"How'll I explain this...How long it took me to take down a little girl and an old hag...That I even had to use my last trick..."
Sasori
The sun hung back above the clouds, its rays shined through them, but not quite penetrating through as they'd like to. It left a wondrous visual for anyone that would just happen to look up. Its rays were as bright as ever, and the gray sheets seemed to enhance its brightness, true the rays couldn't quite pierce through, but they wouldn't be denied their glory. Because of its warmth, the gray opened, fading into white and seeking to oppress the ground in its blanket.
Izuna secured his head adornment, fastening it tightly four times before putting on his hood.
Leaving the Hagoromo compound; Izuna kept a firm grasp on the hilt of his sword, eyes every so often darting to Haji. It's not that he hated the man, or even held a grudge, it was for the simple fact Haji was just so dangerous and he couldn't take his chances. The older man's chakra was subdued at the moment, kept under wraps of restraint, but he could feel the oppressive aura regardless. Usagi seemed happy enough, conversing with his wife and Ahiko, which was excellent in his eyes.
Of course it just came down to the two of them. Men. And, being men they were at the usual stand off, though Haji masked it with a clear impassiveness as well as indifference. There was just something about Haji, fighting him like he had so many times, that just appealed to him. Even if they were after each other's heads, it was a different fight than with Tobirama.
He knew this feeling was the same Madara felt with Syrus.
It was anticipation. Excitement. Even a little bit of fear.
"Haji."
Stopping in his stride Haji turned his attention onto the younger man, hand not clasping the hilt of his sword, but it hovered just inches above it. A clear sign that if the Uchiha should overstep his boundaries he'd have no problem putting the Uchiha back into his place. The trio of girls stopped as well, though a few more feet up ahead having not noticed that two men were having a staring contest, and thus immediately fixed the two with curious and wary gazes.
"What?" Haji's tone was blunt and dry, like always.
Continuing to walk and putting the girls at ease, Izuna nodded to himself before continuing on where he left off. "You sounded certain that Tobirama will attack the Hagoromo very soon."
"It'd be foolish to think he's not going to."
Izuna tilted his head. It's not that he was skeptical about it the slightest-Tobirama wasn't like his brother, and he wouldn't hesitate to send a blast of chakra smack dab into the center of the compound, where all the children are to boot. Hashirama would have a cow and practically murder Tobirama, but the fact still remained they were polar opposites, and it went beyond just their personalities.
Clans and people in general tended to steer clear from the Hagoromo. They didn't want to encounter the merciless clan, or members of it, and then get blown to pieces of even worse. The Hagoromo weren't known for their kindness, and given their reclusive nature, if there happened to be anyone intruding on their land they'd be dealt with, if there were strangers...Well, the worse they'd get is killed, the least of their worries getting thrown out.
They were an ally of the Uchiha, but they also hadn't partaken in many of the more recent battles. Of course, his father had been doing something off the wall, then his brother and himself took over, and most recently there was the split. It also helped that the Hagoromo were content to remain where they were and just enjoy their solitude.
"Care to elaborate?"
Haji looked at him with clear annoyance, eyes narrowing, and he turned his focus from Izuna onto his surroundings-trees vacant of leaves, smothered in snow. "I just have this feeling...That I can't shake..."
Carefully pointing his focus ahead, Izuna noted that the trio of girls were too busy conversing, and too far ahead to pick up on the details of this conversation. "What is it?"
Haji felt this for a long time, and he kept it to himself as to not alarm his brother and sister. But, that didn't mean the feeling left, it didn't, and if anything it grew worse by the days. The letter Nagakura's unit brought back was evidence enough, that one of his gut feelings had been proven correct, so it was...Probable that this was in fact also true.
With a long stare Haji debated if he should divulge or not, choosing to do so. "I feel like...Someone or something is manipulating events, and has been...For an extremely long time. Think about it: the Subatsu, Domou, Uchiha, Senju, Sarutobi, Hatake, Shimura, Akimichi, Chibana, Tachibana, Hageshii, Shainingu, and the other clans that all conjoined in the next region in that series of wars, and before that...Everything that happened. We Subatsu are a reclusive clan, misanthropic, and the Domou are very similar in a lot of ways and vice versa...For us to be out in the open like this..."
"Who could be so shrewd?" Izuna asked, voice dropping a good bit while his eyes narrowed. Even Hajime, for all of his wily ways could never pull the strings to such an extent that he'd get all of the clans together, and more, that Haji just mentioned. The fact the Domou and Subatsu were out and about was glaring enough, but then there was the Uchiha, Senju, Shimura, among others, conjoining as well...At one point the Subatsu and Senju did have an alliance.
No matter how hard he thought of it, no answer came to mind. What was there to gain, and more importantly he couldn't think of anyone capable of doing such a thing in the first place.
"I don't know, but I'm not going to get arrogant." Haji said, voice becoming stern.
"If someone was capable of this they'd stand out like a sore thumb." Izuna didn't want to push his point, just how far out Haji's statement was, but like the older man said-he wasn't going to let himself get arrogant and not think of every possible scenario. Though, that wasn't to say he was going to waste hours and hours pondering over something that may or may not even be in the first place.
It was with a steady glare that Haji answered, tone clipped. "Not really, not when the whole world is at war. Shinobi can't care less about anything that doesn't involve their clans, money, or some sort of jutsu. Whoever this is can move around freely, manipulating anyone that they see fit."
Izuna blinked, all but silent. Now it made sense why Haji and Usagi were present-when she marries Shin an alliance will be formed, and since Arata betrayed the Hagoromo they'd find a new home with them. It was all genius in his opinion, Haji was one of his most deadly foes and it had to do with more than just his skills and physicality, it was that steel fortress of a mind that made him so deadly.
One move, and just like that they'd all be allies, and the clans that the Subatsu and Domou have ententes with would also enter the equation, naturally.
"I understand, now. I'll have some of my spies look into it."
Haji considered his answer-his hand slowly left the radius of his hilt, and he crossed his arms over his chest. He paid little mind to the snow falling, as his body was like a raging furnace. "I've had some of my spies looking into it, all are meeting dead ends. The Yuki, Hoshigaki, Hozuki, and all the Water country clans will soon be attacking the mainland, the Uzumaki's island in particular, though this could just be the Yuki, the others and the Water country Marine Force will be attacking-this is a certainty as it's been confirmed."
