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Sunagakure
Nihon-go = the Japanese language
“spoken words”
'thoughts'
“/English/”
Warning:Shippuden spoilers
The sun was high in the sky when Sasoru and her grandfather arrived at Sungakure. Sasoru grumbled to herself as she dragged her old school trunk behind her, sweating profusely. She had long since abandoned her simple black robe and stuffed it into her bag. 'Maybe dragon skin leather was a bad choice for desert traveling attire. Grr and this sand is driving me insane!'
Her jiji hummed to himself a few yards ahead of her, possibly excited by the prospect of great grandchildren in the near future. 'Damn him for keeping things from me and damn this country for forcing my parents into this.' she thought.
He stopped at the top of a particularly large sand dune and waited for her to catch up. When she did they stared down at sunagakure. A large sandstone crater surrounded the city's odd round buildings. There was an opening, that looked like a crack from this view point, where a check in station was set up. A caravan was bringing their wares for sale and the people ran around like ants. “/Well this is it Sasoru. Welcome home./”
“/Welcome home? More like welcome to hell./”
“/Now Soru, don't be like that. When you were four all you could talk about was how much you missed the desert sands./”
“/Like you said jiji I was four. Now lets hurry and go find this husband of mine 'cause when this meeting is over I'm gonna knock back a few to forget it all./” She started down the slope but the sand shifted under her feet. One second she standing the next she's sliding legs first down the dune. After a few yards she remembered to push chakara into her feet so she wouldn't look like an idiot. Unfortunately her trunk continued downward to stop at the feet of a suna shinobi.
There was laughter behind her and she turned to glare at her grandfather. “/You also loved sliding down the dunes./” He laughed again as she continued glaring while brushing the sand out of her skirt.
At the base they meet the shinobi who had picked up her trunk and swung it over his shoulder. He wore earth-tone clothing and what Sasoru could only describe as a curtain over the left side of his face.
“You are the Olivanders I assume.”
“Huh?” She blushed hoping she hadn't been caught staring. “Hai, I'm Sasoru and this is my jiji... He doesn't speak nihon-go” she added as an after thought.
“Welcome. We were not expecting you so soon. My name is Baki and I've been sent to escort you to the Kazekage's office. If you would follow me please.”
“The Kazekage is the one that arranged all this right.” Sasoru asked as they made their way through the entrance. She really wanting to punch the sand's leader in the face right now. Who was he to ruin her life like this.
“The late nindaime(2nd) kazekage had arranged this marriage for his second born named Kankurou. The sandaime(3rd) who holds that office now is Garra, the youngest of the nindaime's three children.”
She nodded and kept walking. 'So much for revenge.'
Mr. Olivander was humming softly behind them using his age as an excuse to take his time and look around. Even though Sasoru was in a hurry to get it all over with, they couldn't expect an old man in his ninety's to hurry himself through the busy streets. It was his first time on the hidden continent and he was silently comparing the stories his son and daughter-inlaw told to what was around him now.
'We'll make it eventually.' he thought.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M MARRIED!”
Garra leaned back against the front of his desk, arms propping him up. Calmly he tried again to explain it to his older brother. “I mean what I said Kankurou. We received a letter from your wife and her grandfather yesterday. They should be arriving some time today to explain the situation. We only just found suna's copy of the arrangement this morning.”
“My wife...” Kankurou slumped down into a chair next to his brother's desk. Leaning his head back he stared at the ceiling in denial. Closing his eyes he hoped when he opened them everything would be back to normal. His brother would just give him a mission and tell him to get the hell out of his office.
“Our father married you both off at two. Her name is Sasoru. Interestingly enough she was named after her uncle, Sasori of the Red Sand.” That snapped him back to reality. His brother knew that piece of information would intrigue him.
Eyes wide open staring at his brother, he stuttered, “S-Sasori of t-the Red Sand's n-niece.”
Chin in his hands, Kankurou vividly recalled his battle against the master puppeteer. Sasori had designed all the puppets Kankurou had used against him and tore them all completely apart. He had been left half dead and poisoned in the sand, unable to save his brother.
