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When answers lead to questions.
The door handle rattled, bringing Osamu out of his shallow trance. They'd been waiting for close to half an hour, the woman Shizune reading some official looking documents and the three ANBU talking softly. When it became apparent that the legendary toad hermit wasn't going to show up soon, he decided to meditate, hoping to control his rattled nerves. He was still a bit nervous, but felt that he could probably face whatever fate held in store for him.
A tall, white haired man entered, an unusual forehead protector marking him as someone of import. He had an oddly leering smile, which disappeared when he noticed Osamu secured to a chair. A look of disappointment barely surfaced before being replaced by a thoughtful frown.
"Tsunade said you needed me for something, Shizune?"
"Yes, Jiraiya-sama, this shinobi has some kind of seal on the inside of his lower lip. It is stopping him from divulging information that the Hokage needs."
"Why is he so important?" Jiraiya said, moving in front of Osamu.
"He was caught just outside Naruto's apartment, and the seal is, possibly, preventing him from revealing his purpose there. Tsunade felt it prudent not to attempt a potentially lethal interrogation, as the nature of his mission may force a reaction towards his village."
"Alright, let's see then. Open up!" The last part was directed at Osamu, who complied. Jiraiya grabbed his lip and pulled it downwards, exposing a small black circle. Jiraiya studied the seal for a few seconds. "Bah, this shoddy work hardly demands my talent. I haven't seen such a poor excuse of a seal on anything but a training animal." Two small chakra flames enveloped the thumb and index finger on his right hand. Placing his thumb on the seal and the index finger on the outside of the lip, in effect pinching the seal, he held up half a ram seal with his left hand and muttered something under his breath.
Suddenly Osamu felt like his lip had frozen, and then been burned. He controlled himself however; right up until Jiraiya retracted his hand. Then the pain started in earnest. His screams echoed in the sound proofed conference room, as the feeling of someone slowly flaying the inside of his lip slammed into his pain centre. He felt like the pain would never stop, layer after layer of his flesh pulled away almost caressingly. His vision swam, black closing in from the edges.
Then, just on the edge of consciousness, the pain stopped.
Osamu tried to regain control of himself, feeling his heart beating almost too fast to count and his breath coming quickly and shallowly, on the verge of hyperventilation. After a little while he had recovered enough to take notice of his surroundings as well as the fact that he was drenched in sweat.
"Hmm, you survived it seems. Not bad, you have some stamina. Now, that seal was all that held you back from talking right? 'Cause Naruto is my god son, and if you think you've felt pain before, well. I am a seal master. We can repeat that performance as many times as you feel necessary to start talking." The menace wasn't lost on Osamu, and although he had been tortured before, he'd rather avoid having an experience like that for a while. Something like a few dozen life times sounded about right.
"No, please." It was little more than a whisper, but it would have to do.
"I'll inform Tsunade." Shizune started, when the door opened and the Hokage entered.
"Just in time Tsunade, I think you'll get all the information you could possible wish for now." Jiraiya said, hard eyes at odds with his flippant tone of voice.
"Good, then let's begin. Name and rank?"
"Suwa Osamu, Hokage-sama. Chuunin."
"Reason for approaching Uzumaki's apartment?
"Just an information gathering mission, I was to ascertain whether he was in the village or not, avoid all forms of contact and report back if he was there. If not, I was supposed to try again one week later, and then return regardless."
"What was the reason for sending you on this mission?"
"I don't know, although I suspect that it was meant to get me killed."
"Why?"
"Those ANBU." Osamu replied shifting his gaze to the three women huddled a few meters away. "The likelihood of those three patrolling that area on the exact night of my attempt is very low." He looked back at Tsunade. "And there are other reasons as well, if you want to know them."
"Go ahead,"
"Okay." Taking a deep breath, Osamu began his story.
"I am part of a clan known as Suwa. About twenty years ago my clan was on the losing side in a civil war far away from here. The few survivors were all male, mostly shinobi away on missions. I was but a child back then, barely four years old. The surviving elder gathered the pitiful remnants of our clan and set off to try and find a new village to call home. He found the village of Bamboo, and due to the unusual demographics of the village, was quickly granted settlement rights and citizenship."
