Someday You Will be Loved
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Chapter 6
A/N: Repost. Told you, I’ve been working hard. I wanted to get these chapters posted all together, so that they made sense. This chapter has a lot to take care of, so there will not be just the two parts (Sakura and Konoha). It will most likely have to be in four parts, just to cover everything that needs to be covered. So sit back, relax, and enjoy. Hopefully, anyway.
And thank you to all who review, rate, etc. Your feedback is very welcomed, and it at least lets me know that someone looks at this stuff.
Also, at the bottom of this chapter is a list of all the songs I’ve used as musings for the chapters, inspiration, or even quoted. So you can see the mood for each chapter. The music enhances it to an unbelievable point I think.
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“Someday You Will Be Loved: Chapter 6”
“Come and Rescue me, only you can set me free…”
Yamato flew across the buildings, hopping from roof to roof with a speed that almost made him invisible to any that would look for him. He was a blur, a figment of the imagination.
He had never been to Niigata before, and he hoped to never come back. He was not the type to like the big city, preferring to spend his time near forests. While this was, in some part, due to his Mokuton jutsus, he also just cherished the life of trees. The beauty, the serenity.
The casino had yielded nothing to him, no information, not even a glimpse of his former teammate. Gaara was adamant that it was the correct place, so most likely she was not being kept there.
So he moved on.
He hopped down to the street, the buildings becoming much more sedate and spaced out as he moved into the outskirts of the city. He used backyards to keep off the streets, even though no one would recognize him as a ninja right now.
Trees, his protection, were finally beginning to appear around him, and he used them for his cover and his travel.
There was a clicking over his earpiece.
“Ahh, do we stay where we are or converge on the location?”
He shook his head, pushing the small button on his earpiece as he continued to hop from tree to tree in what was becoming a small forest.
“Do not go near the house. Continue to observe.”
“Hai.”
His clone clicked off the frequency, most likely returning to staring at the grey structure he knew was hidden in the dense trees up ahead.
The ocean near them flashed in and out of existence between the trees, a far off sparkle through the blurring green and brown. It was really a beautiful place to hide such a haunting relic of a family.
He knew little about the Kazedama family, having never been one for gossip. He knew they were criminals, Sakura’s ancestors on her mother’s side, and that they were currently holding her captive. In a way.
When Tsunade informed him of his teammate’s decision and the truth behind her resignation from the village, he thought he would have to go and kill something. It was comparable to him going to Orochimaru for information. It was stupid, mostly. And infuriating.
What upset him the most, though, was that no one had really been there to help her. They had always been a team, even if it was a crazy one. More members than needed, two sensei, traitors and demon vessels and ROOT members.
But they were a team.
They were supposed to support each other, not push everyone away. Without the support mechanism a team provided, most shinobi were dead in the water. He knew Sakura was strong, but she needed her friends as much as they needed her.
“Aah, there’s movement in the gardens.”
“Servants? Guards?”
“No. Two older men. One female. Not the target, either.”
“Continue to observe. Do not move in. We can’t do anything until backup arrives. We have no idea how many guards he has in that house, and he is known to hire nukenin for protection. I will not be strong enough on my own.”
“Wakarimashita.”
The clone’s voice disappeared from his ear again, and he increased his speed a little more. It would be worth it if he could just get a glance at her, make sure she was alright. Even though he doubted he could take all the security in the house, he would try to if he thought she was in danger.
He still couldn’t see grey brick. But he willed it to appear in front of him soon.
“Target sighted.”
He stumbled, almost falling off the branch he had just barely landed on, before stopping and resting a hand against the tree.
“Where?”
“Second floor, balcony. Near the gardens on another wall of the house. Two children with the target. Do we try to make contact?”
He hesistated to give an order.
“Only you can set me free…”
“Do we contact?”
He sighed.
“No.”
He continued on to the next tree, his speed the fastest he could go without assuring that he would be too tired to fight later, if needed.
“Do not contact. She will have to be alone when we finally do try to let her know I’m here.”
“Hai.”
He continued on, hoping the house would appear in front of him soon.
