AN: Ok. A deal is a deal and you guys have done your part. I would Like to thank Dame Lee Lee,myharlequinromance321, Kimiama, .3 and Dchan3 for reviewing. Here is part two.
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Unlikely Love
These are thoughts, I mused.
"This is speaking regular for everyone else" to this is Japanese
"This is emphasis"
"This is English (also used as a high clearance Anbu code in the Narutovese)"
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Chapter 7,
...Part II...
Enter the Toad
Jiraiya sighed as the sight of Konoha's great gates began to loom in the distance, as a range of emotions filled him. Pleasure at seeing his beloved village after so long, annoyance that he had been called away from his work so suddenly and without much explanation, worry over what could have been so direly important, and cold determination to face whatever emergency had called him back . After all, it wasn't often that he received summons like this and usually it did not bode well. He had made good time after receiving an urgent summons from the Hokage yesterday through a monkey summon. Thankfully, he had actually been fairly close to the village when he had received the message and didn't have to stop through the night as he traveled. As the sun began to peek over the horizon and the gates began to open Jiraiya pushed ahead, intent on seeing what his sensei needed that was so urgent.
Samira fidgeted where she sat in the office before the Hokage. To say that she was nervous and on high alert would have been an understatement, with the way her palms where sweating and how her hands shook with adrenaline. Yesterday had been a hard day, but today was going to be even more so from what the Hokage had mentioned in passing. Her stomach had dropped in dread when Shikaku explained to her that they were going to send her out of the village with a special man who would teach her all she needed to know and groom her on her cover story.
Flashback
"What?" She gasped dread filling her. They were kicking her out?
"W-why do I have to leave the village?" she demanded, worried that they might be just getting rid of her and worried about who was going to look after Naruto.
"It is to fill the part of our cover story. It's obvious that you are a foreigner so trying to claim that you have been in the village the whole time would be foolish. Just having you appear in the village the way you are would be even more foolish."
"Then what's my cover story?" She asked.
"You are the daughter of Uzumaki Kumoto and Hanamori. We will claim that they were part of Jiraiya's spy network near the south of Hi no Kuni where some of the larger port cities are. A lot of people come and go so it will be harder to verify your origins and it would make sense for him to have spies in that area since it is rich in gossip. Since your family kept you home most of the time because they wished to keep an eye on you, it will fit perfectly with your past, since both areas are not kid friendly enough to have children roam without supervision. It will also explain why you are not easily recognized in the areas. Your family moved to the coast since it was easier on your mother's lungs since she had a breathing disorder. You where mainly raised civilian but when your parents took in a wandering Taijutsu master, you learned his skills. You also learned the erhu while going to school. When you where fifteen, your parents were identified as spies by some foreign ninja and killed. Jiraiya rushed you from the city and to the shelter of your grandparents until you reached seventeen and realized that you wanted to come to the village hidden in the leaves to become a ninja. You hunt down Jiraiya in the next two years and call in your favor, reminding him of why your parents died. He agrees to help you to the village, but you must travel with him and he will only teach you if he deems you worthy. You agree and the two of you travel around from place to place. And then you heard that there was a boy there with the last name Uzumaki living in the village from Jiraiya. Well, that's the simplified version of it," said Shikaku with a bored wave of his hand as Samira gasped at him in shock.
"A-a ninja? Wait what?! He's going to be training me to be a ninja?!" She nearly shrieked in shock, mixed emotions raging. Shikaku winced at her volume as he sighed in annoyance.
"Quiet down woman. Maybe. You will only be trained if he deems you worthy of being taught. The Hokage might be able to order Jiraiya to solidify your cover for you, but he can't make him train you. Jiraiya is far too stubborn to take on another student without some serious incentive." he said with a sigh. Samira was reeling but a part of her was eager to learn to be a ninja. That would just be so... so amazing! Wow...
"Well, why can't one of you train me? Why does it have to be this guy if he's so damn picky?" she asked as Shikaku sighed.
