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Day 40: Recreational Field

Kio's breakfast ended on a much happier note than it had started. However, for once the announcement truly surprised him. He blinked as his nurse came to pick him up. Recreational Field? But.. but if they had a greenhouse, he wanted to go there. The prospect of gardening was a truly liberating one, an island of joy in this hellhole. He thought about going to the Sun Room and lying down, but it occurred to him that he hadn't had proper fresh air since being here. With a cheery goodbye wave to Honey, he followed his torturer outside.

It was much better than he had expected. The sun wasn't too hot (what time of the year were they in, anyway?), so he walked slowly along the walls, fascinated by the size of the field. He wondered if Sou-chan was alright. He hadn't even checked the board. Well, if Soubi wanted to apologize, Kio would be willing to listen. The place was so crisp and clean. He had to think if anyone had ever gone over the walls. What was out there? Freedom? Or a different sort of monster?

Leaning against one of the walls, Kio took as much advantage of the sun as he could. He desperately wanted a lollipop. One was quietly nestled in his pocket, but he would need to wait until the nurses were busy with other patients before he tried anything. Soubi had gone to some trouble to get them, the least he could do was make sure they didn't get confiscated. So with bated breath, Kio waited for a shift in the mood. He was, for once, content. Not happy, but not going crazy either.

[Sou-chan! Team Loveless deploy!]

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Sasuke was increasingly coming to understand why Orochimaru seemed to have found Jiraiya so amusing. Aside from the fact that, judging by the stories, he was just an older and more obviously perverted version of Naruto, the man apparently had a total inability to realise when he had caused someone else trouble. That he clearly did not recognise that fact -- in fact sounded kind of proud about it, or at least highly entertained -- made him stupid on top of it.

So much for the Sannin. Sasuke was rapidly beginning to think that it was possible the Fifth might be the only passable one after all.

Sasuke had no interest in catering to anyone's whims -- he'd refused to be Orochimaru's pet; he had no plan to be Jiraiya's entertainment.

"I'll give you a piece of useful advice in exchange your useless one," he said, not bothering to turn to face Jiraiya. Sounded like the man was walking off, anyway. "I may not be like your former teammate and take pleasure in the suffering of others, but you're a fool if you think I am anything but an enemy working with you by necessity.

"Deluding yourself into believing otherwise is only going to get your student hurt."

Jiraiya had been about ready to leave Sasuke to exercise by himself, but all that changed by the time Sasuke was finished speaking. The Sannin's footsteps came to a halt in the grass. Sasuke's response elicited a mixture of amusement and anger.

He stood there, trying to figure out what emotion was going to win out. Eventually, the amusement won out, but there was still anger underneath. Amusement because Sasuke had utterly failed to kill Naruto when Naruto was defenseless, and anger that Sasuke was actually 'threatening' to hurt Naruto.

"That's an empty threat," Jiraiya commented dryly, half-turning to look over his shoulder. "You didn't kill him at the Valley of the End, even after he was rendered unconscious. You didn't kill him at Orochimaru's lair, when he could barely stand, and nothing was there to stop you. You, without a moment's hesitation, went to rescue Naruto, and were even angry about it."

And then, he smirked a bit. "And if I remember correctly, it was you who offered an alliance first, without prompting."

Jiraiya turned fully and crossed his arms, continuing to speak, although the amusement was gone from his voice, "I'll give you a piece of advice for your useless one--if you're going to lie, at least make it believable."

Sasuke had expected that to be warning enough -- if Jiraiya gave a damn about Naruto at all, he really should have known by now that encouraging the fool to chase after his foolish notions was the worst thing a teacher could do.

But the 'proof' Jiraiya presented of Sasuke's harmlessness ... Sasuke halted the beginning of his first pattern and actually laughed. A short, cold expelling of breath and nothing more, but when he slid into the first air-strike his face was utterly expressionless.

The truth was that Sasuke had his story for his life and he'd told it to himself over and over, enough times that he could almost always rely on it without a flaw; even if the story was created after what happened, it was the only thing that could weave them together in a cohesive way. A coherent way: and it didn't allow room for what Jiraiya was suggesting, which was that Sasuke cared.

He didn't. Once, he had, but he'd learned better.

"Is that what you consider evidence?" He didn't even bother explaining each situation one by one. The old fool wouldn't get it. "I have no obligation to explain myself to you, but I will say this: Naruto's life means nothing to me. That I don't kill him is merely because I have little interest in causing pointless death."

Also because he had no intention of capitulating to Itachi's plans for his life, but Jiraiya couldn't understand that and Sasuke wasn't about to explain the Mangekyou to him. "If you think I offered alliance for any reason other than knowing from experience what those two are like in the Institute, you're more of a fool than I expected. And if you think I went that night for the purpose of rescuing him, you're not as adept with gathering information as you claim to be."

Sasuke spoke between quick, fluid movements: kata was designed not for fighting but training, for show, but it was easy enough to adapt it for useful purposes. Each strike against an imaginary opponent was enough to kill, and Sasuke hoped Jiraiya was aware of at least that much.

"Why did you give up on Orochimaru, Jiraiya of the Sannin?" Voice blank, expression blank, but deliberately picking at what was doubtless an old wound. "If you really want to help Naruto, you'll teach him that instead of blind hope."

