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Thinking (+ flashbacks, "Mito speaking to Kurama in her mindscape," etc.)
Emphasis
Bijuu, etc. speaking
Bijuu, etc. thinking
Kakashi felt fingertips grazing his exposed hip as he came to and instantly moved to pull out a kunai that wasn't nearby.
"Relax, Captain. You're at Senju Memorial."
"My mask," he croaked, furious as he always was when these damn medics ALWAYS removed it.
"It was off when I got here, but you might notice that you are wearing a surgical mask," Mito said. Baka. She knew that Kakashi preferred a mask for whatever reason. Supposedly, he was a terrible patient.
At least Kakashi was someone she knew, though. He had guarded her mother while she was pregnant with Naruto-chan, meaning that they had basically lived together for several otherwise-wonderful weeks.
"Don't touch me like that," Kakashi snapped, worried that his body might become aroused from the way she was touching him. –Right. There!
"Then don't get stabbed or slashed! I'm just checking your incision."
Kakashi blinked several times as he better came out of the drugged haze he was in. Thankfully the woman had covered him back up. He bristled as she tucked him in like a child, pulling his arms out of the covers. "Mito? Um-Hime?" he asked, finally realizing who the med-nin was, wanting to be polite, then flinched at the look he got for it. He had just been so surprised that the horrible Tsunade or one of those damn banshees wasn't working on him.
"I know it's been a long time, Hatake, but you know how I feel about that honorific. Tsunade was born a princess; I was NOT. …If you really must use one, '-chan' is fine, alright? Or here at the hospital, 'sensei' is fine. Want some ice chips?"
"Water."
"No," Mito drawled with irritation but then again, Hatake Kakashi hadn't been exactly personable when they were kids. She hadn't had any manners back then, though, either. Maybe being a Miko had helped her with that? Meh, she didn't care. She cranked the head of her patient's bed up more and offered to feed him ice chips. He sloppily grabbed the cup away from her, glaring.
"You're a brat," Mito then knew, turning around to give him a little more privacy. "I saw your face, ya know. It's not a bad face!"
Kakashi irritably continued crunching on his ice without replying. "Welcome back?" he finally asked. He really wanted to ask about Obito but was exhausted and sore. –And almost afraid to know.
"Yeah," Mito replied, deciding that Kakashi needed a plant or something since he'd be here for a week, minimum, although he'd be transferred out of ICU in a day or so. Maybe he'd like a fruit basket. She hoped that they could be friends one day. Kakashi hadn't seemed to like her at all when they were kids, though, but Mito knew so few people in Konoha. It's why she decided to hang out in the chair near his bed for a bit after her father left when the retrieved ANBU teams were out of danger. She and her clones had taken charge since Tsunade and Shizune had taken off on a much-anticipated, pre-planned, three-day gambling vacation.
WELL. Mito was 90% sure that Tsunade was eagerly anticipating that vacation - and that Shizune had probably been dreading chasing Tsunade around.
"I was at T&I for a week or so, getting cleared, I guess. –Came straight here after that when your team was brought in."
Mito had enjoyed scaring the living daylights out of the staff here. I can be such an awful human being.
"So," Mito finally found the courage to ask since Kakashi was so quiet, "Orochimaru, huh? …Can I turn around?" He wasn't crunching on his ice anymore. She received a grunt as a reply.
Kakashi just nodded at her when she turned toward him. Mito was oddly, ferally beautiful now, he noticed - interestingly enough - and knew he wouldn't be the only one who thought so. His sensei was going to have his hands full, considering the Hokage still often thought of his estranged/on-mission daughter as the kid she used to be. "Have you been briefed on Orochimaru's actions?"
Mito bobbed her head. She couldn't believe her uncle figure and his students? –Is that still a good word for them? …That they had attacked these Konoha shinobis in considerable numbers, thus proving that SOMETHING was beyond amiss. Mito knew that she could occasionally be a little blind to the faults of those she was loyal to and loved. And although she knew that her uncle had been misguided and a little off in recent years, she really hadn't expected this. "Orochi-oji's not simply out on a mission that he's hiding, huh?" she asked softly.