“Aah, well it wouldn’t have done much good anyway. The target has moved inside, I repeat, I no longer have a visual.”
He sighed.
"Keep an eye on the entrances, try to see if there is any movement. We have to stay with her no that we know where she is."
He slowed down just a little, fatigued with the running and the whole situation.
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Akira and Misaki sat near her on the balcony of the second floor living area, Misaki playing a haunting melody on a small violin.
There was a breeze, most likely from the grey clouds sweeping in from over the ocean. Leaves flew about the gardens below them, whispering and colliding with her aunt soft voice and her uncle’s bellows at Jin.
She strained to make sense of what they were saying, but all she could really hear was the changing of voices, the echoes of a shout or a curse. Most likely she was the topic of discussion, something that scared her and made her keep the children as close to her as possible.
“Did you like it, Rika-nee-san?”
She gave her cousin a soft smile, nodding slightly.
“It is very beautiful.”
“Akira bought the music for me. He said…he said that it would suit me.”
Her brother blushed, turning away to hide from the two females. It made Sakura so happy to see that these children, who could have turned out to be monsters, were unaware of the malice in their family.
Well, maybe not unaware.
They knew what went on in the house, but their mother had worked so hard to keep them sweet, innocent as children should be. Neither one even showed a small sign of killing intent, not even like her mother, who always had two very different sides of her personality.
Kazedama versus Haruno. Dangerous versus dependable.
Akira swung around to face them again, a smirk playing on his still-chubby face. He pointed at the television inside, indicating a television program he loved.
“I’m going inside, guys.”
Sakura nodded, and Misaki sat her violin in its nearby case softly. She scooted next to Sakura, almost snuggling to her.
“Rika-nee-san, will you stay with us?”
There were tremors in her voice, and Sakura couldn’t deny her anything.
“You will always be with me, Misaki-chan.”
The fight below them grew even louder, and Sakura moved to take Misaki inside with her brother, but they were interrupted by the appearance of Nanao. She slipped through the open balcony doors as silently as a wraith, gathering her slight jacket about her.
“Rika-chan, we are taking the children into town. Matsu-sama and Jin-sama have business to attend to, and I would rather the children not…well…”
“I understand, Nanao-san.”
“Ah, well, then, maybe we should get going. Do you all need anything before we make our way downstairs?”
Misaki ran to her room to gat her coat, followed closely by her brother. They were gone and back before the two women had time to shut the balcony doors and put the violin case in its place on the shelving near the television.
“We’re ready, okaa-san, nee-san!” they chirped in unison.
The ride to a small marketplace in Niigata was smooth, taking almost an hour but proving to be entertaining with the children out of the house where they felt they could really act their age.
Akira’s jokes gave the trip a light atmosphere, and Misaki bubbly cheer let them all relax and enjoy the outing.
They sifted through a local foods market, then an antique shop that Nanao loved to look in. The children found a toy shop nearby, and begged to be allowed to look inside and pick out a toy for the ride home. The women swiftly agreed, handing each of them some ryou before they escaped into the crowd.
Nanao stopped before a large bureau, mostly made of a dark wine-colored wood, running her hands along it.
“I like this piece.”
“Why do you not buy it then,” Sakura snorted, “I’m sure Matsu-sama can afford it.”
Nanao looked horrified.
“Oh, no! He would never allow anything secondhand in the house. Unless it was in the house before he became the heir. He says that if we are wealthy enough to afford good furniture that it should be new, not used.”
“I knew he had no style.”
The women smiled at each other.
“You could always decorate your own house, Nanao-san.”
She laughed.
“How would I do that?”
“Leave him,” Sakura whispered, glancing around to make sure the bodyguards at the entrance to the store didn’t hear them.
“Sakura,” Nanao whispered, grasping her arm and pulling her to another piece of furniture, acting as if it was the most important piece she had ever seen, “do not say such things. I am unable.”
“I would help you.”
She looked at her niece, this brave woman willing to face everything.
“He would find me,” she muttered.
“No.”
Nanao looked at her, a new light in her old eyes. She was aware that the past weeks had brought a new resolve into Sakura, the resolve to get away from this sentence place on her head. But escape? It wasn’t possible, not with the Kazedama family.
