My Journey with the Copy Ninja

Chapter 14

**Warning: Mature content, physical abuse, etc. below. Do not read if you are not comfortable.**

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While waiting for someone, anyone really, to barge into the room you decided to have a look around. Or as Naruto called it, snooping. 

The room was pretty simple. Much cleaner than what you expected. All except the desk where papers were spewed everywhere in complete disorganization. 

Taking a seat you carefully examined the documents. Picking up one after another then laying back down exactly where it was. They were mostly about expenses, numbers of people they've recruited so far, so on. 

The drawers containing all the same. Except one. You tugged on the handle numerous times but it wouldn't budge. 

It's locked.

Hmm. What could you be hiding in here?

I could use my Fire Style Jutsu and break it. 

But that would be pretty obvious.

Sighing you forced yourself up and continued looking around. A picture frame catching your attention in the corner of the room. 

Picking it up your fingers brushed against the cold glass. The people in the photo wore cheshire smiles. The tall man in the middle holding a new born baby girl wrapped in a soft pink blanket. A women stood beside him. Her long hair hanging free as she lovingly watched her family. Then your eyes traveled to the small boy between them.

They all shared the same shade of blue eyes. It looked as if the ocean itself swirled in them. The dark brown, basically chocolate, hair flowing free around them. 

"This must be his family." You whispered, still staring at the frame. 

"It is." 

You whipped around to face Ashimaru. You were so concentrated on the picture you didn't even hear him come in. 

Way to go, dumb-ass.

He stood a few feet from you, leaning against the post of the bed. You expected him to be angry so you were ready to fight if needed. Your muscles tensing in anticipation. But he just stayed there. His facial expressions softening noticing the object in your hand.

 Something must've happened to them for him to be acting like this.

"Where are they now?" You asked him slowly. Unsure how he'd react.

The room remained silent for a few moments, you watched as his face scrunched up. Anger and sadness flashing across it.

"They were murdered years ago." But before you could press him for more info he stepped forward and plucked the frame from your hands. Placing it back on the dresser as he resorted back to the same assholish attitude like before. 

"Now. Back to more important ma-" He started to reach for you but the door to the room opened. Maids flooding into do their assigned tasks. Ashimaru pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing and walking out.

You released a shaky breath as your body started to relax a little. 

Thank god for maids.

Over the last few hours you were torn between killing him the second you got the chance or waiting until you could gather more information. 

Force myself to let him have his way with me despite the possibility of screwing myself up further. 

Or.