Kakashi raised an accusatory eyebrow at her, wondering if she was an idiot. The rogue Sannin had nearly cut his balls off with a giant sword that came out of his MOUTH when he evaded an attack from that other rogue! Kakashi had thought the rogue had stripped him of his family jewels for a horrible moment before he passed out from blood loss thanks to that and his other wounds as the Sannin and his entourage retreated. "My headband."
"Oh," Mito replied and glanced around the room. She saw his modified hitai-ate and put it on for him, adjusting it and ignoring the way he huffed and even growled about her actions. "Here you are, your highness." He could've at least said "please" or "thank you." She also didn't appreciate the way he thrust his empty ice cup at her, so she gave him "the look."
He glared right back at her.
"I looked at your Sharingan, ya know," Mito continued after a little too much silence, ignoring the way Kurama growled in her head AGAIN. She didn't realize that Kakashi had growled at her, too, since the fox was so loud. The shitty fox had been begging her to "rip it out of his silver head," when she first began working on him - but at least he didn't manipulate her chains or chakra, just like he promised. She'd had no problem operating on Kakashi, thankfully. "I need to do some more research but I think I might be able to help you with the chakra drain you experience from it."
"It's impossible," Kakashi groused petulantly. "And I don't want anyone touching it." It's the last piece I have of a kind Obito, and real proof of Rin's medical prowess: the last 'living' piece of my teammates.
Kakashi often wondered if he had caused Obito's fall. He had ALWAYS been an asshole to him; HE was the one to take his newly-acquired Sharingan; HE was the team leader who left Obito under the rocks when he'd still been alive… He was also the one who had taken Rin away from him, never to be returned to this plane of existence.
Mito crossed her arms over her chest and propped her foot up on the chair behind her, leaning on her other hip. "Even if it would help you?" She rushed on, feeling like she could imagine what he was thinking. She had cared for Rin, too, after all. "Rin-chan had to perform that delicate surgery in a war-zone," she began to explain, stating the obvious.
"Leave me alone."
Kakashi meant it but regretted the way his words seemed to impact the kunoichi. She had looked surprised and even paled a little but then gave him a sheepish grin and quickly turned around. He also noticed that she hesitated before she left his little area of the open ICU ward. Kakashi almost called out to her but realized there was no reason to. He had nothing more to say and they weren't friends.
Mito, on the other hand, hadn't meant to piss him off. She was going to wave or give him the finger as she left but swallowed hard, forgetting about it as she wanted to find a safe place to hang out in this hospital full of strangers. Her other patients were sleeping or unconscious but she supposed that she might as well check on them again.
She was being shadowed by a certain ANBU and probably would be for a while. Maybe she could prank or fuck with him? That definitely wasn't appropriate in the ICU, though. After checking vitals on everyone and resigned to her fate, Mito sat on the raised desk that was in the center of the ICU and pulled out her new, yet-to-be-released book.
Kakashi gasped when he saw his sensei's daughter reading the latest Icha-Icha: YAOI. The real thing!
Oh, crrr-rap: he'd fucked up by being a bastard, hadn't he?
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"Reaper?" Aoba slurred with a sharp intake of breath when he saw the strangely colored hair he remembered reading about in the Bingo Books. There was something else important about her, too, but he couldn't remember… "Uh…"
"'MITO,' no honorific, is fine, Yamashiro-san. Or you may call me 'Mito-sensei' ONLY here at the hospital if you must. You're at Senju Memorial, by the way; safe and sound… Although you took a pretty nasty blow to the head. I'm gonna have a little look in your eyes, okay?" she asked, bringing up a penlight to check his pupils whether he agreed or not. "I think you got hit by a nasty genjutsu, too." And you got poisoned and stuff but so did everyone else here. No need to go into that...
He was the second member of the ANBU teams to wake. Mito could only hope that he wasn't as much of an asshole as Kakashi was. –That dickhead had been staring at her ever since he told her to get lost.