"For one, we," At this he gestured to everyone that was in the room which included Ibiki, Kakashi and Inoichi, "can't leave the village our selves without making the cover seem suspicious. We are Clan heads, Department heads and Kakashi is famous in his own right and would be sorely missed if we left and we need someone who will know how to place the foundation for your cover throughout the land of fire, in case anyone decides to look into your past. Someone who's traveling habits will not seem out of the norm." She frowned.
"Ok, I get that part. That's not what I was asking. I was asking why does he have to be the one to train me, not why he has to make my cover believable." She asked. Shikaku hummed in understanding.
"Let me put it this way," said Kakashi, "He is a legendary ninja. Legendary among legends and very VERY powerful. To be taught by him would be a great honor and if you are taught by him, it will give you enough political sway to stay in the village." At Samira's puzzled expression he continued.
"When you return, the council will be called to debate the issue of your presence in this village because of your bloodline, the Uzumaki bloodline, mainly because they will be concern that you will try to take or influence Naruto against the village, since you are his only living relative that they will know of. Because of this they will try to have you forced from the village. You need to find a way to get that man to train you. If he does, he will back you enough that the council will have no choice but to allow you to stay despite their disapproval. It is mainly the elders and the civilian representative that will be an issue." Samira blinked dazedly before groaning.
"My head hurts. How much more of this is there?" she muttered. Shikaku laughed without humor before dropping a large stack of papers on the table. Samira's eyes went wide.
"You think THAT is bad, I was the one to had to come up with everything," Shikaku groused.
"Bloody freakin' hell, did you do that all last night?" Samira breathed, admiration warring with horror. Shikaku snorted as he pointed lazily at his face, more specifically the shadows under his eyes.
"Does it look like I got any sleep last night?" he asked as Samira grimaced before bowing her head respectfully.
"Thank you very much Shikaku-sama." she murmured gratefully. The man snorted as a grin quirked his mouth into a lazy smirk.
"Just Shikaku-san is fine. In front of the council however, make sure to use the -sama," he said as she nodded before Inoichi cleared his throat.
"Samira-san, I believe its time I performed the memory transference technique on you." he said making her blink in shock.
"T-the what?"
"I will be transferring knowledge of our writing system to you so that you will be able to properly read our language. I will also transfer knowledge such as traditions and colloquialisms to your mind as well," He said making her stare at him in stunned shock. He could do that?
Yes he could and it gave her a nosebleed and a roaring head ache.
Flashback ends
Now that the blur of information had died down, Samira was now left to her fretting as she worried over the things that could go wrong with this plan. The man they all mentioned sounded so prickly, and she wasn't the most charming of individuals anymore. The sound of shuffling made pulled her from her thoughts and she looked up. The older man was sitting calmly before her as he puffed away contently on his pipe. Shikaku was currently asleep in his chair, his long night catching up with him and Kakashi was in the corner of the room looking board. Ibiki wasn't here this time since he was busy playing catch up with the work he hadn't gotten done yesterday. Her eyes drifted to where there were two empty chairs sat open in the room, since Inoichi had left the office to go receive someone from the front gate who would be joining them.
I wish I could have brought Naruto, Samira thought with a grimace as her gaze drifted across the mostly silent office, but he had had school. It was too quiet for her liking, and it was getting on her nerves, making her more nervous.
Thump!
She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden sound and her head snapped around to find the source of the sound. A muffled groan came from outside the window from the man that had collided with it. Through the glass she could see him cradled his nose with a grimace as his wildly long white hair flowed in the breeze, the soft white spikes shifting like a mane around his large broad shoulders. Long red tear tracks marked the outer parts of his eyes and ran all the way down to his jaw line. He was easily the tallest man Samira had seen from this world so far, dwarfing the rest of them with ease. He had to be at least six feet tall, and the wooden geta sandals he wore only added to his height. The Hokage shook his head in annoyance before he reached out to touch the window. A series of black ink marks suddenly made their selves visible as a thrum of energy filled the room. The window opened to permit the white haired man entrance. Still grimacing the tall white haired man stepped into the office as the Hokage swiftly touched the ink again, making it invisible once more.