"If this person does exist, the next time they'll be moving around is when this happens...The Water country damiyo will declare war on all the countries...Including the West."
"I know."
Izuna almost stopped in his stride-but continued to go through sheer discipline. Him and Haji just reached an agreement, mutual, and completely understood each other.
"Usagi and I will handle my brother. I trust Ahiko and Souji will handle Mikito, you must handle Madara and aid Ahiko and Souji. It's about what happens-"
"In the time before the Water country and its affiliates attack the mainland. I'll handle my end, I won't let enmity nor my brother's thirst for battle interfere in this union."
Haji nodded, pausing in his step and calling out to Usagi. He was right to not be so wary while speaking to Izuna, at least at this moment in time, not yesterday or even three hours ago. Izuna seemed to understand, and had been working steadily on something he wasn't willing to divulge to him, however it would work in tandem with what he wanted, and that's all that mattered in the long run.
"What is it, brother?" Usagi asked, a bit impatient.
It was...Relieving to be on good terms...Well, supposed to be good terms, but sort of awkward at this moment, terms, with Ahiko and Yuko. She didn't need to attack them or rush in for the kill, she could relax. Of course, Haji being the straight to the point person that he is, was never one to savor in these moments exactly, as he'd usually just be observing everything with a dry look upon his face.
"We're going back to the compound, but we're going to make a few stops first." Haji said, fixing her with an uncompromising look-she would not be getting her way this time.
"Muuhh! Fine!" Usagi kicked some snow to the side, sighing obnoxiously as she trotted up to Haji before breaking off into the direction that they're supposed to go in. "I'll see you real soon, Yuko-san!"
"We'll be on our way." Haji said, giving a small bow before vanishing in a blur-Usagi had already vanished.
Mikito walked out onto the back of the cottage, soles patting against the wet wooden steps as she came to settle down on the grass. Her stomach fluttered, twisting in a bout of nervousness. She was never very good with these public sorts of things, but it was more than about her own discomfort. She wore a white kimono, with a white haori and white hakama-the hakama were a bit higher as to avoid brushing against the ground. Madara followed behind her wearing the same attire, except it was black.
They both stepped in even strides, though for every one Madara took, Mikito had to take two. They had discussed incorporating Shinto traditions, as it was the religion the Uchiha followed, but after consideration Madara declined the whole thing. There was no need for ceremony or prestige, just being together was enough for him. And, just hopefully there wouldn't be a lot of people.
Madara spotted Akame a few meters ahead of them with Noboru, Noboru was dressed in gray hakama with a white haori, and Akame wore a green kimono with a single stitching of a humming bird. Since there was no temple so to speak they'd be going under one of the many gigantic tress in case if there was any rain, which was always likely, they'd be protected from the relentless fall.
Coming into a clearing he was a bit perplexed. He spotted three people he'd never thought he'd see so soon-Izuna, Yuko, and Ahiko.
Beyond them were thousands of people, literally.
He bit back a sigh, eyes darting to Mikito, but she was looking at her feet.
"What's going on?" Izuna asked.
Madara stopped in his step, fixing Izuna with a stern look before he softened his expression the slightest. "When did you return?"
"Just a few minutes ago, actually. I still can't push the damn gates open." Izuna said, eyeing his brother and Mikito carefully before turning his focus behind him at the congregation of people all milling about, some hyper and excited, others demure, others afraid, others stoic, and some were just sitting in their own spots watching everyone else.
"Can you answer my question?"
"She's doing the ceremony she planned to do before with Madara at one of our compounds, at the time preferably yours. Cousin Akame is getting married to Noboru as well, that's the most important part of this to be honest." Ahiko said bluntly.
Madara scowled, immediately turning his eyes onto Mikito. He forgot about Izuna, Yuko and Ahiko, and the relief that washed over him seeing that they were all unharmed "I thought you said they wouldn't be back."
"I said that since they weren't present that eliminates eighty percent of it, but to be honest we don't even have to do much anyways." Mikito gave Madara an innocent smile. He should have known better, how could she ever not have her baby sister present for their ceremony, nor Akame's?
"Akame is the one that gets to feel all awkward." Mikito grinned like a psycho.
"You're unbelievable. A true kunoichi, sneaky woman." Madara shook his head, a soft chuckle rumbling from his throat.
"We've made a breakthrough, Ahiko. Dominoes."
Ahiko's eyes widened. "Sister!"
"Dominoes?" Izuna raised an eyebrow.
"What is that?" Yuko asked, a bit absently.
Madara didn't let the subject change deter from his mood, he was too happy at the moment to even consider anything else. He'd also come to terms with what he must do, and he'd execute his mission like all the ones he's undertook-with absolute perfection.
"There'll be a debriefing after this all over with. I want to know how things went with Shuji and Takeshi. In the mean time go and get ready, the ceremony will start soon."
"All right." Yuko gave a small nod, eyes settling on Madara for a moment before they flicked to Ahiko.
"This would be a good time to wear that one Kimono."
"Good idea, Yuko-chan!"
"We'll wait for you guys." Mikito assured.
Izuna hummed, noting that Mikito was remaining tight lipped on the matter didn't shed any light-for Yuko and Izuna anyways, Ahiko already knew what was so significant about those simple words 'breakthrough'. His brother seemed to know as well, but he was remaining tight lipped at the moment at least, though it was still odd.
Izuna gave a simple nod. "This should be interesting."
For some reason Madara's stomach twisted into a knot of nervousness as he walked in stride with Mikito, not moving with so much speed as before.
With deep breaths Madara and Mikito made their way toward the crowd of people. Mikito reached for his hand, brushing her fingers against it, and rather the clench her hand tightly, he brushed his thumb against her palm.
"Looks like you're the one feeling awkward." Madara quipped lightly.
"I'm a little nervous to be honest. When women in my clan get married, some of us, well most of us change our hairstyle to a hime-style."
Madara's only answer was a loud snort. "What are you a royal princess?"
The thought of Mikito ever having such a hair style didn't really appeal to him-the thing that attracted him the most to her was the fact she wasn't so critical of her appearance, though that wasn't to say she didn't take care of herself. Her hair was thick and abundant, and he found himself inhaling the faint, misty scent, mixed with some jungle that seemed to be her natural scent.
Though...If she were to change it, he'd have to give her a good once over. He wasn't exactly fond of change, and he adored Mikito just as she was now. She didn't need to do anything else.