No plant or fruit basket for you!
Every time she'd looked up (and glared at him) over her book, he would smile at her. –She sure as hell didn't trust that smile. Must be the pain medicine he's on…
"Kay," Aoba had drawled as he tried to force himself to ignore that damn bright light. He usually wore sunglasses, sometimes even at night, so this really sucked. "Where… who are you?"
Mito quietly chuckled at his question: this guy was totally concussed. "My name's Namikaze Mito."
"Hokage-sama," he replied goofily as he struggled to move to the floor so that he could properly report to his Kage. Soft hands held down his bare shoulders. "Hokage-sama?" Had he been having sex with the Hokage? Well, it's not like he hadn't thought about it…
"You have a head injury, Yamashiro-san. I am NOT Hokage-sama. Would you like some ice chips?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Awww," Mito drawled. He was adorable. She fed him his ice chips, enjoying having someone to dote on that was spacey right now.
"So good," he complimented before falling asleep.
"Poor guy." Mito made sure he was comfortable and checked his chakra levels and vitals, adding everything to his chart. She looked up and glared at her one awake patient. "Stop looking at me, Hatake."
"Maa, I don't have anything else to do!"
Oh, poor you, Mito thought sarcastically. Seeing that he was just going to stare at her like a lanky damn cosplay-version of Polyphemus, she figured he might like something to read. Thankfully he could still use his arms. "Do you want a book?"
"Please! Oh, Mito-hi… Chan! -Sensei… Please!"
Alright; that's definitely weird. Mito was positive that Hatake didn't have weapons - not even hidden in his body - and figured that she could subdue him if he attacked her when taking into account his condition. Taking long strides, she walked toward him with determination and shined her penlight into his eye. "Stop moving around," she barked. She'd evaluated Kakashi earlier but maybe he'd hit his head, too?
She couldn't believe the asshole had just slapped her away from him. Three slim adamantine chains wrapped him up in the bed easily enough, however. "I SAID Stop. Moving. You're going to screw up the work I've done to sew your ass back together. …Meaning your groin and thigh! And your ass: honestly. What were you wearing on your mission? A target pattern?"
"I just wanted to have a look at the, maa... the book!"
"Hai," Mito relented after finding nothing wrong with his natural eye - and observing the pupil in his Sharingan, too. That thing had to be awful for a non-Uchiha to deal with and Mito wondered if the Sharingan was worth Kakashi being able to pull off his signature move. She dug around for a seal and looked through this small part of her library, not giving a crap about what he preferred before setting down a romance novel and an interesting book on the historical clans of Lightning Country. She wanted to smack him when he began whining, even as she ran over to check on another shinobi who had woken up in a real fit.
"Tenzo-san! It's alright; you're at Senju Memorial," she repeated. The guy passed out again. Mito sighed heavily and tried to figure out what happened.
It was going to be a long night.
Mito would have to later thank the fox for his weird powers that allowed her to hear things she shouldn't have been able to.
"...he and another shinobi were wearing black cloaks with red clouds on them; outlined in white," Kakashi was reporting to her father. "Orochimaru knew Aoba's abilities and went straight at him and Tenzo. The other guy... I didn't recognize Orochimaru's evident partner but he was strong. The intelligence was wrong: those were not kids with them! Not properly trained kids, anyway, sensei. They were used as little more than cannon fodder while the others..."
Mito would've gasped if she weren't so well trained. Sadly, though, Kurama's chakra spiked ever so slightly as he - naturally - was listening, too: alerting her father and the Jerk Jonin. Her father turned toward her and offered her a grim smile before drawing the curtain around Kakashi's bed. "Dammit." In the moments that followed, she was positive that he'd put down a silencing seal, too. When her father later reopened the curtain, he left without saying anything else.
"You shouldn't listen to conversations you're not a part of," the silver-haired patient scolded moments later.
"And you'd be better served not acting like a dick. …And BTW: I'm a ninja, so I'll listen to whatever I like."
Ouch, Kakashi thought, not used to being called out like that. Mito began checking on his kohai across from him again and she looked worried. "How is Tenzo?"
