front of him, appearing out of nowhere. Deidara scrambled to his feet and reached into his clay pouch, ready to attack if provoked. All of the newcomers wore the same red patterned cloak. Were those clouds?
The tallest of the three was HUGE, completely towering over the others. He had small eyes, a wide, sharp grin and most obviously, was BLUE! The guy had a massive sharkskin sword on his back, which look kinda familiar, and he actually resembled a shark himself…
Another of them was hunched over like some kind of cripple. His hair stood up in odd spikes and the bottom part of his face was covered by cloth. There was no emotion or life is his eyes, making him seem almost less human then the shark-monster.
The last of the three was surprisingly young, only a few years younger than Deidara himself, if he were to guess. This one was by no means short, but he could certainly not compare to the hulking figure beside him. The most shocking thing about this boy was his eyes. They were blood red, unnerving to say the least, and they also had a distinctive lack of emotion, although it was clear that they were by no means lifeless eyes. He was the most obviously human of the three, but that only served to make him seem all the more demonic.
Deidara was beginning to wonder if he had hit his head too hard during the blast.
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"Let me get this straight, un." Deidara spoke slowly, with disbelief. "You want me to join your organisation, and give up my freedom? Screw that, un! I am free to express my art all I like, there is no way I'm getting tied down again, not after just leaving the wretched village un!"
He received blank gazes. Well, Sasori and Itachi's were blank, Kisame looked amused. In a bloodthirsty way.
"Join or we kill you." He shrugged, as if he didn't care either way.
Deidara blanched. "No way, un!"
"How about a compromise?" Sasori croaked, his voice being butchered by the puppet he was residing inside. "If you are able to defeat one of us in battle, you shall remain 'free' as you call it."
Deidara thought for a moment. "…Ok, deal, un. But only 'cause I know I can kick your asses."
"Very well. Who do you choose as an opponent?" Sasori inquired. The blonde artist went over his options.
The shark –guy, well…Deidara's living clay was strong, but he was not yet practiced enough to risk challenging him. From the looks of that sword, it was one of the blades belonging to the Seven Swordsmen, and no way he was fighting one of those right now.
The dark haired one with the red eyes was intimidating…but really, that was silly. He had no idea of that one's abilities, so was hesitant to initiate a fight without any clue what he was getting into. The crippled guy was looking like the best bet so far, and Deidara was just about to announce his choice, when a strong wind blew from the South, causing the hunched man's cloth to flutter, revealing his lower face. And then, Deidara was freaking out. Oh Kami, he's a freaking puppet! What the hell, where's the real one! He could be anywhere… Nuh uh, explosives only worked when you could FIND THE TARGET, so that guy was out. Red-eyes guy it was.
Kami would he regret that choice moments later.
"I choose you!" (AN: Pikachu! haha) he exclaimed, pointing to Itachi rather rudely.
The unimpressed reactions were anticlimactic. Kisame was put out, Sasori just didn't care, as long as he didn't have to be kept waiting long, and Itachi looked as if the battle was over already. Deidara reached into his pouch, groping for some clay and beginning to mould it. Itachi just looked him in the eyes.
And it was over.
Deidara froze and his facial muscles dropped, becoming slack. For a moment there was total silence, before piercing screams of anguish echoed from the blonde's throat. Deidara crumpled to the ground, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He gasped and panted for breath, visible eye wide with shock and horror.
"What the fuck happened to him?" Kisame snorted. Sasori just watched on contemplatively. Itachi didn't even look away from the shaking blonde as he answered his 'partner's question.
"Tsukuyomi."
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Akina could not believe it. She really, truly, could not believe it. Here she was, sitting in the Hokage's office, waiting for the dreaded (and yet anticipated), reunion with Jiraiya.
And he was late.
Was it just a universal thing for perverts to never show up on time? She remembered how Kakashi-nii would always come late, and make up ridiculous excuses. Once he told her that he had been out shovelling snow from his elderly neighbour's yard. And it had been Summer! Minato had bonked him over the head for that one, and Kushina had just rolled her eyes in amused affection…
No. She mustn't get lost in the past. Not now, or she'd never be able to hold herself together. Kami, now she was getting even more nervous. Where the hell was he! Probably spying on some poor women in the hot spring no doubt, that old lecher-
"Heeey Sensei, missed me?"
Akina froze in her seat. So many memories were rushing through her mind…Jiraiya-jiji…Still hadn't noticed her yet…oh right, she was still masking her chakra, and under her Henge.
"Jiraiya, good to see you again. Not getting into trouble I hope?" The Sandaime asked ruefully as his student stepped down from the windowsill.
"Of course not! The great Jiraiya is invincible!" he gloated, puffing out his chest and striking a pose. Akina couldn't hold back a snicker. Jiraiya turned around in surprise, since when were they not alone? …Oops.
He took in the kid's spiky blonde hair, blue eyes and approximate age, but what really hit him were the undeniable whisker markings of his pupil's son. He turned his eyes away, glaring at the Sandaime out of the corner of his eyes. First he takes the kid away from him, and now it's getting rubbed in his face?
Why couldn't his Sensei understand? Kami, he had lost almost everything that meant anything to him. Other than Tsunade and Sensei, the Namikazes' had been the closest thing to family he had. Minato was the son he was always proud of, and Kushina was the daughter that nobody could ever mess with. And Akina-chan…she had been everything to all of them. Always smiling, always full of energy and excitement…After the Kyuubi attack, he had searched endlessly for her, knowing that she had been elsewhere at the time. He finally tracked down her previous whereabouts, but the Uchiha Matriarch could only sob that she had not seen the girl since they left to fight. He had tried asking their son, Akina's friend what's-his-name, but the boy had said nothing of use. Eventually he was forced to accept her death as another of many casualties, but to him, it was the harshest of them all.
