Why are you my Clarity?

Chapter 2

Title: Namida no Aya

Author: FemSolluxCaptor/Emma/Blake/Whom-was-once-AmayaMizuko

Chapter 2

Pages: 8 in Word Docs.

Recap:

"This is stupid.... really stupid." A woman stood in front of the grand gates emblazed with kanji. Her face was one of utter disbelief.

At this moment, some lazy guards decided to come back from break. At the sight of her, one of them called out, “Oi! Who are you?”

She turned around to face them, her response was to face palm. Feeling very much like Alice who had fallen down a rabbit hole, she just waved and said, “Hey Izumo, Koestsu.”

“No matter who I am, I’m still me.” She gave him a pointed look, raising a single eyebrow in amusement.

At that moment, Koestsu finally realized who she was. “You’re supposed to be dead." 

She turned to him, placing her hands on her hips, “That’s nice of you Koestsu. I come back after all this time and all you have to say is that I should be dead?” He just gaped. She certainly hadn’t changed in all these years.

“Yo, gramps!” She swung into the Hokage’s office, her black hair swinging down around her. Several anbu attacked her instantly; she dodged them easily and disarmed them before throwing them aside.

In trying to search her out, he felt her chakra, leaving him very stunned. (By stunned I mean he nearly fell over in shock, the poor old man.) Immediately, he called some new ANBU, the guards were still knocked out, to chase her. He set a strict order not to harm her in any way. This would probably hurt them more than her anyways.

The woman strolled along the side of a crowded street, enjoying the sun for the first time in weeks. After all, living where she did, it was a rarity. Plus, she was allowed to indulge in the familiarity of Konoha. She hadn’t been here for 13 years.

If you were a bystander at that moment, you would notice that what tiny sliver of Kakashi’s face you could see paled as if he had seen a ghost up and walk around Konoha. As you’ll find out in a couple of words, in a manner he did.

The Hokage let out a weak chuckle that he wasn’t holding back. So how he let it out I have no idea. “How?” Was the simple question that came out of his mouth. After all, words are lies; one worded answers and questions are the best. 

“You people presume way too much, like hell I’d ever die that easy.” She dropped down onto the ground, an action that the Sandaime’s neck thanked her for silently.

“Yeah, we’ll have to get you re-instated, and I’ll call Kakashi-"

“No.” He looked up to find a grim _ _ _ _ _ _. “Please don’t let him know, not ever.” Her face was one or rare sincerity. It’s usual smirk replaced with something unfathomable to the aged shinobi facing her.

“…How do you plan to hide yourself?” He didn’t question her; he had come to know that it would do no good whatsoever. He also could tell that she would never give up on being a shinobi, even if it killed her.

 Looking at the ceiling, she frowned, unsure of what to do. “How about a kid?” After her previous suggestions, he had been expecting a flamingo next. “If I pretend to be a brat, that might work. He’ll be suspicious, but I can change some things. Plus, chakra changes with age. It’s perfectly acceptable for him to think that I did come back from being dead at the same age I died, but then the chakra signature is different from what he remembers."