Jiraiya let Sasuke speak his 'mind', not interrupting until he was finished. It was really interesting, really, the amount of denial that Sasuke was putting forth. Almost cute, actually.

"There's two fundamental differences between you and Orochimaru," Jiraiya stated. "One, you stated yourself--you don't 'take pleasure in the suffering of others'. Two, you don't experiment on innocent people--you even freed them. Even when that could possibly cause problems, and you're smart enough to have known that, but you risked it anyways."

"It took me a while to give up on Orochimaru--I kept on thinking he'd come back," Jiraiya continued, changing the topic somewhat abruptly. "So I counseled Naruto to do the same. He said he'd rather be a fool than to give you up. And, over time, I realized that you were indeed different than Orochimaru. You weren't evil."

Remembering about Orochimaru hurt, but it was an old hurt. Much older than the hurt Sasuke has stamped on Naruto's heart. It was something that wasn't going to easily rile the Sannin up with a mere mentioning of it.

"As for the last, you may have had other purposes as well, but when you spoke, it was primarily about Naruto," Jiraiya shrugged, sounding more amused. "You guarded our backs as we took him out of there. If you were after something more important than him, you wouldn't have stayed back."

And then, Jiraiya grinned wide. "If Naruto's death would be pointless, then you can't be considering him your enemy. So you didn't spare him on a 'whim' that second time, after all. Who was the act for, then--Orochimaru, in case he was watching? Or your former teammates, so that they would be less likely to go after you again after you killed Orochimaru and word got out?"

Sasuke had to wonder at the utter ridiculousness of what Jiraiya was saying. Was this man or wasn't he a famous shinobi -- one of the Sannin, renowned not just for their strength but for the fact of their age, the fact that they had survived well beyond the years an average ninja could expect out of life?

"Whatever differences there are between me and Orochimaru, we are both traitors to Konoha," Sasuke said coolly, enunciating clearly, almost as if explaining to a child. "Surely you are old enough to know that your enemy need not be evil to be your enemy. Such assumptions are for children."

Even Orochimaru, for all his experiments and the way he played with the lives of others, had ultimately been no more than human. That a Sannin could lose sight of such a simple fact was nothing more than sheer idiocy. Then again, proximity to Naruto did seem to cause that problem.

As for the night Naruto had been taken for the experiments -- Jiraiya had to think Sasuke was an idiot if he expected him to state his true intentions to the rest of them. Sasuke's opinion on that supposed 'fact' was more than clear when he paused just long enough between sets to raise an incredulous eyebrow at Jiraiya, pointedly not bothering to dignify such foolishness with an answer.

"I was a Sound-nin at the time," he said in response to Jiraiya's last piece of 'evidence,' actually allowing a hint of exasperation to creep into his voice. "It was only natural for me to ensure that intruders, particularly intruders sworn to capture me, were scared away from our territory. Nonetheless, they were of insufficient significance to be worth killing; deterrence was good enough for shinobi of that level."

Without giving pause for Jiraiya to respond, Sasuke continued, voice shifting to something more plainly serious again: "I am not sure whom you are trying to convince here, Jiraiya. Either way, you would do better to remember that I am not someone you want to teach your student to depend on. If you are trying to take care of Naruto, there are things a good deal more useful than wasting your time trying whatever it is you are here."

Jiraiya still looked amused. Sasuke was getting not-so-angry again, even exasperated. The boy's level of denial, however, was particularly amazing.

"Talking about good and evil... probably is the romantic in me." Jiraiya shrugged, but was still grinning.

The comment about 'scaring' away intruders actually made Jiraiya laugh, but he let Sasuke finish before he replied to that.

"You should know better than I that Naruto isn't easily 'scared off', and that he'll keep on following you as long as both of you continue to breathe," Jiraiya sounded a bit exasperated himself at that, but mostly amused. "I can't dissuade him if he decides to rely on you, but it'd be best if Naruto didn't rely on you. You're not exactly the type that can support people in the way he needs now. I suppose he'll eventually figure that out, but it might take a while. So that's why I made sure you knew his state of mind, because you might miss the cues yourself."

Tch, at least the Sannin was willing to admit that it was foolish romanticism to consider allies and enemies in strict terms of black and white -- though Sasuke had to wonder, if Jiraiya was aware of the idiocy inherent in such a thing, why the man had bothered to mention it at all. He'd thought that he understood Jiraiya's goals here, and he did understand the overall idea behind what the Sannin was doing, but the logic behind the way he was going about this made little to no sense to Sasuke.

If the Sannin was attempting to keep Naruto out of harm's way, he would have done much better focusing on that fool instead of trying to somehow convince himself that Sasuke was 'good.'

At least what the man said next made sense in context of his stated objectives. Even Sasuke couldn't argue with Jiraiya's assertion that Sasuke was unlikely to pay attention to emotional cues from Naruto, if only because he rarely made a point to pay attention to Naruto in general.

Because he couldn't afford to -- more trouble that it was worth for everyone involved.

"You made me aware from the beginning," Sasuke said coolly. "There was no point belabouring all these other irrelevant points. Don't bother wasting your breath and definitely stop wasting my time with such things."

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