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VII
VII.
Sasuke gingerly settled himself on the mat before the Council. Naruto was there, a silent observer. He had no say in this particular meeting, his presence being only out of courtesy and grudging respect. Sasuke had a vague idea why he was here, and it had nothing to do with his score on the ANBU exam. It was the Council’s excuse to get him away from those who could defend him, those who could voice for him and crucify him where he sat. His hands folded into fists on his knees and he slowly counted to ten as he held his breath, exhaling so very slowly.
We could destroy them all in an instant, Uchiha said.
No point in that, Orochimaru replied glumly. They’re not worth the effort to finish what time has begun. Few more years and then…
Sasuke said nothing, eyes downcast and drifting here and there, gauging, studying. He wouldn’t attack first, rather waiting for the verbal sparing to begin amongst the elders before he gave a light cough to get their attention once more. The verbal sparring almost came to blows at one point, Sasuke noted amusedly. The Council only existed because trial and error had proved that one man – or woman – couldn’t both rule a village and make choices that were in the best interest of the people. But the Council couldn’t rule the village either, because what young person, shinobi or not, would listen to an –old– person? So thus, the Hokage existed, someone who understood the ninjas needs and personal quirks, who would protect the village from ally or enemy, and would force the ninja to obey whether they wanted to or not. Naruto could easily override what the Council decided and his decision would be supported by the shinobi, but dissent would begin amongst the Council. And, despite their advanced age, were still quite influential to the inner workings of Konoha. A whisper in the right ear would send the village on a roller coaster ride of suspicion and backstabbing, and give new definition to the term ‘running blind’. Without trust between shinobi of the same village, what good were the spy networks and defenses? A village that depended on such things for its survival would be a sitting duck.
“Uchiha Sasuke,” one voice finally rang out, bringing him out of his daydream. Sasuke quickly reviewed what he’d missed of the conversation and fought to control his forming smirk as the debate that had taken place during his zoning had been about village matters, with Naruto’s input as both shinobi and Rokudaime. How interesting that they wanted to avoid the subject of Sasuke for as long as they could. Still, one could only avoid the inevitable for so long and if the council didn’t address him today, they would have to reconvene tomorrow, which prohibited personal plans. As though playing mahjong or bingo was important. Sasuke sighed and decided to agree with Uchiha’s statement that to old people, stupid board games were important. He heard someone’s heartbeat pick up and he realized they were waiting for a reply. Sasuke inclined his head and stared down the old man that headed the Council, leaving no room for another to have his attention. Judging by the several heartbeats that suddenly increased, that made people nervous.
“Uchiha Sasuke, it’s come to our attention that, during your ANBU examination, you displayed homicidal urges toward Uzumaki Naruto, the Rokudaime Hokage of Konohagakure.”
Fancy way of saying you tried to kill the most important ninja of the village, Orochimaru remarked.
Shut up, Sasuke said. The snake-like man chortled quietly and settled back to watch the show. Verbal swordplay between people had never been so interesting. Sasuke canted his head and glanced toward Naruto before replying.
“I wasn’t aware that the ANBU I was fighting was, as you say, the Rokudaime Hokage of Konohagakure.”
Someone snorted to conceal a laugh. Sasuke was sure it had been Naruto. A few of the elderly on the Council had begun to whisper amongst themselves at his reply. It had been snarky. Sasuke figured Uchiha had supplied the tone of voice, being sarcastic and moody as he was. He tried to listen to what they were talking about, but now Orochimaru and Uchiha were arguing again. Sasuke looked helplessly toward Naruto who could only give him a sympathetic smile. Sasuke watched the two leaders of the Council – what were their names again? – raise their hands to motion for silence. Everything hushed, except for Uchiha and Orochimaru’s arguing; nothing, it seemed, could shut them up when they really got going, so Sasuke fought to tune them out. It was easier said than done, but somehow, he managed it. Of course, in concentrating he missed most of the conversation between the elders on the Council and was left clueless. Some god must have liked him when one elderly man leaned forward and asked the easiest question Sasuke could’ve imagined.
“Sasuke-kun, what would you like to do?”
“I want to protect Naruto.”
There had been no hesitation, so assured he was of his answer that Sasuke just blurted it out. Thankfully, the man who had questioned him seemed satisfied as well.
“Then I give the Hokage full responsibility to your well-being. You will report to him, as well as your superior in the ANBU Black Ops, tomorrow.”
Sasuke rose as gracefully as he could, bowing low to the council, then to Naruto, before he excused himself from the room, and tried not to collapse against the wall outside from the sheer relief it was over. The door creaked open not long after Sasuke had emerged, admitting Naruto into the hall. The Hokage merely smiled at Sasuke and reached out for his hand, taking hold of it and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Come on,” Naruto said kindly, “you deserve a drink after that.”
“Do all of your bodyguards-to-be have to go through that?”
Naruto hummed. “Yeah, just about.”
Sasuke sighed and tried to ignore the headache that was forming. Orochimaru and Uchiha were arguing again, but this time Sasuke drowned them out, focusing on Naruto’s voice as a way to keep him in this world instead of sinking into himself to get away from the arguing parasites.
“I’ll get the old team together,” Naruto was saying cheerfully. “Sakura’s been waiting to talk to you.”
Sakura? Sasuke asked himself.
That pink-haired bimbo who was always throwing herself at me, Uchiha replied.
Oh.
THAT Sakura.
“Is it just going to be us?” Sasuke asked, watching Naruto’s back.
“Do you have a problem with that?”
Sasuke could only smile and shake his head a negative, lengthening his stride to keep up with the younger man. Naruto only smiled a little bit, head tilting back at the sound of the footsteps chasing after him and buried the doubt beneath a wall of confidence.