"No, I am your wife. It's to show...That we are no longer a young woman, but a true woman, and that we are a fine woman for our husband. It's not mandatory or anything like that, Chiasa and Masa didn't do it, but if you noticed Rio has changed her's to a hime."
Madara nodded. He knew the girl as she was Toshi's husband. A spunky young woman with a chipper personality, deadly with a sword and swift beyond swift.
"I like your hair how it is now."
"I'll leave it then."
"Good." Madara found himself oddly satisfied-he wasn't sure if Mikito would start to become aggressive, but then again it was just over hair. At times, he missed their heated verbal spars.
They finally came into the clearing, and were immediately swarmed from all sides, but it was Akame and Noboru who were completely engulfed.
Members of the Domou, Uchiha, and civilians all stood side by side. There had to be at least three thousand easy; consisting of adults, teenagers, elders, and children with the youngest being close to four. Any child under that age wouldn't be able to sit still or maintain interest, but if they managed such a feat they would be taken back to their homes to be put to bed. Their outfits all varied, but the women wore kimonos, and the men wore hakama, kimono, and haoris.
Harada, Shinpachi, Sanosuke, Kesiuke, Yamanami, Okemi, Sakamoto, Norio, Sekizawa, Takasugi, and Serizawa all sat by themselves at the front of the natural enclosure, dressed in all black-except for Okemi and Keisuke who both wore dark blue in favor of black. He spotted Shin off to the side with his little sister, and who he could only assume were her friends, and a few older men around their twenties aside him. Both Isamu and Isami up ahead with their respective wives. Misaka was off to one side with Aito, the two conversing animatedly, though she looked a little flustered.
Mitsuki and Hikaku were both sipping from saucer cups.
There were civilians, all of them casting uneasy or curious glances in his direction. Some of them heard of him, some didn't, but it didn't change the fact they were all present. The Uchiha women were all grouped together, looking a bit nervous, like all the women gathered for the most part. The ones that brought children were just content to watch them play and interact, almost envious of their innocence.
There was a sense of awkwardness, but everyone managed to settle down together as time progressed.
The Domou clan was a diverse clan-their skin varied from black, to dark brown, even darker than a dark brown, a light brown, and there were even a few Domou who had relatively fair skin. They all carried similar appearances; their hair was thick, and abundant growing out in spiky tufts or wild manes. Some had straight hair, some had spiky hair, some had curly and wavy hair. Their eyes were all big and round, for the most part and varied from shades of brown, hazel, light brown, copper, amber, blue, green, yellow, and even a cream sort of gold.
The women were very beautiful-after all he did marry Mikito, for his own very selfish reasons. He had seen many beautiful women, the noble women in the courts. But, there was something magnetizing about Domou women, they weren't exactly demure, but they weren't headstrong either. They were also very educated, and by all means powerful...They were very powerful, in fact.
Domou children...Well they were all hyper, born with unnatural reserves of chakra and particularly powerful chakra and life force they had limitless energy, and were quite a handful.
The civilians were very diverse, even as diverse as the Domou. They all looked different, and unlike the Domou none exactly shared similar characteristics. They all came from different backgrounds but were for the most part of peasant birth, and even lower. However, it didn't change the fact there was a lot of diversity, and just for a second he felt unease.
Uchiha were all similar. Ivory, fair, or light skin. Black, brown, or blue-ish hair. There wasn't much diversity, and it was to ensure that a pure and strong bloodline was retained. If there were any abnormalities the child was usually pushed to the way side, and would never be raised to be a warrior. In the old times, when Uchiha were extreme, they'd kill the child for being a half blood, but that was extreme.
Even in his eyes.
Uchiha children weren't much different from Domou children, or the children of the civilians-they were hyper and full of energy. Unhindered by such boundaries as clans and heritage they talked and played with each other-the boys showed off and the girls spun around showing each other their kimonos.
There was a sense of trepidation and excitement swelling, it was very palatable. Like electric on his tongue.
He took a slow breath. Any thoughts of doubt, any assumptions, any nervousness-it was all gone. Dissipated in the burning fact, the fact that he and Mikito were joined in union.
She was also a lot more nervous than he was.
He truly did love her-even if he wouldn't say those words out loud, he did. He truly did, and it was undeniable.
It was hard to believe that just a a little over a year ago that she had sent a request out to the Uchiha, something Izuna was just enthralled with from the very beginning It had been a blow to his pride when he actually seen Mikito and the brusque Souji outside of the compound, the fact he'd have weaklings holding him back, and a weak woman on top of it; didn't make him the least bit happy. He wasn't privy to details about the Domou-only the basics, and rumors.
So, accepting an alliance hadn't been on the agenda at that point in time since his very clan could have fallen apart, due to the simple change of leadership.
"Mikito, you look lovely." Chiasa cut the distance between them, tone exuberant, but mature as always. Her hair was twisted atop her head in a loose bun, foregoing the usual ponytail.
"Yeah, too bad you settled for Madara." Mitsuki commented.
"I'm right here." Madara growled.
"So?"
Madara couldn't help but feel exasperation, shock, surprise, and for the first time in a while...Utter disbelief.
"Mitsuki, stop teasing." Mikito said playfully.
Madara dropped it after Hikaku apologized, at a loss himself, before he told his wife to shut up.
Mitsuki was all but ready to chew him out, hence he dragged her away from everyone's eyes so he could face her wrath in private.
Izuna and Ahiko came rushing over, both washed up and dressed. Ahiko wore a simple dark blue Kimono with a white obi, while Izuna decided to wear his trademark light green haori, white kimono, black hakama, white tabi, and white zori.
Yuko trailed behind, nervous. She was wearing the plum kimono Ahiko had gotten her back in the Sand country.
"You look lovely, Yuko."
Yuko smiled, Mikito looked lovely herself even if she wasn't exactly wearing a kimono. "Thank you, you do, too."
Once they were in the clearing Chiasa and Masa went about fussing over Akame with the rest of the women present, while Madara and Mikito shared a relatively silent moment standing before one another.
Ahiko excused herself, quickly going to find Hiyori.
Hayami gestured everyone still coming to the large clearing of land to hurry up and those gathered to start to get settled. Akame and Noboru were speaking in private with Takeo and a few others. Madara and Mikito shared a silent moment, standing before one another. She reached out, brushing her fingers against his palm before taking a light grasp of it, repeating the action with her free hand.
