Turning a sad gaze on her is unexpected enough without him slowly explaining, "this Fūinjutsu was a present… from Uzumaki Ashina to his daughter Kushiinada. This jutsu originally belonged to the Uzumaki clan… my clan."
Forgetting about her arousal and promotion, she ntally yells, 'fuck,' as her sharp mind senses the anxiety in his voice and eyes. Attempting to stabilize an already deteriorating situation, Mabui tries to point out, "but- wait, it doesn't say Uzumaki anywhere on here."
"It's a cipher," Naruto retorts. Pointing to the section in question, Naruto explains, "these aren't Fūin characters. Sotis, practitioners hide ssages using geotric symbols you sub for letters."
Taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, she can hardly say, "Naruto, how do you know-," before he gets up and moves away from her.
Pacing, he bluntly states, "I just do." Before she can ask for details, he hastens to ask, "where did you get this? I thought you said it was your family's jutsu."
"It is," she vehently declares.
"But it isn't," he counters, becoming more animated. "Look, right there," he orders, point at the swirl inside of a circle symbol. "That's my family's crest; my clan's symbol. I don't know who this Ashina guy is but my mom's na is Kushina so there's gotta be a close relation."
This is all news to her, and without more information, Mabui leans toward honesty. To avoid subconsciously challenging him, she remains still and seated as she tells him, "I don't know what to say, Naruto. I didn't know about any of this, I swear. After my parents died, they left what little they owned and this just happened to be among their possessions."
Though he's trying to remain calm, she can tell this is bothering him as he implores, "and they never told you how they ended up with a jutsu that belongs to my clan?" Her, "no," was quickly curtailed with his, "no ntion of the Uzumaki clan? Of Uzushiogakure?" Shaking her head multiple tis, he returns to pacing as he tries to wrap his mind around this startling discovery. "You just took it? Like, like, didn't you wonder where it ca from? Why your parents had it?"
Rather than allow him to continue to question her sincerity, Mabui uses her training in psychology to calmly speak, "Naruto, I hear what you're saying. I do, but, I'm missing so information. Please, take your ti, speak your mind, and tell , why this is bothering you?"
She got what she wanted when he yells, "my clan was targeted and destroyed! All those people I could've gotten to know-" Fortunately, he takes a breath before heatedly lanting, "I'm the orphaned son of orphaned parents of a murdered people, and now this!" Mabui understands Naruto isn't an angry person by nature. She can see the signs of sadness and confusion when he woefully explains, "you said yourself you're not originally from Konoha. How do I know your parents weren't involved in destroying my clan?"
With her green eyes glued to his blue ones, a composed Mabui nods as she clearly communicates, "I understand, Naruto. You have every right to feel the way you do. I'm not at all saying you're wrong, but I swear to you, I didn't know-" however, in that instant, she recalls the Uzumaki na spoken before sowhere in Kumo.
Whether he spotted the shift in her almond eyes, Naruto breaks eye contact, blurting as he leaves, "I… I gotta go."
"Wait," she calls, jumping to her feet. Mabui manages, "you don't have to-" before he jumps out of the watery entrance. "…leave."
Walking through the door of their tiny base, a dry Mabui was dreading her report. Sure enough, Samui is waiting behind the table, and though Mabui can't tell what she's thinking, it feels as if Samui already knows; as if her emotionless ice-blue eyes sohow knows she risked the mission to crack a jutsu for a promotion, eventually blowing her relationship with the target. Atsui is leaning against the wall, chewing his nails and obviously dreading what Mabui has to say, as if she was going to recount every second of her sexual interlude with Naruto. The cabin feels more confining and Mabui groans by the number of blue-eyed blonds agitating her today.
"Report," Samui voices.
Without much choice, Mabui sits opposite Samui and takes a page out of her team leader's book. As minimally informative as possible, Mabui reports, "there was a set back-" an emotional Atsui heaves a loud sigh of relief quicker than Mabui can continue to say, "but, I promise, I can turn this around. I'll make things right."
Samui sighs before she takes out the latest missive from their Raikage, ordering her brother in the process, "Atsui, give us the room."
Affronted, Atsui turns to her sister and calls out, "what? Oh, co on, sis-"
"Please," she gently asks.
"…Fine," he huffs, clearly upset until the door closes behind him.
"…All the way out," she calls out. After several silent monts, Samui is satisfied with her brother's distance and states, "I know why you're hesitating to complete the mission."
The silver-haired beauty can't deny she's been reluctant to seduce a boy ten years her junior, however, Mabui is strenuously more curious about what Samui referring to and cautiously asks, "you do?"
The exotic beauty was stunned to hear the theory behind her hesitation has nothing to do with prostituting herself for a sword when Samui explains, "you're hesitating because of your relationship with Darui-sempai."
Sitting straighter, a wide-eyed Mabui rebuffs, "excuse ?"
With a detached sense of confidence, Samui explains, "you're distressed. Anxiety over betraying him is hindering you from doing all that's required to complete the mission."
Mabui tries to respond, "that…" when her throat clogs and closes up with palpable disbelief. As fast as she wanted to vehently deny her captain, her mind goes blank, leaving her stunned and without words. Mabui wanted to know everything in that mont—who knew what, when, and why—then Samui slides over the table's surface a thin slip of parchnt with Darui's sloppy handwriting on it.
As Mabui reads the coded parchnt. Mabui reread the slip five tis in the ti it takes Samui to recite, "Darui-sempai has given you his blessing to do everything in your power to seduce Uzumaki Naruto. Please fulfill your duty without concern."
'As if Darui was the only distressing about seducing an impressionable sixteen-year-old boy!' Her mind yells at Samui, 'I don't want sex to be a transaction! I don't want to look at A-sama and my superiors like my pimps, forcing to prostitute myself for a slab of tal that isn't even for ! …I don't want to hurt a young man—a genius who may allow hate in his heart because of my betrayal. Uzumaki Naruto's na will live on for centuries in his innovations and the history books… and I have to break his heart for a fucking sword?'
Mabui isn't sure where to begin voicing her misgivings and groans in annoyance before she attempts, "I'm sorry, I don't- I don't," before finally huffing, "why?"
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