Book Two (IceQueen) Fox's Tricks and Illusions

Chapter Twelve: 180's Don't Happen

"Hello 180," Kyoko whispered as soon as Hashirama was done. Now she was glad she took Pein's eyes when Jiraiya wasn't looking. She was sure his eyes were glued on the blue women's dead body. "So two years between his brother's death and the creation of the village, but how long did he stay?"

"Madara stayed for three years," Hashirama told her. He was wondering where she was going with this, after al, he had a feeling she knew more about the Uchiha clan then she was telling them. "He left a few days after his birthday."

"Three years is a long time to be hated," Kyoko told him, if he was right. Madara was hated by his own clan in the last year. Everything she had read about him, painted him a negative light. "A year is a long to be hatred you your own clan. It's hard to go from one to another. Hated to loved. Or loved to hated, it's drive most people around the bend."

"It is. Sadly, there wasn't much I could do about it."

"How about. Growing a backbone."

"Huh?"

"I don't know, don't you let your moronic brother push you around as much."

"I don't push him around," Tobirama told her. He didn't push Hashirama around, he what was best for the Leaf. He would do anything for Hashirama's dream for peace, even when he himself couldn't see it.

"Sure, you didn't. Besides the fact that everything that left Hashirama's mouth suggested that you did," Kyoko told him a smile on her face, as she put an arm behind her back, it was what he had done to Madara. Just listened to stories without getting to know him, rumour was useful to shinobi, but like anything else. It was only to be taken with a grin of salt, and never at face value. "But isn't that what you did to the Uchiha clan?To Madara and Izuna? Only listened to stories without going to check if they were true or not, cause I know people don't do 180's, 360's in a short amount of time. If his brother's death didn't sent him over the edge in two years, then I doubted it would do so in six."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, you're a blind moron. There's more to this then first catches the eye." Kyoko knew people thought the second was smart, but she was starting to think he wasn't the brightest apple on the tree. "But of course, you let your feelings cloud your judgement, who would have thought, the person who thought they were useless, was the one who was the most controlled by them."

"So Madara was controlled?" Hashirama asked his eyes becoming larger, he could have helped him, but instead he was the one who was most likely drove him over the edge. He was the one who pushed him away, for the village. But his best friend was suffering and he couldn't see it. "But by who? Who was controlling my best friend."

"That I don't know, but I will find out," she told him. She wouldn't promise, since that meant keeping it. She would keep it, she would, but he didn't need to know that. It meant she was going soft. "I have the answers I need, bother Madara in the afterlife, in fact, ask Mama to point you in the right direction. I'm sure she'll be happy to help."

-IceQueen-

"I'm going to have to get rid of Obito," she whispered to herself as she looked at the large books in front of her. She doubted the seal she used with Hidan would work with Obito, since it felt like Hashirama charka was in his body, like someone had used his cells to recreate limps. She knew it was most likely Madara's doing. "Before Kakashi founds out, hate him. But not even deserves to re-lose his friend. It'll be like Jiraiya all over again, I'm going soft. I really am."

She had to make a new seal, one that wouldn't be as painful. She was sure Rin and Minato were waiting for him to go to the afterlife, but first things first. He had to die, she had to kill him. And then her mission would be over.

She would have stopped a mad man's plan without anyone knowing. But she didn't care what people thought about her, in the end, her loved ones would be safe. And that was the only thing that counted, the only thing that mattered.

"Both Sakura and Sasuke would be looking at you oddly," she whispered to herself as she picked up an old book, a smile on her face. The older seals were forgotten, since enemy clans knew about them, but now, they were forgotten and they were perfect. "Perfect, now all I need to do is learn them. And Obito, you'll be free from whoever is using you, but there's always that black and white thing. I'll have to make two seals then."

She followed the old lines, glad that Kurama could read the old text, since she didn't understand a single word that was written. She was thankful that her clan was paranoid, since only she was able to unlock the old scrolls and books. All of them bearing blood seals.

The entire room was covered in dust, but that didn't mean a thing to her, she already summoned around fifty clones to clean the mess up. She would also be sealing these into one of her bracelet's, that way no one will have the ability to misuse or to destroy them, she didn't want to lose what was left of her clan's history. It was bad enough that most of her generation didn't even know the Uzumaki were a clan. To them her last name was just that, a last name. Something she had picked when she was younger.