Chapter 86 - ArcXIIii: What If?- Chapter 3
Submitted January 28, 2010 Updated August 25, 2012 Status Complete | My OC is forced to play servant to Naruto and Sakura. He must ignore his own dreams to see that Sakura and Naruto live happily ever after- either as a couple, or as the two strongest shinobi ever.
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Chapter 86 - ArcXIIii: What If?- Chapter 3
Chapter 86 - ArcXIIii: What If?- Chapter 3
After seven years of marriage, Miko was a very happy twenty-five year old with everything she could want. Her husband was handsome and powerful; her half-brother had overcome the awkwardness he’d suffered through as a child and had begun to date a beautiful girl; yes, her life was good. Except, well, she was interested in children.
Twenty-five is young for a mother, but all the same the timing felt right. Yuji was stable mentally and physically with no battles on the immediate horizon. There was a large battle looming in the future. Miko could see that much. It made her want children all the more.
With the outcome uncertain despite my abilities…I want a reminder of him. Of Yuji. I love him so much. Children…with Yuji. One of each gender, maybe? I should talk to him. Yuji might have other ideas.
Speak of the devil. Yuji had just come home. Even after seven years of marriage, he never failed to give Miko a big kiss when he came home. They were still so in love, even after all this time. To think this had once been planned as a marriage of convenience!
Miko let Yuji unwind a bit first. She watched him go outside to meet Shoki for training. At twenty-three years of age, Shoki had grown into a muscular young man with a mane of hair that no comb could tame. He was, these days, accompanied by a young lady he had introduced as ‘Rima’. Yuji knew her by her nickname, ‘Shiroko’.
Now the two boys were outside wrestling. It was fall, and the leaves were appropriately falling. She could hear the crunch as the two rolled around, laughing as each tried to gain the advantage.
Miko’s smile grew wider and brighter. Before she knew it, she was running outside. She tackled Yuji from behind.
“I have to protect my brother! Get him, Shoki!” she shouted, restraining Yuji, who only pretended to struggle against her grip. Shoki ran up and playfully punched Yuji in the arm a few times. All three collapsed laughing after a short time had passed, all winded from the exertion and laughter. Looking up at the sky, Miko snaked her hand into Yuji’s after a time. He turned his head to her, and she whispered ‘I need to talk to you’ into his ear sweetly.
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Another ten years had passed. Yuji, now age forty, solemnly surveyed the small dojo he oversaw. As a shihan, he had to contain his pride at seeing one girl in particular quickly master the basic kata he had just demonstrated.
God knew the father in him wanted to loudly boast at how amazingly talented and beautiful his daughter was!
Shana, named for one of Yuji’s favorite manga characters, was much like her namesake. Yuji could see the tsundere growing in her. She could deliver a stinging comeback that left even adult men shrinking away. Her hair was dark brown, usually left to flow freely down her back (though tied into a ponytail in the dojo) and it was clear that she had inherited her mother’s figure coupled with her father’s martial prowess. Her one ‘flaw’, which was actually quite charming, was that she had heterochromia. One of her eyes was light blue; the other a dark hazel. But it did nothing to detract from her perfection in Yuji’s eyes. Nor from a few of his younger male students. He felt no need to discipline them; he was fairly certain his daughter would handle them with ease when the time came.
Yuji’s other child, a boy of eight, was in the back, quietly trying to escape his father’s eye. Yuji tried not to be disappointed by the fact that the boy wasn’t acclimated to martial arts like his sister. He was a sweet child, and unnaturally strong when it came to actual physical work. He couldn’t manipulate chakra very well, or indeed even control his movements. He moved like a clumsy, awkward teenager.
He was small, but of an average build otherwise. He had his father’s hair, thick and dark brown, but his mother’s eyes and the tenderness they held. His biggest hero, though, was Shoki. He wore clothes like Shoki did; his hair was the same unruly mop that Shoki’s was. But he didn’t have Shoki’s level of skill, which served only to frustrate him more.