There was knock at the door and Garra barked a quick 'Enter' as his brother shuddered in his memories. The door opened and Baki peaked his head in. “They have arrived Kazekage-sama.”
“Show them in.”
Baki nodded and motioned in his two charges.
“Olivander-san, Sasoru-san.” Garra nodded to each, pronouncing the foreign name carefully.
Kankurou masked his emotions skillfully and offered the elderly man his chair. Mr. Olivander gladly accepted while Sasoru leaned on the wall next to the door, arms across her chest. Kankurou did the same with the wall behind his brothers desk.
“So... who's my husband?”
Baki gestured weakly to Kankurou, while Garra took his seat behind the large wooden desk strewn with paper work.
Sasoru looked him over carefully. He was dressed in the traditional black kabuki jumpsuit and hat with purple and white face paint. He wore the standard thigh holster, shuriken bag and shinobi sandals as well three large scrolls strapped to his back . She assumed they held his puppets. At about 5'10” he had a broad build and brown eyes.
Kankurou also critically took in her appearance. Her hair was shoulder length and red with black streaks. Her body was that of a kunoichi and she stood proud at 5'6”. Her light green eye peered out though the red stripes of her kabuki face paint. He noticed with a frown that she didn't wear the white paint. She didn't need too, her skin was pale compared to the desert dwellers.
The clothing she wore was started with red and black leather boots that stopped just below her knees. Her short leather skirt, vest and kabuki hat matched her boots. Underneath she wore black leggings and a standard short sleeved fishnet shirt. She had the shinobi thigh holster and shuriken bag, along with a messenger bag slung across her chest.
On her left arm was a variation of her long fingerless glove. It was strange to his eyes, a black tube of cloth that starting from just below her shoulder to her wrist. From there it continued on as a square that covered the back of her hand. Loops at the end slid over her four fingers to keep it in place. Unknown to him, beneath the fabric on her forearm rested the three wands she had made as an Olivander and used as an Aurror.
“You're a puppeteer. At least thats one thing we have in common.”
“You really are Sasori's niece then?” Kankurou asked in return.
“Who?” The true look of confusion on her face had Kankurou repeating himself.
“Sasori of the Red Sand.” He spoke slowly as if to a child.
“Not that I know of..” Sasoru sent a small glare his way before turning to her grandfather. “/Jiji do you know this Sasori person their talking about./”
“/Sasori, Sasori. Ah yes he was your late mother's brother. A sad one he was too. Went about killing random people around the time you all left here. He was a missing nin last I heard./”
She turned back to the others, only to find Baki translating for the two brothers. “/You speak English?/” She asked in mild disbelief.
“/I was a good friend of your fathers while he lived here./”
Sasoru shrugged and Garra steered the meeting's conversation to the actual marriage contracts. There were two contracts, one magical and one muggle. Kankurou lifted an eyebrow at the term magic. Mr. Olivander explained through Baki about the magical world, the hidden continent they currently resided on, and the surrounding muggle world in general.
At Garra's stiff 'Show me' Sasoru pulled out a wand at random, gestured to her self with it and muttered 'scourgify'. The caked on layers of sand disappeared along with the sweat she had worked up in the desert. She then used 'wingardium leviosa' on a few items from the desk. As a finale she pulled out her wrapped karasu puppet from her simple messenger bag. It stood a few inches taller then her and should not have been able to fit in there.
Garra nodded as if to say that her little display was sufficient and turned the conversation back to the contracts. The muggle one was simple enough stating that on Sasoru's 20th birthday she would begin living as Kankurou's wife with or without an official marriage ceremony. The magical one was more complicated and Mr Olivander was stumbling to find the right words.