"Why did you put up a barrier seal sensei?" grumbled the towering white haired man as the sound of his clogs filled the office as he moved to lean against the wall, still cradling his red nose. Hiruzen took his place behind his desk once more instead of answering right away.
"Because this is an SS class secret, Jiraiya, and I need you to fulfill an assignment for me," said the Hokage seriously making the white haired Jiraiya pause to look at his teacher. His brow furrowed slightly before his eyes darted around the room, taking in Kakashi, and a sleeping Shikaku. He frowned when he realized there was someone else that was seated slightly out of sight and he moved forward so he could see better. He paused as his breath caught in his throat when the short haired beauty came into sight, her purple eyes cautious and appraising as she watched him. She was a bit underweight but it was undeniable that she would be a beauty if she gained a few pounds.
"Why hello there beautiful," Jiraiya said smoothly as he sent her a charming grin. She blinked in surprise before frowning in confusion as she leaned over and nudged Shikaku who sleepily opened up a bloodshot eye.
"What's this guy's deal?" she asked quietly, speaking in English. Shikaku sighed.
"Might as well tell you now. He's a total perv. A letch, womanizer, etc etc." he said with a wide yawn as Jiraiya bristled indignantly at the comment.
"Hey! I'll have you know that I'm not just a pervert..." he paused before taking a dramatic kabuki stance.
"I'm a super pervert!"
"And you called him a legend among legends. I'm screwed," Samira groaned as she face palmed.
"Only if you want to be," Jiraiya purred as he took a step forward making Samira stiffen as she blushed at the innuendo. Hiruzen let loose a cloud of smoke as he sighed
"Sit down. We have much to discuss." He commanded to get the group back on track. There was a mumble of 'troublesome' from Shikaku but otherwise everyone settled into their seats, Jiraiya's face still in a cheeky grin while Samira looked uncomfortable. All eyes snapped up when the seal on the door flared before admitting Inoichi who paused as he took in the tense atmosphere. Shutting the door swiftly behind him he frowned slightly as he moved to take his seat.
"It appears that I just missed you Jiraiya-sama." he said carefully as he looked around, trying to see if he could pick up on what had caused the frigid atmosphere." It was Jiraiya that finally broke the stillness by leaning back in his seat so he could run his hands over his face with a sigh.
"Now, I know you must be wondering why I have called you here today Jiraiya," said the Hokage before continuing. "As my student and a past candidate for Hokage, you are aware for the Forbidden Lake," stated the Hokage. Jiraiya nodded.
"Yes. What's this got to do with anything?" he asked. The office was silent for a moment as several eyes drifted towards Samira.
"About a month and a week ago, Orochimaru broke into the lake and took three people, a little boy, his mother and a young woman who had just come out of the lake, before leaving without a trace, leaving many dead in his wake. It is still uncertain how he gained information pertaining to these people, or how he bypassed the barrier. So when Samira-san here, came through the lake a month ago, she was brought back to Konoha." Said the Hokage as he began to puff away on his relit pipe. Jiraiya turned his startled gaze on the young woman beside him who met his gaze firmly. So she was from the lake? He frowned realizing that she must have already had her metamorphosis. His memory on the subject was a bit hazy, but he could still remember enough to find himself wondering who she had gotten her blood from and why he was here.
"Who was the blood donor? I don't recall seeing anyone with her appearance in Konoha for a long time," Jiraiya asked as his sensei continued to puff away on his pipe. The old man blew out a plume that curled lazily towards the ceiling as it fill the room with its scent.
"Uzumaki Naruto." He said. Jiraiya stiffened in shock his head whipping around as she stared wide eyed at his sensei.
"What?!"
"Yes. Young Naruto was actually the one that handled her entire transformation. She accidentally drained him of most of his chakra during the change but the boy is perfectly fine." Answered his sensei.
"And the seal?" Jiraiya demanded nervously. If she drained him of so much chakra, there was a chance that she had weakened the seal...
"It's fine. I already checked it and there is nothing amiss."