“We shall see?”
“If he was not there to stop us, who would? He has killed most of his associates.”
Nanao’s little smile faded as she recalled the dinner a few nights before.
“Someone will come for me. I have friends that, once they know where I am, will not leave me here. And I will not become his martyr.”
“We shall see, niece.”
They smiled at each other, moving on through the store. The rest of the trip was spent gauging pieces of furniture and whispering with each other, hope finally building in their captive hearts. This was family, and Sakura would not leave them behind. She continued to promise it to them, silently, this elusive freedom they all sought.
"I will remember Decembers of love…”
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“Danzou.”
“Tsunade-sama.”
The Hokage moved aside to let the ANBU unlock the door of the cell, moving inside to secure him before allowing her to step near him.
“We know you gave the order, you realize.”
“I know nothing, Tsunade-sama. I have been here for over a week, now.”
She smiled, sneering at him.
“We have caught your operative. We caught him before he ever reached her, but unfortunately, he was able to carry out his orders. Since, we have not seen any of your ROOT members, but we do know where they are.”
He kept his head high, looking straight into her eyes. Fear was not an emotion he knew, and he wouldn’t show it to her.
“Kabuto is dead, Danzou. Your great plan is in ruins.”
He felt a twinge inside, somewhere deep in his soul, but it never showed on his face. The world continued to swirl into a haze, but he stood proud and tall, sure that he was doing the right thing.
“We know everything. All of it. Did you think we would not find out?”
“I think nothing, Tsunade-sama.”
“I am sure of that, at least,” she snorted, pacing the small cell.
“You have some choice in this matter, Danzou. Public or private? Here, by me, or by someone else?”
He stared at her.
“Please, make this at least somewhat easy. I have a civil war about to break out that needs to be taken care of.”
There was no humanity in his eyes, at least not that the ANBU could see. He looked cold, dead already.
“I would prefer it be private.”
“Very well.” She stopped pacing, hanging her head and staring at the floor. “May I ask why? Why I am such a threat to you?”
“If you do not know, then I hope you are prepared to fight this war a thousand times over before your own end.”
She sighed, looking up at him.
“Jealously is such a petty emotion, Danzou.”
He just looked at her, a small smirk finally showing on his face. She could believe whatever she wanted, and if she thought his greed was at the heart of this, then he would let her be. It was obvious she never really understood what it was to love a country so much you would die for it.
“Very well. Anything you would like to say first?”
He looked at her, so naïve and young in his eyes, still only a girl. She had always been that girl in his eyes, never the woman she was underneath that mask of hers.
“No. Just,” he paused, wondering if his dignity was worth it, “I would wish for Sasami to be buried. I understand if you will not put her on the stone, but at least give her a proper burial.”
She was worth it. She who had served him so faithfully, taken everything he said as truth and light in her dark world.
The Hokage smiled, nodding.
“She was much like you when you were her age. Naïve, young, willing to follow anyone who would lead.” He stared at the Hokage, his back straightening as much as his feeble body would allow. “She was my best soldier, the best of the children I created. I only wish her peace in the afterlife.”
Tsunade nodded again, turning around to motion at a sentinel ANBU near the door of the cell. He nodded, stepping into place next to her.
“Sato Arata, ANBU master Danzou, you are hereby sentenced to execution for your crimes against Konoha, crimes including treason, willful acts of negligence, murder, conspiracy to commit murder, theft, and battery. Do you answer to these crimes?”
“Hai.”
“Your sentence of execution will be carried out in a private manner by the Hokage, the Godaime Tsunade-sama, myself, at 9:45 on October 19th. Do you object to this declaration, or is this the manner and method you chose?”
“Hai.”
“Then, may the Kami have some mercy for you, as we in Konoha shall not.”
Tsunade was lightning-quick, pulling a ceremonial ANBU blade from behind her and killing him in one slice, straight to the neck. He slumped in between the two ANBU who were holding him, and finally, as his heart stopped beating, he was laid on the bed in the cell.
“You will destroy the body. Fire, preferably.”