"He'll be alright," she was sure. "A seal was placed on him that disrupted his chakra network. Now that it's off, he's… adjusting." It was a shitty seal, sloppily placed and worst of all, hidden - having been absorbed into the shinobi's skin. Mito was surprised he hadn't had seizures either before or after she found and took it off. She couldn't help but think that he might be kinda cute as she checked his pulse and respiration and was very surprised when big black eyes blinked up at her. "Tenzo-san, you're at Senju Memorial. I mentioned that earlier but can guess that you were too out of it to remember."
"Senpai?" he asked weakly.
"Maa, Tenzo," Kakashi called back in a stronger voice. "Don't scare your senpai like that."
"Orochimaru?"
"Not here," Kakashi said with fake cheer. "Get some rest, kohai."
Tenzo relaxed and enjoyed the soft chakra that was entering his system.
Anko said she had a friend named Tenzo, Mito remembered. She was going to ask this big lug if he was that Tenzo but he was out again. No, that can't be right; I think Anko said he was the one who died… Mito had never met anyone named Tenzo, so it made sense that she'd confuse the two for a sec, she assured herself. She wanted to be a good friend to Anko, especially after earlier.
And always!
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After an 18+ hour shift, (and being up all day before that at T&I,) Mito was definitely tired when her father came to pick her up. This was IT, though. She was finally going to meet her brother. She made a couple of clones to keep an eye on her patients and placed the seals on her doppelgangers that she'd discovered in Uzushio that would supposedly stop them from dispelling until they either dispelled themselves, were hit with a deadly blow, or she dispelled them. –The latter part was the fail-safe "in case your clones get weird," the Uzushio scroll had said.
It was a "weird" seal and said to be controversial, but it sure as heck was handy. And her clones agreed to wear it.
"That's interesting," her father said as he observed her seal work.
"I suddenly feel oddly subservient," one clone said, making the original Mito snort. "No, that's not the word," the clone said, tapping her chin. "Submissive!"
"Dispel at once," Mito ordered, finding that idea horrendous. She would've done it herself but she was just finishing up the other clone's seal.
"That's not the word," the other clone argued, once the seal was on her, ignoring her original whose face was turning tomato-red. Because she was very much Mito, she knew that her original didn't like her clones to discuss things when she was there or in front of people that she deemed important. She snapped her fingers, finding the word that was right for how she suddenly felt once the seal was on: "'deferential' might be more accurate."
Mito hummed, still put out with the two of them. "Don't let these assholes get away with anything they shouldn't," the original Mito ordered, sparing a glare at her father's shaggy-haired student who was quietly reading her book, Sea of Love; it was the first of a six-volume series about the exploits of the hard rogues of the sea and the daring, bold women who loved them. "You two can be deferential or subservient to me but not to anyone else!"
"Fair enough," the clones chirped. Mito rolled her eyes and pulled on her father's cloak then apologized for doing so. Apparently very old habits die hard. "Can we go?"
"If you're ready," Minato replied, already walking out with his firstborn. As soon as they were beyond the ward's doors, he picked her up into a suffocating hug and swung her around in a circle. "I can't believe you're really here! This is so great!"
"I thought you might be mad at me," Mito admitted quietly.
"Never! Let's go get some ramen!"
"Oh my God," Mito moaned as she bent over at the waist. Raising her arms back into the air as if she'd just scored a touchdown, she shouted, "YES!
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"Naruto's at school right now," Minato said as Mito plowed through her 18th extra-large bowl. His daughter had challenged the Ichirakus with making a ramen dish that she didn't like, and so far they hadn't managed to find one. Teuchi didn't mind losing, though. He seemed like he was alive and yet his spirit was in the Pure Lands (either that or he was at least seeing stars and dollar signs;) the man's daughter was simply trying to keep up with Mito's intake - and as for him? He was glad the Hokage position paid so much.
But Mito could buy her own ramen since she was a Jonin sometimes. Maybe. But not today!