The ceremony started in total silence. Mikito bit her thumb, saying her vows while pressing a line over his eyes and mouth, and in turn Madara did the same. Mikito took him by the hand, quickly vacating the glaring patch of untaken land as Akame awkwardly made her way up with Noboru trailing behind.
Akame was pestered by gentle tremors as she looked up at the taller and much darker Noboru who couldn't keep the affectionate out of his eyes as he took both of her hands into his own. She returned his devotion with a shy smile of her own, gently gripping his hands with her own before he squeezed back.
"This is so nice!" Ahiko swooned as the couple began to exchange vows. Noboru took the lead, biting his thumb until it bled. After so much conflict and bloodshed over these last few months it was nice to experience such a warm and sincere moment between her family, her kin, and to share this moment with the Uchiha and civilians all gathered here...It warmed the pit of her stomach. Moments like this were rare and had to be cherished as well as treasured, she never took anything for granted, and she'd always live for moments like these.
Noboru was a quiet and dedicated man, he accelerated in taijutsu and ninjutsu being a prodigy in his own right. Kenjutsu was also his strong point, but since he was more muscular it only made sense he'd keep things hand to hand, close rand. He was just an all around incredible man personality wise; always putting others and their needs ahead of himself. Always taking care of Akame. He played with the children and took care of all the animals as well. He was always respectful and had a gentle appreciation for women, a sincere, and abundant love for Akame.
"I've never seen Noboru look so happy except when he's training or taking care of animals. Akame too for that matter." Masa said, a small smile on her lips, her tone nothing short of content.
"I know, she's so pretty...She's also a workaholic, even more than Souji." Yuko said softly, nodding her head.
"Akame is so lucky to marry a man like Noboru. He's one of the most humble and helpful Domou." Hina said softly, tilting her head gently as she chanced a glance around, wondering if she'd ever be in a similar position as Akame and Noboru, but soon considered that she wouldn't be since she has impossible standards, and just when she found someone-Noboru for instance, someone had to take them away. "Most marriages happen only for prestige, wealth, or out of duty and obligation. At least they got to spend time with each other and fall in love."
"It's so romantic." Ahiko voiced her agreement, wrapping both arms around Hiyori's and pulling herself close. He could only give her a semi awkward look while she only smiled before sticking out her tongue. "Hiyori and I have been married since we were children, but we've also been friends for as long, too. It's the same for you guys, right?"
"Yes." Isami said, giving a rather firm nod.
"You sound like saps, seriously." Madara groused. He was never one for mushy talk, he left that to Mikito who seemed to just be peerless in the art
Izuna only nodded in silent agreement, not wishing to point out Madara's knack for really dampening a mood, and not voicing his agreement about but then again that's what women fantasized about.
"Don't kill the mood brother." Izuna couldn't help himself and reproached Madara.
Madara scowled, but Hayami's voice broke through his ire.
"Now, if you all would come with me. The food is already prepared, there will be places to sit, if you wish to." Hayami said.
They were all led into a clearing where there was an array of food set out, the scent wafting through. All the women came together with their recipes, and helped each other cook enough food for the circumstance.
"Mikito." Akame spoke in a tender tone as she got closer to them, both arms wrapped firmly around one of Noboru's. They could barely get through as everyone ran up to congratulate them and toast their marriage. Her eyes shimmered with happiness the closer she got and the signs of early tipsiness were becoming more prominent as a light blush made its way across her cheeks. she couldn't stop smiling and accepting everyone's gracious toasts. Noboru was also being swarmed by everyone, and was no stranger to sake at all.
"Akame." Mikito said softly, his eyes softening as she brought her into her arms.
"Congratulations, cousin!" Ahiko snatched Akame away from Mikito, wrapping her in one bone crushing hug.
"Thank you, Ahiko-san." Akame flashed a rare grin, gently prying herself loose from the younger's girls indomitable grip. She turned her eyes onto Madara, Izuna, and Yuko, and then everyone else around them. "Thank you for actually coming, you three...You didn't have to, but it's nice. We haven't got the chance to meet yet, Izuna-san and Yuko-san, but I am family."
"Nice to meet you." Izuna gave a sweeping bow.
Madara could hardly retrain himself from smacking him upside the head-dramatic ass.
"You're very beautiful." Yuko said a bit shamelessly.
"You're so honest, Yuko-san." Akame smiled, slightly abashed by the compliment. She had never used her looks to get what she wanted, even when it pertained to those sorts of missions she was using brutal force, and not just slipping her hands on down. "Izuna-san is lucky to be married to you, you made a good choice with Izuna. He'll keep you happy."
Izuna nodded with a light smirk, he wrapped Mikito up in a light hug with one arm, snatched her cup of sake, and downed it in one swig. "Keep each other happy, okay. If you two can't do it, I think it's just impossible then."
He grinned at Mikito. "You know how my brother can be."
"All too well."
Several people close by began to snicker or snorted, knowing Madara's rather short temper and all around tolerance all too well.
He snapped at no one in particular, before rounding on Izuna.
"There's no need to thank me, Akame-san. I'm just honest." Yuko said a small smile touching her face as she up her own glass of sake in a toast. She was never one to drink, but on special occasions like this she allowed herself to indulge in the festivities. Well, this would be the first time, technically.
"You've trained her very well, cousin." Akame said appreciatively as she gingerly sipped her sake.
"Of course, I had to instill certain qualities early." Ahiko beamed at Yuko, enjoying the fact she lowered her head-just an inch, abashed.
"I thought I'm your sensei." Izuna looked offended.
"Well..." Yuko scratched her cheek, not able to meet Izuna's eyes. "I had a lot of teachers while training here when I was, and still am. It's just that Ahiko was the person I spent the most time with."
"I'm getting sake." Madara spoke a bit blandly.
Ahiko frowned the slightest. "He's been hanging around Souji way too much."
"Yes, I agree. It's no chance or miracle that they've always gotten along." Mikito nodded.
"Let's all drink." Madara said with a blank expression, already pouring out the sake.
"I have a better idea." Mikito sauntered away, soon returning with several bottles of sake, a grinning Harada, the rest of the Council, and a few others.
Harada snatched a bottle before trying to chug it all in one gulp. "It's been a while since I've got to cut loose like this!"
