Naruto : Uchiha : Chapter 80

"Who the hell are you!" Naruto asked, his voice as icy as the coldest of glaciers. Perching upon a tree like a hawk looking to scout out it's prey, his deadly eyes glared down into her very soul.

Her voice too wasn't helpless, it was almost ... happy?!

...

Her tear stricken face was now lit up with a warm smile, as if she were a five-year-old. A little child whose dropped candy had just been replaced.

A five-year-old drenched head to toe in blood that is…

The way she licked her lips would have been missed by anyone but him in this dark of an environment. It was almost insane, twisted.

She chewed on her lip softly, eyeing him in all the conjured up interest of the world.

If not for his perfectly timed substitution, instead of that unfortunate log - he would have been the one to have been staked by a couple dozen of chains at all of his vital organs.

Chains that had sprouted out from the ground from Kami knows where, and when the hell had she created it?! Was the question he was asking himself again and again.

"Who killed the people in the village?" his question was simple, only an attempt to buy some time to gauge out his surroundings. The question had almost gone unheard by the girl in front of him.

Almost.

"A monster."

Her simple answer, said so simply that he might have believed it to be joke had she not been looking so innocent right now.

Innocently deadly.

Those words made him stop all his scouting, and glare down at her murderously.

"You-" he hissed, everything falling into place now. Her dripping chains, her blood covered body and clothes and her almost crazy demeanor.

It made his blood boil to the limits upon imagining just how many lives she had taken to get herself into the condition she was in right now.

His glare, intensified by his signature eyes would have made any normal shinobi nervous for even a sliver of a second.

But she was no normal shinobi, or person for that matter.

"Don't look at me like that please…" the way she flicked her head to the side, looking down a little - as if she were turning a bit shy from his stare all the while rubbing her naked arm off the cold with her left palm.

She was wearing a simple sleeveless frock coming to her knees, with no footwear whatsoever on her feet.

So, it was only natural.

But that probably meant she had shinobi training. Since there wasn't so much as a scratch on her flawless legs that she was rubbing together : a bit nervously to be precise or was it something else entirely?!.

"And who is the monster?" he asked in a voice that sounded a lot more intimidating and cold as compared to the one he had used a moment ago. Twisting his blade to let a little of the moonlight blind her eyes and conjuring up some chakra in his legs to get ready for what was to come.

He looked ready to go in for the kill while his hair shadowed his eyes to make sure his eyes gave away nothing or so much as a hint to his next move as ws taught to him by Tobirama himself.

And it made quite an intimidating sight to behold. While his form was accentuated in the dark with a small flicker of the nearby streetlamp being the only main source of light in the clearing…

It certainly would have done his mentor proud of his pupil had he seen how he was handling himself in a situation he had no idea what was about to come.

And as stupid as his question was - since he already knew the answer. He had asked it to make sure he was right before he got started on dishing out what he had in store for her.

And with a little shy glance from the innocent girl, the answer to his question came.

"Me."

And just with that small whisper, all hell broke loose ...

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Meanwhile

Konoha hospital

"How are you doing today?"

"As fine a man in my condition, I suppose…."

The sarcastic, almost dry remark to the warm and caring voice was quite the opposite, instead inclining to cold and indifferent when compared.

And it did earn said bearer of the remark a bonk over his head…

"Is that any way to talk to a person?"

"Is that any way to treat your injured Kage?"

The banter caused the two involved parties to glare at each other. Crossing her arms underneath her moderate bosoms, Mito narrowed her eyes at Tobirama - prompting him to return the favor in full heft which led to the same result as to their previous bout…

He was bonked on his head…

Again.

It annoyed him to no end - not like he could do anything about it other than rub his sore head as best as he could, while Mito started jotting down something over her clipboard. It seemed pretty important, and if the past few days were any indications…

It would make his life even more miserable.

Let the world be known, Tobirama Senju hated hospitals.

But he absolutely despised any that housed any of his relatives. In the past, it was his annoying brother. Now his wife had taken up the mantle of said job to make his life even worse.

"I'm fine now." it didn't seem his grumble reached the Uzumaki woman's ears. And if it did, she had done quite an impressive job to conceal it.

He sighed in defeat.

How longer would he be scooped up in a hospital with just four walls and a beeping machine…

Did he mention how annoying that 'beep' was to humans after prolonged exposure?

Well if he hadn't, he was mentioning it now.

"Let me be the judge of that." her regal voice made it clear he was audible to her, so neither was he dumb nor was she deaf…

"Then may I be so inclined as to leave?" as polite as an emotionless man like him could be, he had tried his best with that.

"No."

Curse that stubborn woman.

"Why?" his eye twitched seeing her jot down yet another remark on her clipboard, and did he mention her smile was getting wider by the second?

She was probably enjoying preparing his 'meals'. If that filth they served here could be called edible enough to be referred to as food that is. Now, do remember, Tobirama Senju didn't complain for such trivial matters.

No, he was quite a patient man.

So much so, his patience were a testament to his title in some nations.

But that food wasn't even fit for tortured prisoners.

The first thing he was doing as soon as he got out…

Dispose off the chefs that were degrading patient's life with no evidence, replace them with some who could create actual 'food' - and ban Mito from ever treating him.

He put that last point on top of all priorities…

Hell, death was now seeming better to him.

"Just because I feel like it." her nonchalant answer got a death glare from him.

She ignored it and tucked a free lock of hair behind her ear as gracefully as ever, finding it more amusing than the childishly acting man in front of her.

His final sigh did let her know he was defeated now.

As much as she found it childish to believe too, she felt quite proud of it.

At least the man was beatable, one way or the other.

And this was the most outgoing she had seen him ever since he was informed of Sasuke's comatose state.

She had been mindful enough to have Sasuke be moved into a separate room, so as to take Tobirama's mind off the man and lessen his own self loathing by a few notches.

It had worked like a charm, though the headaches for security petitions to the council and the personal guards were a different matter altogether.

But she could be quite persuasive when she needed to be…

"Tsunade's on a mission…" in an attempt to make small talk, she spoke the first thing that came to mind. She had seen her granddaughter leave with Hiruzen and the squad a while back, but hadn't made any actual contact with them.

"I see." his voice was as indifferent as ever, and it made her eyebrow knit together in slight annoyance.

He could at least act like he cared.

A small huff and turning away of her head the other way while she took a seat upon his bed did enough to gain his attention. Tobirama knew in that moment, that if he didn't rectify this problem right here and now - he would pay for it later on.

She was his dietitian too after all…

"And Naruto?" he could only see a bit of her face since she was looking away, but her lips did twitch upwards ever so slightly seeing his interest in these matters pertaining to family.

So he knew he was safe, at least for now…

"He must be too, after all he did say he's going to take a mission today too…" her carefree shrug of shoulders did tell him that was all she knew.

So once more, silence reigned supreme in the room.

"I can't believe Naruto says the 'old man is fun to hang around'…" her annoyed statement coupled with a pout made him twitch ever so slightly.

"I'm not old -"

Her side-ward glance, a tad bit suspicious - spoke otherwise.

"And we do entertain ourselves quite well…" he could see it in her eyes that showed all the interest in the world. She too wanted to know what it was they did that so 'enjoyable'.

"We talk about things -" her slender eyebrow raised curiously, prompting him to go on and explain that a bit more.

"-sensible things." which was translated as serious shinobi stuff by Mito.

"And we play shogi…" that surprised her quite a bit. So they enjoyed playing games.

"He always loses - it's fun."

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