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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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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."

He frowned at her because he was entirely certain that hadn't been it. "You didn't exactly use the same approach."

"What? You mean the border charge?"

While waiting for an answer, she thought back over to where they had really left off. Oh right, the violent thing. And how it apparently wasn't his first mode of thought.

"Yes, usually you don't take it at a run like that." He had been paying attention after all.

Huh, so he had some kind of surveillance system going on where he had been able to tell what she had done. But it had been some distance between where she was caught and here, and the only person she'd seen have contact with this man directly was the silent guy that brought her through the village. The silent guy the border patrol had taken orders from and didn't seem likely to break. Did he have some kind of long range sensor ability? That'd be a new one to her.

"I didn't want to bother wasting chakra on a disguise. So I figured I'd just make a run for it since my hair makes me stick out like a sore thumb."

"Even if you had used chakra for such a thing it wouldn't have worked on me." It was a simple statement, a dismissal. "I would have recognized you."

"You would have? But how? You weren't even there. Are you some kind of sensor?"

She's genuinely baffled since this is getting around to almost confirming her suspicions. But if he can recognize chakra, would he have picked up on the Kyuubi's chakra? At the thought, her hand automatically went to the seal on her stomach. A reflex she didn't even realize doing.

"You passed the borders of my country. I know everyone within my borders, stranger or not." He tilted his head, a tiny quirk coming to his lips. "It does no good for a God to be negligent."

"And what makes you a God? The Rinnegan?" The skepticism was out before she could stop herself. But it was really more curiosity as to how he could back up what he said. "I mean, sure it's a rare doujutsu, but really? Come on. There's gotta be more to it."

"No." It was a simple statement, and he shook his head once, not looking away from her. "Nothing so simple."

"Then how? What is it?" Out of sheer habit, her tone was one she used when she was trying to get wheedle information out of Naruto if she suspected him of some mischief. To accompany it, her hands went to her hips and her head tilted slightly as she looked up at Nagato.

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