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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. And while Naasica is my baby, I do not condone her actions in any way shape or form. She is my practice villain.

Warning: Bottom chapter 2. You know it by now.

Today's my birthday, so I'm celebrating by uploading chapters for 3 stories today. First up is RR!

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Does it get your blood boiling, does it make you see red?

Do you wanna destroy it, does it get in your head?

Cause it gets my blood boiling and I'm coming unglued

It would hit you like poison if you knew what I knew

You would be angry too

-Angry Too by Lola Blanc

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When Naruto and the others came back after completing the second phase they were surprised to find the training grounds destroyed, and that I was in a foul mood. All Obito had to do was mutter, "Tsunade's back in Konoha."

Then Naruto and Sasuke were scowling. Naruto even shook his fist, "Then what the hell we waitin' for? Let's kick her ass."

"Who's Tsunade?" Sakura asked, bewildered by the killing intent oozing off those around her at the mere mention of her name.

"A cowardly whore who abandoned her family, friends, teammates, and village to become a drunk after losing one person," I sneered. "Apparently their sacrifice meant nothing to her. And neither did I."

I hadn't meant for that last bitter bit to slip out. I chewed on the inside of my cheek before excusing myself to sit on the rooftop. I huddled in the blanket given to me, staring blankly up at the sky. I turned my mind off, slowly draining the anger from my heart. Each breath expelled a bit more of my resentment.

I would never stop hating her, but I had to get my emotions under control before I acted rashly.

If I decided to kill her, I wanted that decision to be made under a cool head. Killing her in a burst of anger was too quick for her.

She would have been smarter to stay away.

No.

She would have been smarter to kill herself while she had the chance.

The sun dipped down. The moon rose up. The stars sparkled above, tauntingly cheerful despite my sour mood.

It was well past midnight before Minato returned home. He didn't enter the home, only hopping up onto the rooftop and giving me an exhausted smile. I wordlessly held up the blanket and he took a seat underneath it beside me.

"The fuck she's doing here?" I muttered.

"A request made by various council members," Minato answered. "After what happened with Chouji and the potential threat of lingering ROOT members… most of them wanted her to return just in case."

Of course, none of this was ever mentioned in a council meeting. I was a member of the council and if any had dared to even utter her name in my presence they were met with cool disdain. I could be sweet, charming, downright endearing, but everyone knew Tsunade was a taboo subject for me.

One member, back when Naruto was still a toddler, tried to get me to go on a mission to bring Tsunade back to Konoha.

I demanded a duel, saying if he could even touch me I would go on the mission.

He agreed. His mistake.

I snapped his spine, paralyzing him from the waist down and shattered his remaining bones.

No one mentioned her name again.

I asked, "And did you agree with them?"

Minato let out a long, tired sigh. "No. I don't think she's trustworthy enough to bring back to the village, let alone rely on her. She's a flight risk in the best of light. Jiraiya brought her back. He's vouching for her."

That would be why he didn't immediately kick her out.

Jiraiya would never lose his soft spot for Tsunade, or his belief that she could bounce back to her old self. His one sided puppy love for her would be endearing had it been anyone else but her. Tsunade would never appreciate it, let alone return it.

Jiraiya hadn't been a huge part of my life, but I understood he was a surrogate father for Minato. Minato couldn't reject Jiraiya's faith in Tsunade outright. I could respect Minato's reluctant acceptance of her back in the village, then.

If Obito or Kakashi had asked me to bring Tsunade back to the village…

I would hate it, but I would do it.

I loved them far more than I hated her.

Another sigh drew out of my lips. "At least it can't get worse. She's not coming here to live with us."

"The council wants you to reinstate Tsunade as part of Senju," Minato told me quietly.

ARE YOU—?

"Not even over my corpse," I hissed out, instantly enraged. It felt like all of my past hours of trying to calm down were in utter vain the moment he said such a thing. The burst of killing intent popped out of me before I could get a hold of it, and it took me several seconds to reign it back in and form semi-coherent words "How dare—how dare!"

"They won't force the issue," Minato said quickly, reassuringly. "They know you and her are—are not on the same page."

"That cunt needs to hurry up and kill herself," I spat out venomously.

"Naasica," Minato admonished harshly.

My lips curled up into a snarl. "What did you expect? I hate her. The only reason I haven't snapped her pathetic little neck is because I want her to fucking suffer. And right now she's hating her life, and I'm fucking loving it."

