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[closed] The shareef don't like it

Where: Amegakure
When: September, BGS 9
Notes: After two years and a few odd months, Kushina is finally allowed in to Amegakure to meet with the village leader. ...After a fashion.

Kushina had tried to be patient. She really had. On the first day she and her squad had been turned away at the country border, she had been furious but turned back to return to Konoha. Her first mission since returning to active duty ending in failure had really done a number on her pride. When they finally returned to Konoha to relay their mission report to the Hokage, he told them to keep trying. When Kushina's teammates had left the room, he told her as the team's leader she shouldn't do anything rash. He didn't want anything bad happening to her. If not for the village's sake, then for little Naruto's. So the next morning, she led them back. Again, they were turned away. And again, they went back to file a mission report, then returned the the country border.

This tedious cycle continued for two years and three months. At any time, Kushina could have easily backed out and said she had to retire from active duty again to be a full-time mom. But that wasn't her. Instead, each failure made her more bound and determined to get in. (But not at the cost of starting another war! Of course not, Minato. That would be stupid.) So one day in September, she had had it. She told her teammates that instead of turning back, they'd camp out half a mile from the border and they would distract the border guards while she broke across the border and made a beeline for the village. What could possibly go wrong?

It worked up until she crossed the border. She had only made it a few yards in before she was apprehended. "GO!" she had yelled at her teammates as her hands were tied behind her back. They obeyed and fled, probably to regroup. Surely they wouldn't be so dumb as to return to the village. She didn't have much time to think about it as more of the border patrol appeared. She didn't bother trying to fight her way to freedom, despite it being her first instinct. As it was, she was already in the wrong and may have put her mission in jeopardy. Some of the border patrol formed her guard and escorted her away from the border. But they were heading away from the Fire Country's border. So that would mean they were likely bringing her to Amegakure. The place she had been attempting to get to in the first place. Any trace of excitement that she could possibly get a chance to complete her mission was instantly crushed when she remembered her predicament. Even if she did manage to pass on her message, when would she be able to go home? Would they let her go even after she explained her side?

Kushina wasn't sure how long her captors had taken to drag her to the village. It was hard to tell how many hours because of all the rain.

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She frowned at his non-answer, partially out of annoyance and partially out of pity. To her knowledge, her whole family had died when Uzushio fell. Had that been the case with this guy too? The annoyance fell apart after a minute as she got herself collected again.

"If it's not because I suspect we're from the same clan, then why not tell me why you've brought me here after silently pushing everyone away?"

Despite not taking hints, she dropped a pretty loaded one in her question. The insinuation that her question about his heritage had been her answer to his question.

He shifted, carefully freeing his hands, and when he held one out, it was a moment before a coat was brought to him, backless as not to interfere with the spray of black he had connected to him at his back. A larger version of what the orange haired man had all over him, in fact.

Putting that on, he slipped out of the contraption he'd been using to move closer, graceful in spite of his ill health, and lifting his head to meet her eyes through his hair, his rinnegan finally visible.

"Is it only that clan that has such hair then? I've never seen it on another."

The Rinnegan was definitely a surprise. That doujutsu was a legend, thought not to exist since the Sage of the Six Paths himself. Who was this guy? --Focus Kushina, gotta focus. Bit of an odd jacket, missing the back, but whatever floated his boat. ...Focus.

"I... I've only ever known Uzumaki with this red hair. My family. Shodai Hokage's wife, Mito-sama. So many people I remember from Uzushio before I left..."

"It's not a country I ever visited." It had been destroyed before he even knew about it in fact, but he wasn't about to share that detail, instead just watching her, coming to a halt directly in front of her as he studied her, intent.

"And you come here... on behalf of Konoha." There was something dark in his voice as his gaze flicked to the hitai-ate. Bitterness, more, and then he looked back to her face.

The tone he took when referring to Konoha put a little more fire in her voice. Her eyes burned with a dare to insult her village further. Maybe she had wanted to go back to her family in her academy days, but for twenty and some odd years, Konoha had been her home. And no one insulted her home.

