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naruto-oc-critiques · 8 years ago

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NAME : Tsuneo (it means ‘eternal hero’ but I chose it because it sounded good) Izumi (‘spring of water’)

C: I’ve only ever seen Izumi used as a first name, but Mod Syn has said that it’s fine as a surname too. It may be worth considering any possible confusion between Tsuneo and Izumi Uchiha, though as she’s a minor character it’s not that important.

GENDER : Male

AGE : 24 at the beginning of Shippūden

TIME SET IN : From Third Shinobi War (birth) to Shippūden mainly

BIRTHPLACE : Konohagakure

LIVES IN : Konohagakure

APPEARANCE : • Tsuneo is 1m70 and weighs 70kg. He has black hair that reach his shoulders when they aren’t tied in a tight bun and his eyes are brown. He got tattooed three black dots under his right eye when he was 19.

C: Thank you for the pictures you sent in. Is there some kind of significance behind this tattoo? It seems a rather unusual thing to choose. A more detailed description of Tsuneo’s appearance would also be useful, including things such as build, skin tone and posture.

• When he was a genin, he used to wear a sleeveless dark green hoodie with a Konoha symbol stitched on the front. He also wore a black undershirt, long gray pants and classic shinobi shoes, with the same bandage wrapping around his left thigh (for the shuriken holster) and ankles. He had a pouch filled with stuff (ninja wire, kunai, etc.) on his waist. He wore his hitai-ate around his head, like most other young ninjas. He had really short hair at that time.

C: This sounds practical. I’m curious as to why he chose to have the Konoha symbol on his hoodie though, as I can’t think of any characters in canon who have the Konoha symbol on anything other than their hitai-ate.

• When he’s an adult, he wears the standard Konoha uniform (flak jacket, long-sleeved black shirt and dark blue pants, along with bandage wrapping around his left thigh for his shuriken holster) with dark gray shinobi boots and bandages around his wrists. He has two pouches filled with various stuff (kunai, explosive tags, etc.), one on each side of his waist. He wears his hitai-ate around the neck.

C: This outfit is fine too, though wouldn’t really make him identifiable through his clothing alone, which is fine if you are aiming for him to fit in with the general ninja population rather than stand out. Is there any particular reason behind him changing where he wears his hitai-ate?

FAMILY : Satoru Izumi (father, chunin) Machiko Izumi (mother, special jounin) Unnamed twin sister (still born)

C: Details about his family and his relationship with them would be useful. I know you’ve mentioned a bit about his father later down, but I don’t have any kind of feel for what kind of people his parents are, or if he gets on with his mother. As far as I am aware, still born children still usually have a name, so I would advise giving his twin one. I can imagine his stillborn sister having in impact on both him and his parents too, which would be good to go into some detail over.

OCCUPATION : Konoha Cryptanalysis Team, Code Breaking Team

C: It’s nice to see an OC in the cryptanalysis team. I don’t think that I’ve seen one before.

RANK : tokubetsu-jounin with jounin-level genjutsu

C: Thank you for including Tsuneo’s speciality! I’m curious as to why his speciality is genjutsu and not intelligence (or code breaking) if he’s in the cryptanalysis team.

TEAM : Everyone became chunin, died or have a higher rank by Part I. • Manabu Hoshiki (jounin-sensei, alive, OC) • Muta Aburame (tokubetsu-jounin, alive, Canon) • Kokage Yanagikage (chunin, alive, Canon) • Ishiko Uchiha (chunin, dead, OC)

C: A sentence or two about Manabu and Ishiko would be nice, and perhaps some detail about how they worked together as a team and if they had a speciality.

FRIENDS : Sakura Haruno, Muta Aburame, Kokage Yanagikage, Ishiko Uchiha, Shiho (Cryptanalysis Team)

C: Some details on their friendships and when they became friends too would be good.

PERSONALITY :

C: I’ve broken up this section a little more to make it easier for me to comment, hope you don’t mind.

• He’s rather happy when he’s hanging out with his friends though he won’t go out of his way to make new ones.

C: Is there any particular reason why he isn’t interested in making new friends?

• He speaks bluntly, sometimes to the point of being rude.

C: Does Tsuneo act this way around everyone? If so, is he aware that he can be rude?

• He’s always doing something and easily becomes restless. He’s a bit of a perfectionist.

C: Does he spend a long amount of time perfecting various things then? Or will he turn to more or less any task when he’s restless?

