Truth: I would be far worse if you died now.
"Kimimaro, this is Kiyomi," Sayuri said, gesturing to the girl who was currently in the middle of a Fireball Jutsu. She shut her mouth and turned, raising an eyebrow at Sayuri.
"Finally got back, huh? How was your vacation?" Kiyomi asked with a crooked grin.
"Nerve-wracking," Sayuri admitted.
"I get that," Kiyomi nodded. "I mean, he is Orochimaru's guy."
"Kiyomi!" Miyako hissed, looking scandalized.
"Was," Kiyomi corrected, holding up her hands. "I meant was!"
"Hey, quit standing around!" Ayano called, clapping her hands as she walked over to the knot of teens. "Welcome back, kid." She ruffled Sayuri's hair. "Now, as a welcome present, I'm giving you ten laps."
"Thank you," Sayuri replied drily, and took off sprinting.
"Miyako, I want you practicing your Summoning," Ayano ordered. "Kiyomi, back with the ninjutsu. You," she pointed to Kimimaro, "with me."
Kimimaro raised an eyebrow. "Tsunade wants an assessment of your abilities," Ayano explained. "She figured I would be the first jonin you ran into so I got the job." She stood in the middle of the training field and gestured for him to come at her. "Bring it, doll face." She grinned widely and sank into a stance.
Slowly, not sure of whether or not this was some sort of trick, Kimimaro raised his right arm. A bone sword slid from his palm. He tossed it into the air and caught it calmly and Ayano's smile widened.
"What, you just a baton twirler?" she taunted.
Kimimaro ran at her, sword diving and slicing in dangerous combinations. If any one of them connected, Ayano would be in trouble. But none of them did. Ayano wasn't a jonin for no reason. She dodged and wove under every single attack, deflecting those she couldn't. Added to that Kimimaro's chakra being limited and there was no doubt of who would win, but that wasn't what this was about.
The whole time they fought, Ayano was making calculations and finding Kimimaro's strengths and weaknesses. The fact that he was fighting as if this was a life or death match despite knowing it wasn't and knowing his loss was inevitable spoke of his pride in abilities, as well as his determination. He demonstrated tremendous taijutsu skills combined with equally impressive speed, agility, and dexterity.
The three genin slowed their work and stopped as Ayano and Kimimaro ranged around the length of the training field. Both of them were suited to close-quarter combat, Kimimaro with his bones and Ayano with her electrified limbs, but both were capable of using projectiles, making the fight that much more tense, and that much more awe-inspiring.
It was a half hour before the fight ended. Ayano sent a lightning-fueled punch straight into Kimimaro's shoulder. A bone membrane under his skin prevented the punch from damaging his muscles, but he still went spinning and crashed to the ground in a heap. He was about to get up and rejoin the fight when Ayano leapt and straddled his back, kunai poised at his throat.
"Checkmate," she grinned triumphantly, despite the fact that she was panting. She swung one leg over his side and pushed herself to her feet. She reached down with one hand for him. Kimimaro looked from it to her suspiciously. Never had he had someone grin at him after a training match he lost. It was always Kabuto's mocking smirk or Orochimaru's disappointed tooth-bearing sneer.
"I'm not gonna bite you, kid," Ayano said, rolling her eyes. She reached down and grabbed his hand, yanking him upright. "You're pretty damn good," she approved. "You could easily make chunin if you wanted to join Konoha, probably jonin."
Sayuri was awed. She'd felt the movements they made, the speed and smoothness of Kimimaro's movements. He twisted and attacked in ways she'd never even dreamed of, wasting no movement. Everything was either an attack or defense, and many times it was both.
Kiyomi had watched the fight eagerly, watched Kimimaro's skin twitch with aftershock from Ayano's lightning. He was strong, no doubt about it, as that punch would have leveled any of them. But he hadn't been able to block it, and that meant something. Bone couldn't defeat lightning.
If she was ever going to beat Sayuri, she needed Ayano's technique.
Ayano glanced to the side at the stunned genin. "Well, why're you all standing around watching? Get to work!" She nodded to Kimimaro. "Go rest in the shade or something, it's time for the ladies to play."
Kimiamro wasn't quite sure how to respond to that last bit, but he did walk over to the tree line and sit down, watching avidly as Kiyomi and Sayuri were called in to take his and Ayano's place in the middle of the training area for a sparring session.