"Hold on, what special demographics?" That was Shizune asking, face betraying neither her thoughts nor her feelings.
Osamu hesitated, glanced at Jiraiya, and then continued talking. "It's a village that for some reason has a ratio of one male to four females. I do not know what this reason is, but male offspring is very rare. This has a lot of consequences when compared to other villages, one of course being the importance of constantly bringing in outside males to keep the gene-pool healthy and diversified. Thus the survivors were taken in quickly."
"Have you heard of this Jiraiya?"
"Yeah, I even visited once. Those women are crazy though, I barely made it out alive."
"Why am I not surprised? Continue."
"Yes. At first things went well. The men of Suwa acquired children through various bonds, and the clan grew. I myself do not know how relationships are maintained in other villages, but about five years ago I was afforded the honor of being asked for a life bond with my two mates." Osamu smiled sadly. "It was the happiest day of my life. Mitsune and Emiko were true-sisters and very good friends, both beautiful, strong and they complemented each other well. That they thought I was good enough for them to bond with permanently was beyond my wildest dreams." His face darkened.
"However, things didn't last. The elders of Suwa did not look kindly upon the rather special ways that relationships are formed and maintained in Bamboo, nor the fact that almost all power lies in the hands of women. They knew who was loyal within the clan and who was not however, so I never understood what was happening until it was too late. Just over a year ago, the elders of Suwa attempted a coup d'état. They had been allowed to run the training of the young males shortly after I graduated, and had managed to poison the minds of most of their students. They struck when the council was gathered in seclusion and our kage was abroad on a diplomatic visit. It would probably have worked too, if it wasn't for the fact that Mitsune had gotten suspicious. I do not know exactly what she did, but many of the sons that were sent to kill their mothers, were caught instead."
"Unfortunately, Mitsune and Emiko hadn't counted on the elders' zeal. They found out who had somehow foiled their plans, and tried to exact revenge. I had recently escaped imprisonment and was recovering from torture, so Mitsune and Emiko were forced to defend us three by themselves. Only I survived."
A strangled noise from one of them ANBU halted him at this point. He shifted his glance towards the one he thought was named Saki, but when it seemed she didn't wish to say anything, he continued.
"Well, when that bloody night ended, the survivors of the council started to purge all traitors. The fact that I was found behind Mitsune's and Emiko's bodies made them think that I might not be a total loss, so they settled for torturing me. Once they were certain I was innocent, they released me and eventually allowed me to return to active status. However things have changed in Bamboo now, which is probably why my first mission was one that involved much higher risk than the potential reward would warrant."
"The Suwa are now all but extinct, barely a dozen remain, and I am the only adult. The seal I carried was one of the characteristics of my clan, although we've lost much knowledge because of the death of our elders. Its function is to prevent the surrender of sensitive information. Normally I would be carrying a specific scroll to explain my mission in case of capture, to prevent unnecessary torture and execution, but I wasn't given one this time."
"What would happen if the seal activated?"
"I'd die, although I'm uncertain of the exact process."
Tsunade shook her head. "What a barbaric practice. You are lucky to have survived for this long"
"Hokage-sama, I'm sure you have more questions for me, but I am curious what will happen to me now."
"Well, I might have a suggestion concerning that." Tsunade replied, a not too pleasant smile on her lips.
Meanwhile, outside
Naruto, Akane and Kakashi were on their way, the plan being to get Akane signed in first, then go shopping before finishing at Naruto's new place. What would happen after that was uncertain, except that they would have to be back at the tower before seven, clean and dressed up.
While they walked, Kakashi took the opportunity to examine his former pupil. That he had changed was obvious, he might be only sixteen, okay soon seventeen, but he doubted anyone who didn't know the jinchuuriki from before his journey could guess his age. He was quite tall, around 175 cm, and his face had matured considerably. The whisker marks were there, of course, thinner, yet deeper. It might be an illusion caused by the marks, but his face seemed a bit narrower and pointed, easily leading the mind of those in the know to compare him with a fox. As for his physique, there was nothing boyish left on his torso, if what he saw when the jacket had come off before was anything to go by.
