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Author's Note: For those that haven't, please reread the previous chapter. I replaced the first section to hopefully be less contentious and remove the unfortunate implications. Thank you for your patience and feedback!
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The moment Anko saw Shimoda Daisuke, she wanted him inside her.
That urge alone rang dozens of alarm bells and raised every single emotional defense she had. The only thing that followed feelings like that were of being used, heartache and a black hole of sorrow. He was her client, of course, so she had to be polite, but that didn't mean he wasn't getting anything out of her. No sir. She was done with that.
She was remembering this as she was examining a tea set in an old antique store. The cups were made of wood, the cloth a fine silk. An ancient but well cared for from what she could tell, reluctantly parted with.
But then Daisuke respected her space, which was decent of him. Kept things civil, beyond the request to walk beside him instead of behind him so he could catch a glimpse every once in a while. The thought was appealing in it's own way, but no. Mitarashi Anko had a job to do.
She set the set down, carefully putting it back in it's bamboo-weave basket with the reverence such a set was due, then placed it in the shopping basket slung over her arm. Then she went to the next one. This one was relatively new. Made of white porcelain, painted with flowers.
This, she put away immediately. Tea sets were meant to be simple, and she was a snob about her tea sets. It was meant to be simple, meditative. The ceremony, a spiritual experience. Hospitality, respect, all things she wanted to share with her new boyfriend.
Anko sighed contentedly.
The first hint that Daisuke, perhaps, might be different than her...other boyfriends, was when he had stuck up for her after she had foolishly left an opening for ROOT to kidnap him. She saw what she had done, then so did the Hokage. A normal genin would've taken credit for killing two highly trained ANBU division Shinobi, then she would've been taken off the mission, and likely Court Martialed.
Not her boyfriend.
He gave all the credit to her, acting like an excited twelve year old he supposedly was, saving her mission and her career.
Daisuke, if nothing else, was thoughtful. Something he demonstrated repeatedly by doing small, sweet kindnesses. Doing the dishes without being asked, sharing the fruits of his Fuinjutsu Experimentation by making her a glass of chocolate milk...the little things.
Of course, she was soon sharply reminded that she wanted to jump his bones, in spite of him being a little young, was when he sparred with a prodigy Hyuuga and blocked his tenketsu.
Anko still couldn't believe Daisuke did that. Then his brutally efficient take down once his challenge was completed...oh, that sent lightning bolts through her body in the best way possible. But, she had to make sure. No one was completely unflappable. Not really.
...so Anko did the stupidest thing she had ever done in her life and threw a kunai at her client.
He didn't even flinch.
He complimented her aim.
He stole her heart.
Anko smiled at the memory, the feeling of certainty that he was the one to make her happy, to complete her. Of their goodbye, feeling his lips against hers, his chakra strings pulling her in, demanding her touch, her snakes similarly encircling him, pressing them against each other. She remembered wanting to go further, but her oath of so long ago came to her mind and she...had to break it off.
Daisuke was nothing but supportive, which she appreciated. Anko was pretty sure her barriers to his touch were made of wet paper at this point, so his respecting of her wishes was beautiful... even though part of her wished he'd just grab her throat, force her to the ground and finally take what was his.
She was a bottom, and certainly not dead.
Anko shook her head. Time for that later. Maybe.
But it was this care in mind that she was looking for a tea set. Something that embodied the careful virtue they were cultivating together that could easily be destroyed the second he lost control, because she would not resist.
A set of wood. Daisuke was not wood. He was stone, and steel. Blue like lightning, relentless like thunder, unyielding like a mountain. Another set of porcelain, this one white and otherwise unpainted. Good, but not quite what she was looking for.
This one was a steel set. Automatically, she didn't like this one. Daisuke was steel, she was not. She was a snake. A pretty snake, as Daisuke put it, a temptress, a dealer of death by instant strikes and venom.
...Daisuke told her she'd make a 'heck of a Mom'. Children were something that she had always wanted. The title of Mother had an almost mythical allure to her that maybe was starting to get closer and closer to reality. In her mind, she used to figure that any child would be fine. Maybe. Someone to cuddle, love, dote on, mother. Now...she wanted Daisuke's children.
