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Chapter 17


~"Haha, funny." This however made her calm down as she leans back, no longer glaring. Walking up to the window Kakashi is setting in he gives me a closed eye smile as I lean against the wall next to it. "If you can answer, I'm all ears." She finally says after taking in a breath. I see, so the whole reason for having Asuma watch me wasn't just to make sure I really did leave the Akatsuki. She wanted to make sure she can trust what I am about to tell her. Well, whatever makes her comfortable I guess.

"Before I tell you, Tsunade. I would like to know what you will do with the information." This time she does actually glare at me. Oops. I nearly laugh at this situation. ~

Tsunade lets out a slow breath. "That all depends on what I find out." She states and I nearly shrug. Good enough for me. That means she isn't holding any preconceptions. She's openly willing to take what I say into account. Itachi.. I'm sorry, but I want you to come home. I want your family to come home.

"I'm not sure what you can do with this information, I am hoping you can help but I also know if this information leaves the village lives could be put in jeopardy." I sigh admitting my own shortcoming. This is as far as my plan ever made it for the most part. I couldn't set on a specific outcome amongst many possible ones.

"What is it?" She asks narrowing her eyes and steeling herself for what I am about to say. Closing my eyes a moment I take in the silence before looking to Tsunade again. Who surprisingly was being patient. Who knew she could muster up the ability for that. "The Uchiha Massacre, was ordered." As soon as those words leave me her eyes widen and Kakashi's gaze though hiding his emotions at the moment falls fully on me.

"What do you mean by that?" Tsunade snaps, her shoulders become tense though the look in her eyes showed the distance. She herself was trying to figure out exactly why that would have happened.

"Well, what you would find out from the elders if they so wished to grace you with the information. They would tell you it was to prevent a coup d'etat and keep peace in the village. That's if they know anything about it which is unlikely that they dont." From the look on her face I decide to close my eyes. She is just too easy to read. "The Uchiha were planning to stage a coup against the village hierarchy. They had been steadily placing uchiha within the village command structure to act as spies. Itachi making anbu was like a dream come true for them." I could almost hear her fists clenching. "However, Itachi became the eyes and ears for the village. Reporting to the third everything the Uchiha were planning. Since Itachi did not agree with his clan's plans. He could see that such a coup would cause unnecessary death and quite possibly another Shinobi war. "

"Gramps, he understood the Uchiha. Since the clan was feeling the oppression brought on them after the appearance of the nine-tails. Just for the simple fact an ancestor of their clan had the ability to control the tailed beast. Things were truly dark for them if you remember." I push off from the wall and walk to another window if only for some movement to keep my mind focused. "Gramps wanted to find a peaceful solution with the clan. A resolution that eventually would have worked. However, Danzo." I pause saying that name just to see her flinch in anger. "He had other plans. Seeing Itachi's best friend bestowed with a rare and powerful gift was trying to use it to control the clan leaders' minds to keep the talks of peace from falling apart... well lets just say a twisted plan cooked up in his mind. He killed the boy and made it look like a suicide just to make peace, impossible by revealing to the clan Itachi's true actions. It was Danzo that made only two possible outcomes likely. He then ordered Itachi to kill his clan but when he went and reported the success of his mission to the third.. He found out that he had no idea such a mission existed."

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