Yes, the boy had changed in body. Now the question was whether his mind had followed. At least some of his innocence remained, if the earlier stories were true. He thought that seemed plausible. Only Naruto could get away with trying to talk down a tab at the places Jiraiya preferred for his business. Pretty much anyone else would give themselves away by ogling the girls, or get cocky and wake up in an alley without money, pants and dignity. If they woke up at all.
He was also curious about Akane, and what their relationship could be. She certainly seemed to like him; the question was to what degree. She had started to get touchy feely with all those women staring at Naruto, rather like a pack of hyenas would regard a prime piece of raw meat. But once he seemed safe from ravishing, she altered her behavior to something akin to a big sister looking after her little brother. He was certain there was an interesting story behind it.
Of course, the women on Tsunade's small secretarial staff were well known for being some of the wildest party animals in Konoha. They all handled information of S-class level or higher regularly, and so the margin for error on their part was extremely slim. This coupled with the constantly high threat level that they lived with meant that they could go toe-to-toe with some of the ANBU when it came to blowing off steam. In other words, they took whatever stress outlet they got their hands on, reputations be damned.
Kakashi was curious about what the effect of the new, mature Naruto would have on the populace of Konoha. Especially the girls he had managed to form some kind of bond with.
Seeing that Naruto and Akane didn't seem to want a conversation right now, Kakashi took out his gift and started to read. After a few pages, feeling the usual urge to giggle coming over him, he came upon a passage that almost made him stumble. He maintained his cool though, settling for a slight opening of his eye(s). He fished out two standard, ten centimeter long senbons, putting them end to end in front of him, adding a bit in his mind and remembering what Akane had said earlier. "Well now, that was a bit unexpected." He thought, glancing at Naruto thoughtfully. It had become apparent quite quickly just where Jiraiya's inspiration had come from for his new Icha Icha series.
Putting the information into his rather large mental file called "not-my-problem" he realized they had almost reached the inn. The sun was still high in the sky, making the air conditioned interior look rather attractive. Never one to look gift comfort in the proverbial mouth, Kakashi sauntered into the high class hotel in the wake of Naruto and Akane. Standing a few feet behind what could easily be mistaken for a couple, using a pillar for back support, Kakashi observed how the staff reacted.
The two female receptionists didn't seem to be able to piece together Naruto's appearance at first, opting instead to make an afternoon snack of the eye candy that had just walked in. Meanwhile the male manager looked, in turn, professionally accommodating, slightly puzzled, bug eyed shocked and then resentfully angry. After a few minutes of conversation, one of the receptionists seemed to realize that there was something about the blonde man she should recognize. However, Naruto and Akane left the counter before she had any chance at getting past the puzzled stage, leaving Kakashi with little in the way of proof on how Naruto's growing up might alter his position in the village.
The blonde of the day let the nuances of such things pass him by. Not that he couldn't pick up on the looks he got thrown at him or how they changed in intensity and intention. Several years of hostility and neglect tends to hone a person's sensitivity to such things into something akin of a sixth sense. In Naruto's case he could pretty much feel the exact number of people staring angrily at his back. And thought about him negatively. In the next village.
A silver lining was his ability to "feel" a limited amount of people, their moods, how they felt towards the others in the room and so on. It was almost a jutsu in its own right. Unfortunately this skill did not apply to himself or to when people had a genuine positive attitude towards him.
He didn't want Akane to get caught on the middle however, so he did his best to act as though he was simply carrying out his orders. After all, if Akane didn't seem to know who he was, they could just feel pity for her having to have the infamous demon of Konoha following her around.
"Gah, gotta stop thinking like this, browbeating only leads to a negative spiral of self doubt and paranoia." To take his mind off things, he decided to start questioning Kakashi on what's been happening in Konoha since he left. For starters he wanted news on his former team.
"Hmm, well, I have changed in various ways, learned some things, and had some interesting experiences." After that not-very-clarifying-at-all answer, Kakashi proceeded to describe Sakura's progress. Apparently her apprenticeship with Tsunade had been fruitful. Sakura was one of Konoha's best healers and she had also been trained by Tsunade herself for combat. He was still unsure of the details, as Sakura wanted those kept secret until she could compare herself to Naruto. She did warn him to get the hell away from her if she put on her gloves though; he was her old sensei after all.