• Therefore, he’s rather annoyed by the “sloppy” genjutsus of his comrades and he criticizes them more or less harshly because there aren’t “enough” details.

C: I imagine that this would irritate a number of people. Does this cause problems in his relationships?

• He likes all kinds of puzzles though board games are ‘meh’.

C: Is there a particular reason why he doesn’t like board games? It’d be nice to know the types of puzzle he is particularly fond of too.

• He also enjoys physical contact, be it hugs or sex (though he prefers one-night stands to dating).

C: Is this preference for casual relationships linked in any way to him not being interested in making new friends (ie he doesn’t want to form meaningful bonds with any new people)?

• He loves dumplings.

C: Would he share dumplings with a friend? Mods are friends right?

• He dislikes being alone for too long and people bothering him when he’s working on codes.

C: Will he seek people out after a period of being alone then? What if his friends are unavailable?

• He doesn’t like artificial smells like perfume or disinfectant. • He also hates his father because his ideas of shinobis are outdated (only men are worthy of being ninjas, respect and rules above all, etc.)

C: Does this cause friction between him and his father? Is it something his father is aware of too, or something Tsuneo keeps bottled up? Does his hatred of his father impact any of his other relationships too? I imagine that it could cause problems with his mother too if he is frequently arguing with his father, for example. I’d be good to go into more detail on Tsuneo’s own beliefs about shinobi too to see exactly how his and his fathers differ.

• He’s very uncomfortable in crowds since the Kyuubi Attack since he almost got trampled when he was on his way to the bunkers. It lead to him having troubles breathing when there are too many people.

C: This makes a lot of sense if he was almost trampled. How does this impact his day to day life? Have there been any times his discomfort in crowds has caused problems?

HISTORY :

• He was born in Konoha from a shinobi family. • The Kyuubi Attack happened when he was 9 and he was very shocked. His determination to become a good shinobi increased.

C: I’d like to hear a bit more detail on what happened to Tsuneo here, and exactly why it made him so determined to become a good shinobi, as well as what he considers a good shinobi to be.

• Placed in Team 5 with Muta Aburame and Ishiko Uchiha, he soon became friend with them and had a particularly strong bond with Ishiko. Muta was the first being promoted to chunin in the team. Kokage Yanagikage took Muta’s place and all passed on their second try at 14.

C: What age did he graduate at, and what kind of grades did he get in the academy? It’d be nice to know a little about his family and friends while he was in the academy too, and maybe what he tended to do with his time. When did he become a chuunin too, and how many times did he have to take the exam?

• The Uchiha Massacre happened when he was 17. After Ishiko’s death, he was angry and wanted to kill Itachi (though he knew that he would be flattened in less than 3 seconds). The death of his teammate led him to show a lot of physical affection towards his friends.

C: Did his desire to kill Itachi last long? I assume that his fondness for physical affection predated this. Is there a reason he held back from showing it before this point? Detail on what physical affection he tends to show his friends would be good too.

• At 18, he decided to work in the Cryptanalysis Department to uphold his promise to Ishiko (which was that he would use his puzzle solving skills with decoding messages instead of being a regular shinobi with no special job).

C: More details on this promise he made to Ishiko would be nice (how long ago, etc), as it evidently means a lot to him.

• He became a tokubetsu-jounin specialized in genjutsu at 19.

C: This seems like a reasonable age to become a special jounin.

• At the beginning of the Time Skip, he met Sakura by chance during one of his morning trainings. After a while, they decided to spar regularly together and Tsuneo ended up teaching her genjutsu.

C: I’m sure Kakashi said that Sakura was well suited to genjutsu, and I’m glad to see you expanding on this. I always felt that it was a little disappointing that this wasn’t expanded on in the series where we only ever saw her dispel them.

ABILITIES : As a tokubetsu-jounin, his skills are all average/above average compared to a chunin. Since he’s not a front line fighter, he focuses more on speed and stamina. He prefers to distract the enemy with his genjutsu first and thus incapacitating their senses. Then, either he or one of his team mate will close in and kill the enemy.

C: This tactic certainly suits Tsuneo and his skill set. How often does he actually wind up in battles though if he is in the cryptanalysis department?

He is earth-natured but also know one katon jutsu and one suiton.

C: Considering how he only scores 2/5 for ninjutsu, I would just stick to him knowing earth jutsu.