I allowed Minato to promptly smack the back of my head, blue eyes cold. It wasn't done with malice or intent to hurt, rather equivalent to giving me a good slap back into reality. Had I been in a better mind state I would have appreciated his attempt to curb my anger before it got out of hand. "That is not—that is not how Kushina raised you."

"No. That's how war raised me. I didn't have the luxury of drinking my life away. I was busy cleaning up children, and slaughtering our enemies."

"She—she's been in war, too."

"That doesn't excuse her."

"Not to you, I know," Minato said, his voice softening. "Naasica, I love you like a daughter. I hate seeing you—seeing you so filled with anger."

"Then get her out of here."

"I can't do that."

He met my furious gaze with cool acceptance. I knew I could attack him at that moment. I could lash out at him. I could hurt him. I could bring him to his knees in pain.

He would take it.

He would meet my rage with tranquility. There was no judgment or returned bitterness in his gaze as I scowled at him. Only the face of someone who loved me, and wanted to help me.

I tore my gaze away from him, exhausted by the vortex of emotions that threatened to drown my heart. I brought my knees closer to my chest, resting my chin on them and staring sullenly out at Konoha. Minato brought his arm around my shoulder and pulled me. I couldn't see his expression, but I could hear the sincerity in his tone. "I am sorry. If I could leave her to rot, I would. But I simply—I'm sorry, Naa-chan."

I reluctantly leaned into Minato, accepting his apology. "I'm not mad at you. Seeing her is hard, that's all."

"I promise I won't put you on any missions with her," Minato offered.

"I'll hold you to that," I sighed, closing my eyes.

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Sleep didn't really greet me that night. By the time I had cooled off enough the sun was back up and it was time to take my team out for training. Per tradition the third phase would be a tournament. Only five teams had made it out of the second phase. The tournament would be conducted in one month. No one would be told beforehand who they were facing, so everyone only had time to prepare for extra training and rest up from the first two phases.

I would take my team the first week to train them. Then Kakashi would kindly take over for me. Their last week would be an independent study. If they knew what they wanted to learn I would procure them specialist trainers. Or they could wing it, whatever they wanted. My kids were smart enough to know what to do, and if they didn't know what to do they knew to ask for help.

The jitters of my rage-fest from last night made me extra jumpy during the day. I did my best to keep from taking it out on their training session, but I had to admit I was itching to kill someone.

No.

To torture someone. To make them feel so much worse than I did.

Naruto, Hinata, and Sakura began their training day with a basic warm up. Sakura's physical improvement was remarkable. She had evolved to a proper kunoichi under my tender care. No one looking at her now would have guessed she was a dieting, wilting, cowering little girl before I got my hands on her.

Her vicious streak even came out in sparring. A punch just a tad too hard sent Naruto flying into a tree.

That inner malice really made me smile.

Naruto and Hinata were good soldiers. They would do what they were told.

But Sakura…

Sakura was someone who could potentially do more.

I wish I had her in Amegakure. Then I could really pull out her true nature.

She would thrive under the tutelage of the Akatsuki. I could easily picture her picking up their mannerisms in little time.

Maybe…

Our training came to an abrupt halt when someone unexpected and unwanted arrived.

A slimy little whore showed up while I was training my Genin. She stood nervously at the outer edge of the field, plainly waiting for me. My Genin were smart enough to pretend she wasn't there, but I didn't miss the uncomfortable looks they exchanged.

It probably didn't help that as soon as I saw Shizune—Why was she even here?—a spike of animosity leaked out of me before I could contain it.

I ignored her, focusing on instructing my Genin. For her sake, I would hope she'd take the hint.

I'd really hate to have to butcher a slut in front of my children. They might get upset, and I didn't want to deal with that.

But, no.

She stayed.

She stayed and waited for me.

And when the training was over, and it was time for us to take a lunch she approached me. "S-Senju-sama?"

"Oh no," Sakura breathed out, exchanging looks with Hinata and Naruto.

"Shizune-san, I don't think you should be here," Naruto politely told her, giving me a nervous look. "You should leave."

"No—No, I can't. Senju-sama, please, at least listen to me—" Shizune made the mistake of standing in front of me, eyes pleading with me to pay attention to her.

A line has to be drawn, I thought to myself in an almost detached manner. Before I could even begin to formulate a verbal response, my hands moved out on their own as I grabbed the back of her head, forced her down, and dug my knee into her gut. She wretched, I ripped her jaw straight off her.

I threw her bottom jaw away from her, and sneered, "Okay. Now I'm listening."