Sasuke gingerly settled himself on the mat before the Council. Naruto was there, a silent observer. He had no say in this particular meeting, his presence being only out of courtesy and grudging respect. Sasuke had a vague idea why he was here, and it had nothing to do with his score on the ANBU exam. It was the Council’s excuse to get him away from those who could defend him, those who could voice for him and crucify him where he sat. His hands folded into fists on his knees and he slowly counted to ten as he held his breath, exhaling so very slowly.
We could destroy them all in an instant, Uchiha said.
No point in that, Orochimaru replied glumly. They’re not worth the effort to finish what time has begun. Few more years and then…
Sasuke said nothing, eyes downcast and drifting here and there, gauging, studying. He wouldn’t attack first, rather waiting for the verbal sparing to begin amongst the elders before he gave a light cough to get their attention once more. The verbal sparring almost came to blows at one point, Sasuke noted amusedly. The Council only existed because trial and error had proved that one man – or woman – couldn’t both rule a village and make choices that were in the best interest of the people. But the Council couldn’t rule the village either, because what young person, shinobi or not, would listen to an –old– person? So thus, the Hokage existed, someone who understood the ninjas needs and personal quirks, who would protect the village from ally or enemy, and would force the ninja to obey whether they wanted to or not. Naruto could easily override what the Council decided and his decision would be supported by the shinobi, but dissent would begin amongst the Council. And, despite their advanced age, were still quite influential to the inner workings of Konoha. A whisper in the right ear would send the village on a roller coaster ride of suspicion and backstabbing, and give new definition to the term ‘running blind’. Without trust between shinobi of the same village, what good were the spy networks and defenses? A village that depended on such things for its survival would be a sitting duck.
“Uchiha Sasuke,” one voice finally rang out, bringing him out of his daydream. Sasuke quickly reviewed what he’d missed of the conversation and fought to control his forming smirk as the debate that had taken place during his zoning had been about village matters, with Naruto’s input as both shinobi and Rokudaime. How interesting that they wanted to avoid the subject of Sasuke for as long as they could. Still, one could only avoid the inevitable for so long and if the council didn’t address him today, they would have to reconvene tomorrow, which prohibited personal plans. As though playing mahjong or bingo was important. Sasuke sighed and decided to agree with Uchiha’s statement that to old people, stupid board games were important. He heard someone’s heartbeat pick up and he realized they were waiting for a reply. Sasuke inclined his head and stared down the old man that headed the Council, leaving no room for another to have his attention. Judging by the several heartbeats that suddenly increased, that made people nervous.
“Uchiha Sasuke, it’s come to our attention that, during your ANBU examination, you displayed homicidal urges toward Uzumaki Naruto, the Rokudaime Hokage of Konohagakure.”
Fancy way of saying you tried to kill the most important ninja of the village, Orochimaru remarked.
Shut up, Sasuke said. The snake-like man chortled quietly and settled back to watch the show. Verbal swordplay between people had never been so interesting. Sasuke canted his head and glanced toward Naruto before replying.
“I wasn’t aware that the ANBU I was fighting was, as you say, the Rokudaime Hokage of Konohagakure.”
Someone snorted to conceal a laugh. Sasuke was sure it had been Naruto. A few of the elderly on the Council had begun to whisper amongst themselves at his reply. It had been snarky. Sasuke figured Uchiha had supplied the tone of voice, being sarcastic and moody as he was. He tried to listen to what they were talking about, but now Orochimaru and Uchiha were arguing again. Sasuke looked helplessly toward Naruto who could only give him a sympathetic smile. Sasuke watched the two leaders of the Council – what were their names again? – raise their hands to motion for silence. Everything hushed, except for Uchiha and Orochimaru’s arguing; nothing, it seemed, could shut them up when they really got going, so Sasuke fought to tune them out. It was easier said than done, but somehow, he managed it. Of course, in concentrating he missed most of the conversation between the elders on the Council and was left clueless. Some god must have liked him when one elderly man leaned forward and asked the easiest question Sasuke could’ve imagined.
“Sasuke-kun, what would you like to do?”
“I want to protect Naruto.”
There had been no hesitation, so assured he was of his answer that Sasuke just blurted it out. Thankfully, the man who had questioned him seemed satisfied as well.
“Then I give the Hokage full responsibility to your well-being. You will report to him, as well as your superior in the ANBU Black Ops, tomorrow.”
Sasuke rose as gracefully as he could, bowing low to the council, then to Naruto, before he excused himself from the room, and tried not to collapse against the wall outside from the sheer relief it was over. The door creaked open not long after Sasuke had emerged, admitting Naruto into the hall. The Hokage merely smiled at Sasuke and reached out for his hand, taking hold of it and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Come on,” Naruto said kindly, “you deserve a drink after that.”
“Do all of your bodyguards-to-be have to go through that?”
Naruto hummed. “Yeah, just about.”
Sasuke sighed and tried to ignore the headache that was forming. Orochimaru and Uchiha were arguing again, but this time Sasuke drowned them out, focusing on Naruto’s voice as a way to keep him in this world instead of sinking into himself to get away from the arguing parasites.
“I’ll get the old team together,” Naruto was saying cheerfully. “Sakura’s been waiting to talk to you.”
Sakura? Sasuke asked himself.
That pink-haired bimbo who was always throwing herself at me, Uchiha replied.
Oh.
THAT Sakura.
“Is it just going to be us?” Sasuke asked, watching Naruto’s back.
“Do you have a problem with that?”
Sasuke could only smile and shake his head a negative, lengthening his stride to keep up with the younger man. Naruto only smiled a little bit, head tilting back at the sound of the footsteps chasing after him and buried the doubt beneath a wall of confidence.