"Alright ladies, taijutsu only, we don't want any accidents," Ayano limited. "I'm gonna work with Miyako on her genjutsu. Hit it!"
Kiyomi took Ayano on her word, swinging a fist towards Sayuri's face as soon as she was given the cue. Sayuri blocked deftly and took that momentum, spinning into a kick. Kiyomi blocked and then they were fighting in earnest, Kiyomi fighting for all she was work as Sayuri knocked aside blow after blow, returning with a few of her own.
Kimimaro watched in approval. She was right in that she wasn't anywhere near a match for him, but she was very good for her age. Her opponent struggled to even get close to her. Sayuri's moves were like his, effortless and smooth, but they weren't quite as deliberate. There was no follow through. She wasn't trying to hurt her opponent, whereas Kiyomi was going all out. He frowned in disapproval. If she didn't try, she would never improve.
"Is that all you can do?" he asked softly, just loud enough to be heard. He knew the effect that would have on Sayuri and sure enough color appeared in her cheeks. Immediately her movements gained purpose. Weaker blows gained strength and half-hearted swipes became debilitating attacks.
Kiyomi let out an annoyed snarl as Sayuri began to go all out at Kimimaro's words. How come Sayuri could hold back and still keep her on edge so easily? It wasn't fair! She worked just as hard these days! Sayuri was even coming off a week's break, a week during which Kiyomi had been training constantly, and she was still miles above her.
There!
Kiyomi saw a small opening, only there for an instant, but she took it, sinking her foot into Sayuri's stomach. She went flying and skidded through the dirt. Kimiamro sat up slightly. Kiyomi exalted in her triumph and leapt into the air, aiming her heels for Sayuri's stomach. She jerked around on the ground and braced her hands, leaping to her feet. She spun into a kick, catching Kiyomi across the side as she hit the ground.
Kiyomi yelped in pain and face-planted in the dirt. She hissed in pain and rage as Sayuri's knees landed on her back and her arms were jerked behind her back. Sayuri turned her face towards Kimimaro and he gave an approving nod while Kiyomi silently cursed the pair of them in her head. She'd thought she finally had her!
"Well done Sayuri," Ayano called approvingly. She glanced at Kimimaro. She hadn't failed to realize that it was the moment Kimimaro challenged her that Sayuri started winning. Wheels started turning. "Hey Kimimaro," she called musingly. "I don't suppose you'd like to spar with Sayuri for a bit while I take over with Kiyomi?"
Sayuri inhaled slightly as she got off of Kiyomi, who shoved herself to her feet and stomped over to Ayano. Sayuri and Kimimaro were unevenly matched, that was obvious with every hit she took from him, but he was calling out improvements every time he did. Kiyomi watched them.
Kiyomi would have developed a deep and abiding affection for Kimimaro after watching him beat the crap out of Sayuri, if it weren't for the fact that she was improving with every word he said to her. Yet again, Sayuri was having advantages dropped into her lap while Kiyomi was left getting critiqued by Ayano.
"Focus, Kiyomi!" This was accompanied by a light cuff to her cheek. "Come on, don't daydream!"
Kiyomi grit her teeth and lunged back into her own spar.
Kimimaro found himself enjoying life in Konoha, no matter how much he'd expected to hate it. The people were so welcoming. If they knew he one worked with Orochimaru, all it took to change their minds about him was for someone to mention he gave them information and changed sides, and they welcomed him with open arms. He started to frequently train with Sayuri's team and was surprised by how quickly they accepted him as a member of the team, all except Kiyomi, who seemed to have a deep and abiding dislike of both him and Sayuri that he wasn't sure the latter picked up on.
However, he didn't train with them every day. It was on one day when he was at the hospital for a checkup that it happened.
Miyako and Sayuri entered the Hasekura compound, laughing over some inconsequential thing, when they both felt the blanket of sadness.
"Miyako."
Miyako turned to the side to see her cousin Akane waiting by the gate to the Hasekura compound for her, eyes red and puffy from crying.
"Akane?" Miyako gasped, rushing to hug her cousin. "What's wrong, what's happened?"
Akane let out a hiccup and patted Miyako's arms gently. She slowly pulled herself from the girls' arms and placed her hands on her shoulders.
"M-Miyako," she began tearfully. "W-We just got the n-news."