"There's a reason for that. Look at how you are behaving now." Shinpachi said in a blunt manner, only scowling at the spiky haired man when Harada decided to glare at him.
"I think I've had enough. There's no way I can clear an entire bottle." Akame said gracefully. She wasn't a stranger to the pleasures of sake, and had actually gotten drunk with her fellow Domou sisters, and Mikito more than once. But, she knew when she was reaching her limit...This sake wasn't the cheap stuff by any means, and Mikito was bringing over several bottles to start playing that game.
"Let's celebrate, it's not every day something like this happens." Norio said, striding into the group with a rather cheerful expression.
"So, here's what we're going to do. All of us each get a bottle, whoever finishes it first is the winner. If anyone spills, coughs, or spits up any sake they have to finish their first bottle, plus drink another one, on top of the second they already have to drink." Mikito stated, half smiling again, already clearing what was in the cup Madara pouted for her and opened her own bottle. "The rule is simple, whoever drains their bottle first wins."
"I will have to decline." Sekizawa said graciously.
"As will I." Serizawa said, giving a slight bow.
"I'm going to get some of the food." Okemi said shamelessly.
"I'm ready for this." Sanosuke said, a glint in his eyes as he grabbed his own bottle.
"Let's start then before Serizawa and Takasugi show up again." Shinpachi cut to the chase and began to empty his bottle, quickly at first, but began to slow down.
Keisuke and Yamanami drained their bottles with relative ease, but it was Madara who finished first. Ahiko and Yuko spilled some, and were immediately regretting it.
"We're going to need some more sake." Izuna said.
"Another round." Harada said, slamming the now empty bottle down-laughing once it exploded into shards. "Nobody can beat me at this!"
"I'll get some more, let's see you live up to that." Madara got some more, setting them down. He looked at everyone present before his eyes flicked onto Mikito, and a sharp smirk crossed his face. "Drink up."
"Hn." Shinpachi grunted, setting his bottle down, annoyed that some of it almost began to spill.
Keisuke, Madara, Izuna, and Harada drained their bottles while Ahiko and Yuko still struggled.
Yuko grimaced at the burning that started from her mouth and went all the way into her stomach.
She shakily set her bottle down, almost dropping it.
She couldn't feel her hands.
After some more heavy drinking, which ended in stalemates and never outright victory, and a few more bottles of sake Shinpachi parked himself on a chair several feet away with just about everyone else joining him, even a few civilians tried their hand at the competition.
"You lose! Harada barked out laugh, as two civilian women, a Domou women, and a few Uchiha women tried their hand, and lost.
"I can't feel my hands." They all said, not quite in unison or one after the other, but the mutual feeling, or lack of, was still there.
"This sake is strong." The Uchiha woman admitted, but got the rest down, though she grimaced because of the burn.
The same couldn't be said for the other women, they spilled theirs and continued to.
"The Domou are quite a lively clan. I can't recall doing something like this for some years now." Norio said, slurring his words a bit as he set down his now empty cup. He chuckled a bit, he was now just an old man. He wasn't losing his strength, but in the next decade or two it could start to wane bit by bit, gradual, but it'd never truly go away. "Do you guys always cut loose like this?
"We're austere and ascetic, but even we have to cut loose at times. We're still human, after all. To answer your question we do, on special occasions, like this for instance." Mikito said, blinking his eyes a few times as they lidded heavily. She reached out for Madara's arm, but found that he was walking around, socializing with everyone present who was congratulating him.
Life was hard enough with the constant battles and fight for survival. It drove everyone to insanity. If she didn't give himself and her kinsmen some time to cut loose, let go, and just enjoy themselves. There needed to be gatherings like this, with everyone together and mingling, just having an all around good time. It was also nice she had a husband like Madara, but unfortunately he wasn't here to be her support at this moment.
"There are things far more important than war." Ahiko said, cheerfully beaming as she cut her arm through the air for emphasis. "Family. Love. Unity. Harmony. All of these are of great importance.
"If only people shared in your philosophy, Ahiko- san. I'd say the world would be in harmony, for once." Norio said thoughtfully, smiling at the shorter woman. Men were so quick to come to blows and kill, quite frankly they were nothing more than prideful and moronic brutes that were more concerned with how big their stick is. If women were in power nothing would lead to physical conflicts, because women were mature and sensitive unlike men. But, in general people were quick to strike, and when women did such things...
They were vindictive, and could be ten times worse, a million times crueler than any man could ever be."
"Yeah." Yuko nodded in agreement, the action wasn't without consequences and she ended up almost falling backwards despite being in a chair. Seeing Izuna's smug look as he helped balance her, she looked away from him-paying no mind to the smirk still on his face or the fact she felt herself swaying a little.
"I'm more than confident Noboru will keep you happy." Mikito said with mirth shining in her eyes.
"Mikito, please!" Kimie flushed, gripping Noboru's arm tighter than before. Despite knowing Mikito was saying it all in jest, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered with her cousin going into teasing mode.
"She'll want for nothing." Noboru assured, offering a small smile. If he moved anymore he was going to either fall over or his head was going smack onto the table and remain there."Well, I should be going, have to speak with everyone else and all that other stuff. Akame-san?""
Some more time passed and everyone had their fill of sake, if they hadn't already. Energy was overflowing and a positive mood knit itself together. The sake gave the men a certain boldness as they tried to court and speak to eligible women present, and it allowed the women to relax; so they indulged in the men's foolish chivalry acts.
"Keiko?" Mikito looked at the young Uchiha woman curiously. "What's on your mind?"
She bit her lip nervously before gesturing towards a young man with a mane of black hair and dark green eyes, his skin just a little on the tan side. He also appeared to tower over her by a good foot-Keiko was only about five feet, and the young man she was focused on was at least six foot and three inches.
"Ah, has he caught your fancy?"
Keiko resisted the urge to shake her head. "He won't look at me, though..."
"You should go and talk to him...Domou men are reserved and shy, he's probably feeling awkward you keep staring at him. Ask him to help you in your training, maybe." Mikito encouraged.
She found this happening again and again as women began to sit next to her, spilling their fears of the Domou men they had their eyes on. She only encouraged, giving them gentle nudges. Aimi was one of the last to come to her, the first being Keiko, then Aina, and then hundreds of others after that. Sabuki was the last one to grace Mikito with her presence and fears, and the beautiful woman sat herself down next to her.
"Sabuki-san."