The boy was named ‘Takeshi’, for one of the sword masters that Yuji had learned from. It was a good name and fitting of the boy, despite the awkward way he handled a sword.
As he watched his class spar, Yuji was sparring with himself. He had a choice to make. To which child did he bequeath the Ten no Kishootsu ability? Shana was more suited for it, but rightfully talented on her own. Takeshi was not suited to it at all, but it would have boosted his abilities to a level that was more comparable to his sister. Shana wanted it more, Yuji knew. She constantly struggled to be worthy of the ability. She might have had some natural ability, but she cultivated it constantly, spending hours outside of class practicing.
Yuji frowned. He had approved of her dedication, but at that moment it struck him that she was being an awful lot like a younger Yuji. She needed to make friends…didn’t she? It wasn’t like Yuji could completely understand, and worse yet, neither did Miko. Both of them were solitary people by design and occupation.
Should I let nature take it’s course? Or do I help the river shape the riverbed? Yuji wondered.
On the other side, Takeshi could make friends with no problem.
Clearly, being a parent was more difficult than fighting for your life.
==
Five year later, Shana had come of age. Takeshi was thirteen to her fifteen, but still old enough if necessary.
The great war had happened. It had taken most of five years, really. The Leaf village had been devastated with successive attacks by Pain, the true Akatsuki leader Madara Uchiha, and then another internal attack by Danzou. Naruto had thwarted both Pain and Madara. Danzou…
Yuji smiled a little. That was his doing, and the only reason the public ever found out about it was because his dojo students couldn’t leave well enough alone. Several young men and women in hakamas, charging through the streets carrying swords and screaming battle cries tends to get attention.
He had been so proud of them. They had fought incredibly well, holding off the majority of ROOT until ANBU mobilized. They had no deaths and few injuries. As a result, Yuji’s class size had nearly quadrupled.
However, against Danzou, Yuji had been injured. Even between Miko and Sakura, there was no way to heal his leg. He would limp the rest of his life. It weighed on his mind now that perhaps he was too old for this business. Miko was still so beautiful at forty, so it wasn’t as if there was nothing for him. And having been injured, he saw his two children take over the dojo, seamlessly running classes. Takeshi had discovered his talent and had become an excellent instructor. He deferred to his sister, privately telling Yuji and Miko to give the dojo to her, and he would support her.
Both of them had become Jonin, in addition to their martial prowess.
Miko still designed and made clothes, and she was recognized as a master in that art. She’d also mastered Ikebana (the art of flower arranging), the Nodate (tea ceremony), and remained the head priestess at a nearby temple. She’d never suggested to Yuji that he slow down, and he never thought of it himself. Not yet.
The question of who would inherit his abilities still haunted him.
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At age fifty, Yuji finally decided who to pass the Ten no Kishootsu ability on to.
Lady Tsunade had told Yuji about the prophecy she had made about Shana and Takeshi. They had indeed reached incredible potential, and were a force to be reckoned with. When the Leaf was attacked yet again, this time by a loose coalition of disgruntled jonin from within the Leaf, it was Takeshi and Shana who had battled the dissenters. They had fought the twenty all by themselves and won handily.
Shana was…well, a babe, to use popular vernacular. At twenty years of age, she had matured into a gorgeous young woman. She was fighting the boys off with a stick- sometimes literally. She had little patience for the stupidity of some of her would-be suitors. Yuji couldn’t blame them. She had a shapely figure, with all her curves in the right places, with feminine muscle accenting them. But he understood the nature of the kunoichi, finally, after all these years. In her case, given the assignments she worked for ANBU, her assets were just that- assets.
Takeshi, eighteen now, had grown physically stronger. He had a steady girlfriend- a rival Jonin named Rika. Their teams were close friends, and as a result they had bonded as well. Takeshi had asked Yuji’s opinion on marrying her, and Yuji had given his blessing, though that was purely for Takeshi’s peace of mind. Yuji trusted his son and his choices.
