Private Just a talk (Hon)

[Chigokai Yuna]

Yuna's thoughts got the best of her. It's been a long while since she had last seen Hon, and it had gotten her worried that she might never see him again. Not in any romantic type of way, no. Yuna had promised herself after pouring days after days into reports and notes about Miro, that she didn't want to end up just like her. How many people left the branch, or even the Village with Miro leading the Anbu. Yuna wanted to be a strict leader, but more importantly, a kind one as well.

The last time she had seen Hon was a couple months back with the incident at the gates. It's a grim thing that she had done, but it is a job that she had to do nonetheless to keep the secrets of the village safe. Is she proud of what she's done? No, she isn't. But it won't change the fact that even the girl seemed weak on her own, there is always the chance of something catastrophic that could happen if she was let go. Shaking the thought out of her head, she had another anbu member go and search for Hon and ask him to meet her here.

 

[Honnou]

Hon wasn’t in the best of spirits after the incident at the gates. Life really knew how to throw his emotions into the gutter… but Ziren’s words – his last words, or perhaps his words past his last words (if that was even a thing) – still lingered in his head. Wasting away in shadows alone… wouldn’t do. Not alone, not like this.

If only his predecessors could see him now, and give their advice… but such a thing was unlikely to happen twice.

“…” Hon was sitting under a large pine tree, around which a coiled-up Kokurenga was taking a nap. The serpentine dragon’s breath grew heavy as a scent hit its nose, the scent of a stranger causing it to growl. Hon had already seen them approach his location – an ANBU, likely with a message for him. “Calm down, Kokurenga,” he asked his companion to relax, patting the creature’s large nose to make it at ease again. Kokurenga was always so wary of people, even other Cloud civilians got the squinty eyes from him… wait, him or her? Oh well, Hon hadn’t really checked, and he didn’t particularly care.

“… Understood.”

It didn’t take much more time from that point on until Hon arrived inside of the ANBU Sennin’s office, one knee on the ground, in his full ANBU gear. His mask, previously purely foxy in inspiration, now had a pair of small whiskers running down its lower length, reminiscent of Kokurenga’s whiskers.

“Sennin-sama.”

 

[Chigokai Yuna]

"Rise and please sit." She would motion to the empty chair next to him. Yuna was used to the whole thing being called Sennin and the honorifics that follow, but it doesn't mean that she is used to this much of respect. Her voice more asking than demanding of Hon. She didn't have her mask on and had it set on the side. In a place like this, at the heart of ANBU HQ, she felt it unnecessary to have it on at all times. "You can take the mask off if you want. I find that it can be quite stuffy from time to time." She said, breaking the figurative ice.

Letting out a sigh she would then continue, "I'll be honest with you. Once I was given this rank of position and learned of what my predecessor had done, Kagami Miro, I had promised myself to not follow her footsteps. Because of that, I may seem more on the cold and calculating side of things." She would pause for a moment before continuing on, "Wednesday, or rather now Orochi Sakura Main branch Sennin, was right in her explanation of her reasonings. However, even with that in mind, one cannot deny what could be to come if we had allowed for something like a slap on the hand for someone trying to go missing and cut ties with the Village. We may have never known her reasons for leaving the Village, but also we won't know if she would have had the chance of causing damage in the future. Now killing... It isn't something I would have liked to have done in that scenario. And I would take it back if I can."

Yuna took a deep breath, "But I can't. What's done is done, and all we can do is protect the Village, from both inside and outside threats. Which is why I remade the branch, gave it more meaning and more of an idea what we do. We need people who can get the job done no matter what. We need people who can stay their blades and use words to make friends instead of enemies. And most important of all, we need people who can gather information and make sense of it. Because it is knowledge that makes the most powerful, and to make sense of that knowledge even more so."

"So I'm asking this of you. Don't forget that you are also Hyuuga Honnou. This job isn't easy, but if you focus too much on it, it will drive you mad. If you ever see anyone struggling, anbu or not, see if they need help. Because I don't think any of us want to have another Shun Sora willing to throw their life away." Yes, she had learned of the girl's name. A girl from the main branch, a mission gone awry and she had become weak. "Also, if you ever need to talk, about the incident at the gates, your own career, or even just about life, my door is always open."

 

[Honnou]

There will come a time when simply being strong isn't enough...