"What is it?" Miyako asked, frantic with worry as Akane tried to hedge around the matter at hand. "Akane, what's happened?" Other members of the Hasekura clan began to emerge from their homes, standing on their porches and watching the scene with miserable faces, or blank ones in the cases of the more reserved. Many of them wore mourning black.
"I-It's your f-father," Akane stammered, tears rising and flowing down her cheeks. "H-He… The m-mission he t-t-took. The o-one in L-Lightning. H-He… He didn't make it."
Miyako's mouth opened in silent denial. Tears welled in her eyes. She tugged back away from Akane, who clutched her hands to her chest, tears pouring silently down her cheeks.
"Miyako, I'm sorry," Akane apologized. "We j-just h-heard. W-We were going to wait f-for you t-t-to come home to tell you."
"You're lying," Miyako whispered brokenly. There was no way. Her father's smiling face filled her mind, all the times he'd been there for her, holding her up and calming her down when she worked herself into a nervous wreck. There was no way someone as strong as he was had been killed.
"You're lying!" she screamed in agony. "You're lying, you're lying, you have to be lying!" She lunged at Akane, slapping her across the face. Akane staggered back to lean against the wall but said nothing as she raised a hand to gingerly touch her cheek. "Why would you lie about something like that?"
Miyako moved to go for Akane again but Sayuri caught her and held her back, grabbing her shoulders. Miyako could feel Sayuri shaking behind her, but she barely registered it.
"Miyako," Sayuri whispered mournfully. "She's not lying. It's… It's true." She looked up at Akane almost begging her to deny it, to proclaim the whole thing was a cruel joke, but she just slumped against the wall, holding herself and crying quietly.
"No!" Miyako wailed, the sound piercing the air. Her knees dropped out from under her and she hit the dirt, holding her sides as if trying to keep herself from falling apart. "Not father, not father!" she whimpered as she rocked back and forth like a child. Sayuri sank down beside her, holding her shoulders tightly.
"Shh, shh," Sayuri whispered around her own tears. She hadn't known Mamoru Hasekura well, but she liked him, and she knew very well how painful his death was for Miyako. Her friend continued to rock and murmur words of denial. Miyako leaned forwards so far that her forehead touched the ground and let out a wordless scream of grief.
Sayuri felt people shift around them. The Hasekura clan had emerged from their homes, stepped off their porches, and were coming towards them. Sayuri watched in awe as every single one of the Hasekuras, no matter how young or old, came out and gathered around the pair. Miyako was oblivious, still screaming her grief to the sky.
Akane moved through the crowd and knelt at Miyako's other side, wrapping her arms around the girl too, joining Sayuri's soothing clucks and whispers with her own. One by one the other Hasekuras came forwards and knelt around the girls, placing their hands on or wrapping their arms around anyone they could reach. Around their own tears they murmured soothing things to each other and tried very hard to keep it together. Sayuri sat in the middle of all this in awe.
Over it all rose Miyako's screams and sobs, echoing through the compound.
There would be no funeral, or not a real one anyway. When a shinobi died their bodies were destroyed in a way to prevent the enemy from discovering secrets about a village's techniques. There was nothing to bury.
Two days later, a service was held. People came and laid flowers by a picture of Mamoru's smiling face.
Sayuri sat by her friend the entire time, with Ayano, Kiyomi, and Akane as backup. Miyako was a shell of herself. Sayuri had to dress Miyako and fix her hair for her. She just sat there and stared straight ahead like a shell, tears occasionally rising up and rolling down her cheeks. There was no telling what she was thinking of at any given moment.
During the service, she sat silently as people expounded on the myriad ways that her father had helped Konoha and the clan. She didn't nod or even smile as a few people recounted funny stories of Mamoru in his youth. She just stared at her father's picture with tears streaming down her cheeks.
She sat there even after the service ended, not moving as people came up to express their condolence. Like a statue, Miyako held her position and said nothing, didn't make any move of acknowledgement. Those who had come only for form's sake walked away mumbling about how rude the new heir was. Those who truly cared just walked away shaking their heads in pity for her. With every one, Miyako's tears fell thicker and faster, but she said nothing. Eventually, Sayuri and Akane's glares at anyone who came close warded off the well-wishers that seemed to do more harm than good.