Mito finally patted her happy belly. "We should go see him. Let's spy on Naruto-chan!"
"Let's," Minato agreed. They paid and both snuck off after using Jiraiya's camouflaging jutsu, eventually jumping into the tree that overlooked Naruto's classroom but wasn't too close. The Hokage had a temporary seal ready to take Mito down in case her chains acted up and needed to speak to her in private anyway.
"Oh my gosh; he's gotten even bigger." What's with All. That. Orange?!
"Well, I hope so," Minato chuckled. "It has been two years since you've seen him."
Mito shrugged uncomfortably but corrected him. "A year and a half."
"21 months and two weeks," Minato countered irritably. He planned to, THIS TIME, keep her tied down to the village and knew exactly how to do it. He knew that simply working at the hospital would drive his active daughter crazy, unfortunately. "How do you feel?"
"It's so nice to see him," Mito sighed happily. Naruto was in the back row of his classroom, a boy that looked like an Uchiha beside him on one side, and an Akimichi on the other. And then Sora! …Sora-kun was the only one of the boys who looked like he was paying any attention, which made Mito laugh. The other boys looked like they would fall asleep at any second (like the Nara - if the dark ponytail was any indication - was.) It was understandable, sadly. Their instructor might be super-cute but his voice was super-mellow and monotonous.
The large group of clan heirs seemed to be sitting in a group but there were a lot of others Mito didn't recognize, too. "He's in a big class."
Naruto finally seemed to wake up, glancing longingly at… "Oh my gosh. Does Naruto-chan have a GIRLFRIEND?!"
Was that possible?! Oh, God! Mito was ten years older than her little brother and she'd never had anything close to a boyfriend or girlfriend! How was she going to advise him in matters of love? Oh, GOD!
And how had this… chibi-harlot ensnared her poor, sweet innocent little brother's mind?!
Minato quickly put down a silencing seal. "When I asked how you felt, I meant… Well, is the fox riled up yet - by being close to Naruto?"
Mito blinked and had to think about that and check, but Kurama was just laying in his cage, all curled up and asleep! "No. It's all good so far. But what about THIS PINK CHICK?"
Maybe it's proximity, Minato thought, wanting to avoid what had happened to Sora-kun happening to his son. Mito would never forgive herself if one of her chains attacked Naruto. –He'd never forgive himself, either, so he had planned for their meeting, thinking that it would've and SHOULD have taken place nearly two years ago. "Oh. You mean Sakura-chan."
"Pinky's name is Sakura?" Mito interrupted. "You've gotta be shitting me."
"Language, Mito-chan," Minato lightly scolded automatically with a laugh just as he did so often with Naruto. "It's fitting, though. I mean, if you had a daughter with pink hair, don't you think Sakura would be a lovely name?"
"I think it would be satirical," Mito said dryly. "And I'll never have a child."
Minato frowned at where his daughter was sitting. He might not be able to see her expression, but she sounded… almost bitter. "Mito," he began to ask gently, "don't you want to have children one day?"
"Do you want to be a kunoichi when you grow up one day?" Minato asked his prodigious 2-year-old.
"Huh-uh! I wanna be a Mommy!"
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"Do you still want to be a Mommy when you grow up?" he asked his nearly four-year-old daughter. -The little girl he hadn't seen in more than a year.
"Maybe? But I want to be a music-playing girl, too!"
Mito had forgotten all about that after her kidnapping.
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Mito couldn't help but look toward where her father was hidden in disbelief. "It's not in the cards for me, is it? - And that's fine," she added with what was supposed to be a grin even though no one could see her.
Minato decided to drop it for now. He was curious but it wasn't like he wanted Mito to start a family for many years to come. Just the thought of it was… odd, really. She was going to be 22 very soon, though, wasn't she?
Kami. Mito, our baby, had already been a Genin by the time Minato was her age. Or she was close to being given a headband... He thought about what he was doing at her age and blanched.
No, no, no, no, no. Mito needed to be protected and shielded from those things (the opposite sex) now that Minato was able to - and had the power - to do so. "Classes are about to be let out. Care to accompany me inside?"