The Uchiha woman seemed to mull something over before looking into Mikito's eyes. "What's his name?"
Mikito let her eyes trail Sabuki's, finally spotting a young man several meters from them speaking with just a few people before they dispersed and left him alone. A small grin graced her face while her heart beat a bit faster, and not because of the sake. Sabuki seemed to be attracted to Katsuro. He was aged seventeen and had dark brown skin with a rather long and unkempt mane of spiky hair that extended just passed his shoulder blades.
"Katsuro is his name. He's a grandson of Takasugi, actually. He's very skilled in taijutsu, and is known for his immense physical might...Your eyes have not led you astray focusing on this young man."
Sabuki wasn't quite sure what to say. "Is he...Married?"
Mikito shook her head, a smile touching her face. "Not at all, he's all yours."
Sabuki blushed, gently looking away from her superior for a moment. She was just so afraid and shy to speak to him, and every time she looked at him, and he looked back, he'd turn away almost instantly and do his best to avoid her gaze after that. It didn't come as easy for her as it was for the rest of the women, though they needed a nudge from Mikito as well.
"What should I say to him?"
"Say hi. Talk about your training. Ask for his assistance. He won't be rude and will speak to you. Chances are you were making him feel awkward staring at him for so long."
Sabuki mulled it over before nodding and standing to her feet. "Thank you, Mikito-sama."
That little nudge was all she needed.
With a soft sigh Mikito found herself leaning against Madara. He had a cup of sake in hand, carefully sipping it as he found his seat next to her. Without breaking his focus he turned from Mikito onto the Uchiha and civilian women trying their hand at speaking to the young men and men gathered. With a small tilt of his head he noted Mikito seemed rather pleased.
"You're happy."
"Mhhhmmmmm." Mikito hummed, taking a break in her squeezing of his arm to look up at him. "Everything is taken care of."
"I knew it was a good idea to leave the emotional crap to you."
The fire damiyo sat at the head of table. A clear cut picture of a noble, he wore fine robes, and carried himself with regal dignity-there wasn't anything off about him to the nonobservant eye. But, with jittery fingers, shaky hands, and a pool of sweat gathering on his forehead, it was clear to the more observant that he wasn't in good spirits and this is one of those times it rarely happened.
Eight men in addition to himself sat at the table. Their appearances varied, three were quite aged, two were rather young, and the other three were about middle aged. None of them had graying hair, yet.
These meetings usually went one of two ways. The first was they were short and sweet, few words were exchanged and everyone would be on their way; more to the point they didn't happen at all. The second being they ended with nothing short of high tension and everybody ready to strangle the other, and he was not exempt to this. Even if he was the more lenient than other damiyos.
His inner circle often times forgot their place as advisers and not actually being in charge like himself. It could be argued they were the actual leaders, since anything important had to be run and go through them beforehand, but that was just the way things were done. Things weren't helped when all of these men, despite their ages all had vices and couldn't control themselves at all.
Mitsuru-one of the young men gathered kept his sigh down as he sat next to an older man-Mitsuo.
The room was dimly lit with lanterns despite their curtains being opened and the brightness of the sun-not so much its rays beamed through the window. There were formalities to be kept, after all. The fire emblem for his country being displayed proudly on everything it could be stitched upon.
The last thing he really wanted to deal with at this moment was discussing this issue with his inner circle. It had been something he put off over and over, but it seemed some of these men seen it fit to bring it up, and even go as far as to call this meeting. Quite frankly, it wasn't such a severe issue in his opinion, but his inner circle was concerned, and he was concerned just slightly.
"Is there a reason a meeting has been called? It's too much to cut time during the winter season in order to have these discussions."
Mitsuo sneered at Mikio-another young man, not taking kindly to his tone. "In fact, there is a reason. You can worry about your whores later, all of their needs are taken care of. It's time you focus on your duties and not on your baseless lusts."
"That has nothing to do with this, you old crone." Mikio jeered, eyes cutting at the man.
"Things will proceed quicker if you two refrain from your usual disputes." The damiyo took the reins before there two got into one of their heated arguments again.
Mikio was always a bit of a snob for starters, and it didn't help that Mitsuo found it fit to be so critical of the young man's dubious behavior. Mitsuo was far more experienced in the court and was well versed in everything that needed to be done, while Mikio usually just shoved his duties onto his subordinates to handle while he indulged...
"Yes, we should finish this up quickly. Your arguing is nothing but a hindrance to the proceedings of what goes on within this country, it'd be wise if you both keep in mind what your duties entail." Akira said.
Despite being old his eyes were as cold as steel.
The damiyo only nodded. "I'll get right to the point. Over the last few weeks, to days something strange has been going on. The Uchiha have split into two sects, one went with the Domou, and another is now in the Lightning country. More to the point the alliance between the Subatsu and Senju has ended, in what is now the Wind country and Sand country the Uchiha and Domou repelled the combined assault of the Earth damiyo and Wind damiyo-their combined military force was completely decimated within a matter of weeks. The Subatsu they tore a rift as they left, and all fell to them...Most recently they've allied with the Mō clan of the Snow country, and they are quite influential and have a large territory in said country."
"Damiyo-sama." Mikio frowned. "What are you saying? Are you trying to say that the shinobi clans pose a threat? That's ludicrous."
"You will mind your tongue, Mikio." Akira said, glaring hell fire at the young man. "Damiyo-sama is correct in his assessments, and it will be prudent on your part to let damiyo-sama finish."
"I'm only speaking the truth."
"No, you're being a little brat, like always." Akira spat with venom, slamming his fist on the table.
"If you can't grasp the severity of this then I question if you should be within this circle. I fear what'll happen if one of your children even take the throne, it'll be the end of this entire country." Mitsuo said, stone faced.
Mikio snorted. "To say that shinobi clans are a threat is lunacy. With all due respect, they rely on us for payment and the only reason they reside where they are is because of damiyo-sama's generosity, they are at our mercy.
"Is that all you have to say?" Akihiro-the third eldest man in the room said, inclining his chin. "If you were more prudent with your duties than you would know that they are indeed a severe threat, and will be in the future.
"Moving on from the Mikio's interruption. I am not saying they are a threat, now. I am simply saying from my observations that they can become a severe threat in the long run, if we're not able to keep them in check, they will be a problem. As of late certain shinobi clans are starting to seek political influence instead of focusing on wars and raw power."