Sasoru sighed and took it upon herself to drop the bomb on the pour shinobi. Summoning her most serious Aurror voice she calmly and coldly out lined the contract. “The Marriage Spell my father used on us is very old and has been outlawed and label as dark magic for centuries now. It was used by nobility who easily grew tired of their spouses and didn't want the muggles to suspect foul play in the deaths. To put it simply, if the couple doesn't consummate their marriage by the deadline and at least once a year afterwards, then the wife would suffer two weeks of unstoppable sickness followed by death.”
Kankurou felt sorry for her now, to have your life depend on the cooperation of a complete stranger in a strange land would be unbelievable for anyone.
“So you'll die if I don't cooperate.” He spoke his thoughts aloud, 'just to clarify' he told himself 'not to goad her or anything'
'This is gonna be funny' Sasoru grinned madly at her husband before clarifying, “Actually it seems my father had an interesting sense of humor.”
She walked over to Garra's desk to point out her point on the transcribed version of the magical marriage contract. “In the magical contract, and we assume the spoken spell and ceremony as well, he labeled me the husband and Kankurou the wife.”
Kankurou's eyes widened dramatically and he rushed to his brothers side to read over his shoulder. While Baki confirmed that the two copies were word for word correct, Sasoru returned to her spot against the wall and pulled out her well deserved fire whiskey.
After a few minutes of listening to Mr. Olivander humming to himself, she watched Kankurou slump against the nearest wall and moan. “Kami I need a drink.”
“Catch.” Pure shinobi reflexes were the only thing that kept the bottle from breaking itself on his head. Thoroughly stressed he knocked the strange liquor down his throat swiftly.
“Kankurou, Sasoru I have a mission for you.”
Confused they both turned to Garra. “Get drunk and get laid. Preferably with each other. I would rather not loose my brother to one of our father's petty schemes.”
“Hai.” Sasoru complied immediately by knocking back her bottle again.
“You know ni-chan I wish you would of given me that kind of mission under more normal circumstances.” He sighed and headed to the door. “O well an order is an order. Lets go Sasoru I know a cheap sake joint.”
After the couple exited Mr. Olivander coughed to gain there attention. “/Now if we can just go over a few things regarding Sasoru's stay here and employment it will resolve some of this old man's fears./”
“spoken words”
'thoughts'
“/English/”
Warning:Shippuden spoilers
The sun was high in the sky when Sasoru and her grandfather arrived at Sungakure. Sasoru grumbled to herself as she dragged her old school trunk behind her, sweating profusely. She had long since abandoned her simple black robe and stuffed it into her bag. 'Maybe dragon skin leather was a bad choice for desert traveling attire. Grr and this sand is driving me insane!'
Her jiji hummed to himself a few yards ahead of her, possibly excited by the prospect of great grandchildren in the near future. 'Damn him for keeping things from me and damn this country for forcing my parents into this.' she thought.
He stopped at the top of a particularly large sand dune and waited for her to catch up. When she did they stared down at sunagakure. A large sandstone crater surrounded the city's odd round buildings. There was an opening, that looked like a crack from this view point, where a check in station was set up. A caravan was bringing their wares for sale and the people ran around like ants. “/Well this is it Sasoru. Welcome home./”
“/Welcome home? More like welcome to hell./”
“/Now Soru, don't be like that. When you were four all you could talk about was how much you missed the desert sands./”
“/Like you said jiji I was four. Now lets hurry and go find this husband of mine 'cause when this meeting is over I'm gonna knock back a few to forget it all./” She started down the slope but the sand shifted under her feet. One second she standing the next she's sliding legs first down the dune. After a few yards she remembered to push chakara into her feet so she wouldn't look like an idiot. Unfortunately her trunk continued downward to stop at the feet of a suna shinobi.
There was laughter behind her and she turned to glare at her grandfather. “/You also loved sliding down the dunes./” He laughed again as she continued glaring while brushing the sand out of her skirt.
At the base they meet the shinobi who had picked up her trunk and swung it over his shoulder. He wore earth-tone clothing and what Sasoru could only describe as a curtain over the left side of his face.
“You are the Olivanders I assume.”
“Huh?” She blushed hoping she hadn't been caught staring. “Hai, I'm Sasoru and this is my jiji... He doesn't speak nihon-go” she added as an after thought.