Mito chirped that she would, and they both released the jutsu after dropping to the ground.
But they didn't go to Naruto's classroom together…
The first level of the Academy's basement had been covered with seals. It made Mito feel sick that her father thought she was so dangerous. Yet here she stood, waiting to finally meet her little brother. "I wonder what Naruto-chan will think of me being in a room like this," she mumbled to herself. She'd bet anything that although her father had put down these seals, others were aware of his efforts. They had to be.
"It doesn't matter what other people think," she said firmly to herself. Moments later, she felt the Kyuubi begin to stir in her mind. "Shit."
"Don't you forget your promise, Kurama," she said, hotly: her hair rising in nine directions within her mindscape.
"He's here," is all Kurama said. He didn't even otherwise move. The door in front of her had opened and Mito's breath caught. Naruto might look like her father from a distance, but up close like this? He really did look SO much like their mother. "Hello, Naruto-ch-kun! I'm um, Mito," she explained rather stupidly. Or was it? Naruto had stilled and was just staring at her. Her smile grew and grew more watery. "It's so nice to meet you, otouto: finally."
She quickly blinked away tears.
"You… piss me off," he muttered, earning her little brother a bonk on the head and a series of rapid-fire questions from her father. From what he was whispering, supposedly Naruto had been very eager to meet her.
"I'm s- sorry," Mito breathed in confusion. Naruto bent over at the waist and Mito rushed to him. Her father flashed between them, though. Just as she was about to toss his cloaked Hokage-ass out of the way - because Naruto seemed sick and that was HER purview, her little brother looked up with red-slitted eyes and darkened whiskers, growling. Mito gasped and her father slapped a seal on his forehead. "Wha -what did I… What HAPPENED?"
"I don't think," Minato began but then shifted course. "How do you feel?"
"How do I feel?! I feel fucking terrible! What the hell was that?!"
"Mindless, hate-filled chakra resonating with my own," Kurama chuckled. "You've got a problem, brat."
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Mito had told her father that she would meet him later at Ichirakus after he got Naruto settled down and… whatever else he'd said. The thought of ramen, though, made her feel nauseous. The thought of ANYTHING made her feel nauseous. She found herself at an almost empty bar and settled down into a back corner where she could easily observe the shadows, angles, and street outside although it kept her fairly well-hidden.
"Afternoon! Whatcha drinking today, kunoichi-san?" an older man in a long apron asked jovially.
Chunin-level reserves.
Probable war or mission-related injury considering the way he's favoring his entire left side.
Not in pain presently but psychologically uncomfortable with it.
Judging from pictures on the wall, he probably retired as a Jonin.
Most likely owns this establishment.
Mito snapped out of her daze. "Oh, umm. I'd maybe like something that's strong? And you know… that doesn't taste bad?"
The man looked back at the bottles lining his shelves and scratched his chin and neck as he thought about that. Maybe he could offer some different things? After all, he liked to experiment and name drinks and shots, and most shinobis were so damn paranoid and afraid of trying something new.
Three hours later, Genma found the Leaf Princess sitting in that exact spot.
"Yo, Mito-chan," he said, rolling his senbon between his lips. Mito-hime's cheeks looked awfully pink to him. And she had dark circles under her red-rimmed eyes. "Your father's been wondering where you are."
"Wwwreally," Mito drawled and tried to sit up more when she realized that she might sound a little tipsy. Her tongue felt fat. "You realishze the Hokage Towershz RIGHT THERE," she said gesturing clumsily in front of her. The Tower was right there and she'd watched her father walk back and forth in front of it exactly ONCE. "Howsz… Narshuto?"
"Naruto?" Genma asked before shooting a glare at the barkeep. Honestly, old man… Allowing the Hokage's daughter to come in here, alone, to get smashed. "He's fine. Where's your guard, princess?" Mito's entire face turned as red as the red in her hair.
"You-sz a princessh," she accused, pointing rudely at him.