The ANBU nodded, turning and starting the sequencing for a medium-sized fire jutsu before she was able to set the sword down and leave the room.
The ANBU that had been playing sentinel at the cell turned and followed her, his pace quickening to catch up to her. The mask was untied, sliding down his face to meet his hand.
“Now can I go get Sakura-chan, baa-chan?”
She turned to look at him, shaking her head. Another ANBU came up swiftly behind them, carrying the now-clean ceremonial sword. His mask was already off, tied onto a loop at his waist, and he smacked Naruto in the back of the head.
“There was an execution just now. Have some patience.”
“Teme, I’m not leaving here there.”
“We won’t.”
“So can we go get her, then, baa-chan?!”
“No, baka. We still have one more thing to take care of in the name of Konoha. We have a war to finish.”
Their pace quickened, hurrying along the corridor to reach the elevator that would take them up and out of the depths of hell and into their city. The city that would soon be under complete attack.
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A/N: Look there! Two chapters and an interlude in one week. I have worked on these, trying to make sure everyone got an update. There should only be a chapter left and the epilogue, but those will both probably be twice as long as the normal chapters.
Enjoy, and let me know what you think!
(As yes, a little of the plot against Konoha still needs to be revealed…)
Songs for the Chapters are:
P. “Someday You Will Be Loved” Death Cab for Cutie
1. “I Ran” A Flock of Seagulls
2. “On the Edge” Tokio Hotel and “Do it Again” Stroke 9
3. “I Will Follow You Into the Dark” Death Cab for Cutie and “Fashionably Uninvited” Mellowdrone
4. “Someday You Will Be Loved” and “Passenger Seat” Death Cab for Cutie
I. “I Will Possess Your Heart” Death Cab for Cutie
5. “Here’s to the Night” Eve 6 “Viva la Vida” Coldplay
6. “Rescue Me” and “Scream” Tokio Hotel and “Decembers of Love” Imogen Heap
7. “Realize” Colbie Caillat and “Paranoid Android” Radiohead
E. “Someday You Will Be Loved” Death Cab for Cutie
“Viva la Vida” is sooo Danzou’s anthem. Listen to it. And it should be obvious what band really plays as my muse for this story. Because without them, the idea would never have been born.
And thank you to all who review, rate, etc. Your feedback is very welcomed, and it at least lets me know that someone looks at this stuff.
Also, at the bottom of this chapter is a list of all the songs I’ve used as musings for the chapters, inspiration, or even quoted. So you can see the mood for each chapter. The music enhances it to an unbelievable point I think.
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“Someday You Will Be Loved: Chapter 6”
“Come and Rescue me, only you can set me free…”
Yamato flew across the buildings, hopping from roof to roof with a speed that almost made him invisible to any that would look for him. He was a blur, a figment of the imagination.
He had never been to Niigata before, and he hoped to never come back. He was not the type to like the big city, preferring to spend his time near forests. While this was, in some part, due to his Mokuton jutsus, he also just cherished the life of trees. The beauty, the serenity.
The casino had yielded nothing to him, no information, not even a glimpse of his former teammate. Gaara was adamant that it was the correct place, so most likely she was not being kept there.
So he moved on.
He hopped down to the street, the buildings becoming much more sedate and spaced out as he moved into the outskirts of the city. He used backyards to keep off the streets, even though no one would recognize him as a ninja right now.
Trees, his protection, were finally beginning to appear around him, and he used them for his cover and his travel.
There was a clicking over his earpiece.
“Ahh, do we stay where we are or converge on the location?”
He shook his head, pushing the small button on his earpiece as he continued to hop from tree to tree in what was becoming a small forest.
“Do not go near the house. Continue to observe.”
“Hai.”
His clone clicked off the frequency, most likely returning to staring at the grey structure he knew was hidden in the dense trees up ahead.
The ocean near them flashed in and out of existence between the trees, a far off sparkle through the blurring green and brown. It was really a beautiful place to hide such a haunting relic of a family.
He knew little about the Kazedama family, having never been one for gossip. He knew they were criminals, Sakura’s ancestors on her mother’s side, and that they were currently holding her captive. In a way.