"Why would you endanger him like that sensei?! You know how chakra consuming a metamorphosis is and-"
"I did no such thing, Jiraiya, nor would I ever do such a thing. A couple of days after arriving to the village, the young lady escaped from the hospital in the night, intent on escaping Konoha. On the way, she was accosted by a drunk, and Uzumaki Naruto, who was passing by came to her aid, before the two of them fled from the drunk. From there, being the kind spirit he is, Naruto-kun offered to have Samira-san stay with him after finding out that she was alone and without shelter. She has been staying with him ever since, until her change hit and then Naruto brought her presence to our attention. Before escaping, Samira was under the impression that she was going to turn into an experiment which is why she fled. When Naruto confronted me, he mentioned that she was being hunted by enemy ninja. I came to the conclusion that it had been Danzo, and we have taken every precaution to prevent her true identity from being discovered. We realized after the fact however that the so called enemy was us. I and Shikaku have thought this over and have decided that the best thing to do would be to keep Samira-san's true identity and origins secret for good, and for that we are going to need your help. We have already confirmed through our sources that she is trust worthy, skilled and has the best interests in mind," said the older man as Jiraiya's eyebrows rose in surprise. He had a sinking feeling in his gut that told him that he wasn't going to like what was going to be asked of him, especially if he had been called here to the village not to look at the seal, but on this young woman's behalf.
"Oh? And what are you going to do then?" asked Jiraiya carefully, as he eyed his sensei cautiously.
"We are going to create a deep cover for her. It has been decided that she would make an excellent citizen and a good guardian, and if she chooses, a powerful ninja as well." said Hiruzen.
"Why would you trust me like that? Why would you give me the option to become a ninja, to empower me when you know next to nothing about me? Sure I told you about my past but I doubt that ninja take much stock in people's word," she asked quietly, the puzzlement in her voice clear. From the look of this so far, there was no way they could have gathered the information needed to discern whether or not she was a threat to the village, and these where ninja, the most distrusting paranoid people in existence. Something just wasn't adding up.
The Hokage looked to Inoichi beseechingly and the man began to shift uneasily, clearly not wanting to explain. Annoyed, the Hokage began to speak up.
"As you have experienced firsthand, Inoichi-san happens to be the clan head of a very powerful clan that happens to have a great many forbidden jutsus, which revolve around the mind. Inoichi himself went through your mind and has been the one to relay to us what he found, that you have the mindset to become a ninja and that you have enough past skills and potential to be able to become a great one if you choose. He is also certain that you care a great deal for my young charge, and by minor proxy, the village and should be trustworthy enough." Samira blinked in shock as she sat there, too struck dumb to speak. He went through my mind?! She shrieked on the inside as her face went pale. What had he seen? Her eyes widened as she realized that Inoichi hadn't wanted to mention the fact that he had been in her mind and the Hokage had had to be the one to tell her.
"What did you see that you didn't want me to find out about?" she finally demanded, her voice tight and horrified as she looked to the cringing Inoichi. His gaze lost focus for a moment and a giant blush covered his face from hair line to neck as his nose began to leak blood. Samira's jaw could only drop in horror at the not comforting reaction.
"Oh, I get it now," said Jiraiya as a lecherous grin covered his face as a creepy chuckle broke past his lips.
"Inoichi!" Samira demanded furiously, looking too appalled to say much else. The blood flow from his nose began to grow stronger and he swiftly staggered to his feet.
"N-nothing Samira-san. Your secrets are safe with me," he muttered as he turned away, clearly embarrassed. Samira frowned, trying to think of what he could have seen that had created that sort of reaction. Whatever it was it couldn't have been good, and yet…
"Well old man, this is great and all, but why did you call me back to the village?" asked Jiraiya as the female continued to try and figure out what Inoichi had seen. Jiraiya was growing restless and wanted to turn down the old man as soon as possible so he could just get out of here. After all, this entire trip to Konoha had been unplanned and he needed to be back by evening to be able to meet up with his contacts, and he was going to have to move swiftly to do so. That way he could be back in time to get some rest and to meet them at the predetermined location. Hiruzen's lips tightened at his students tone and the older man shot Jiraiya a disapproving look before speaking.