Naruto expanded his field of interest to his old friends and team mates. He was a bit surprised to realize that everyone else who graduated with him had actually made chuunin, a statistical anomaly to be sure. His friends in Team Gai had also made at least chuunin, while Neji was actually a jounin. He was glad to hear that his old sparring partner Lee had recovered fully from the crippling damage he'd suffered in the match against Gaara. The boy might be a fashion criminal, but he was a determined and loyal friend. Naruto personally wouldn't want him any other way.
"Oh, on the subject of your friends, remember Hinata?" Kakashi asked off handedly.
"Yeah, timid, nice and a bit weird if I remember correctly." Naruto answered equally nonchalantly. Kakashi didn't say anything without at least one underhanded purpose. He just wasn't a very chatty person.
"Hmm, she's changed more than most. I try not to get involved in politics, but I think you should be aware that she'll be taking a seat on the council soon." Kakashi grinned. "Rumor has it that she's been turning the Hyuuga clan upside down while you've been gone. You'll never get the whole truth when it comes to a clan and their business, but the effects have been too great for it not to have been noticed by the rest of the village. I've also heard a rumor that she's been waiting for you to get back, although I haven't heard her say why."
This was in essence true, Hinata hadn't walked up to Kakashi and said "I love Naruto!", but that didn't mean that he and everyone else who had seen those two interact wouldn't understand her feelings for the blonde. One of the reasons that Kakashi was watching over Naruto was actually the fact that Tsunade wasn't certain of how the Hyuuga heiress would react to Naruto's return. Although the risk was slim, Hinata's habit of stalking coupled with her incredible rate of growth had made Tsunade worried that she'd do something that she'd regret with, or possibly to, Naruto, if they met unsupervised.
This was one thing that Kakashi was certain that Naruto wouldn't puzzle out in a million years. He may have been able to surprise the people around him concerning pretty much everything else, but the idea that someone might actually harbor authentic romantic feelings for him never crossed his mind. It was tragic, but Kakashi knew that it wasn't his place to break down that wall.
"Well, I'll have to make certain to look her up later then." Naruto said absent mindedly. "It would be interesting to find out how she convinced the Hyuuga elders to let her take their seat at the council though. I seem to remember her not being all that confident before, and the idea of her bullying one of the elders to relinquish that position seems ludicrous."
Kakashi chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't cast judgment on Hinata's character just yet if I were you Naruto."
Before they got any further in their discussion, they reached the shopping district of Konoha. Akane got something dreamy in her eyes seeing the large number of different stores, and immediately dragged Naruto off to get him a decent wardrobe, as well as clothes for the formal dinner later that evening. Naruto would be acting as her escort, and she wasn't going to let him embarrass himself by wearing anything orange, or shinobi oriented.
Tsunade had slipped her an official note saying that they could put the bills on the Hokage's account, and that made this just too good an opportunity to miss. The fact that Tsunade would be passing those bills on to Jiraiya later was not something that they needed to know.
The following hours were a form of exquisite torture for Naruto. On the one hand, he had never been one to spend a lot of money. He had had a lot of money, true, but never used it. Few in Konoha had even considered giving him fair prices on anything, so he had learned by necessity to be careful when shopping. Suddenly splurging what he could have lived on for months was traumatizing. On the other hand, Akane had an eye for fashion, and had apparently decided that Naruto was the perfect model to test various combinations of clothes on. That someone would take such an interest in him, except as an active duty shinobi and training partner was a welcome novelty.
Due to the somewhat excessive amounts of clothes being bought, not to mention customizations and adjustments, the store clerks were happy to deliver the items to his new address later. The shopping list covered a lot of different seasons and situations, as Naruto hadn't had more than the clothes he wore plus spares sealed inside one of the scrolls he carried in his backpack.
Kakashi spent the time reading and observing. He had come to some interesting conclusions, but he'd need time to bounce them off of a few colleagues before possibly taking action.
When they (Akane that is) felt that the bare essentials were covered they set off for Naruto's new apartment. From the address they could tell that he'd gotten an impressive upgrade, comparing to his old apartment. The district was where the wealthier clans had their compounds. Although it was a bit of a walk, they should get there with time to spare before meeting up with the Hokage.