Physically, he was a little young. Sure. She admitted it made her feel a little awkward. Just a little. But he didn't act young. Whether it was that he was just an old soul, made more mature by his bloodline or what but with how he acted, it was almost easy to forget that he was fresh out of the academy.
Two cups, ladles, cloths to ceremonially clean the implements. Artfully placed in the box of bamboo.
On a practical level, she knew Daisuke was still human. He didn't seem like it most days, but she knew he had limits, personal weaknesses, just like she did. In particular his resistance to being called a child or a kid struck her as being of note. On the surface, it was a Genin being insistent that because he was technically an adult now meant he should be treated like one but it seemed deeper than that.
Like it was an open wound that got poked whenever he was called a child.
As much as Anko believed it would be helpful for him to come out and talk about it, trying to force the issue would only make him more upset, this she learned by hard experience. She had to use both hands to count the relationships she ruined by being emotionally pushy.
And she did ruin them. She was the one who created problems or contributed to existing ones because of her pride and unwillingness to accept his limitations.
It was a long night at the end of a bottle when she figured that out.
...why couldn't they change?
Well, why couldn't she change?
Anko took a deep breath and let it go.
It was a bad idea to get into that downward spiral of questions. No. She was here to get a new tea-set to host a ceremony for her boyfriend with. It was a new beginning, hopefully one with a happy ending.
The next tea set...was white, of course. But it had a single sakura blossom painted on both cups. A symbol of renewal, painted tastefully in a way that few of other other mass produced sets could match. A new beginning for her and, if Daisuke and her wound up marrying...for both of them.
Anko put this set away, and placed it in her shopping basket.
She had found what she was looking for.
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"I told you to get lost, Naruto!"
Naruto rubbed his jaw in annoyance as he walked away from the academy. He felt depressed and down trodden as his crush, the prettiest girl in Konoha had turned him down. Again. With that impressive right hook of hers.
"Naruto!"
The boy looked and saw Satoshi, waving with a genial smile on his face as he caught up. "I'm glad to see you! How have you been?"
"I'm fine!" Naruto said with a smile, only to wince in pain as his jaw acted up. "Ow."
"Oh, did that girl hurt you?" Satoshi asked, frowning in sympathy. "The one with the pink hair?"
Naruto winced. "You saw that?"
"I'm afraid I did," Satoshi said with a nod. "So, how's the quest for that scroll I told you about?"
"It's...it's going okay," Naruto said with narrowed eyes. "You know, the Hokage asked me about you. Said you've been talking with enemies of the village!"
"Is that so?" Satoshi asked with alarm. "Who on earth would...oh, right. The bird creature. I remember it. I'm afraid I was only trying to save my own life."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Naruto asked with a glare.
"Well, I was walking down a dark alleyway here in the village one night," Satoshi began to explain. "When I was jumped by a large...bird-man. Truly massive, with it's beak shining in the moonlight. I can only assume it was some form of advanced Henge. I disarmed it and we talked."
"How did you disarm it?" Naruto asked, looking downright amazed.
"Why, with a compliment, of course!" Satoshi said with a smile. "I told it that I was impressed with it's ability to jump from the shadows with such stealth and finesse. It even thanked me!"
"It thanked you?" Naruto asked, flabbergasted. "It nearly killed Daisuke!"
"Did it?" Satoshi asked, looking aghast. "I am so sorry, I didn't know. The creature kept talking about a boy in blue. Is that-?"
"Daisuke? Yeah." Naruto glared, folding his arms. "He started wearing a blue jumpsuit a while ago. And the Hokage said that you had something to do about it."
"Well, I gave him some encouragement and that made him feel good enough to leave me alone," Satoshi replied, bringing his hands up like he was making a plea. "I truly didn't know who he was talking about."
"Okay, well," Naruto started. "You should go talk to the Hokage, get it straightened out. I can bring you too him."
"No, no," Satoshi shook his head. "That's quite alright, but thank you for the offer. I can make it there on my own. Perhaps I'll run into Shimoda-kun as well, and we can clear this misunderstanding right up."
