Yuko, child interrogator (muahahaha)

old habits really do die hard

With Pa fully recovered he has resumed work at T&I. However the Hokage was insistent on him remaining off the mission roster for the next few months. This means he's probably going to be antsy the entire time and work enough for 10 men.

Oh those poor criminals. Subjected to a mission benched Morino for interrogation.

Currently I was on a stroll through town on my return from stealing myself some lunch back to the academy. However my attention was redirected from my journey to the usual rooftop meeting place, as it was my day to eat with Shikamaru and Choji, to a commotion from the inside of a little merchant shop.

"HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!"

"Oh mister, I was wondering how much this mask thingy cost- ack." A loud smack and the sound of glass shattering took over my attention as I shot through the shop doors to see what's going on.

Glass shards scattered across the shop floor. A festival mask lay across the room where it had obviously been thrown after impact. Looking at the mess I found a bruised up Naruto in the center of it all. Reflections of the glass shimmering in his sunshine hair, signaling to me that whatever it was had been smashed over his head.

My first instinct, once I realized who it was sitting before me, was to walk away and consider it karma for all those stupid pranks. However the absolute terror radiating from the boy stopped me as I turned my attention from the victim to his attacker.

The middle aged shop owner stood before the blond boy with a furious expression. In his hand held something I was all too familiar with the sting of.

A whip.

Though this one looked quite a bit different from the ones I was used to I didn't pay much attention to the details once I figured out exactly what it was. I had been in a hurry this morning so I had forgotten my jacket, revealing all the numerous scars adorning my arms from the very same weapon.

Suddenly I didn't care if this was the boy who went out of his way to humiliate me. No all I saw was a terrified child, the faces of the orphans I had defended flashing in place of the prankster.

My temper flared.

Before even I could realize what I had done I was standing in-between the downed academy student and the oh so familiar weapon. As the Cracker (tip of the whip) came at me I held my arm out as if to block but the moment it hit my skin I jumped into action, using my new reflexes to do now what I couldn't have done before. Gripping onto the Fall of the whip (refer to picture) I began wrapping the weapon around my arm until I had made it to the grip (stock or handle) and held on tight glaring up at the assailant as he stared shocked at the whip that was now wrapped up my arm, ending about halfway up my bisep. 

I could feel the weapon digging into my arm as blood began to drop down it. Which I certainly didn't expect, but I did mention something was different about this whip and I made a mental note to look at it thoroughly later.

"What the hell!"

Using my other hand I gripped the shop owners forearm and flipped it  over pressing my thumb against a pressure point in the palm of his hand. This action forced the man to drop the weapon current trapping my right arm. Trying my best to ignore the combination of my bleeding arm and the glass currently digging into my shoeless feet.

"Are you moron or some sort of masochist." I growled, "because if your planning on going to prison inorder to excape taxes I can personally tell you it's not worth it."

At my sneer he recoiled, stepping away til his back hit the counter. "W-ho... Just who do you think you  a-are!? Y-you have no right interferi-"

"NO RIGHT MY ASS!" I screemed out, losing my temper.  "YOUR TELLING ME YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BEAT A CHILD AND SHATTER GLASS OVER HIS HEAD BUT I HAVE NO RIGHT TO STOP IT."

His eyes went wide. "you don't understand that... Thing is a demon!"

"No, he is a nuisance, he is annoying, a dunce, and a attention hog. And honestly I don't like him any better than you do and as such really don't care about the boy himself. Yet THIS is going Too far and there is nothing you can say to me to convince me he is the here demon." I snapped my teeth visibly. "You wanna know why! It because demons fight Back when you abuse them. Sunshine here don't have the qualifications, but if you want a demon than feel free to try your hand against me!"

Between the Morino glare and my sneer, which made my facial scars much more vivid, the store owner shook his head stuttering incoherent words strung together in a impossible order even the intelligence division would have trouble deciphering.

Staring him down I began to unwind the weapon from my right arm. Pealing it off my skin it was obvious that, whatever this thing had been made of, had dug into my arm and peeled right through the flesh. If handled by a shinobi it may have had enough force to have damaged the muscle.

"What's a civilian doing with something like this." Looking closer at the whip I realized that, though the handle was wrapped in a sturdy chakra leather, from the knot (reference picture if needed) up was covered in a variety of reptilian scales. The started out with large keeled (have a ridge at the center, think crocodile) scales down to much smaller cycloid scales (commonly found on fish or snakes). "How the heck did a civilian like you end up with such a unique and dangerous weapon?"

"I-i well.. y-you see_"

"Ahhh shut up with your excuses and tell it to me straight so I can report all this to the Hokage." I rolled my eyes at his attempt to B.S. his way out of this and decided that I would be reporting this to the old man after the academy.

"H-hokage. But surely he shouldn't be bothered with such trivial matters-"

"You know what , don't answer me. Just be sure your prepared for whatever poor chunin is sent to investigate this matter." I grumbled while hooking the weapon on my belt and walking out, refusing to wince as the glass dug into my feet.

Turning around once I got to the door leading back to the street I looked over the shocked Naruto. "Oy sunshine! You might want to get move on, lunch is almost over." My statement held an obvious tone to it saying just how my opinion of the idiot prankster hasn't changed in the slightest and I was in no way his friend despite my actions.  

So how do you like the chapter. I got really inspired for this story so I'm hoping to write as much as I can while that inspiration lasts.

If you think this chapter was an attempt to ease Yuko's relationship with Naruto that is not what I had in mind, though it may help things progress in the future. This chapter was simply to explain how yuko got what will become her signature weapon. I chose a whip because I found it sort of poetic and ironic that the weapon she hates the most and caused her so much pain is what she is most apt in using.