"We will be claiming that this young lady here is a cousin to Naruto, and for that, she will need some skill in fuinjutsu, as well as some basic skill in the ninja arts since it will be part of her cover. If she chooses to be a ninja then we will also need someone to train her up to at least chunin level. We also need to have someone with enough power backing her for her to come into the village. We need you to train her Jiraiya," finally finished the Hokage, his voice, holding no room for argument. Jiraiya could feel his throat going dry as his eyes widened slightly in alarm. His old sensei couldn't be serious, could he? And why was she going to be posing as Naruto's cousin, huh? Sure she had the fiery red hair, but other than that he could see no resemblance. In fact, her posing as his cousin would only make things more difficult in the long run.
"We will use the fact that you are her mentor as an excuse in the future for her knowledge of English, if anyone should find out and recognize her speaking or using it. Shikaku is still working out the tiny details to his plan, but we will send the rest of them to you as soon as they have been solidified, via summoning. For now, we need you to take her with you incognito, before Danzo's hounds catch a whiff of her." Jiraiya's stomach dropped in dread as his sensei continues speaking, "Here are the funds to procure her some traveling cloths and goods needed as soon as you reach the town you are still residing in, Jiraiya. There should be more than enough her to cover all her needs. If there is a problem with money, contact me using your toad summons, and she will be taking her instrument with her. Now, before-"
"Wait wait, hold up! I can't just take a random woman with me, Sensei! Geez, how am I going to do my spy work with her tagging around, needing me to hold her hand and whip her chin all the time huh?" Jiraiya demanded as Hiruzen sighed.
"That's what shadow clones are for." Jiraiya just scoffed as he crossed his arms, his annoyance starting to grow.
"And just why the hell should I take her to be my student, huh? She'll probably complain about my lecherous ways and nag at me like some old wife. From what you've told me she's a civilian so you should just forget about her becoming a ninja. She's far too old to start learning to be one now. And then you're asking me to teach her fuinjutsu. Hah! What a joke. She can't even speak our language, much less write in it." He said as Hiruzen's lips tightened in anger at his students callous words as Samira merely snorted in amusement, a slight smirk dotting her lips as she got comfortable in her chair. It was going to be funny when this guy realized how much of an ass he was making of himself.
"Jiraiya, she is very important to Naruto, and she will become a great asset to this village. But for that to happen we will need your help." Jiraiya could feel his eyes narrow. Was his sensei really trying to employ guilt tactics on him? That was a low blow, trying to use his godson against him like that and he found his anger growing. Not only where they demanding something nearly impossible of him, they were going to expect him to succeed in training up some civi wanna be who couldn't even speak the damn language. And they wanted her trained in fuinjutsu. Something that took years to learn. Hell, she was going to be dead by the time she got even remotely good at it. They were out of their fucking minds and making unreasonable demands of him and he was going to let them know.
"Training her will take up a huge amount of my time, time I'm not willing to spend on her, just because I'm being ordered to. If she's just going to end up dead in the next two year why all the trouble?" Jiraiya snapped angrily. Hiruzen's face darkened with anger and he opened his mouth to speak but was beaten to it.
"Well, I have to admit, you have some good points," Samira mused quietly as Jiraiya stiffened in shock. She had just understood what he had been saying about her behind her back?
"Y-you can-"
"Yes, I can understand you. The fact however, is that you brought up some valid points, Jiraiya-san. Fuinjutsu will not be a problem because I can speak, read and write in your language. Yes, I am a civilian woman, and have been one for twenty two years. I would have thought that that would be a problem as well, however…" she grimaced, "Inoichi has been through my memories. He seems to think that my mentality isn't as civilian as I had originally thought. I'll admit that I do have martial arts training, or taijutsu training as you call it, as well as some very minor weapon training. I am a fast study and have always been rather… adaptive to new situations. As for you being a letch… well," she paused to shake her head as she gave a careless shrug.