"Konoha is my home, y'know. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Konoha." He lifted his chin, straightening as he stared her down. "You can thank Konoha for everything I've had to do to fix this country in the last several years."

"Okay, fine. Yeah, Konoha's done some shitty things in the past, but the world wars involved other countries too, y'know!"

She stared up at him, refusing to break eye contact. He hadn't intimidated her with the orange-haired man and he sure as hell wasn't intimidating her now.

"And how do you expect to move on and fix your village for the better if you keep holding grudges against a village you know nothing about?!"

"The village that sent people into this country who killed civilians in their own homes in front of their children. The country that had people suggest, at another point, that killing said orphans was a better option at another point. Or perhaps you mean the ones that abandon said orphans after giving them hope was the one I should put my faith in? Who never returned I might mention."

His tone was low, furiously cold. It was, after all, very personal.

"Or perhaps it was the village that had a faction help corner a peace faction so their leader killed himself for Hanzo. I, of course, know nothing at all about Konoha."

She bit down on her lower lip, still refusing to back away or break her gaze. Was he talking about his own experiences? She knew the village had its own skeletons in the closet and war brought all sorts of untold horrors. But they weren't in a war time and Konoha was changing.

"If that's what you went through when you grew up, I'm honestly sorry. I can't say I had a worse time, because it's not true and I'm not here to compare who had the worse life. What I will tell you is that every village has its darker side. The higher ups had an evil demon sealed in me when I was eight and still new to the village. I would've been angry and bitter towards them forever if I hadn't been given important advice first. And now, years later, the village is still changing under its new Hokage, snd it's changing for the better. I can tell you without a shred of doubt, Yondaime wouldn't stand for innocent civilians becoming casualties."

He gave her a long, level stare, and the ice didn't waver, didn't thaw. "And you're... who, to give any kind of promises? Are you going to be the one to enforce that the village doesn't fall back on old habits the moment you look away? That seems to be the way Konoha works, after all."

His ice cold stare was still met by blazing fire.

"I can make these promises because I'm the Yondaime Hokage's wife. He's had a few years in office to make changes, and he's made some big ones. And even if my husband retires, I'm gonna be around for a long time."

That... surprised him a little, though he smothered it without ever showing it. Leaning forward, he was almost touching noses with her. "And what would you do about it then?"

"Get out of my face, and I'll tell you."

Because WOW you need to learn personal space, Nagato.

His eyes narrowed, but he straightened, his lean being what had given the illusion he was as close as he was, and without it there was a good couple hand spans between them. "Well?"

Better. Her temper returns to a simmer, but her words are sharper than any kunai she ever carried.

"I want to teach our son, his generation, and maybe even future generations, that what happened to you and your country is not okay. If they listen, I know they won't make the same mistakes their predecessors did. The shinobi who fought in the world wars are only getting older and dying. The old ways can die with them."

"And if they act against your wishes?" He was watching her, poised in some way but waiting.

"If you're suggesting I kill them, I won't. That won't solve anything. But I would make sure they faced some suitable punishment for their crime."

"Interesting that killing is the first thing that came to mind." He leaned back a touch, shaking his head. "You're very violent, aren't you?"

Her hand raised up in a fist, almost ready in an automatic reaction. But in a flash, she stuck out her finger to point at him and give him a quick jab in the chest.

"I'm a ninja! It comes with the territory, ya know!"

"It's not my first mode of thought." He was staring down at her finger in... bewilderment. He could feel his path shifting defensively after a moment, not quite independent, but...

She was...

Poking him...

She realized he was staring down at her finger, still pointed at him and hovering barely an inch away. She didn't even drop it when she asked her next question, regarding his staring.

"...What?"

He lifted his head and looked at her, then looked back to her finger. "You're touching me."

She glanced down again and didn't withdraw her hand, leaving her finger a couple inches from him.

"It was a little poke, and I'm not even touching you anymore."

He frowned, then shifted on his feet, a moment of sheer awkwardness flaring up before he shoved it away and cleared his throat. "Yes, of course. Where were we?"

Oh right, move the finger. Her hand dropped back down to her side as she thought back over their conversation.

"You were gonna tell me why you let me in after silently pushing away for two years."

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