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Title: Who...
Author: Haruka
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: General, Drabble
Summary: Choujuurou had always longed to know who his father was.
Notes: Spoilers for the Kage Summit arc. Based on a theory that my brother and I have. Oh, and we gave Mizukage a name: Nijimasu.
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Choujuurou’s identity as the Godaime Mizukage’s son was kept secret, although it unnerved him when villagers looked at him curiously, commenting on his unusual hair color and eye color. His mother, Nijimasu, had russet deep auburn hair and jade green eyes. Choujuurou had his mother’s eyes, but his father’s deep blue hair. However, he did not know who his father was. Nijimasu had never told Choujuurou. Every single time he asked her when he was a small boy, Nijimasu would form tears in her eyes and remain silent, trying to be strong. “He’s dead, Choujuurou. There’s nothing more to know about him.” Eventually Choujuurou stopped asking, and made it a goal in life to learn who his father was.
The first thing he noticed that he inherited from his father was his sharp teeth. These teeth, no matter how shy and kind Choujuurou was in the academy, scared most of the other students away. Choujuurou also noticed that he was very strong. At the age of eight, he was able to (albeit clumsily) wield a sword without harming himself, which propelled Nijimasu into insisting he refine this talent with swords, even though it reminded her of a certain someone. He found that he was extremely fond of fish, but detested shark fin soup, and that he really loved swimming-more so than his peers, anyway. With these traits, Choujuurou concluded that his father was originally from Kiri.
It was the day Choujuurou became a Swordsman of the Mist, which caused an uproar among the villagers because he was only fifteen years old. Now, as a Swordsman, it meant that he could protect his mother in public without anyone wondering why he was there. It also meant that he had access to Nijimasu’s office (mainly for missions). It was time to peruse the village records, and narrow down which men had died fifteen years earlier (Nijimasu did briefly mention once that Choujuurou’s father had died when she was three months pregnant, although he never knew about the pregnancy), and in turn learn who his father was.
Choujuurou found nothing in the death records from fifteen years earlier. This frustrated him. He decided he would browse the general Kiri records from that period of time, chalking it up to lack of good organization skills on the secretaries’ parts. This took forever, but Choujuurou was determined. Soon enough, Nijimasu’s office was a mess, and Choujuurou was down to the last drawer of the records cabinet.
It was the last folder. Choujuurou was almost giving up hope, thinking that his mother had ordered the records to be destroyed. He sighed as he opened the folder, and he gasped upon viewing the photograph of the man. It was all there: the hair, the teeth, the strength… But he wasn’t dead. No, far from it.
“Choujuurou?!” Nijimasu exclaimed as she entered her office. “What-”
“No wonder you didn’t want me to know who he was, and no wonder you told me he was dead.” Choujuurou said quietly, still staring in shock at the photograph.
“Choujuurou…”
“My father…” Choujuurou removed the photograph from the folder and continued to stare at it, his voice rising in a mixture of excitement and shock, “is Hoshigaki Kisame.”
Author: Haruka
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: General, Drabble
Summary: Choujuurou had always longed to know who his father was.
Notes: Spoilers for the Kage Summit arc. Based on a theory that my brother and I have. Oh, and we gave Mizukage a name: Nijimasu.
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Choujuurou’s identity as the Godaime Mizukage’s son was kept secret, although it unnerved him when villagers looked at him curiously, commenting on his unusual hair color and eye color. His mother, Nijimasu, had russet deep auburn hair and jade green eyes. Choujuurou had his mother’s eyes, but his father’s deep blue hair. However, he did not know who his father was. Nijimasu had never told Choujuurou. Every single time he asked her when he was a small boy, Nijimasu would form tears in her eyes and remain silent, trying to be strong. “He’s dead, Choujuurou. There’s nothing more to know about him.” Eventually Choujuurou stopped asking, and made it a goal in life to learn who his father was.
The first thing he noticed that he inherited from his father was his sharp teeth. These teeth, no matter how shy and kind Choujuurou was in the academy, scared most of the other students away. Choujuurou also noticed that he was very strong. At the age of eight, he was able to (albeit clumsily) wield a sword without harming himself, which propelled Nijimasu into insisting he refine this talent with swords, even though it reminded her of a certain someone. He found that he was extremely fond of fish, but detested shark fin soup, and that he really loved swimming-more so than his peers, anyway. With these traits, Choujuurou concluded that his father was originally from Kiri.
It was the day Choujuurou became a Swordsman of the Mist, which caused an uproar among the villagers because he was only fifteen years old. Now, as a Swordsman, it meant that he could protect his mother in public without anyone wondering why he was there. It also meant that he had access to Nijimasu’s office (mainly for missions). It was time to peruse the village records, and narrow down which men had died fifteen years earlier (Nijimasu did briefly mention once that Choujuurou’s father had died when she was three months pregnant, although he never knew about the pregnancy), and in turn learn who his father was.
Choujuurou found nothing in the death records from fifteen years earlier. This frustrated him. He decided he would browse the general Kiri records from that period of time, chalking it up to lack of good organization skills on the secretaries’ parts. This took forever, but Choujuurou was determined. Soon enough, Nijimasu’s office was a mess, and Choujuurou was down to the last drawer of the records cabinet.
It was the last folder. Choujuurou was almost giving up hope, thinking that his mother had ordered the records to be destroyed. He sighed as he opened the folder, and he gasped upon viewing the photograph of the man. It was all there: the hair, the teeth, the strength… But he wasn’t dead. No, far from it.
“Choujuurou?!” Nijimasu exclaimed as she entered her office. “What-”
“No wonder you didn’t want me to know who he was, and no wonder you told me he was dead.” Choujuurou said quietly, still staring in shock at the photograph.
“Choujuurou…”
“My father…” Choujuurou removed the photograph from the folder and continued to stare at it, his voice rising in a mixture of excitement and shock, “is Hoshigaki Kisame.”