“Welcome. We were not expecting you so soon. My name is Baki and I've been sent to escort you to the Kazekage's office. If you would follow me please.”
“The Kazekage is the one that arranged all this right.” Sasoru asked as they made their way through the entrance. She really wanting to punch the sand's leader in the face right now. Who was he to ruin her life like this.
“The late nindaime(2nd) kazekage had arranged this marriage for his second born named Kankurou. The sandaime(3rd) who holds that office now is Garra, the youngest of the nindaime's three children.”
She nodded and kept walking. 'So much for revenge.'
Mr. Olivander was humming softly behind them using his age as an excuse to take his time and look around. Even though Sasoru was in a hurry to get it all over with, they couldn't expect an old man in his ninety's to hurry himself through the busy streets. It was his first time on the hidden continent and he was silently comparing the stories his son and daughter-inlaw told to what was around him now.
'We'll make it eventually.' he thought.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M MARRIED!”
Garra leaned back against the front of his desk, arms propping him up. Calmly he tried again to explain it to his older brother. “I mean what I said Kankurou. We received a letter from your wife and her grandfather yesterday. They should be arriving some time today to explain the situation. We only just found suna's copy of the arrangement this morning.”
“My wife...” Kankurou slumped down into a chair next to his brother's desk. Leaning his head back he stared at the ceiling in denial. Closing his eyes he hoped when he opened them everything would be back to normal. His brother would just give him a mission and tell him to get the hell out of his office.
“Our father married you both off at two. Her name is Sasoru. Interestingly enough she was named after her uncle, Sasori of the Red Sand.” That snapped him back to reality. His brother knew that piece of information would intrigue him.
Eyes wide open staring at his brother, he stuttered, “S-Sasori of t-the Red Sand's n-niece.”
Chin in his hands, Kankurou vividly recalled his battle against the master puppeteer. Sasori had designed all the puppets Kankurou had used against him and tore them all completely apart. He had been left half dead and poisoned in the sand, unable to save his brother.
There was knock at the door and Garra barked a quick 'Enter' as his brother shuddered in his memories. The door opened and Baki peaked his head in. “They have arrived Kazekage-sama.”
“Show them in.”
Baki nodded and motioned in his two charges.
“Olivander-san, Sasoru-san.” Garra nodded to each, pronouncing the foreign name carefully.
Kankurou masked his emotions skillfully and offered the elderly man his chair. Mr. Olivander gladly accepted while Sasoru leaned on the wall next to the door, arms across her chest. Kankurou did the same with the wall behind his brothers desk.
“So... who's my husband?”
Baki gestured weakly to Kankurou, while Garra took his seat behind the large wooden desk strewn with paper work.
Sasoru looked him over carefully. He was dressed in the traditional black kabuki jumpsuit and hat with purple and white face paint. He wore the standard thigh holster, shuriken bag and shinobi sandals as well three large scrolls strapped to his back . She assumed they held his puppets. At about 5'10” he had a broad build and brown eyes.
Kankurou also critically took in her appearance. Her hair was shoulder length and red with black streaks. Her body was that of a kunoichi and she stood proud at 5'6”. Her light green eye peered out though the red stripes of her kabuki face paint. He noticed with a frown that she didn't wear the white paint. She didn't need too, her skin was pale compared to the desert dwellers.
The clothing she wore was started with red and black leather boots that stopped just below her knees. Her short leather skirt, vest and kabuki hat matched her boots. Underneath she wore black leggings and a standard short sleeved fishnet shirt. She had the shinobi thigh holster and shuriken bag, along with a messenger bag slung across her chest.
On her left arm was a variation of her long fingerless glove. It was strange to his eyes, a black tube of cloth that starting from just below her shoulder to her wrist. From there it continued on as a square that covered the back of her hand. Loops at the end slid over her four fingers to keep it in place. Unknown to him, beneath the fabric on her forearm rested the three wands she had made as an Olivander and used as an Aurror.