Sort of. She pointed more over his shoulder after calling him a princess: that was a new one. He looked in that direction to see if her guard was there and was sure that Mito must be seeing double. Either that or the ANBU watching her had one hell of a subtle, layered genjutsu over him. -One that he wasn't going to disrupt. "I suppose I'll be the one to escort you to the Sarutobi manor then."
Mito let out a sad little whimper.
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Asuma realized that someone had entered his flat before he even approached the door. Silently entering and hearing sobs of "I ruin everything!" he sighed, relaxing with a smile despite his imouto's words as he sauntered into his spare bedroom after closing the front door. He expected to find his sister since he'd heard her voice (and had heard around that she was finally back) but he did not expect to find her in Shinui Genma's lap, hanging all over him.
"It's not what you think, man, I swear," Genma nearly yelled, fast. Geez - was he glad that Asuma was a thoughtful, rational man. "I couldn't leave her alone and when I realized you didn't live at the Sarutobi Compound…"
"Bullshit, Genma. We've played cards here before!"
"I forgot! It's easy to lose… one's mind with this going on, I'll have you know." His eyes popped out of his head and he nearly spit his senbon when he thought she'd kissed or licked his neck. Turns out it was just her eye-juice.
Tears? Were they tears when they were still in your eye? "Asuma's here, Mito," he eased. It's not like it was the first time he'd had a drunken comrade falling all over him - even a hot one that he knew was off-limits. He'd just never been so close to one that had such a terribly powerful, frightening reason for him to be afraid of being near her.
Minato's my boss, hime! Please don't get me killed.
And who knew Asuma's flash of KI could be so awful? Fortunately, it roused Mito, who leaned ALL the way backward, away from his chest.
"Asz-you-ma," Mito slurred, then broke out in a fit of giggles and sat back up, but someone was there. She looked back at Genma, trying to focus on him. "Hey! I think I bumped into yous. Sorry."
Asuma was not impressed. "I don't think Mito's ever had alcohol before."
"Zxmy new bestz friend!"
"Genma is?" Asuma asked with a HINT of amusement since they both had all of their clothes and even flack vests on (and sandals/boots: damn you both.) Plus, there was a "security blanket" hiding here, if you will…
"Nooooo. Alco-holz my new bezt friend, ya know." She looked back at Genma and wondered where his metal cigarette went. Just like Asuma, this shinobi had paid no attention at all to her warnings about nicotine and tobacco. "Oh! Exzcusze me!" Where had this guy come from? Oh wait: he was that guy!
"Sit down," the Sarutobi groused when he wrestled with and untangled Mito - well, it was more like she kept unsuccessfully using Genma as a way to sit or stand up - from his very frightened friend. She laid down in the bed when free instead and spun around and around in the covers until she was all tied up. Then she pouted at him, looking like a total brat. Her hair, as usual, was EVERYWHERE. Above her, it looked like a red and yellow tornado. Genma snorted and looked away but Asuma noticed how his cheeks had VERY uncharacteristically dusted pink.
He put his fists on his hips, giving Mito a dirty look. "Look what you've done now, you idiot."
Mito didn't see, though, because she had passed out.
"You can come out now, Hideki," Asuma said to the room at large. Genma jumped when he saw the Monkey ANBU appear next to Asuma, his younger brother. "Did he try anything with her?"
"No," Hideki said, although he gave Genma a very hard look. "This pussy's probably either scared of her or sensed me. The person you should and need to be afraid of is me, Shirunai!"
Genma clicked his tongue. He was a nice guy, as a matter of fact - and would never do anything untoward without proper consent. Plus, he was scared of her father, not Sarutobi Hideki!
Okay, maybe he was a little afraid of the woman that had for years been called "The Reaper," too, (and Hideki, if he was being honest with himself.) But either way, Monkey's words were completely unfair and unnecessary.
Hideki was moving forward, talking to Asuma, though. "...As he should be. They've only been here a few minutes." He pulled out a tiny camera. "God some blackmail, though!"
"Oh shit!"
"Yes!" Asuma cheered. "Welcome home, Mi-chan! Bwahahaha!"