When the last of the guests was gone, Akane turned to Sayuri, Kiyomi, and Ayano.
"You need to leave now," she said softly. "The last head has been laid to rest and the new one needs to be prepared. Invitations have been sent. She'll be formally introduced as head of the Hasekura clan in two days time."
"For god's sake, give her time to grieve!" Sayuri hissed, wary of further upsetting Miyako, but she wasn't even sure if the girl could hear her. "Her father just died!"
"I wish we could," Akane whispered, shaking her head helplessly. Sayuri winced, realizing that traditions had to be upheld. Miyako would be given four days to grieve, but the world had to move on. The Hasekuras had to solidify themselves. They needed a new head, and fast. They were nowhere near the size of the Hyugas, or the size the Uchihas had been, but they were larger than clans like the Inuzukas and the Aburames. There were enough people that to leave this unattended could result in factions springing up, perhaps saying one so young couldn't lead.
"I see," Sayuri said, suddenly glad that her clan had never been one for things like this. If anyone died they were immediately cursed as weak and life moved on. There were no attachments, no pain if someone died.
She glanced to the side, where Kimimaro waited silently for her.
Well, that wasn't entirely true.
"If she needs you, I'll send a message," Akane assured Miyako's worried teammates. "For now though, you can't be here. This is clan business."
"Of course," Ayano nodded, placing her hands on Kiyomi and Sayuri's shoulders and guiding them away towards the door.
"Poor Miyako," Kiyomi muttered as they were marched away. "I can't imagine that kind of pain."
"What if your father died?" Sayuri asked, confused. "Surely you'd be hurt?"
Kiyomi laughed bitterly. "That's a nice sentiment, but not hardly. I'd probably throw a party."
"Kiyomi," Ayano breathed, startled by the controlled rage in that statement. Kiyomi tugged her shoulder from Ayano's grip.
"See you at Miyako's ceremony," she said shortly, and turned to head home. Ayano and Sayuri stared after her wordlessly.
"You know, sometimes I really do worry about that girl," Ayano murmured.
"I always have," Sayuri said as she turned to Kimimaro. He hadn't attended the ceremony. She'd asked him to come, but he said he wasn't upset by the man's death. He barely knew him. He considered it rude to go when he wasn't grieving. Sayuri had submitted, allowing that that made a weird kind of sense, and had gone alone.
Kimimaro looked at Miyako, who was slowly being guided up from her chair and towards her home by a stressed and grieving Akane.
"Were you like that, when you thought I'd died?" he asked softly as they turned to walk back to Satoru's apartment.
"For about a day," Sayuri admitted. "I suppose that was because I didn't really understand the death of a loved one. The death of a Kaguya was always announced in the midst of celebration of a battle, and I didn't really care about them anyway. I suppose I didn't fully understand the weight of it until I came here and gained more experience about what it meant to care for someone."
"And now?" he pressed, curious as to how she felt her time in Konoha had changed her.
"Now…" She paused. "Truthfully, I believe I would be far worse if you died now," Sayuri whispered.
The ascension of a new clan leader was a big deal in Konoha. Hundreds of people showed up, from jonin and ANBU, other clan heads, and the Hokage herself, as she had a vested interest in making sure her clans were not fighting amongst each other.
The gates of the Hasekura compound were thrown open and people filed in, dressed in their nicest clothes. Young children, those too young to be as deeply affected by Mamoru's death as the elder members, were stationed around the compound to guide people towards the staircase descending into the earth at the back of the compound.
In the beginning, a few were hesitant to descend into the cavern below, even though the way was well-lit and voices could be beard from below. Those who had been there before walked down fearlessly, and other began to follow their lead. The room they were guided into could have held half of the shinobi in Konoha, and it was meant to, in all honestly. The arrival of a new clan head was a fairly big deal.
"Your seat will be at the front, sir," one of the young Hasekuras instructed the noble in front of him. They were all dressed in identical black robes with red dragons emblazoned over the left breast. Hiashi Hyuga nodded and moved further into the room, Hinata and Neji on his heels.
The room was spectacular. Being built underground it was lit entirely by candles which provided a flickering ambiance to the gathering. A few people milled around, but most were in their seats. At the front of the room, a stoic trio of Hasekura elders stood in front of a snarling dragon statue carved from red jasper, the candlelight making the individual scales gleam dangerously. It was elevated on a dais in front of two lines of blood red pillows where the entirety of the Hasekura family kneeled stoically.