“You're a puppeteer. At least thats one thing we have in common.”
“You really are Sasori's niece then?” Kankurou asked in return.
“Who?” The true look of confusion on her face had Kankurou repeating himself.
“Sasori of the Red Sand.” He spoke slowly as if to a child.
“Not that I know of..” Sasoru sent a small glare his way before turning to her grandfather. “/Jiji do you know this Sasori person their talking about./”
“/Sasori, Sasori. Ah yes he was your late mother's brother. A sad one he was too. Went about killing random people around the time you all left here. He was a missing nin last I heard./”
She turned back to the others, only to find Baki translating for the two brothers. “/You speak English?/” She asked in mild disbelief.
“/I was a good friend of your fathers while he lived here./”
Sasoru shrugged and Garra steered the meeting's conversation to the actual marriage contracts. There were two contracts, one magical and one muggle. Kankurou lifted an eyebrow at the term magic. Mr. Olivander explained through Baki about the magical world, the hidden continent they currently resided on, and the surrounding muggle world in general.
At Garra's stiff 'Show me' Sasoru pulled out a wand at random, gestured to her self with it and muttered 'scourgify'. The caked on layers of sand disappeared along with the sweat she had worked up in the desert. She then used 'wingardium leviosa' on a few items from the desk. As a finale she pulled out her wrapped karasu puppet from her simple messenger bag. It stood a few inches taller then her and should not have been able to fit in there.
Garra nodded as if to say that her little display was sufficient and turned the conversation back to the contracts. The muggle one was simple enough stating that on Sasoru's 20th birthday she would begin living as Kankurou's wife with or without an official marriage ceremony. The magical one was more complicated and Mr Olivander was stumbling to find the right words.
Sasoru sighed and took it upon herself to drop the bomb on the pour shinobi. Summoning her most serious Aurror voice she calmly and coldly out lined the contract. “The Marriage Spell my father used on us is very old and has been outlawed and label as dark magic for centuries now. It was used by nobility who easily grew tired of their spouses and didn't want the muggles to suspect foul play in the deaths. To put it simply, if the couple doesn't consummate their marriage by the deadline and at least once a year afterwards, then the wife would suffer two weeks of unstoppable sickness followed by death.”
Kankurou felt sorry for her now, to have your life depend on the cooperation of a complete stranger in a strange land would be unbelievable for anyone.
“So you'll die if I don't cooperate.” He spoke his thoughts aloud, 'just to clarify' he told himself 'not to goad her or anything'
'This is gonna be funny' Sasoru grinned madly at her husband before clarifying, “Actually it seems my father had an interesting sense of humor.”
She walked over to Garra's desk to point out her point on the transcribed version of the magical marriage contract. “In the magical contract, and we assume the spoken spell and ceremony as well, he labeled me the husband and Kankurou the wife.”
Kankurou's eyes widened dramatically and he rushed to his brothers side to read over his shoulder. While Baki confirmed that the two copies were word for word correct, Sasoru returned to her spot against the wall and pulled out her well deserved fire whiskey.
After a few minutes of listening to Mr. Olivander humming to himself, she watched Kankurou slump against the nearest wall and moan. “Kami I need a drink.”
“Catch.” Pure shinobi reflexes were the only thing that kept the bottle from breaking itself on his head. Thoroughly stressed he knocked the strange liquor down his throat swiftly.
“Kankurou, Sasoru I have a mission for you.”
Confused they both turned to Garra. “Get drunk and get laid. Preferably with each other. I would rather not loose my brother to one of our father's petty schemes.”
“Hai.” Sasoru complied immediately by knocking back her bottle again.
“You know ni-chan I wish you would of given me that kind of mission under more normal circumstances.” He sighed and headed to the door. “O well an order is an order. Lets go Sasoru I know a cheap sake joint.”
After the couple exited Mr. Olivander coughed to gain there attention. “/Now if we can just go over a few things regarding Sasoru's stay here and employment it will resolve some of this old man's fears./”