So, as to the heir…
Yuji, on his fiftieth birthday, took up brush and ink and wrote his own ‘prophecy’, though it was really more a set of instructions and requirements. Using his own chakra, not the Ten no Kishootsu chakra, he sealed the scroll with his most powerful sealing jutsu. Inside lay ninety percent of the Ten no Kishootsu chakra.
With some of the ten percent, Yuji threw the scroll in the air. As it fell, he kicked it skyward, hard enough for it to stay up there for ten years.
Miko supportively held his shoulder. He watched the abilities that had kept him alive all this time fly away. He knew that he had made the right decision, but it was hard to grapple with the sudden absence of the chakra. Thankfully, he didn’t have to handle it alone. He had his students, he had his friends, he had his children, and he had Miko.
I wonder who the next ‘Heaven’s Temper’ will be? Whoever the ability chooses, I hope they will use it with grace and wisdom. This time is full of turmoil and strife, so to the next generation I bequeath these abilities.
Miko’s warm embrace made Yuji happy, filling the void inside him instantly. He held her, returning the warmth.
Shana would go on to inherit the dojo, eventually marrying one of her students. Yuji could only shake his head in disbelief- she’d chosen a man just like her father. Hayao was clueless around girls. As a father, Yuji was thankful for that. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, which meant they stayed off his daughter. After nearly ten years of marriage, they would have children.
Takeshi supported his sister, but he was also a highly visible advisor to Naruto, who had been named Hokage. Takeshi’s quiet wisdom and good looks lent themselves well to his new role. Within a few years, he and Rika would have two children- twins, one boy and one girl- and could expect another. Takeshi was quite the family man, and Rika was a good mother.
Peace finally settled on the Leaf village. Children grew up to be much better shinobi without the pressure of war forcing them to grow. Yuji’s children were shining examples of the best of both worlds. They had seen war but came to know peace.
Perhaps, Yuji wondered, holding his wife to him. Perhaps I, too, have come to understand peace. May it last forever…in all of us.
Twenty-five is young for a mother, but all the same the timing felt right. Yuji was stable mentally and physically with no battles on the immediate horizon. There was a large battle looming in the future. Miko could see that much. It made her want children all the more.
With the outcome uncertain despite my abilities…I want a reminder of him. Of Yuji. I love him so much. Children…with Yuji. One of each gender, maybe? I should talk to him. Yuji might have other ideas.
Speak of the devil. Yuji had just come home. Even after seven years of marriage, he never failed to give Miko a big kiss when he came home. They were still so in love, even after all this time. To think this had once been planned as a marriage of convenience!
Miko let Yuji unwind a bit first. She watched him go outside to meet Shoki for training. At twenty-three years of age, Shoki had grown into a muscular young man with a mane of hair that no comb could tame. He was, these days, accompanied by a young lady he had introduced as ‘Rima’. Yuji knew her by her nickname, ‘Shiroko’.
Now the two boys were outside wrestling. It was fall, and the leaves were appropriately falling. She could hear the crunch as the two rolled around, laughing as each tried to gain the advantage.
Miko’s smile grew wider and brighter. Before she knew it, she was running outside. She tackled Yuji from behind.
“I have to protect my brother! Get him, Shoki!” she shouted, restraining Yuji, who only pretended to struggle against her grip. Shoki ran up and playfully punched Yuji in the arm a few times. All three collapsed laughing after a short time had passed, all winded from the exertion and laughter. Looking up at the sky, Miko snaked her hand into Yuji’s after a time. He turned his head to her, and she whispered ‘I need to talk to you’ into his ear sweetly.
--
--
Another ten years had passed. Yuji, now age forty, solemnly surveyed the small dojo he oversaw. As a shihan, he had to contain his pride at seeing one girl in particular quickly master the basic kata he had just demonstrated.