The technique he’s the most proud of is the Information Overload because he created it himself. This genjutsu makes the target believe that every useless detail (like the number of clouds in the sky) is as important as the fight itself, thus resulting in confusing the target and headaches. It takes time to reach its full effect since the “acknowledgement” of information can only increase slowly but it’s terribly effective. However, Tsuneo has to be covered by an ally while he’s casting the genjutsu because he won’t be able to concentrate on the fight.

C: I really like this jutsu.

STATS : Ninjutsu : 2/5 Taijutsu : 2/5 Genjutsu : 4.5/5 Intelligence : 3.5/5 Strength : 2/5 Speed : 4/5 Stamina : 3.5/5 Hand seals : 4/5

Total: 25.5/40

C: Both Anko and Ebisu have stat totals of 25, with Genma’s being 27, so Tsuneo’s stats are at the right level for a special jounin. I feel like his intelligence should be at least a 4/5 though considering how he is in the cryptanalysis team.

Overall, I really like Tsuneo, and think that he is a very promising OC. There are a couple of small tweaks to make, but what you have is good. As I went through your submission, there was a fair amount of information that I would have liked to see missing, though I don’t know whether this is stuff you know but didn’t include on the form, or things you haven’t decided on or thought about yet. If it is the former, then I really would encourage you to include any information you think will be useful to allow us to give you the best possible review. If you have any questions about this review please feel free to send us a message.

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luna-orlha · 8 years ago

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Title: Bones beneath her feet Chapter: 14 - Dust and Shadows: Part 3 Fandom: Naruto Genre: Action ; Adventure Ship: - Word count: 3,852 Triggers(s):– Rating: T Additional Tags: Rebirth, SI/OC Summary: She had died only to be reborn into this world as Kakashi’s younger sister. The world where peace was a mockery and the hopes and dreams of their children living their lives out was a big sham. Perhaps this was her penitence and retribution.

Ao3 | FFn

It tugs at Kakashi like he missed something. He taps a half-gloved finger on the table, staring at the documents that Genma and Tenzo had brought him. The whole bullshit with Danzo was already well-documented by T&I, the whole Root cell had been dismantled, those that had been loyal to Danzo had been permanently sealed or executed and those that weren’t had been merged back into the system. It all tied a neat and tiny bow.

Kakashi shuffles the paper again, his grey eye running down the neatly typed words.

“What are you thinking?” Tenzo asks.

Kakashi eyes him then flicks his eye back at the paper. “Date, twenty-seven December, YH62. 8,030 bodies were found and cremated by the Hunter-Nin unit. 3,500 Root shinobis were taken into custody and have been inducted into the Young Accelerated Course (YAC), 620 had to be put down… 3500. 3500.” He hands the paper to Tenzo and retrieves another sheet with the list of names. “I don’t know, but I feel like I’m missing something.”

Tenzo hums, running an eye over the paper.

Was it too neat? Too convenient? But these are the official records, records that were given by the Head of Torture and Interrogation himself. Kakashi turns and looks at Mr Ukki flutter his tiny leaves. His hitai-te weighed heavily on his forehead. To distrust even T&I… to distrust Yamanaka Inoichi, would it be going too far? He sits forward, bracing his elbows on the table. Who did he trust more? Tenzo or Inoichi? Kakashi gave Tenzo a side-glance, mentally shaking a negative. Maybe it isn’t about Tenzo or Inoichi, him or T&I, maybe it is about who wrote the report. He looks down at the report and gives a snort of derision. That precisely is the problem, isn’t it?

“Tenzo. What do you think Root’s reaction would have been in this scenario?”

Tenzo rubs the back of his neck, tilting his head upwards. He doesn’t reply Kakashi immediately but that the kind of person Tenzo had always been - careful and cautious. He never said things half-heartedly and in spite of all the difficult things Kakashi made him do in the name of training, he never did anything less than his full effort. “That is difficult to say,” Tenzo says finally. “There are varying degrees of loyalty and various shades of each degree. No Root is exactly alike, yet No Root is dissimilar. Where they draw the line, where their seals draw their lines, they are all different and also the same.” Pursing his lips, Tenzo cocks his head at Kakashi. “What are you thinking, senpai?”

Kakashi shuffles the papers into a stack, giving Tenzo a beatific eye crinkle. “I’m... thinking of chaos.”

“Oh kage…” Tenzo’s shoulders slumped at his reply. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

“No more than building kennels for my ninken.”