"Yeah, you should do that," Naruto replied, nodding.
"So, about the scroll," Satoshi began.
"What about it?" Naruto asked.
"Well, if you haven't gotten it yet, clearly you have a good reason," Satoshi replied, his head tilting while a curious expression painting itself across his face. "I was wondering what your plans were to take it?"
"I don't know," Naruto shrugged. "The top three levels of the library don't have windows and they're locked by some kind of reinforced gate that the librarian closes when it's time to shut down for the night."
Satoshi hummed. "Quite a conundrum! Walk with me."
The two started walking side-by-side.
"So if one path is closed to you, that just means you need to find the key," Satoshi began. "What do you think that means, Naruto?"
"I need a jutsu to get past the door?" Naruto asked.
"Bright boy!" Satoshi beamed down at the blonde, making him feel really, really good. "Bright boy. Yes, that is the correct answer. You need another jutsu. Did you have a specific jutsu in mind?"
"No," Naruto said, kicking the dirt beneath his shoe. "I don't know of any other jutsu. Do you know? Can you teach me a cool jutsu?"
"Can I teach you?" Satoshi asked airily. "Of course I could. Easily. But this is about taking power for yourself. Without help, remember?"
"I just don't want to ask Daisuke," Naruto remarked with a surly glare. "He's always been better than me at everything, I don't need him rubbing my nose in it."
"Is that so?" Satoshi said. "Well, then. I have another test for you."
"Another test?" Naruto whined. "Come on! Really? Can't you just teach me right now?"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Satoshi gently admonished. "It's a very simple thing. Satoshi, you see, is not my only name."
"It's not?" Naruto frowned. "Are you like a spy or something?"
"Hardly," Satoshi answered with a grin. "Different people know me by different names. But, see, I am known throughout the Elemental Nations by one specific name. So the test is simple! Tell me who I am."
"You're famous," Naruto stated, blinking owlishly at the older man.
"Oh, quite famous," Satoshi replied. "Still, if you can't get it, then I can point you in the direction of a technique which will let you get to the Summoning Scroll."
"Really?" Naruto asked, his confusion forgotten. "Where is it?"
"Do you know what a Kinjutsu is?" Satoshi asked.
Naruto started to talk, but then lost track of what he was saying. Then he tried again, only to realize that this was the wrong answer. Satoshi, if he was annoyed at the blonde's slowness, didn't show it.
"It's a forbidden jutsu?" Naruto asked.
"Very good," Satoshi replied, giving a nod of approval. "Now, I believe you've got a glimpse of the scroll of Kinjutsu on the top floor of the academy? In the Hokage's suite?"
"I...yeah!" Naruto nodded. "Is that what the big black scroll is?"
"That's right," Satoshi answered with a happy nod. "Now I'm afraid the sheer amount of trouble you'd be in for stealing the scroll would be significant, I'm afraid. But in that scroll are several techniques that can get you to the scroll with the summoning Jutsu."
"But I can get it," Naruto said, adopting a meditative expression, cupping his chin and looking to the clouds. "Ah, I'd have to put the a fake in it's place while I'm learning it. But what kind of trouble would I be in?"
"Life imprisonment," Satoshi replied, to Naruto's shock. "But is it worth it to get to a place where people like you...for you?"
Naruto folded his arms and looked down and to the side, away from Satoshi's head. "I don't know."
"Assessing the risk is an important part of every venture," Satoshi nodded approvingly. "Caution is a virtue. Of course, if you figure out who I am, I can just teach you the jutsu on those scrolls, no need to take the risk, am I right?"
Naruto grunted. "Can I have a hint, Satoshi? Please?"
Satoshi hummed. "I'll give you two as a gesture of good faith."
"Really?" Naruto beamed. "Thanks!"
Satoshi snapped his fingers. In a plume of smoke, there emerged a scythe in his hand. The handle perfectly straight and so black that it made Naruto's eyes hurt just to look at it. The blade was of crimson steel, curving slightly and gleaming wickedly in the sunlight. "My favored weapon is a scythe."