By now the most oppressive heat of the day had gone, and the streets were seeing some heavy traffic. Kakashi noticed with interest the fact that many villagers didn't recognize Naruto at all, giving him friendly greetings or nods when they noticed his forehead protector. Those that did realize who he was seemed unsure about how to react, often reverting to something less than pleasant, but quite a few seemed, if not friendly, at least guardedly neutral. Tsunade had managed to slip out the rumor of him being trained by Jiraiya a few months back, when it could be assumed to be safe, and that coupled with some of his other actions had possibly started to affect his reputation. After all, if one of the Sannin thought he was worth the effort, he couldn't be a totally lost cause, now could he?
There even seemed to be a few women who did more than just greet him, and although Naruto probably missed the speculative glances sent his way, Kakashi had dealt with enough admirers to understand that there might soon be a new contender for the title "most-hunted-male" in the village.
Akane had also noticed the attention her "Naruto-kun" was getting, and started a conversation with him to keep him from noticing. At first Kakashi didn't really listen, but when Naruto started to talk at the fundamental difference between "good" and "right" he began to pay attention. When he thought about it, Naruto had been using some difficult words lately, the kind with more syllables than "RAMEN" required. Feeling a bit curious, he decided to investigate.
"Naruto, when did you learn to read?"
"Huh? Back when I was seven I think, why?"
"No, I meant, when did you start to study philosophy. I've never seen you read anything more complicated than a manga."
"Well, Ero-sennin tricked me into it. He made me send a kage bunshin to the village library while sparring once. It was supposed to read something about Konoha that I didn't already know and then run back and tell me. Only, before it could tell me, he dispelled it. When he asked me what it had been reading, I realized that it had transferred its memories to me. After that it became routine for me to send a couple of clones to read while I was training. Course, it took a while to get used to the dizziness when they dispelled. But it was worth it."
Kakashi shook his head. Naruto studying books seemed as unlikely as Sasuke learning to paint or Sakura starting to read Icha Icha Paradise. "So what did you study?"
"A bit of everything, although I've been focused on philosophy, economics, history, geography and natural sciences. I've been thinking about starting on psychology and medicine next."
Kakashi chuckled. "Brilliant Naruto, I bet Sakura will be surprised that you're no longer the dunce of Konoha. By the way, shouldn't we be at this place yet?"
"Yeah, this is the street, although I can't see any apartment buildings nearby."
"What, it's on this street?"
"Yeah, see here is the address."
"Oh. Well, in that case we'll have to go the other way."
"Why? I haven't seen any condos or anything like that in that direction."
"No, but the outer gate is over there, we'll need to go through that to get to your new house."
"What new house? Wasn't these keys to my new apartment."
"No, I definitely think it's a house. See, my old sensei used to live there."
"What, you mean." Naruto paused for a brief second. "No way. Oba-chan wouldn't do that, would she?"
Kakashi shrugged. "I guess she would. That is the address to the Yondaime Hokage's house, and you have the keys. Let's go check out your new home, shall we?"
Some time later
Naruto was sitting down in the main building's living room. His mind was spinning. The keys he'd gotten had fit easily in the newly installed locks, first giving them access to a huge outdoors compound and then to the large mansion. A note had been waiting for them inside, informing him that the west wing had been prepared for his moving in. That meant that the master bed room, two guest rooms, the kitchen, a dining room, a living room, one large bathroom and two smaller toilets, as well as three closets were ready and waiting to be used by their new owner. Tsunade hadn't commented on the details in her letter, merely informing him that the grounds contained a large training area, three outlying buildings as well as a small but functioning onsen. It also stated that by accepting the keys he had assumed ownership of the grounds. He would therefore be responsible for setting up security for his new property, although there was some of that in place already.
The fact that he suddenly owned what amounted to the compound of a small clan left him dazzled. He just didn't understand why he was sitting in a sparsely but functionally furnished room in what Kakashi assured him was the old living quarters of the village's greatest hero. He had so many questions that he didn't know where to begin.
Naruto heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and looked over his shoulder, thankful for the distraction.