All that was left of the broken family was Naruto, but when he had tried to take custody of the boy, the Council had refused him. According to them, as Konoha's spy-master he must continue travelling and gaining information, but he was not permitted to take the boy with him. As the Kyuubi's Jinchuriki, they had decided immediately that if they could not put him to death, then he must not be allowed to leave the village unless on a mission sometime in the future. Jiraiya had been furious, and was halfway to kidnapping Naruto and becoming a Missing-nin, but Sarutobi-sensei had held him back. He had told Jiraiya that it was for the best, and to just let it go. Kami, he had been this close to punching the old man in the face after that.
He had left the village, only returning once a year, sending most of his information by way of Toad summons. He had eventually forgiven his Sensei, but had never attempted to contact his godson. It would be too hard now…too painful. To impossible to lie to the kid about everything, who he was,what he was, and most importantly why fate had dealt him such a cruel hand. But now, here he was, in close vicinity with the boy, and Sarutobi-Sensei was just giving him a look of encouragement. Easy for you old man. This child was from a broken family, and he was not even allowed to tell the boy about them. It was easier to just stay at a distance.
"…Sensei, who's the brat?" he asked in a falsely brash tone.
The Sandaime sighed deeply. "Jiraiya…it is time for you to learn the truth."
"Truth? What on earth are you blathering on about now?" the Sannin asked irritation, crossing his arms over his chest.
The Hokage looked directly in his pupil's eyes."…Your godson Naruto died on the night of the Kyuubi attack, Jiraiya, in Kushina and Minato's arms. I'm sorry."
Dark eyes widened above red tear-markings. "W-what? What the hell are you on about Sensei, have you gone senile! That's impossible, he's right-"
Jiraiya turned his gaze to Naruto, lifting up a hand to point, only to freeze. "-There…." He muttered in shock. Naruto had disappeared, and what remained was now the unhenged Akina, staring back at him. The Sandaime cleared his throat.
"Jiraiya, it is time you knew the truth about Namikaze Akina."
"…Hey Jiraiya-jiji." Akina whispered, waving a hand awkwardly.
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"All this time. All this time, and you never told me? DAMN YOU OLD MAN! Do you have any idea what I was going through? Heck, those first two years I could have out-drank Tsunade easily. What were you thinking?"
"Jiraiya-"
"And another thing, who the hell was looking after her? I mean she was five! Why all the damned secrecy?" The Gama Sannin was losing it. His Akina-chan had been alive all this time! Naruto was dead? Akina-chan was the real Jinchuriki? It was all too much!
"Jiraiya-Jiji…You don't know how it was, seeing everything from Naruto's perspective. Living his life…the things people said, the isolation…it makes me almost grateful that he died, so that he never had to go through that. I was ok, because I understood, and I wasn't alone, but I can't imagine what would have happened to him."
Jiraiya had long since sat down heavily, needing the support. "Surely it wasn't that bad-"
"23 assassination attempts. And that is only in the last three years…if I had not been ANBU trained, then I would be dead by now." Akina stated factually. Jiraiya paled.
"ANBU? YOU LET HER JOIN THE ANBU?" he turned to his Sensei fiercely. The Sandaime sighed.
"Jiraiya, please calm yourself."
"Yeah Jiraiya-jiji, I don't want you keeling over from heart failure right now." Akina joked drily.
"What was that you brat?" he asked with narrow-eyed glance. Akina's blue eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Nothing at all."
Jiraiya snorted. "Hmph. Why the heck were you in ANBU? The only ones to join so young were Kakashi and Uchiha Itachi."
Akina looked at the wall. "Itachi and I joined together. We were partners."
"You knew Uchiha Itachi?" Jiraiya asked in shock.
"…You know for an information gatherer, you sure never retain any information." Akina said with a half-hearted glare. "Yes, Itachi and I have been best friends since we were three. Do you remember now?"
"…Wait, is he the brat me and Minato were gonna beat up?" And the one who I asked about you?
Akina sighed, grimacing as she recalled that. "…Hai…."
Jiraiya slammed his fist down on the Sandaime's desk, causing the neatly folded pile of paper to tumble. "We damn well should have done it, look how he turned out after all. A total traitor, one of Konoha's worst criminals!"
Akina felt the defensive fury rise inside of her, but she kept it firmly restrained. Jiraiya didn't know yet…it wasn't his fault. But she loathed hearing anybody speaking bad about Itachi.
The Sandaime grieved over the paperwork, before turning back to Jiraiya and once again adding to the conversation. "Not precisely."
"…Kami, what don't I know now?" Jiraiya nearly whimpered. When the heck did he get so out of the loop?
"Uchiha Itachi was ordered to eliminate the Uchiha clan. He is was and continues to be a loyal Konoha Shinobi, and is currently an undercover agent within the Akatsuki." Akina recited in an official tone.
Jiraiya straightened up, suddenly a lot more interested. "The S-class organisation of international criminals? Who is his contact?" If he got in touch with this kid, the possibilities of what he could gather were enormous.
Akina blinked, as if asked an obvious question. "I am."
Jiraiya looked at Akina blankly. It was clear that his brain had ceased to function. After a prolonged silence, he wandered out the door, mumbling vaguely about 'Icha Icha Infiltration'.
Done! Yay, Jiraiya! I felt sorry for him writing this…
-TITM