"Okay," Naruto looked at it, feeling perhaps for the first time in his life an eerie chill rush down his spine like a spider made of ice. What's worse, there was a sick feeling in the pit of his gullet, like something was telling him to run and never stop.
"And I am very, very, very old," Satoshi said, snapping his fingers and making the scythe disappear, leaving only the memory of his feelings. "That, combined with everything else you know about me, should be enough to piece together my identity."
"So your name really isn't Satoshi," Naruto stated carefully.
"It is, actually, Satoshi," he replied. "But that is not the name the Elemental Nations know me by. Find that, and I will teach you anything you wish to know."
"Okay," Naruto said, looking from side to side, noting that the street was empty for some reason in the middle of the day. "Are you sure you can't teach me something now?"
"Oh, I'll give you one lesson," Satoshi replied. "A life lesson, not a jutsu."
"Yeah? What is it?" Naruto asked with a frown.
"The girl who nearly cost you a tooth," Satoshi began with an impassive expression. "You must never trouble her again."
"But she's the prettiest girl in the village!" Naruto debated hotly. "If I can get her to treat me like I'm somebody, I can get anyone in this village to respect me!"
"You obtain respect by treating yourself like you're somebody and training yourself to realize your potential," Satoshi corrected. "Earning respect is like punching a mountain, if you do not have the strength, you only break your hands trying to force it."
"Yeah, well," Naruto folded his arms and frowned deeply, like a child being scolded by a parent. "What does that have to do with Sakura?"
"She has repeatedly told you that she is not interested in you," Satoshi plainly stated. "You cannot force her to change her mind and every attempt to fight it will only fuel her resistance and add to her resentment."
"But Sasuke would be terrible for her," Naruto whined, trying to get him to understand his position. "She thinks she can change him but he's just going to treat her like trash because he's an arrogant jerk!"
"Then let her find that out for herself and find someone that truly wants you," Satoshi insisted. "You cannot teach someone a lesson they do not wish to accept and if you continue along this road, you will bring yourself nothing but pain."
Naruto harrumphed and walked ahead.
Satoshi simply shrugged, turned on his heels and walked in the opposite direction.
Naruto found himself startled when he nearly ran into someone standing on front of a merchant stall. Suddenly, the street was filled with people once again.
Where did all these people come from? Naruto asked in bewilderment. The street was empty!
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Author's Note: Speaking of the mini-rewrite I did last chapter, I actually like it a lot better. I wrote the first iteration while I was really tired and after I vetoed another scene idea in its entirety – I actually initially planned on having Daisuke go see the town for a bit before heading back to the hotel and meet Tsunade and Shizune. Unfortunately, while this would be 100% in character for a PC to do in an RPG, in a real life scenario made him a giant douche, so I was trying to write stream of conciousness, drawing on the same, insane thought processes that I go through early in the morning in a haze before I get up. Sadly, this made him look like a giant douche.
Sadly, the scene didn't really accomplish much for the story and you guys all took issue with it, so I rewrote it into what it is now. I like it, it actually shows Daisuke making progress in response to a near death experience in a concrete way, as opposed to the abstract way of the previous draft.
Now, for this chapter.
I recognize that it's a bit short, but I really ran out of ideas. I had an idea for a segment involving a character that hadn't been properly introduced, but one of the rules of the fic is that a character cannot have an interlude until they've been introduced in the main story and I've already broke that rule once.
Hopefully, you guys consider this as having a fuller picture of Anko. Shopping for a tea set was an idea I got from one of you, though I don't remember who. Which is a tragedy, because they deserve all the credit for such a brilliant idea. The Japanese Tea Ceremony is something of fascination of mine since it's more than just a get-together; it's almost like a sacred ordinance in Japanese culture. The fact that it's listed as a hobby of Anko's makes her a fairly spiritual person, in my opinion.
As for Naruto, there was a time when I considered Sakura a terrible, terrible person for the physical abuse she heaps on Naruto. While some of the time, it may be undeserved, but I understand the habit developed because Naruto, strong personality that he is, would not take no for an answer and she's starting to run out of options for dealing with a boy that has limitless stamina and is otherwise insanely tough and will not take no for an answer.
Let me know what you think.
Until the next time!
~Fulcon