"That's your thing. As long as you don't grope me or try to force yourself on me, I really couldn't care less about you being a pervert. You are a grown man, and by the looks of it, in your forties. It's not my place to dictate to your personal life. As for you holding my hand… I'd prefer you not. It would probably be creepy and make me uncomfortable. As for whipping my chin… I'd prefer that not happen either since the only way that would happen would be because something has incapacitated me to the point that I require that level of assistance." She said, tone level as she shot him an amused look. Jiraiya continued to stare at her, a bit thrown as to how to react. He had said some pretty harsh stuff but she wasn't get angry of reactive or looking remotely wounded by what he had just said. In fact if anything, her eyes looked… cold. She did not shy away from his gaze as she continued to stare at him and he at her. He frowned slightly. Those weren't the eyes of a civilian. No, those where shinobi eyes. It was odd seeing them in a civilian's face.
"You never address your short lifespan," he prompted calmly, eyes searching hers. Amusement and triumph lit up the violet depths and she plucked a scroll out of the pile that was on the Hokage's desk before handing it to him. He frowned as he opened it instantly realizing that this was the lab analysis of her blood. His eyes paused over the decay rate and widened.
"As you can see… I'm not going anywhere any time soon." Jiraiya slowly rolled up the scroll once more.
"How?" Samira merely shrugged as she continued to hold his gaze.
"Hell if I know. A freak of Nature perhaps." Jiraiya's eyebrows rose questioningly at her light words.
"How can you be so flippant?" he asked, not really sure what she was thinking. She grinned slightly.
"Well, I was never told I was dying till after the problem was mysteriously solved. Why get worked up over a problem after the fact that it has resolved itself?" she asked as Jiraiya grunted in agreement.
"I see your point…" he murmured as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. It was a lot to take in at once.
"You are feeling overwhelmed," she noted as she hummed thoughtfully. Jiraiya shot her a curious look.
"What of it?" her lips twitched before a wide cheeky grin split her face, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"It means that now you have actually been listening." Jiraiya harrumphed in annoyance as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"What's that supposed to mean little lady?" he demanded.
"Oh nothing nothing," she said with an air smugness around her as Jiraiya began to grit his teeth.
"If you've got something to say, say it," he prompted said through a forced grin.
"Well… You never really intended to even listen to what the Hokage was saying, did you? If you where paying attention instead of trying to get out of here as fast as possible then you would have realized something was up, right?" She said, her voice amused. Her light tone didn't take the bite from her words however. Jiraiya scowled as she continued to speak.
"I mean come on. Do you think that Shikaku would go through all this effort," she said as she gesture to the tall stack of papers on the desk that was her cover, "if that wasn't the case?" She shot him a smug look. Jiraiya couldn't help but feel a bit mortified as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"You don't know me or what I've dealt with in the past, so lay off! I've been there, done that, and I'm not interested in having a repeat of the past."
"Since when have you been ever asked to do this before?" Shikaku asked as he opened bloodshot eyes to send Jiraiya an incredulous look.
"You would be panicking if your old sensei decided to suddenly saddle you with a random woman too, you lazy Nara," groused the white haired man as Shikaku sent him an annoyed look. The office was silent for a moment, the atmosphere growing stifling as each person waited to see what would happen next.
Samira yawned. The tension broke as she lazily settled back in her chair, prompting Jiraiya to shot her a scathing glare. A slender red eyebrow rose in question.
"What?"
"How can you act so calm?!" Jiraiya demanded. "Are you so confident that I will agree to help?" Her sleepy gaze sharpened into annoyance as she shot him a scowl.
"No. But I'm tired, and had a trying day yesterday as well as today. There is no point being nervous about whether you help me or not. In the end, it's your choice and that is something that no amount or worrying is going to change. The Hokage could order you to do it but in the end it is your choice whether or not you will listen to him or choose to help me." She groused.
"Do you understand what he is asking of me?" Jiraiya snapped. How could she be so calm?!
"Yes. He is asking you to tie your future with mine. I understand and accept your reluctance as well as your final decision, whatever it might be." She calmly. Jiraiya's fists clenched.
"Do you know what would happen if you where known as my student? And what would happen if I chose not to take you on?" he snapped. He opened his mouth to say something more but stopped when her gaze met and help his. Those eyes where not that of a civilian girl... they were far too old for that.