Tenzo groans loudly and cradles his head. “I will regret this.”

“You can always refuse.”

“I can?” Tenzo sits up. His large black eyes staring at Kakashi expectantly.

“Yes… but Naruto does-”

“No, no! I’ll do it!” He motions frantically at Kakashi. “Anything but Naruto’s pranks! I couldn’t get the glitter off for weeks. I even found glitter on my anbu outfit.”

“I know, I’m sure Raido remembers too,” Kakashi says smugly. He slides the papers into the brown envelope and hands it Tenzo. “Good, return these... And get caught.”

-/-/-/-

Kakashi is a shadow, a whisper in the wind. He is the greatest shinobi that one could have on the team, and the greatest misfortune one could ever meet on the battlefield because he never fails a mission, never lets a teammate die and never fails to cut down whatever that stands in his way. He hasn’t let a precious person go, not since Obito and Rin, and he won’t be starting one soon.

The Anbu guards don’t even register him as he walks across the ceiling. As an Anbu Captain and one of the leads in top-secret guard duty, Kakashi wants to reprimand them - that is his excuse for sneaking around after all; but as the person who is trying to sneak into the level ten records, this is good.

The door is double sealed against intruders, one that registers the chakra residual of anyone opening it and one that only lets permitted visitors in. Kakashi happens to be on the latter, however having his chakra imprint registered isn’t something he actually wants. Flipping his headband up quickly, he drops down softly in front of the two guards and smiles.

“Hello Cow and Sheep, it’s so good to see you,” he says and with a weak sharingan genjutsu, he ensnares them in a looped time filled with false memories of the long and boring guard duty where literally no one had come by. He’s done far too many such duties to not require the use of a completely false memory.

Kakashi tricks Cow into opening the first seal, sending a false imagery of him hearing something in the archives. Cow turns, tilting an ear to the doors.

“Do you hear that?” he asks Sheep.

Cow approaches the door and Kakashi weaves a more intricate auditory illusion, suppressing Cow’s impulse to flare his chakra. Cow doesn’t flare his chakra or even check for genjutsu. What he does is something that makes Kakashi wonder how Cow even passed his Anbu test or the compulsory Anbu training, then again, this is Kakashi infiltrating. Kakashi isn’t Konoha’s best assassin for nothing.

Cow presses his palm on the door, the seals lighting up then spiralling open.

“Nothing there…” Kakashi hears Cow say and doesn’t catch the rest because Kakashi has slipped in, making his way to the academy records.

Too easy.

He hasn’t been here since Minato-sensei died, not since he stopped being the gofer for the Hokage. The memory of Minato calling him out of the Anbu guard duty to make him run into the archives settles heavily in Kakashi’s stomach. Minato-sensei hadn’t wanted him in Anbu, neither had Fuuko. He had been a brat then. Kakashi remembers Minato’s heartbroken voice when Kakashi insisted on joining Anbu.

“Are you saying that I don’t care for your happiness?”

He shakes himself from the memory. He has a job to do. Thirty-five Root taken into custody. Thirty-five. The number replays on a loop as he navigates the dark aisles with a chakra light on his left hand. The rows of shelves rise into the darkness with thick sides and shelves instead of ladders like the civilian archives have. After all, no non-shinobi would enter the top-secret archives of Konoha.

Kakashi pads down rows, peering at the labels. The labels are still the same, just more variations for each category, 讲 - to speak, 诱 - to persuade, 谑 to jeer1.

All very deceptively orderly. Instead of being neatly labelled, the way the records are archived is encrypted. Root records would be under… Kakashi runs the encryption through his head, counting the strokes as he passes the signs. Debate, Slander… The complexity of the kanji increasing as he walks down the rows. Had this been any other level apart from the top-secret archives, Kakashi would have looked for the exact kanji as he remembered it to be. Nonetheless, unlike the other levels, level ten was far more intricate with triple layers of encryption.

He weaves through the shadowy library, passes rows and rows of scrolls and boxes.

The thing about Kakashi is that contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t have undying loyalty to Konoha. Undying loyalty? He scoffs. Look where undying loyalty got his father, ashes drifting in the wind.

Kakashi stalks past several rows more and finally stops at a row. 怼 - Resentment. There’s an irony that the Root intake into regular shinobi forces is filed under that character, perhaps not so much an irony. There are twenty-six boxes with the encrypted tags on it. Twenty-six large boxes for thirty-five shinobis and that’s not normal at all.

