Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
It is three days—three days of hiding in cupboards, under tables and biting jagged nails—before Obaba opens the door to find a swaying blackops there, blood splattered across his mask.
"The girl has been requested."
Obaba hesitates. Her mouth opens slightly, as if call out before she closes it with a snap.
The blackops just looks at her, expectantly.
If only, the old woman thinks desperately, if only they would see she is a child—not an instrument of war.
"Girl! There's a man for you here!" Obaba shouts, dreading every syllable that leaves her mouth.
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