"What do you mean?" Mikio questioned, unable to stop himself from sneering. "Even with that said, they are not a threat. They can't make a single move without damiyo-sama's consent, their hands are tied.
"You will mind your tone!" Akira snarled.
"Yeah, right..." Mikio crossed his arms over his chest, a clear sign of disrespect. "If you can't handle the truth that isn't my problem. This paranoia of shinobi is almost laughable."
"You will mind your tone." Mitsuo affirmed, sternly.
"I have to agree with Mikio." Eito cleared his throat loudly, catching the eyes of everyone for a few moments. "While it is true that the shinobi are powerful, their hands are tied if they don't have damiyo-sama's blessing. They are at our mercy."
"And you truly believe that?" Mitsuo asked, face wrinkling from rage.
"How far have you both fallen to have such a flippant disregard for the changing times?" Seeing that he wasn't going to get an answer from either of them he continued on with a low growl. "I expected better out of both of you...To be so ignorant to what has been going on before our very eyes, I think it calls into question your place among us."
"Excuse me?" Mikio raised an eyebrow, trying not to sound incredulous. "I'm not ignorant."
Akira sighed next. "Either you are drowned in your nonsensical pride, or you truly are ignorant."
"How are we ignorant?" Eito asked in a snarky manner, earning two glares in return. "We are only speaking the truth. Perhaps it is because you are all old and set in your ways that you can't possibly understand our point of view.
The damiyo snorted lightly-Eito could always be a bit of a brat.
"Seeing as you two are good for nothings and can't keep up to date with going ons in the world I will explain this to you..." Akira sighed, a frustrated sound, he never liked to deal with the young men like this-it had little to with age as it had to do with their mentalities. There have been many young men that were fine and exceptional within this circle past generations, but these two...They were spoiled by their parents, and born into a life of nobility.
"One group of Uchiha has departed from this country and into the Lightning country. In addition to them there is the Hageshii clan and the Shainingu clan that have also made their departure before them and have been in talks with the Yotsuk clani and Lightning damiyo" Akira said, his tone breaking no argument.
"That's impossible! They're allies with the snapped!" Eiko snapped.
"You are allowing your anger to cloud your judgement. If you stayed on top of your duties than you would already know this And, as I have said before the Uchiha are now split up." The damiyo said.
"That can't be. I can't believe this! Any of it!" Mikio's eyes were glinting furiously. "Even if some of you have been in this position for decades you are all senile. The Uchiha wouldn't have split up, ever since Madara and Izuna have took the helm the clan has underwent changes."
"You speak as if you are above us, Mikio-san." Akira said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Remember your place among us, you may have this position, but in experience even Eito has an edge over you."
There was a moment of silence before Mikio decided to break it.
"So, let me get this right...You are all of a like mind that the shinobi clans are going to become a severe threat or already are, just because the Uchiha have split in two and one sect relocated to the Lightning country? Big surprise, they've been doing this for centuries! The Hageshii and Shainingu relocating doesn't harm us at all-their battles have ripped apart the landscape where they used to reside!"
Mikio slammed his fist down on the table, sending a boom echoing across the room, he didn't restrain himself in the least and left a hand sized hole in front of him.
"I wish it were so, but we have proof..." Akira muttered.
"They aren't our enemies!" Eito seethed, struggling to keep his voice even. He was normally uncaring, but he couldn't contain his anger at the sheer lunacy everyone was speaking. "Are we supposed to really give any merit to this paranoia? The shinobi, for centuries have always done our bidding for the right price. We have paid them, it is because of us they've sustained their clans. It is because damiyo-sama that their stupid clans haven't been wiped out before they could even get their compounds situated."
"I'd have no trouble agreeing with you, normally. At least on those points." Mitsuo said, trying to remain calm himself. Eito and Mikio only seen it from the fact the shinobi were only living because of their blessing and nothing more. Because they were providing payment to them in order so they could be sustained for the next mission.
They didn't see the fact that shinobi clans wanted more political influence, they were still under the belief shinobi just cared about killing each other, the mission, and strength.
That would mean they were both wrong, and neither like being wrong.
Mitsuo sighed softly. Both of their reasoning's were nothing short of being skewed at best at this point, both were sounding like a broken record. They're not our enemies, they belong to us, and we own them. It was the same thing nobles before them thought-that the shinobi were nothing more than tools and pests to be used and then disposed of, the only merit they had is what the nobles gave to them.
"We have proof..." Mitsuo finished, eyes tired.
"What is this proof and where is it? Where is the proof that is causing all of this paranoia? I wish to see it. Shinobi clans have always been at our mercy. We have more resources, more land, and more military might. We own the land-the shinobi only dwell in it."
"If the shinobi clans want political influence then so be it. They are still at our mercy, they can't do anything without passing it through damiyo-sama first. Honestly, all of this fear and paranoia isn't warranted at all, the shinobi have always been at our mercy and will be. Whether they want to play politics and go to war, they will always be at our mercy." Eito snapped, seeing Akira and Mitsuo ready to retort.
"That is exactly the problem. Shinobi want political influence within the country at large, not just reined in around to their own clans and the confines of their compound." Mitsuo said grimly, letting out a low sigh.
"They want to usurp the power from damiyo-sama." Kazue-the third and last young man said with boldness, eyes darting to everyone in the room.
"Yes, it seems there is a shrewd one among you young ones after all. That is the problem, they want to usurp power from damiyo-sama." Akira mused, fingers clenching against each other.
"I may be young, but I know well enough If they want to have political influence then let them have it. Grant them that privilege. Regardless of circumstances their influence will remain confined to a small area, just like their clans. It'll be no different."
"I am still waiting for proof!" Mikio grated out between clenched teeth.
"You stupid little brat, be silent!" Akira bellowed.
"That's enough!" The damiyo snapped, adding some volume to his tone so he could silence them. He respected them, and they were right respectively, but he could only tolerate such disputes for a short period of time.
"The proof is this Mikio-kun, and listen carefully! The Uchiha that relocated to the Lightning country have been seen with members of the Hageshii, Shainingu, and Yotsuki. Clans being gathered together in such a way can only mean one thing."
"But, damiyo-sama! We can't give any merit to that Hashirama's idea!" Kazue clenched his teeth.
"Are you telling me they've formed this village that Hashirama spoke about?" Mikio asked sternly, locking eyes with everyone present.