At his present age of twenty-two, Kakashi might really hate paperwork, but the hours of spending down here filing Minato-sensei’s reports had been drilled into him. An average active Anbu squad’s annual reports amounts to three sealed scrolls, not even enough to merit a box. A large box’s average capacity was fifty scrolls. It is a regular practice to add dud scrolls next to the real scrolls, but surely not that many.

He peers into a box and swallows a large sigh. Could he seal all of them away?

Even with the sharingan...

His eye twitches at the idea of sitting here for hours going through each. Part of him wanted to ‘nope’ the hell out.

‘Fuuko owes him so much,’ he bitterly thinks then spawns several clones, all sighing as they form teams of four for each box.

-/-/-/-

Shuffling through the scrolls at record speed, Kakashi uses his sharingan to copy and analyse the words he read. They are mostly boring reports mixed with the exasperation of the Root’s transition handler with the lack of basic social etiquette.

His eye lingers on a line. Twenty-three squads with former Root members.

Twenty-three.

He hasn’t exactly been a jounin sensei yet, but he’s heard of Raido talk about it. Twenty squads slated for the jounin track isn’t a something common. Chuunin track, yes, jounin track, no. A former Root member on jounin track? That sounded shady as hell. It is true that jounins are generally more powerful, they had to be. Jounins were leaders, they didn’t just bring firepower to the fight. They had to bring brain muscles.

No, wait. Kakashi backtracked on his thought process. It had only been twenty days since Danzo died, ten days since the former Root members were added into the academy. Wasn’t it far too early to even talk about graduation? The idea was to instil loyalty and work against any of the brainwashing Danzo had done to them.

He remembers Tenzo, Tenzo just after leaving Root. It had taken Tenzo four years to work through all the brainwashing. There is no way any of these Root members - former Root members, Kakashi corrects himself, would be able to get there in less than half of that.

Kakashi pops his clones, reabsorbing all the chakra. Even though he was prepared for it, the sudden influx of memories still hit him like a punch from Tsunade. Kakashi rubs his head then sits up. All the reports were signed off by Homura.

Mitokado Homura, Elder on the Council, head of Education. A rank, notable kills - Terumi Saiyako and Saizo Takamura, one of the Seven Swordsmen of Mist.

He taps his knee.

Mitokado Homura.

Kakashi repacks all the scrolls, restacking the boxes and shunshins down the rows to where he knows the academy reports are. He recognises the scrawls on the reports, Hayate’s handwriting is bad as ever.

Tested 3962 applicants. 2150 passed preliminary Chuunin track tests. 236 squads passed Jounin’s test.

He scrolls down the list of names, almost glazing over the intake list when he stops and stares. Kakashi knows realistically that half of the academy students ever make it in out of the academy. The plausible reason for dropping out is long and comprehensive, except this? This is less than half.

There is something wrong with the records and Kakashi knows it in the bottom of his gut, churning. He might have come here for something to help Sayami create a leverage for his sister’s freedom, but this - if he lets this go, he knows will regret it.

Kakashi looks up, judging the amount of time passed since he entered by the smell of fresh air. Two hours. Whatever commotion Tenzo might have done to take the heat off here would be almost over by now. He unfurls a blank seal scroll and piles the academy folders onto it. No time to check which to take and which not to, he simply takes as many as the seal can take, seal it and slips out.

-/-/-/-

It takes Shisui two more days before he finally makes it out of the hospital from his own sheer will. He knows the doctors and nurses have insisted another week. Any longer and he’ll go mad, Shisui thinks. Genma doesn’t tell him much about what happened, he doesn’t need to. The things that Genma are tight-lipped to, is telling.

Genma falls beside him as Shisui hobbles back to the compound. “You should be in the hospital,” Gemma says.

Shisui only grunts, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. Left foot, right foot, left foot. Trying not to think of how his response was a perfect imitation of a typical Uchiha. Sasuke is alive, he reminds himself.

Sasuke is alive.

He doesn’t need to think of the countless of dead bodies that the anbu had to pick through, or how there were so many that Sayami ran out chakra to burn them in the bright blue flame that all traditional Uchiha funerals require. So many that Sayami fell into a state of deep chakra exhaustion. The roar of emotions wraps its steely fingers around his throat, the colours of his vision sharpening as he forces himself to school his breath.

Sasuke is alive.

