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It wasn’t a story most were used to, but could be a shock all the same. Pilfering bodies of civilians and shinobi alike was a brutal practice, but for someone as desperate to survive and completely homeless as her, Fuso simply didn’t have a choice. Bodies in various states of undress had all been stolen from by the Uzumaki, quickly assessing what could be salvaged and what was too perishable to save. Shinobi had the most swag on them, their casualties too heavy for their compatriots to account for the difference Fuso willingly took advantage of.

One such body was of a kunoichi already bloated with decay, but Fuso was dauntless in robbing her corpse, all before she had a vague feeling she wasn’t alone. Of someone powerful at her back; thank gods she had her Chakra Deflection, else any good Sensor would discover her heritage, and gods knew what would follow. Otherwise, she would just say she was a defected Suna-nin, and be able to pull it off, too. 

Madara feels no need to say much as his approach is quiet, weighed by a thoughtful melancholia in spite of the company he kept. Or, maybe it was someone else’s. The Uchiha silently wound his arms around the man’s waist from behind, something he was wont to do despite how little it happened in with others.

Once caught, no time was wasted as they wrapped him in garments to seal his movements, and prevent him from breaking free. And although he tried, he made no progress. The feeling was suffocating, not even his threads could move.

As he stepped out of the armored vehicle, he felt eyes on him, he looked through the gathered crowd and caught her staring, the only one who dared meet his gaze. As he was led towards the building, he kept his eyes on her until he was forced to look away as he was taken inside.

Inside, he memorized the corridors he was taken through, how many flights of stairs down he went. Each step taken felt like a step closer to his impending death. No one lived forever, not even those who claimed immortality. He had no doubt they would take his secrets (which he had no plans of making easy), and then dispose of him.

His guards finally brought him in front of a door to what he guessed to be his cell. Refusing to step inside, they shoved him in. With his wrappings still on, he lost his balance, stumbling into the cell but stayed up and turned to give them a harsh glare. He still had his pride, and wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing him fall. They slammed the door on him once he was in and locked it.  

There was a bright light, tiled floors, a bed. Not at all the dungeon he had expected. It was still a jail cell in his eyes though, no different from the last he had been in. Just upgraded.

He sat on the edge of the bed and faced the wall. All he could do now was wait until someone came for him.

Were it not for Sakura asking Ibiki to intervene on what could possibly be a very promising opportunity where troves of secrets were concerned, Kakuzu likely would have been sequestered in the Konoha Strict Correctional Facility and left to rot there for the rest of his days. Many questioned the interrogator’s motives, but a cutting look was enough to silence them, and it made Sakura grateful that the man was in her corner and not opposite it.

Already had a few years passed since the war had ended, and with it came changes. Aside from the high-profile exposure of the Uchiha Massacre putting Sakura and her ICIU on the maps, but alongside all the other cases that had come flooding in, enormous swaths of work needed to be done. 

Proceeding into the lower floors of the prison quadrant of the Intelligence Division did Sakura find herself where Kakuzu himself was sequestered, the Jounin pocketing her hands in her flak jacket as she appraised him quietly at first, at this relic from a bygone era. 

“You probably don’t know who I am, but honestly, it’s not important. I think we could help each other, Kakuzu-san,” Sakura began as she pulled up a sitting stool that had belonged to one of the wardens, ‘borrowing’ it for a short time. “Just call me Sakura, no honorifics required.”

Of course, of she were well-prepared, she might have had ryou to flash in some meager way of enticement, but he wouldn’t buy it--pun or no. “I could make it worth your while, but there’s insider knowledge I’m sure that Akatsuki had. Knowledge you’re likely privy to.”

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Kakuzu came to a halt at their words, looking them over. He found himself both amused and curious. It had been a while since anyone kicked his ass, even a little, and even longer since anyone threatening to do so had actually been able to. He found himself wondering if they could. While he normally wouldn’t mind having a little fun, and he certainly wasn’t afraid of them, he just wasn’t in the mood for a fight at the moment.

“You’d find your own ass getting kicked as well,” Kakuzu told them, keeping his tone light even as his threads itched under his skin in anticipation for any possible outcome to this meeting. “But I’m not looking for a fight today. I have business to take care of and need to pass by.”

     Believable enough. It would be a couple of hours of recharging before Sin would be truly ready to fight someone anyway. The wound under their jacket was healed and gone, but the phantom pain from the crash remained. 

"What, are you crazy?! If you accept this mission, you'll die!"

Madara's heart climbed into his throat at the prospect, his own battles impressing upon him just how utterly unbeatable Hashirama was, and that anyone else would be devastated should they so much as try. It would be a lie to say he wasn't riddled with anxiety at the thought, at what he could say to convince the Taki-nin and his lover that it wasn't something he should undertake, that perhaps Madara himself could assume a Henge and feign being him so that at least he'd live. Because Hashirama was a god, and he could take and give in equal measure. Madara seized Kakuzu's hitae-ate in a childish ploy to prevent him from leaving, as if it was enough to stop him.

"No, I won't let you! I forbid it!" Madara snarled with tears mounting in his eyes, shedding loosely down his cheeks when Kakuzu caught him, the taller man taking him firmly by the shoulders as Madara's body quivered like a leaf. It was different when it was someone else facing Hashirama. It was different when you loved that man so much that it felt painful and visceral. He wanted to steal Kakuzu away and hide him, or keep him prisoner so he'd be written off as dead and he'd be free instead of sacrificing himself to that stupid village. That stupid place that took and took--

Madara's thoughts were abruptly silenced when the Taki-nin took him by the chin and coaxed the Uchiha to match eyes, unable to hide the terror that seemed briefly stilled by Kakuzu's touch. Angling his face, Kakuzu murmured something about how he had to, how he had to go through with it before planting a deep, passionate kiss on his lips that brought out all sorts of weaknesses in the Uchiha. When they parted, Madara stubbornly clung to him, embracing him tightly around his ribcage and refused to budge.

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1. Konan

I just thought of this the other day. I have no idea what you have Kakuzu doing during the third ninja war, but I had this idea of: What if he makes his way into Ame? What if he took pity on an orphaned child Konan and adopted her/allowed her to follow him around? If he would even do that.

2. Sosuke Uchida- OC.

I never get to use him :'( Not that I do a good job at advertising my OCs. Anyways. I had two ideas!

One takes place during Kakuzu's time with the Akatsuki. Maybe Sosuke serves as an informant for black market purposes. I guess this could also work with your Wanderer verse! Kinda vague- sorry!

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