Hon did as told, took a seat and gently removed his mask, revealing his face to the ANBU Sennin for the first time since... well... damn. When was the last time he blatantly showed his face like this to his Sennin? Also... those words. Words echoed in his mind louder than ever. Words from the past... or what? Not a past, but just as strong a memory as any prior events...

They did kill Shun Sora.

There will be times where fighting isn't the answer.
And yet, that was what they chose to do. That was an action that was taken on that day... but even then, Yun- the ANBU Sennin was adamant to make a change. She was adamant to enforce the three branches of the ANBU - those who stained their blades with the blood of their enemies, those who filled their words with purpose to deter escalations, and those who harbored intel and shared it with others. Despite the shadowy weight that must've been dropped on her shoulders, someone like Yun-

Yuna... kept moving on. She wanted to shape a better future. She wanted to avoid repeating the same sins that the previous Sennin committed. And she sounded a bit motherly, too.

You have sacrificed a lot for Cloud and I might just be assuming this, but you never had a real moment of rest have you? You worry, you jump into the fray, and you come out victorious. but at what cost?

A tear suddenly ran down Hon's cheek. When it came to talking... about his life, his career, his own self... where on earth was he supposed to start at? He couldn't even begin to... he didn't know what words to say. How to start. He had to say something. "... I... talked with Ziren recently..."

 

[Chigokai Yuna]

"You.... What...?" She tried to process what he had said. Ziren.... Her father... He died in the struggle with the revolutionists that rose up against Cloud whilst she was out with her mission in Sand. Part of her hates herself for not being here. But she also has a feeling, that if Miro had went alone to Sand, there might have been an entirely different outcome than the events that had transpired. Knowing Miro being more willing to show emotion, it might have ended badly for her, and in the grander scheme of things, Cloud.

She... shed a tear. When was the last time she had actually shown emotion? When she first heard from the Raikage that her father had passed away. And before that? Her last conversation with her dad... She had said some hurtful words since he had often put duty in front of family. She had wanted her words to hurt him so that he won't risk his life anymore on dangerous missions. And he agreed.... Until.... The last few years for her has been one big event after another. Fighting a death cult, check. Being part of diplomatic relations with other nations, check. Planning an assassination on a clear enemy of the country, only to not follow through in order to have some sort of decent relations with Sand. Sennin-hood and everything that comes with it along with fixing Miro's mistakes. And most of all... Her father...

How long has it been since she had last talked? Ten seconds? Thirty seconds? An eternity? Yuna had carefully shut herself away emotionally from everyone to be able to focus on her job and ignore the little girl in her that is mourning for her father. "That's... Impossible..." She had said, "Zir... My father is dead... Has been dead for some years..." But even as she said it, she knows that it isn't impossible. Her father has had the ability to speak with ghosts before, so it is possible that he can go ghost. But the question now rises. Why hasn't he contacted her after all these years? Finally, she spoke, "What did he say?"

 

[Honnou]

… Her reaction was understandable. It was a wild idea, to think that a ghost could communicate with him… but she knew her father better than Hon did. And despite the tear running down, she asked what he said. She probably regretted not being with him in his last moments – partly, Hon wanted to blame himself, since he was on the train the day Ziren was apprehended by the rogue Uchiha. But it was too late for shit like that, and Ziren had hope in his dead heart even after all of these years.

“He… doesn’t want history to keep repeating himself. Though it’s the most likely expected outcome,” Hon reported the knowledge Ziren shared with him to the best of his ability, “And what you said earlier… he’d agree. I can’t lose sight of myself, not to this degree – and neither can you, Yuna.”

To think about it… Yuna’s words resonated with Ziren’s. Like father, like daughter. “He’d agree, yes. You’re trying to reach out to others, to be welcoming. One flake at a time, you’re trying to tear down the mistakes of the past, so those traps won’t catch anyone else again… and… he said he’s done all that he could to try and help shape people's future for the better, and… he put his faith in you, that you will persevere. Honestly, the words got lengthy, but… he put his faith in you. There was no hesitation nor doubt in his voice when he said that.”

Hon couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “That’s why I think he’d smile, too, if he saw you now. I’m glad to know that you’re carrying on his will… he’d be proud. But don't lose sight. You're not alone.” They’re not heroes nor gods – they’re just human beings trying their best to make a better tomorrow. As long as Yuna didn’t stretch her arms further than she could reach, lest they’d be severed off by the winds of chaos, then she’d definitely make a change. Her and all those who’d support her.