God knew the father in him wanted to loudly boast at how amazingly talented and beautiful his daughter was!
Shana, named for one of Yuji’s favorite manga characters, was much like her namesake. Yuji could see the tsundere growing in her. She could deliver a stinging comeback that left even adult men shrinking away. Her hair was dark brown, usually left to flow freely down her back (though tied into a ponytail in the dojo) and it was clear that she had inherited her mother’s figure coupled with her father’s martial prowess. Her one ‘flaw’, which was actually quite charming, was that she had heterochromia. One of her eyes was light blue; the other a dark hazel. But it did nothing to detract from her perfection in Yuji’s eyes. Nor from a few of his younger male students. He felt no need to discipline them; he was fairly certain his daughter would handle them with ease when the time came.
Yuji’s other child, a boy of eight, was in the back, quietly trying to escape his father’s eye. Yuji tried not to be disappointed by the fact that the boy wasn’t acclimated to martial arts like his sister. He was a sweet child, and unnaturally strong when it came to actual physical work. He couldn’t manipulate chakra very well, or indeed even control his movements. He moved like a clumsy, awkward teenager.
He was small, but of an average build otherwise. He had his father’s hair, thick and dark brown, but his mother’s eyes and the tenderness they held. His biggest hero, though, was Shoki. He wore clothes like Shoki did; his hair was the same unruly mop that Shoki’s was. But he didn’t have Shoki’s level of skill, which served only to frustrate him more.
The boy was named ‘Takeshi’, for one of the sword masters that Yuji had learned from. It was a good name and fitting of the boy, despite the awkward way he handled a sword.
As he watched his class spar, Yuji was sparring with himself. He had a choice to make. To which child did he bequeath the Ten no Kishootsu ability? Shana was more suited for it, but rightfully talented on her own. Takeshi was not suited to it at all, but it would have boosted his abilities to a level that was more comparable to his sister. Shana wanted it more, Yuji knew. She constantly struggled to be worthy of the ability. She might have had some natural ability, but she cultivated it constantly, spending hours outside of class practicing.
Yuji frowned. He had approved of her dedication, but at that moment it struck him that she was being an awful lot like a younger Yuji. She needed to make friends…didn’t she? It wasn’t like Yuji could completely understand, and worse yet, neither did Miko. Both of them were solitary people by design and occupation.
Should I let nature take it’s course? Or do I help the river shape the riverbed? Yuji wondered.
On the other side, Takeshi could make friends with no problem.
Clearly, being a parent was more difficult than fighting for your life.
==
Five year later, Shana had come of age. Takeshi was thirteen to her fifteen, but still old enough if necessary.
The great war had happened. It had taken most of five years, really. The Leaf village had been devastated with successive attacks by Pain, the true Akatsuki leader Madara Uchiha, and then another internal attack by Danzou. Naruto had thwarted both Pain and Madara. Danzou…
Yuji smiled a little. That was his doing, and the only reason the public ever found out about it was because his dojo students couldn’t leave well enough alone. Several young men and women in hakamas, charging through the streets carrying swords and screaming battle cries tends to get attention.
He had been so proud of them. They had fought incredibly well, holding off the majority of ROOT until ANBU mobilized. They had no deaths and few injuries. As a result, Yuji’s class size had nearly quadrupled.
However, against Danzou, Yuji had been injured. Even between Miko and Sakura, there was no way to heal his leg. He would limp the rest of his life. It weighed on his mind now that perhaps he was too old for this business. Miko was still so beautiful at forty, so it wasn’t as if there was nothing for him. And having been injured, he saw his two children take over the dojo, seamlessly running classes. Takeshi had discovered his talent and had become an excellent instructor. He deferred to his sister, privately telling Yuji and Miko to give the dojo to her, and he would support her.
Both of them had become Jonin, in addition to their martial prowess.