More pillows were laid out on the main portion of the floor, fitting neatly into niches in the ground so that they were in perfectly straight rows. At the back of the room were plain mats, but they gradually became richer the father forwards one went. The front row held pillows with clan symbols embroidered on them for the heads of other clans to sit. Behind them would be their family, behind that personal friends and then random shinobi.
"Are they trying to insult us?" Neji asked when he saw that the Hyuga clan's pillow was on the very end of the left side.
Hiashi seemed vaguely amused by that. "Not at all. In fact, the Hasekura family is known for trying to avoid offending people. The Hokage is seated in the center," he said, nodding to Tsuande, who was sprawled on her pillow with Shizune kneeling behind her docilely. "The places of the clan leaders are rotated every meeting to avoid showing favor to any one group. If I recall, the last time the Hyugas were seated directly to the right of the Hokage."
"W-Why are th-they known for t-trying n-not to b-b-be of-offensive?" Hinata stammered, fidgeting slightly in her formal clothes.
"The Hasekuras have always been primarily healers because of the advantages of their kekkei genkai," Hiashi explained. He'd been trained in the politics of many of the other major clans in Konoha as a child, and that included the Hasekuras. He had no problem enlightening his daughter and nephew. "Because of their dedication to the preservation of life, they've often been called in as mediators. In fact, it was the Hasekura family that mediated the meeting between the Uchiha and Senju that ended with the forming of Konoha."
"Really?" Neji asked, surprised. He'd never really heard much of the Hasekura clan, let alone that they'd done something so major.
"Yes," Hiashi nodded. "They and the Hyuga were some of the first clans to join Konoha."
"Why aren't th-they m-m-more well-known?" Hinata asked.
"Because they've always preferred not to be," Hiashi said with a shrug. "I didn't even realize there were this many of them left. They stay mostly out of the public eye. Of course, perhaps because of this preference to remaining out of the limelight a number of legends and stories have sprung up about them."
"Like what?"
Neji glanced to the side as Sayuri seated herself beside him, dropping onto a pillow with a pair of crossed femurs embroidered on it. Kimimaro sat in front of her, next to Hiashi, the same symbol embroidered on the back of his robe.
"Who are you?" Hiashi asked Kimimaro. "I don't recognize the symbol of your clan."
"I am Kimimaro, of the Kaguya clan," he introduced himself.
"Up until two days ago, the Kaguya didn't have a symbol. That would have meant taking time away from killing to figure one out," she said with a vicious smile. "Kimimaro and I had to make one up." She nodded to the two genin. "Hinata, Neji, nice to see you."
"Nice to s-s-see you t-too," Hinata nodded. "Uhm… how is M-Miyako?"
Sayuri sighed and Kimimaro glanced back at her. Neji was surprised to see the stoic man reach back and offer his hand to her. She took it with a small smile.
"She's… doing as well as can be expected," Sayuri finally said, not really sure how else to phrase it. "She misses her father, she's scared of becoming head, she's worried about training, she's sore from the tattooing-"
"Ah, the tattooing," Hiashi nodded. "I'd forgotten that little custom of theirs."
"Tattoo?" Neji asked in surprise. He found it hard to imagine demure little Miyako getting a tattoo of any kind.
"It's the Hasekura's custom for their leaders to bear a tattoo of their clan's guardian," Sayuri said, nodding in the direction of the dragon statue. "It goes all the way across the back and down the right leg. It takes most of a full day."
"Oh my," Hinata whispered. "That sounds… very…."
"Painful," Sayuri nodded.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats," one of the elders suddenly announced. "The ceremony is about to begin."
Clan members found their seats and those that didn't have assigned seats scrambled in the back for a moment before finding a place to sit. Not a moment too soon, for the next second Miyako started descending the stairs.
Sayuri heard gasps all around and wished desperately that she were able to see her friend, but she couldn't, could only feel the excitement in the room rolling off of people in droves.
Neji, meanwhile, could see. Miyako had never looked better. Her brilliant red hair was combed until it shone and pulled back in an elaborate hairstyle, gold pins holding it in place and dangling behind her. She wore a robe of black silk. A red dragon was embroidered on it, the head resting just under her left shoulder and the body trailing down over her right hip and down her leg, just like the tattoo now resting under it.