Obviously she didn't say anything but gurgle as blood poured out of her profusely, and tears flowed freely from her eyes. It was grotesque seeing the lower half of her face missing, but satisfying, too.

Since Shizune knew Shōsen, she immediately scrambled to grab her jaw and began to reattach it. She probably didn't have Tsunade's flair, but reattaching bits and pieces of the body was relatively easy.

Or it was to Shisui, and I had to privately acknowledge that she might be at least halfway decent as Shisui.

While the bitch was working on saving her pathetic life, I told my students, "Let's go. We have errands to complete before dinner."

Like good little soldiers, they filed in line behind me, and we left.

I resisted the urge to literally walk over her in my departure.

None of them looked back.

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A report was never made. I admitted to Obito and Kakashi about what happened when we returned home—on the off chance the stupid little mistakes wanted to fight back—but nothing happened.

Shizune and Tsunade were not technically civilians. They were in the murky gray area of the law and lost a lot of protections when I declared them legally dead years ago. Tsunade was easy, but Shizune required me to push some political power in a council vote. She may not have done anything to me directly, but the mere fact that she sided with that cowardly harlot was enough to warrant my severe disdain.

I was petty enough to follow up on it, too.

She must have told Tsunade—Tsunade probably properly fixed up her jaw—but what could they do?

If she had an iota bit of intelligence then she would know if she tried to press charges I would murder her.

I'd steal her in the middle of the night, take her back to Amegakure, and tell Hidan to have his way with her.

Actually… I might keep her alive but break her mind. Turn her into a husk and send Tsunade bits of her body parts. Maybe sneak a finger in her tea.

That sounded pleasant. It brought a sick smile to my face that went unnoticed by my family.

Still…

What happened at the training grounds effectively ruined my mood for the remainder of the night. I wasn't in a good place to train my students so I asked Kakashi to step in so I could cool down.

He obliged.

I took the opportunity to see Kisame. Maybe he'd have some good news for me.

And hopefully a bounty or two nearby.

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(Kisame)

Now most foreign teams had to be under surveillance by Konoha shinobi at all times. Kisame's team wasn't outwardly an exception, but in reality the ones "guarding him" were Jōnin completely brainwashed by Sasori using his mind control seal that was implanted by Naasica years ago. They would only ever see that Kisame stayed in his room and his Genin were quiet and well-behaved.

Naasica—as Owari—appeared in their hotel room and quite literally made Seiko faint from glee. Reo started to hyperventilate and Itsuki stammered out a, "O-O-O-O-O-OW-OWAWI-WI-WI-SAMA!"

Kisame thought it was adorable. His minions were pretty damn cute.

'Course even though Owari had a mask on Kisame could tell he was in a bad mood. The kind of bad mood that resulted in them going monster hunting for a few days.

Karin let out a shrill scream, her complexion paling as tears spilled over her eyes and she gagged. Kisame gave her an odd look, perturbed by her genuinely terrified reaction. Kisame didn't think Owari looked any scarier than him, and Karin didn't even react to Kisame's sharp-toothed smile.

"Why?" Owari asked, nodding to the red-headed child.

"She's an Uzumaki," Kisame flippantly answered. "Kiddos found her and brought her back. Wanna take her back to Ame?"

"Sure. I needed an excuse to get out anyway," Owari mumbled, his distorted voice laced with heavy irritation.

"What happened?" Kisame asked, admittedly concerned for his partner.

"Tsunade's back in town."

"No fucking way."

"Yeah."

"Oh please tell me someone recorded your meeting."

That got a bitter laugh out of Owari, the strained sound echoing throughout the tiny hotel room. "No. But I'll show you through genjutsu later."

Bonuses of having a Sharingan, Kisame thought, gleeful at getting to see that drama. "So we kidnapping her?"

"No. Maybe her pet."

Shizune, right? Kisame thought, mentally noting to himself to nab the woman if given the chance during the Puppet Show. Owari would be reluctant to overplay his hand at Konoha, even if all his fury was screaming at him to do it. If Kisame took care of her for him, though, there would be no real complaints. Let's see, what would the demon princess want done to the little pet?

Ah.

Give 'er to Hidan, right? Then probably turn her into a puppet for Sasori and ask Sasori to taunt Tsunade in a fight with her body.

Yeah, that sounded demon princess-y enough.

Sasori always wanted an experienced Shōsen-user for a puppet. They were surprisingly hard to come by. He'd be tickled pink to have one on hand. He might be happy enough to share some more poisons for Kisame to use on his Genin to train up their resistances. Generic poison resistance was easy to build for, but Sasori had the good shit.