If there’s anything that went right, it’s that his little adopted brother is alive. The thought doesn’t assuage the guilt in him as much as he hoped it would. Father is dead, Mother is dead. Shisui feels Genma’s hand grip his arm. “Your sharingan,” he hisses.

Oh. So that was why the world seemed particularly clear. He hasn’t made this mistake since seven. Shisui reaches up to clutch his eye, only to fumble on his bandages. Right, he lost his right eye. He takes a shuddering breath, dragging the chakra from his left eye. The red iris spins and spins then fades into its usual black. The world is muted again, back into the dull lines and dark shades of colours. Except his heart continues beating painfully and Shisui knows it won’t stop.

“You’re okay,” Genma tells him. There’s a hand on his shoulder that is not so much of pressing down on him but holding him up. Shisui wonders if he would even be able to walk to six kilometres back to the compound with the way his legs are trembling.

He has to get back to the compound, get back to Sasuke. He promised Itachi he would watch over Sasuke.

The sun is high in the sky by the time Shisui finally makes to the clan compound gates. He can feel the sweat drip down his face. His ribs and leg ache from his exertion.

Shisui can hear the senbon click against Genma’s teeth as he waits for Shisui to catch his breath. “I’m fine,” he grits out through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t say anything,” Genma replies in a cool voice.

“I could hear you thinking it.”

The senbon clicks against his teeth again, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Actually… I was thinking that we made it just in time for lunch.”

“Hn-” Choosing not to answer, Shisui pushes open the gates. The gates were closed, the gates are never closed. The guards that usually sit on the side are missing, leaving just empty cushion seats. He stares at the streets. The Uchiha streets always had people about, especially at noon.

Sasuke is alive.

The more he thinks about it, the less it seems likely. Genma said that some had survived. Some. He wonders if it’s all technicalities. Two could be some and the two could include him and Sasuke. He tries to shake the burning feeling in his chest. Genma wouldn’t lie about such things, he tells himself.

The window of the bakery is shattered, large shards hang perilously from a swinging tip. Uchiha Ikasaki used to bake the best buns in the compound. The door to the smithery had been burnt to ashes, along with the store opposite it. Uchiha Takara had retired after the third war and went into making flying weapons, they were very good so he had bought Genma several sets from that shop.

His footsteps echoed loudly in the quiet, desolate streets. Just yesterday, he was running on the rooftops to avoid the traffic. Just yesterday, or so it to him in spite of Genma telling him that it had been one month. He averts his gaze from the blood stains that still paint the walls. Blood and gore are big parts of his life, just not blood and gore from the people he knew from childhood.

“Shisui-kun! Here, bring some dango for Itachi-kun! Koichi-chan made a new flavour, I think Itachi-kun will love it.”

He tells himself that his legs are trembling from the exertion and not the grief in his heart even though he knows that it’s not true. There are potholes on the once-carefully paved street, holes that Shisui can identify at a glance, holes that rimmed with a colour are darker than the sandy earth it is paved with. He closes his one remaining eye, his fists clenching so tightly that he can feel the sticky blood between his nails.

“Have you eaten, Shisui-san? Here, oyakodon on the house!”

Genma’s hand clenches his shoulder, the grip reminding Shisui that he isn’t alone in this. “Genma?” his voice rasps in the heavy silence. He turns to catch Genma’s steady gaze. “Where is Fuuko?”

“Ah…” Genma’s voice sounded uncharacteristically tight. Like he had to strain to answer him, as though Shisui had struck a raw nerve.

Shisui stops in mid-step, standing completely still. The colour on his face bleeding out as he takes in Genma’s reaction. “Is she… dead?” Kage, please let her not be dead.

“What? No!”

“But you haven’t mentioned her at all… and she hasn’t come around either.” He knows that Fuuko would stop by at least once, no matter how busy she is.

“She’s not dead,” Genma insists.

“You haven’t answered the question. Where is Fuuko?”

“I am answering the question, Fuuko is not dead.”

“Yet,” Shisui tacks on flatly.

“...Yet,” Genma agrees with a sigh.

-/-/-/-

Kakashi stares at the door, wondering if he should knock. Could he trust Shikaku? He had to, there is no one else, he reasons with himself, raising his gloved hand.

“Kakashi?” Shikaku quirks an eyebrow and yawns. “What are you doing here at five in the morning?”