Miyako drifted forwards elegantly. Her face was made up immaculately, but the skin under her eyes was still puffy from crying and she moved stiffly thanks to the pain from the recent full-body tattoo. Everyone watched as she came down the stairs and walked towards the raised dais, looking neither left nor right.
She knelt before the three elders, one a hunched old woman, the other a tall man, and the third a man with a long braided beard.
"Miyako Hasekura," the woman began. "We are the Council of the Hasekura Clan, and as is tradition, we will each ask you a question to determine your worthiness to lead us. Do you understand?"
"I do," Miyako murmured, head dipped.
"I will begin," the tall man said. He began to recite; clearly the questions asked were tradition as well. "Do you swear to uphold the values of the Hasekura clan?"
"I do."
"Do you swear to uphold the ancient contracts?" asked the bearded man.
"I do."
"Do you swear to bring honor to the clan and lead fairly?" the woman questioned.
"I do."
The statue behind the elders suddenly threw back its head with a great creaking of stone and roared. Miyako gasped and she wasn't the only one. Around the room, several people gasped or leapt backwards. The elders seemed remarkably unconcerned.
"Then with the approval of Akaryu, I present Miyako Hasekura, leader of the Hasekura clan." The older woman held out her hands. "Rise child."
Miyako delicately took the woman's hands and rose off the ground. She turned in a flare of black silk and faced the crowd, face carefully blank. A polite round of applause echoed through the chamber, hesitant after the statue moved, but it was now back in its previous position and looked as unmoving as ever.
"Quiet!" the woman thundered with surprising volume for her old age. In the front row, Tsunade could be seen rubbing her head and wincing, doubtlessly suffering a hangover. "There is one last thing."
Behind her, the two men stepped to the side, revealing a red bottle resting in a niche in the dragon statue's chest. The woman turned and pulled the bottle out. It sloshed slightly and the crowd realized the bottle itself wasn't red, its contents were. And the Hasekura clan was very famously associated with a certain red liquid…
"Tell me that's not-" Hinata whimpered.
"Barbaric custom," Hiashi said, mouth twisting in distaste as he confirmed Hinata's fears. His daughter went a bit green and Neji's jaw tightened.
"It's just punch or something, r-right?" Neji hissed to the woman beside him.
"If only," Sayuri said, sightless eyes fixed on Miyako with eerie intensity.
"Akaryu trusted the Hasekua clan with a sacred duty. Do you understand this duty?" the old woman asked, proffering the bottle.
"I do," Miyako nodded, but even she looked slightly hesitant now.
"Then, as you swore to uphold the ancient contracts, it is now your duty to drink," the woman said, lifting the bottle towards her. Miyako took it and then flicked the top off, hesitantly raising it to her lips. The old woman raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to speak. Miyako hastily tilted the bottle back and took a gulp. She closed the bottle and hastily thrust it back to the older woman.
That was when the liquid hit her stomach and she gasped slightly, doubling over and pressing a hand to her chest. The bottle slipped from her grasp and the bearded man stepped up and caught it with surprising deftness for his old age. Chakra surged, and everyone felt it as he replaced the bottle, heedless of the drama. The Hyugas got the best view, with hastily-activated byakugans seeing Miyako's chakra network. A new line of chakra points trailed across her body under the outline of the dragon on her back, and a small ball of chakra nested just under her chakra source.
"What is that?" Neji whispered.
"I don't know," Hiashi said grimly, his byakugan fading. Hinata and Neji followed his cue. He looked at Sayuri. "Do you what that was about?"
"I-I…" Sayuri shook her head. "I have no idea."
I HATED writing this chapter. But I had this planned for a while, ever since I realized Miyako was getting off rather lightly in this story compared to Kiyomi and Sayuri. I cried while I was writing her breakdown though. And yes, there is a point to Miyako becoming leader of her clan, but it won't really come around for a while. And to the people who've been asking... NO I will NOT be pairing Sayuri with Kimimaro. They have a brother/sister kind of thing going on, not a romantic one. These are the pairings as I have planned for the girls, although Kiyomi's is subject to change. SayuriXGaara, or Gaari as they've been christened. MiyakoXNeji, or Miji. And finally, KiyomiXSasuke, or Sasomi. Thanks to my friend who came up with the ship names!