"That is exactly what I am saying. What other explanation can suffice with them all being together? The Shainingu and Hageshii have been bitter enemies of the Uchiha, Domou, and Subatsu. Yet, there are Uchiha with them as we speak. The Lightning damiyo is the most militaristic and belligerent of all the noble, this is something he would do in order to ensure he has an edge."
"Why would he do that? That man has disdain for shinobi..." Eito tried to remain respectful, but could feel himself faltering. The Lightning damiyo was as power hungry as they come, and really provoked conflicts just to flex his military might. There's no way he'd give these shinobi power or influence at all, even if it was to be only in name that'd be far too much.
"He wants to prove that he is superior and is going to any length, no matter how extreme, to prove that point." Akira said stonily. Seeing the younger man nod in reluctance, he eased his shoulders a bit while taking a heavy breath.
"But, he'd never give them such reins!" Eito slammed his fist down on the table. "Tell me! Why would he do such a thing!?"
"He has. Maybe one of those Uchiha used their Sharingan to hypnotize him. Or, maybe it was Hajime being wily again. The point being that it has happened!" Mitso snarled.
"The Uchiha aren't the real problem here. The real problem are the Domou and Subatsu. This village in the Lightning country is still far too weak to be worth any concern, we should focus on the main priority."
"The Domou and Subatsu are not like the Uchiha. They are from a bygone era. More importantly they will never bow down to me. The Domou and Subatsu do not have a damiyo in their land. But, more importantly unlike the Uchiha and even the Senju they have no ambitions for the world at large...They are both reclusive and wish to be left alone. However..."
"If they are showing signs of being threats..."
"You will not do a damn thing, Mikio-if you even think about it your head will be on silver platter." Mitsuo grated out.
Ultimately both clans just wanted to be left alone...When someone provoked a conflict though, the Domou and Subatsu wouldn't hold back-he witnessed that first hand. Excluding missions which were necessary, neither of the clans sought out conflict with anyone. Only those who came onto their territory, threatened it, and did the stupid thing of damaging it would suffer the full extent of their wrath, which was immense.
"Provoking either of them isn't in our best interest, and this village in the Lightning country warrants a lot of my concern." The damiyo said firmly.
"If you dare to send any of our men on this fruitless journey you will wish you've never been able to breathe. They'll be surrounded the second they step foot in that territory...The Domou's and Subatsu's domain is far from us as well, trying to put forth any effort in this regard if senseless." Akira bit out, eyes narrowed to gleaming slits.
"We aren't taking care of the problem!" Eito snapped.
"I agree with Eito. What was the sense in even calling this meeting in the first place if we weren't going to implement a solution?" Mikio spoke up.
"It'd look bad on our part if we send out our soldiers into the Lightning country in order to quell this village threat. The Lightning damiyo would take it as a sign of war and we'd be battling not even two seconds later. That man is militant to the core and belligerent-he'd just jump on the chance to deal a severe blow to us, his military is almost second to none." Kazue mused.
"Sending spies will also be detrimental..." Akira muttered.
Watching the men seated before him, the damiyo could only thing of a few things to do in order to resolve this situation and bring an end to this meeting. If there wasn't a solution merited after all of this, well he wasn't going to tolerate such a thing.
The first was war, obviously, but he never had that on his agenda. He tried to talk things out rather than use force, he wasn't afraid to use force, but he wasn't an obstinate man. War never resolved, or solved anything at all-the only thing it caused was misery, hate, angst, and sorrow. Lives were taken, and it was always an innocent caught in the crossfire, or a child, or an animal...Even trees and grass were blown away and reduced to nothing but grim ash. Soaked with the blood of the dead.
The second would be sending out spies, or just people in general in order to keep an eye on what is going on in the Lightning country. The third, and least accepted would be to wait things out and see how things progress. If the Subatsu, Mo, Domou, and the sect of Uchiha with the Domou showed signs of being a threat he'd deal with it, and if this village in the Lightning country showed any signs of being a threat he'd deal with it.
There was no real third option...The Domou and Subatsu are a different breed-from a bygone era. Titles and stature mean nothing to them. The fact he is a damiyo means nothing to them. Any single one of them would kill him without blinking. They had no respect for him or the nobles as a whole. Provoking them was nothing short of foolish, beyond foolish, in fact.
"If there is this much fear, why don't you just take Hashirama up on his offer?" Kyo said. He was a middle aged man with sharp blue eyes.
Mitsuo all but growled. "That is lunacy!"
"I agree!" Akira cut his hand through the air from emphasis.
"As do I. If they are given such influence there is no telling what problems will be caused down the line. We and Damiyo-sama will have to fund this unpalatable...Thing in the first place, and given shinobi continue to war with each other I don't believe it's good to let them have such political reins within our country, they will want equal power as Damiyo-sama. It'll just be us funding them and their penchant for war, these villages would go to war, and there'd be nothing of merit in the long run." Kazue said sternly, eyes set in a flinty glare.
"We could just use them." Kyo said.
"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea...Kazue has made an excellent point. The shinobi and their penchant for war, even without our contacting of them they continue to fight among themselves. Killing and plundering, sending children to war, killing children, killing those of no shinobi affiliation...It'll be a mistake to fund such a project, we're not going to get anything out of this" Mikio muttered, eyes darting around, and he took note of how everyone was tense.
Even those that had yet to speak were tense.
"The only reason that slime of a damiyo went along with them is because he's so wrapped up in himself. Tobirama Senju embarrassed and disrespected him within his own domain, and Haji Subatsu took his wife to be-Hitomi Kazama. He will go to any length in order to satiate his need for revenge." Akira waited for his superior to speak-the only thing that mattered is what his lord had to say about it.
After several silent moments, the Fire damiyo broke the silence.
"I am wary myself, but it wouldn't be bad to consider it as a possibility, no matter how unlikely. I have no idea if it'll catch on, but if it does, and the Earth damiyo decides to do the exact same thing we are going to have trouble. The Wind can't do anything of the sort, as they are still recovering from the wars. The Sand couldn't care less. We'll just have to wait and see how this plays out."
"Yes, damiyo-sama." Everyone, even those who hadn't uttered a word, said this almost in unison.
"This meeting is over." The damiyo said decisively, watching as everyone exited the room. Alone he let out a string of curses. I've never been pushed into a corner like this before, but shinobi getting their way-even if they are Senju is something I will not allow in my lifetime...