Chapter 39
AN: Kishimoto owns all except my characters-Kiminari, and Kimiko, and later characters. Also I'm probably not going to follow any of the story line except a few small things. I may take the characters outside their natural personalities, but that's because it's my story, and it'll add to it. Another thing: since I'm not following the story line of the series- All main (good) characters will start out the same age as they should be, but even though the Akatsuki will be around, the war will not happen until later; if it does at all. Again this is because I'm making up my own story line; it gets kinda boring when nothing has changed and, you readers would be able to guess what was going to happen all the time. So, enjoy, and please comment, review, rate, whatever you wanna do. :D
*If anyone knows any more about Tsunade's parents, please share. Google, Wiki, and everything esle have turned up absolutely nothing.
AN 2: Sorry it took me so long guys. I decided I wanted to wait to see how (SPOILER ALERT!) the manga ended so that my ending wouldn't be something terribly off, even though the years, a few ages, and some of the plot have changed. Again though, that's what keeps away copyright, and makes it my story. So without further ado, I give you the next chapter.
Recap:
Confusion swept through me. Not only was my father the strongest ninja alive, but my grandfather had been even stronger; and to top it all off, they were enemies. That means my father married the daughter of the person he had been rivals with since childhood. "OK, now my life just got even weirder." I said out loud, handing Lady Tsunade the scroll.
After reading it twice, she looked at me with a very confused face. We sat like that silently for a moment before she pulled a large book out of her desk. It had some crest on the front that I was unfamiliar with. "Kimiko, this is the Senju family book. In it is the name of every single person of Senju blood that we have any information on." I nodded. "I've gone through my mother's generation a hundred times, and I've never seen a Kiminari."
"So there's no information on her at all?" She shook her head.
She passed me the book just so I could see for myself, but I didn't even bother. I did however, look at the page where my grandparents were listed. Since that particular page was dedicated solely to the head of the Senju clan for that generation, it didn't say the names of anyone, but Hashirama himself, but I could tell for sure that the woman in the picture next to him was Mito because she had the same hair color as myself, Kushina, my mother, and Nagato. (I'd once seen an old picture of a young Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan a box of memorabilia that Konan kept in her room.)
I smiled noting that the exact shade of her hair had passed down to my mother, then to me. I also noted that, while I carried many of my father's facial features, my mother's and my own forehead were shaped much like my grandfather's. Our dainty build, from my grandmother. Having the book helped me to more easily compare my appearances to my family's, but I was also having to rely on my memory for the image of my mother, as her picture did not appear with Hashirama's other children. I was about to ask Lady Tsunade about this, but remembered she had already said she didn't know anything else about her, and probably had doubts about my mother's legitimacy, even though comparing the pictures gave dead examples of our relations.
I had just flipped the page to look at the pictures of the people who, I would guess should be my cousins, when Lady Tsunade snatched it away from me; but not before I saw what she was trying to keep me from seeing. An old picure of her as a teenager; apparently even she had bad days when it came to being photogenic. But, I pretended not to notice.
"Well, Kimiko, I'm sorry we couldn't get any more information on your mother, but if you like, I could tell you some about your grandfather," She said quickly.
"Well, I already know all the history books say." I responded.
"Yes, but don't you want to know about him as a person?"
"Of course, but I'd be willing to bet that I already know some things that you'd never tell me," I said, grinning cheekily. BAM! Perfect results. She caught on instantly.
"You little brat! Don't you ever tell anyone about that picture!" she snarled, dead serious.
"What picture, cousin?" I asked grinning bigger, and quickly reaching over her desk to grab at the book.
She almost caught it, but I was just a thought ahead.
"Ohh! You mean this one?" I asked innocently flipping the book back open to her page. Her anger was beginning to flare, but she stayed silent, and put her hand out; a sign that she wasn't in the mood to play games. Darn, and I've never had the chance to fight her. I thought gloomily, then laughed internally. Perhaps I am too much like my father. The thought scared me a little.
"Fine!" I sighed, passing her the book. "I was just happy to have finally found someone who was related to me," I said sullenly as I headed to the door. "But, I guess it's for the best. After all," I said pausing as I held the door open, "you are a bit old for me to call you one-chan." I said sadly, before grinning again, then bailing. I knew that would definitely set her off, and if she didn't come after me now, she'd probably find a way to get back at me later. I'd have to keep my guard up; I honestly didn't trust that it was beyond her to try break into my house just to get back at me. I'd have to put up a chakra barrier tonight, just in case; maybe some trip wires too.