When Tsunade informed him of his teammate’s decision and the truth behind her resignation from the village, he thought he would have to go and kill something. It was comparable to him going to Orochimaru for information. It was stupid, mostly. And infuriating.
What upset him the most, though, was that no one had really been there to help her. They had always been a team, even if it was a crazy one. More members than needed, two sensei, traitors and demon vessels and ROOT members.
But they were a team.
They were supposed to support each other, not push everyone away. Without the support mechanism a team provided, most shinobi were dead in the water. He knew Sakura was strong, but she needed her friends as much as they needed her.
“Aah, there’s movement in the gardens.”
“Servants? Guards?”
“No. Two older men. One female. Not the target, either.”
“Continue to observe. Do not move in. We can’t do anything until backup arrives. We have no idea how many guards he has in that house, and he is known to hire nukenin for protection. I will not be strong enough on my own.”
“Wakarimashita.”
The clone’s voice disappeared from his ear again, and he increased his speed a little more. It would be worth it if he could just get a glance at her, make sure she was alright. Even though he doubted he could take all the security in the house, he would try to if he thought she was in danger.
He still couldn’t see grey brick. But he willed it to appear in front of him soon.
“Target sighted.”
He stumbled, almost falling off the branch he had just barely landed on, before stopping and resting a hand against the tree.
“Where?”
“Second floor, balcony. Near the gardens on another wall of the house. Two children with the target. Do we try to make contact?”
He hesistated to give an order.
“Only you can set me free…”
“Do we contact?”
He sighed.
“No.”
He continued on to the next tree, his speed the fastest he could go without assuring that he would be too tired to fight later, if needed.
“Do not contact. She will have to be alone when we finally do try to let her know I’m here.”
“Hai.”
He continued on, hoping the house would appear in front of him soon.
“Aah, well it wouldn’t have done much good anyway. The target has moved inside, I repeat, I no longer have a visual.”
He sighed.
"Keep an eye on the entrances, try to see if there is any movement. We have to stay with her no that we know where she is."
He slowed down just a little, fatigued with the running and the whole situation.
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Akira and Misaki sat near her on the balcony of the second floor living area, Misaki playing a haunting melody on a small violin.
There was a breeze, most likely from the grey clouds sweeping in from over the ocean. Leaves flew about the gardens below them, whispering and colliding with her aunt soft voice and her uncle’s bellows at Jin.
She strained to make sense of what they were saying, but all she could really hear was the changing of voices, the echoes of a shout or a curse. Most likely she was the topic of discussion, something that scared her and made her keep the children as close to her as possible.
“Did you like it, Rika-nee-san?”
She gave her cousin a soft smile, nodding slightly.
“It is very beautiful.”
“Akira bought the music for me. He said…he said that it would suit me.”
Her brother blushed, turning away to hide from the two females. It made Sakura so happy to see that these children, who could have turned out to be monsters, were unaware of the malice in their family.
Well, maybe not unaware.
They knew what went on in the house, but their mother had worked so hard to keep them sweet, innocent as children should be. Neither one even showed a small sign of killing intent, not even like her mother, who always had two very different sides of her personality.
Kazedama versus Haruno. Dangerous versus dependable.
Akira swung around to face them again, a smirk playing on his still-chubby face. He pointed at the television inside, indicating a television program he loved.
“I’m going inside, guys.”
Sakura nodded, and Misaki sat her violin in its nearby case softly. She scooted next to Sakura, almost snuggling to her.
“Rika-nee-san, will you stay with us?”
There were tremors in her voice, and Sakura couldn’t deny her anything.
“You will always be with me, Misaki-chan.”
The fight below them grew even louder, and Sakura moved to take Misaki inside with her brother, but they were interrupted by the appearance of Nanao. She slipped through the open balcony doors as silently as a wraith, gathering her slight jacket about her.
“Rika-chan, we are taking the children into town. Matsu-sama and Jin-sama have business to attend to, and I would rather the children not…well…”
“I understand, Nanao-san.”
“Ah, well, then, maybe we should get going. Do you all need anything before we make our way downstairs?”