"Yes. If you chose not to take me as your student… then I would not be able to become a ninja of Konoha before being kicked out because of the village council and then barred from returning. In essence, I would be cast into the world with little to no way of help. If you choose to take me on as your student… then later on, I will be targeted by glory seekers wishing to vanquish one of the great Sannin's students. I will have no choice but to become a powerhouse ninja to survive, and due to my connection with you and the Hokage it is no doubt that I will become heavily engulfed in the burdens of this village. I will also have to deal with accusation as to whether or not I'm just some whore that managed to charm you into teaching me. Many will underestimate me, challenge me, mock me, thinking that I am just some upstart wanna be trying to ride on other's tail coats without earning the right. I will be shunned by some circles here in the village, accepted by others. There will be eyes on me in the political arena and I am always going to have to keep a careful eye on my back and on my words. And I am going to be frowned upon for being related to, and spending so much time with, the demon brat. Becoming your student in itself would be a great burden, but I would get to stay in the village with Naruto," She said quietly, her gaze thoughtful. She had the eyes of the entire office and Shikaku gave a slight chuckle.
"Inoichi's right. As soon as you get back, I'm going to teach you how to play shogi." He said. Samira merely smiled lazily.
"And if I don't want to learn?" she asked, sounding amused. Shikaku grinned.
"I'm sure I can bribe you with something interesting." He said.
"Ooo, stakes. I like it." She said with a grin.
"Samira-san," the Hokage said quietly. She looked up questioningly as Jiraiya stared at her, his expression unreadable.
"Yes, Hokage-sama?"
" You said 'demon brat.' What do you know of this?" he questioned quietly. Samira's lips pursed and the first true flash of anger burned in her eyes.
"It's what the villagers have called Naruto many times." She grit out, her voice tight with anger.
"Is that all?" the Hokage asked quietly. Her gaze sharpened suddenly as she frowned. The Hokage sitting before her was deceptively calm, but she could see the sharpness of his eyes as he watched her for her response. Whatever she said was very important. Why was it so important? She frowned, her eyes growing sharp. There was something big going on with that kid. They had said that a metamorphosis was very chakra intensive, so how could a kid fuel something like that? In fact, now that she thought of it, Naruto had more chakra than Inoichi and Shikaku, who where both seasoned Ninja warriors from what she had heard. The only one that had that level of chakra… was the Hokage, and even then the amount wasn't very different. But Naruto was just a boy, meaning that when he got older… he was going to have even more chakra! Bloody hell, that was going to be ridiculous. Srom what she had gathered from Naruto, he was just a regular orphan, and yet… the Hokage, head of the village would come and check on him personally at least once a month if not more times. She remembered having to be out of the house when the old man had come over… Why would the leader of the village take such interest in the kid? She sighed as she came up short on the answer. She was going to have to think on this later.
"These are all the papers with the details of her cover, and her history. You will need to read through them. Shikaku made some suggestions in them regarding how you could solidify her cover and procure proof of her history." Said the Hokage as he finished sealing the stack of papers away in a scroll before tossing it to Jiraiya who was still silent and grim, eyes far away in thought. Inoichi took the moment to turn to regard Jiraiya.
"Because of Samira-san's intellect, past education, blood host, and background it has been decided that she will assume a new identity as Uzumaki Kumori, a civilian whose family worked as a part of your network in a medium sized city on the southern sea, not too far from Uzushigakure. Her family will have met their death when being detected as your spies by some passing enemy ninja, and they will have entrusted you with looking after their only daughter, Kumori. Kumori being a descendant of the Uzumaki clan, will have some knowledge of the sealing arts before meeting you, knowledge that you will help her refine since you are a seal master and wish to study the Uzumaki seals. As a civilian she will have had a proper education but with her family's death she will have decided to become a ninja because she couldn't protect them before. You will train her up to high genin low chunin level, in weapons, seals, and basic ninja skills, such as stealth, trapping, trap detection, strategy, and fighting skills in general. For now her specialty will be in-"
"Bloody hell, I never said I would train her," Jiraiya snapped as he cut Inoichi off. Jiraiya ran his fingers through his hair testily as he sighed. "I will establish her background and make it look believable. She will travel with me and I will coach her on her background. However whether or not I train her will be up to me. If... And I mean IF she proves herself worthy to me... then I will teach her." he stated firmly. His teacher sighed tiredly, releasing a plume of smoke.