Miko still designed and made clothes, and she was recognized as a master in that art. She’d also mastered Ikebana (the art of flower arranging), the Nodate (tea ceremony), and remained the head priestess at a nearby temple. She’d never suggested to Yuji that he slow down, and he never thought of it himself. Not yet.
The question of who would inherit his abilities still haunted him.
--
At age fifty, Yuji finally decided who to pass the Ten no Kishootsu ability on to.
Lady Tsunade had told Yuji about the prophecy she had made about Shana and Takeshi. They had indeed reached incredible potential, and were a force to be reckoned with. When the Leaf was attacked yet again, this time by a loose coalition of disgruntled jonin from within the Leaf, it was Takeshi and Shana who had battled the dissenters. They had fought the twenty all by themselves and won handily.
Shana was…well, a babe, to use popular vernacular. At twenty years of age, she had matured into a gorgeous young woman. She was fighting the boys off with a stick- sometimes literally. She had little patience for the stupidity of some of her would-be suitors. Yuji couldn’t blame them. She had a shapely figure, with all her curves in the right places, with feminine muscle accenting them. But he understood the nature of the kunoichi, finally, after all these years. In her case, given the assignments she worked for ANBU, her assets were just that- assets.
Takeshi, eighteen now, had grown physically stronger. He had a steady girlfriend- a rival Jonin named Rika. Their teams were close friends, and as a result they had bonded as well. Takeshi had asked Yuji’s opinion on marrying her, and Yuji had given his blessing, though that was purely for Takeshi’s peace of mind. Yuji trusted his son and his choices.
So, as to the heir…
Yuji, on his fiftieth birthday, took up brush and ink and wrote his own ‘prophecy’, though it was really more a set of instructions and requirements. Using his own chakra, not the Ten no Kishootsu chakra, he sealed the scroll with his most powerful sealing jutsu. Inside lay ninety percent of the Ten no Kishootsu chakra.
With some of the ten percent, Yuji threw the scroll in the air. As it fell, he kicked it skyward, hard enough for it to stay up there for ten years.
Miko supportively held his shoulder. He watched the abilities that had kept him alive all this time fly away. He knew that he had made the right decision, but it was hard to grapple with the sudden absence of the chakra. Thankfully, he didn’t have to handle it alone. He had his students, he had his friends, he had his children, and he had Miko.
I wonder who the next ‘Heaven’s Temper’ will be? Whoever the ability chooses, I hope they will use it with grace and wisdom. This time is full of turmoil and strife, so to the next generation I bequeath these abilities.
Miko’s warm embrace made Yuji happy, filling the void inside him instantly. He held her, returning the warmth.
Shana would go on to inherit the dojo, eventually marrying one of her students. Yuji could only shake his head in disbelief- she’d chosen a man just like her father. Hayao was clueless around girls. As a father, Yuji was thankful for that. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, which meant they stayed off his daughter. After nearly ten years of marriage, they would have children.
Takeshi supported his sister, but he was also a highly visible advisor to Naruto, who had been named Hokage. Takeshi’s quiet wisdom and good looks lent themselves well to his new role. Within a few years, he and Rika would have two children- twins, one boy and one girl- and could expect another. Takeshi was quite the family man, and Rika was a good mother.
Peace finally settled on the Leaf village. Children grew up to be much better shinobi without the pressure of war forcing them to grow. Yuji’s children were shining examples of the best of both worlds. They had seen war but came to know peace.
Perhaps, Yuji wondered, holding his wife to him. Perhaps I, too, have come to understand peace. May it last forever…in all of us.
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YunieXTidus on January 18, 2012, 2:09:54 PM
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This is absolutely beautiful. It actually brought tears to my eyes.andr28a on January 12, 2012, 2:53:42 AM
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I like this, I like this very much. I think this portion of the story desires expanion. As in having this what if be a new story entirely. Yuji being... wel... older and such.