Misaki ran to her room to gat her coat, followed closely by her brother. They were gone and back before the two women had time to shut the balcony doors and put the violin case in its place on the shelving near the television.
“We’re ready, okaa-san, nee-san!” they chirped in unison.
The ride to a small marketplace in Niigata was smooth, taking almost an hour but proving to be entertaining with the children out of the house where they felt they could really act their age.
Akira’s jokes gave the trip a light atmosphere, and Misaki bubbly cheer let them all relax and enjoy the outing.
They sifted through a local foods market, then an antique shop that Nanao loved to look in. The children found a toy shop nearby, and begged to be allowed to look inside and pick out a toy for the ride home. The women swiftly agreed, handing each of them some ryou before they escaped into the crowd.
Nanao stopped before a large bureau, mostly made of a dark wine-colored wood, running her hands along it.
“I like this piece.”
“Why do you not buy it then,” Sakura snorted, “I’m sure Matsu-sama can afford it.”
Nanao looked horrified.
“Oh, no! He would never allow anything secondhand in the house. Unless it was in the house before he became the heir. He says that if we are wealthy enough to afford good furniture that it should be new, not used.”
“I knew he had no style.”
The women smiled at each other.
“You could always decorate your own house, Nanao-san.”
She laughed.
“How would I do that?”
“Leave him,” Sakura whispered, glancing around to make sure the bodyguards at the entrance to the store didn’t hear them.
“Sakura,” Nanao whispered, grasping her arm and pulling her to another piece of furniture, acting as if it was the most important piece she had ever seen, “do not say such things. I am unable.”
“I would help you.”
She looked at her niece, this brave woman willing to face everything.
“He would find me,” she muttered.
“No.”
Nanao looked at her, a new light in her old eyes. She was aware that the past weeks had brought a new resolve into Sakura, the resolve to get away from this sentence place on her head. But escape? It wasn’t possible, not with the Kazedama family.
“We shall see?”
“If he was not there to stop us, who would? He has killed most of his associates.”
Nanao’s little smile faded as she recalled the dinner a few nights before.
“Someone will come for me. I have friends that, once they know where I am, will not leave me here. And I will not become his martyr.”
“We shall see, niece.”
They smiled at each other, moving on through the store. The rest of the trip was spent gauging pieces of furniture and whispering with each other, hope finally building in their captive hearts. This was family, and Sakura would not leave them behind. She continued to promise it to them, silently, this elusive freedom they all sought.
"I will remember Decembers of love…”
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“Danzou.”
“Tsunade-sama.”
The Hokage moved aside to let the ANBU unlock the door of the cell, moving inside to secure him before allowing her to step near him.
“We know you gave the order, you realize.”
“I know nothing, Tsunade-sama. I have been here for over a week, now.”
She smiled, sneering at him.
“We have caught your operative. We caught him before he ever reached her, but unfortunately, he was able to carry out his orders. Since, we have not seen any of your ROOT members, but we do know where they are.”
He kept his head high, looking straight into her eyes. Fear was not an emotion he knew, and he wouldn’t show it to her.
“Kabuto is dead, Danzou. Your great plan is in ruins.”
He felt a twinge inside, somewhere deep in his soul, but it never showed on his face. The world continued to swirl into a haze, but he stood proud and tall, sure that he was doing the right thing.
“We know everything. All of it. Did you think we would not find out?”
“I think nothing, Tsunade-sama.”
“I am sure of that, at least,” she snorted, pacing the small cell.
“You have some choice in this matter, Danzou. Public or private? Here, by me, or by someone else?”
He stared at her.
“Please, make this at least somewhat easy. I have a civil war about to break out that needs to be taken care of.”
There was no humanity in his eyes, at least not that the ANBU could see. He looked cold, dead already.
“I would prefer it be private.”
“Very well.” She stopped pacing, hanging her head and staring at the floor. “May I ask why? Why I am such a threat to you?”
“If you do not know, then I hope you are prepared to fight this war a thousand times over before your own end.”
She sighed, looking up at him.
“Jealously is such a petty emotion, Danzou.”