Coming down the stairs was a vision of beauty, and Naruto found his breathing becoming erratic. Akane had spent some money on dresses for herself as well, and was wearing her current favorite, a bright green, short dress, with a halter neck, enticing cleavage and a slit that seemed to go way too high up her leg. Her hair was done up with what he suspected was wire and senbon needles, and she had also gained some height from her high heels. A golden necklace, with a locket nestled in the cleavage he was trying not to look too closely at, matched with her ear rings. It all came together nicely, her tanned skin making the various colors stand out and complement each other.
Naruto swallowed, feeling distinctly uncomfortable with the thought of being her escort for the evening. He'd read a book on etiquette once, after Jiraiya made some remarks concerning his table manners, and now he was worried of making a fool of himself, which was strange. He'd never lacked self-confidence before, quite happily breaking all sorts of unwritten social rules, such as referring to the former Hokage as oji-chan or some such.
However, he'd learned quite a few things the last three years, like how important (albeit boring) diplomacy could be. "If I mess up tonight, Akane-chan will be embarrassed, and Gaara will have to do something about it since she's his cousin and an official messenger. Not to mention how I'll get slaughtered by the girls if they find out." He gave her a good, evaluating stare. "Not to mention that I'll be ruining the evening for a very pretty girl, hey wait a minute where did that come from?"
"Naruto, it isn't polite to stare." Akane said, pouting slightly and returning the scrutiny.
He was decked out in civilian clothes, which seemed dangerously unpractical in the event of an assault. The black pants did have a few concealed pockets, now holding a few odds and ends, but the dark red shirt with the black sparkling spirals didn't give him much to work with. He'd settled for hiding two short senbons in the collar and hanging a sheathed blade in a string round his neck. He'd also strapped a throwing knife around one leg and put a file in his left shoe. His forehead protector was tied to his left arm, letting his hair take its usual not-styled-at-all shape.
He'd have some kage bunshins go over his wardrobe tomorrow, adapting the clothes further to suit his needs, but they had spent a lot of time inspecting the house and organizing the clothes arriving from their earlier shopping spree. By the time he remembered the dinner "invitation", he and Akane had been rushed to get ready in time.
"Sorry Akane-chan, it's just that you look so good. Kind of lost focus there for a bit. 'Shesh, I can't believe she's willing to put up with me as a date, it's gonna look like beauty and the beast.' Umm, you sure you don't want Kakashi-sensei to take you instead?"
"Why on earth would I want that, Naruto-kun? If I can walk around with the cutest piece of ass in Konoha, I'm certainly not going to trade down to Mister Cyclops." She walked up to him, adjusted his collar, and slipped her arm around his. "There, do you have everything? Good, let's go."
A/N: Well, there you go. I've been racking my brains over the interrogation part, but I can't really make Osamu's story flow like I want. Tried to keep the sappy parts to a minimum. I would like to remind anyone feeling that there is much oocness, that I'm not just copy-pasting the characters you meet in the manga/anime, but also trying to make them 3D. Like, well, real people I suppose. An interesting psychological experiment if nothing else.
Now, seals. I definietly think they are removable, just not easily so. Nuff said, it's late enough to be early.
Hmm, other things worth mentioning... Naruto's brains perhaps? Yeah, he has them. I just can't bear the idea of someone even being considered taking a position as Hokage, without at least a modicum of education. Now, just because Naruto has read a lot of books, doesn't make him an expert. Most of what he has is theory. Also notice that he had maybe three kage bunshin at most active with that learning. Just imagine getting four ten or twelve hour days worth of reading crammed into your head in one evening, and you get my reluctance to letting him memorize a whole library in a month.
Akane is of course an OC, and if you think she's some kind of Mary Sue, well, let's just say that I hate characters without problems. And although I won't do anything but drop hints as to what possible pairing(S?) Naruto might end up with, I'm pretty sure it won't be her. The why should get out in another chapter or two.
Although I'm not promising anything. Also, be attentive to the way I word things. I just can't help myself trying to take the reader for a spin. Course, chapter three was a bit obvious. But what the hey
Lastly, if you find inconsistencies please tell me. I'm doing my best to not have them wear two clocks at the same time, but if they could miss that in Independence Day, give me a chance ok?
Till next update (whenever that will be).