Definitely grabbing her now, Kisame decided, a huge grin stretching over his face.

"Well then," Kisame said as he stood up. "Hows about we stretch our legs? Kiddos, wanna join us for a monster hunt?"

"YES PLEASE!" Reo practically bellowed out. Itsuki had successfully revived their fainted teammate, and both he and Seiko were furiously nodding their heads in agreement.

Owari cocked his head. "They… they're okay to come?"

"Are you kiddin'? My kiddos love monster hunting."

"I-It's true," Seiko blurted out. "We consider it a great honor, since it was how Amegakure was founded."

For some reason this made Owari laugh. Not a bitter or hateful kind like before, but a much warmer one. It made Reo and Seiko blush.

Kisame nudged Owari's arm. "Jealous?"

"A little. I could probably only get one to do so," Owari admitted. Kisame knew he was smiling under the mask. "Okay children. Let's drop ah—who are you again?"

"K-K-K-Karin."

"Karin. Let's drop Karin off at Ame then do some monster hunting. Everyone come here."

Reo literally sprinted and jumped into Owari's outstretched arms, forcing the Black Angel to carry him bridal style. This outraged Seiko, especially when Reo couldn't stop himself from whispering, "I love you."

"Kisame, what the hell are you teaching your Genin…?"

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(Karin)

Karin felt sick to her stomach after being dropped off at Amegakure. It had been a hellish life for her so far. Hated in her own village to the point where her teammates wanted her dead in the exams. Reo rescuing her had seemed like a miracle, and him offering her a new place to be loved and appreciated was so sweet it had to be a dream.

Then Karin felt Owari's chakra and that dream shattered into a disgusting nightmare.

Karin had smelled and felt plenty of chakra signatures before. She thought her neighbor back at Kusagakure was the worst. Karin's neighbor was a pretty woman on the outside. No one believed Karin when she said the woman smelled nasty.

They believed her when it was found out the woman was molesting infants and toddlers at the hospital she worked at.

Karin trusted her instincts firmly since then.

She knew who was bad, and who was good.

Owari, though?

Owari was beyond her comprehension. He entered the room and he overtook all of her senses. His mere presence dominated her mind, her body, and her soul. She could do little else but buckle under the pressure and kneel before his overwhelming chakra.

He was not evil, but he was far from good.

He was fire. Hot, black, intangible, and beyond reproach. He was a dark sun, enveloping and destroying everything near him.

She sincerely believed some kind of mythical creature or god had invaded that tiny hotel room upon his arrival.

He was a fallen phoenix.

She couldn't remember much of what was said, or even how he transported her to Amegakure. She blinked and suddenly she was on cool stone stiles and could hear the gentle sound of raining falling on buildings. Her gut heaved at the lingering touch of Owari's chakra. It clung onto her in her memories, making her shiver in trepidation.

"Welcome, new sister," spoke a low voice.

Karin breathed out a sigh of relief at the much calmer chakra. She did not flinch when she saw the hideous chemical scarring on his face, nor the bandage that wrapped around his eyes. She instinctively knew he was blind in the physical sense, but could see chakra like she smelled it.

"H-Hullo," Karin responded back, her voice gravelly.

"At ease. Owari-sama brought you here. That means you are safe now."

"Huh?" Karin blinked, her mind stuck on the words safe now. She had only ever been told safe one day, or safe soon. Never… safe now?

"You are a sensor?" the man asked her. "I feel your chakra is like mine."

"Y-Yes."

"You must have been overwhelmed by Owari-sama's presence," the man told her, his tone soothing. "Poor child. Come with me, let's get you something warm to drink and some clothes that fit you."

Karin had almost forgotten that Kisame had lent her clothes to wear after hers were destroyed in the Chūnin Exams. "Ah—um—th-thank you."

"No need. You have been rescued by the Black Angel. Direct your thanks to him."

"Who—who is he? Is he a god?"

He smiled at her. "He is the one that will devour all monsters."

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I'm tired. But everyone is tired, so I wanted to do what I could to bring a bit of happiness.

Answer: I play video games like the most diplomatic/paragon/morally acceptable person so I guess forgiveness. Unless it's Skyrim. Then I re-load the save file of the Dark Brotherhood quest where I murder a bride in front of her groom in various ways and cackle with glee. Hail Sithis.

Question: Out of these elements, which are you more aligned to or would want an affinity for? Darkness, Light, Void, Earth, Fire, Water, Air.

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