"I suppose that is the most I can ask of you. For now." it was silent before Hiruzen spoke again.
"I will want weekly reports for the first month. Monthly reports afterwards. We will use summons to communicate. I will send enough to cover her expenses as well."
"Fine. She and I have to leave right now. I have a contact I'm meeting later tonight since this trip wasn't exactly planned," he muttered gruffly as Hiruzen nodded.
"Very well. Remember your orders Jiraiya, and take good care of her. If anything 'happens' to her," said the Hokage as he made quotation marks in the air, "Then there will be consequences." Jiraiya's irritation skyrocketed.
"Fine." he growled before sending the woman an annoyed look. "Let's go, Red."
"Wait I'm leaving now?!" she said looking nervous. But what about Naruto?
"Yes now," growled Jiraiya stiffly. Kumori couldn't help but gnaw her lower lip nervously as she fretted over the blond mentally.
"I-I uh, need to swing by the apartment for a few things," she said quietly. Shikaku cracked open an eye to look at her at her hesitant tone and Inoichi's lips tightened in understanding. It was more likely than not that she was worry over the boy.
"Don't worry about Naruto. I will make arrangements for him," the Hokage said quietly making the young woman's head snap up as she regarded the old man with wide eyes. Her eyes softened at the understanding she could see in them.
"Any suggestions?" asked the older man lightly. Her face softened as she sighed tiredly.
"Have someone else do his shopping for him," she said before taking a deep breath to calm herself, her expression grim. "He puts on a brave face, but a quick snoop through the kitchen should be enough to see if he's alright. Make sure he eats well, and not just ramen. He seems to like new and flavorful dishes, and if he's being stubborn, redirect his attention and before he knows it his plate will be empty." she said making the old man chuckle though there was sadness in his eyes.
"Brave kid, isn't he?" he asked. Kumori just grinned wider, a hint of pride gleaming in them.
"Brave and kind. And someday he'll be a strong Hokage, just like his Jiji," she said with a wink, earning another chuckle from the old man.
"I'll take good care of him Kumori-san. Take care of yourself, until we meet again," he said as she flashed him a wide grin that made her look eerily like Kushina for a split moment.
"Don't worry about me Hokage-sama! I'm just going to be traveling with a grumpy pervert for who knows how long, off to face untold danger and endless struggle," she teased before turning to Jiraiya who had been watching the exchange with an unreadable face, his thoughts hidden.
"Ready to go?" she asked, her tone serious. He sighed before making some hand seals.
"Might as well be. Now first, to smuggle you through the village," he said as he slammed his palm into the floor, causing a cloud of smoke to poof into existence. As it cleared a large toad was revealed. Kumori's eyes widened in shock before the toad turned towards her and opened its mouth, its long tongue darting out to wrap around her. Her scream was cut off as she was yanked into the creature's mouth before the two disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving a stunned office in silence.
"Well, see you later, sensei," Jiraiya said cheerily as he leaped out the window and off into the village heading for the gates.
"Jiraiya!" the white haired spy master merely smirked as he listened to his old teacher yell at him from the Hokage tower. Just because he had to do as he was ordered didn't mean he had to make things easy for this Uzumaki Kumori or for his sensei. He wasn't going to teach her a damn thing about being a ninja unless she managed to prove herself to him. But first, he needed to to the kid's apartment to grab her things and then start heading back. He had an appointment to keep with a certain spy.
AN: Aaaand CUT! Alright people! That's a wrap! Good job everyone!
Kumori (Samira)- oh my gosh, WHY?! *sobs*
Toad- there there little one *pats the side of his stomach*
Kumori- let me out of here, slime ball! (bickering starts)
Sigh. Well, Thank you for reading the last part of chapter seven. Please leave reviews with your thoughts and feedback on what you like don't like, etc. Until next time on Unlikely Love!