He just looked at her, a small smirk finally showing on his face. She could believe whatever she wanted, and if she thought his greed was at the heart of this, then he would let her be. It was obvious she never really understood what it was to love a country so much you would die for it.
“Very well. Anything you would like to say first?”
He looked at her, so naïve and young in his eyes, still only a girl. She had always been that girl in his eyes, never the woman she was underneath that mask of hers.
“No. Just,” he paused, wondering if his dignity was worth it, “I would wish for Sasami to be buried. I understand if you will not put her on the stone, but at least give her a proper burial.”
She was worth it. She who had served him so faithfully, taken everything he said as truth and light in her dark world.
The Hokage smiled, nodding.
“She was much like you when you were her age. Naïve, young, willing to follow anyone who would lead.” He stared at the Hokage, his back straightening as much as his feeble body would allow. “She was my best soldier, the best of the children I created. I only wish her peace in the afterlife.”
Tsunade nodded again, turning around to motion at a sentinel ANBU near the door of the cell. He nodded, stepping into place next to her.
“Sato Arata, ANBU master Danzou, you are hereby sentenced to execution for your crimes against Konoha, crimes including treason, willful acts of negligence, murder, conspiracy to commit murder, theft, and battery. Do you answer to these crimes?”
“Hai.”
“Your sentence of execution will be carried out in a private manner by the Hokage, the Godaime Tsunade-sama, myself, at 9:45 on October 19th. Do you object to this declaration, or is this the manner and method you chose?”
“Hai.”
“Then, may the Kami have some mercy for you, as we in Konoha shall not.”
Tsunade was lightning-quick, pulling a ceremonial ANBU blade from behind her and killing him in one slice, straight to the neck. He slumped in between the two ANBU who were holding him, and finally, as his heart stopped beating, he was laid on the bed in the cell.
“You will destroy the body. Fire, preferably.”
The ANBU nodded, turning and starting the sequencing for a medium-sized fire jutsu before she was able to set the sword down and leave the room.
The ANBU that had been playing sentinel at the cell turned and followed her, his pace quickening to catch up to her. The mask was untied, sliding down his face to meet his hand.
“Now can I go get Sakura-chan, baa-chan?”
She turned to look at him, shaking her head. Another ANBU came up swiftly behind them, carrying the now-clean ceremonial sword. His mask was already off, tied onto a loop at his waist, and he smacked Naruto in the back of the head.
“There was an execution just now. Have some patience.”
“Teme, I’m not leaving here there.”
“We won’t.”
“So can we go get her, then, baa-chan?!”
“No, baka. We still have one more thing to take care of in the name of Konoha. We have a war to finish.”
Their pace quickened, hurrying along the corridor to reach the elevator that would take them up and out of the depths of hell and into their city. The city that would soon be under complete attack.
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A/N: Look there! Two chapters and an interlude in one week. I have worked on these, trying to make sure everyone got an update. There should only be a chapter left and the epilogue, but those will both probably be twice as long as the normal chapters.
Enjoy, and let me know what you think!
(As yes, a little of the plot against Konoha still needs to be revealed…)
Songs for the Chapters are:
P. “Someday You Will Be Loved” Death Cab for Cutie
1. “I Ran” A Flock of Seagulls
2. “On the Edge” Tokio Hotel and “Do it Again” Stroke 9
3. “I Will Follow You Into the Dark” Death Cab for Cutie and “Fashionably Uninvited” Mellowdrone
4. “Someday You Will Be Loved” and “Passenger Seat” Death Cab for Cutie
I. “I Will Possess Your Heart” Death Cab for Cutie
5. “Here’s to the Night” Eve 6 “Viva la Vida” Coldplay
6. “Rescue Me” and “Scream” Tokio Hotel and “Decembers of Love” Imogen Heap
7. “Realize” Colbie Caillat and “Paranoid Android” Radiohead
E. “Someday You Will Be Loved” Death Cab for Cutie
“Viva la Vida” is sooo Danzou’s anthem. Listen to it. And it should be obvious what band really plays as my muse for this story. Because without them, the idea would never have been born.