The scroll feels like it’s burning a hole in his pocket. He is not wrong, there is something going in the academy, Kakashi tells himself. “Nara-san, I think you might want to see this.” He holds up the scroll and allows Shikaku to usher him to his home office.

Shikaku doesn’t say anything as he peruses through the books and Kakashi doesn’t offer anything. Outside, across the Nara forest, Kakashi could see the twilight breaking. He had experienced far longer nights but the weight of the missing children pressed down heavily on his shoulders.

“These scrolls…” Shikaku presses his nose tiredly, his hand clasped together as he searches for the words that even Kakashi has difficulty thinking. Kakashi wants to rage, wants to deny the possibility of the scrolls being falsified.

“I took them from the level ten archives,” Kakashi says simply. His eye still watching the streaks of orange cut across the dark blue sky. Under normal circumstances, Kakashi might have tried to hide the fact that he had broken one of the highest level rules and if Shikaku wanted, Kakashi could have been executed as a traitor without any trial.

The Hatakes don’t mean anything to Konoha anyway, he finds himself thinking that.

Shikaku heaves a sigh. “Here I was, mildly hoping that you were here to see Naruto.”

His head whips around to take in Shikaku’s words. “Naruto? What is he doing here?”

“Akito- Kusari Akito attempted to kidnap Naruto and came really close to it, had Naruto bumped into Shikamaru and me.”

“Kusari Akito?” That sounded familiar. Though Kakashi isn’t certain that he has heard that name before. How had this Akito come close to get away with kidnapping Naruto? Tenzo had promised to watch over Naruto, unless Tenzo-

“You’d know him better as Badger, Anbu captain of your sister’s squad.”

“What about traitors in your team?”

Her shoulders hunched, her words prodding deeper into the clusterfuck that Kakashi refused to let his sister in, “do we even have a clan called Kusari?”

Fuuko knew. She had guessed it right there and then and had been right. Kusari Akito was… “...Root.” Had she known he was Root before the base? Part of him rejected the idea, part of him reasoned that it might have been the cause for Fuuko avoiding him after that.

Shikaku nods. “Peculiarly, he had all marks of a main branch Nara. Which would imply that either my sister had a child outside her marriage or that my younger brother had an affair and a child conceived from it. Except to make the timeline even plausible would imply that either of my siblings would have had Akito when they were six or nine, or my mother had a son that she didn’t know about.”

He taps the scrolls. “But if there are children going missing and with a reasonable stretch of the mind, it’s possible that a main branch Nara might have been… procured at an earlier time. Which begs the question as to why all Root found were non-bloodline. That said. I did some… rooting about.” Shikaku pulls open a drawer and unseals a seal hidden on the side of the drawer. The papers sprawl out of the folder as Shikaku throws it across the desk. The numbers don’t really make sense to Kakashi until he sees the conclusion neatly written in at the bottom.

% Probability: 62.9382001

“Apparently, my mother had a stillborn during the war and the genetic tests have proven that Akito is my younger brother, Nara Shikato.”

“Maybe, perhaps. He calls himself Kusari Akito but he looks like a Nara.”

“But if he’s Root...” Kakashi trails off, suddenly remembering of the question he had asked Tenzo a night ago. “What do you think Root’s reaction would have been in this scenario?” He looks up from the papers, the words are sharp and acrid in his mouth. “They would go to the next in command.”

“If losing over ten thousand of their force is an acceptable loss, I’d hate to see what isn’t.”

The idea of another in command threw Kakashi for a loop. He was forced into Root and while he hadn’t been willing, the seal did not allow for opinions or deviances. If there was a second-in-command, should he not have seen it? Should he not have at least interacted with the second-in-command at least a few times?

Shikaku continues, not noticing the turmoil churning in Kakashi. “However this discrepancy of missing children does explain why they were willing to lose over ten thousand soldiers.”

The cold closes on Kakashi like a vice. The realisation of the most probable explanation slamming through him. “Nara-san… what if Danzo was a puppet too?”

Notes:

I’m world building here. I have the idea that the group we saw in Narutoverse was actually a very small glimpse of it. My headcanon goes that Konoha has a population of roughly 300k because has anyone properly looked at the city shots of Konoha? That’s a lot of buildings. And frankly, the economy wouldn’t work. I like writing (relatively) realistic worlds, so hey.. we’re gonna do some dumping.

#fanfiction #naruto #bones beneath her feet #hatake kakashi #SI-oc

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