Pleasant, came the morn a nice day surrounded by blue-rich skies and a soft breeze that brought a comfort against the summer heat, fall peeking through in her eagerness. Under the warmth, he was walking casually in his only worn Yutaka, a tiny bump the size of a rice ball poking the fabric out. At his third month of pregnancy, he was grinning widely, all smiles; regardless of the fact he had yet to properly acquire a job, at least one suitable for while on maternity; some marketers had seen fit to drastically increase their prices for whenever he was by, because of the rumour -although true- of him being pregnant, so it was harder for him to purchase healthy food. Still, his friend in Kamaji-chan had offered him a position in her store should it be necessary.

What he did not presume to happen was for an obvious member of the ROOT to flicker before him and ordered him to briskly go to the council chambers, before flickering away with no noticeable trace of her presence left behind. He twitched for the order, in comprehension, acknowledging what the old shinobi of the council would wish to see him for his hand rested gently on his bump, a fright running through his shoulders down into his toes. Yet he knew where to go and his feet walked him without protest along the path- the trees had yet to change to their sunset hues but some leafs had already taken to falling and autumn was awaiting with a little chill, and the clouds cresting over the cliff ready for rain.

Their building was abstracted from the main Hokage building, much as they in truth were. The opinion of the council was staggered, in middle-class neighbourhoods, they held modest regard amongst the people. In the lower communities, however, they were taken as conservatives who had no mind for the future or the new generation; an opinion that was beginning to slowly spread amongst those of a shinobi rank. Naruto knew for definite he already disliked their purpose, for they had never come on his side of ideals, but when it came to matters of community safety and regulation, he despised how they drew their acts:

It had been the council who had plagued the village with the knowledge that he beheld a demon -back when he hadn't even known, fabricating lies and allowing gossip to spread that he was in fact the demon they all despised, having killed the fourth Hokage. It had been the council who shunted all possibility of him as an orphan- illegal to adopt and forced to live on his own at the age of five. Posturing to make certain he would never be a threat unto the village as their own tales contrived. He knew where they worked for all the times he had come to the side, merely to graffiti the place in colourful expletives demeaning them all, his fist clenched beside him for ire, for long-suppressed emotion he wished to showcase in a fist to their faces in a showful, telling, pain. By standard, by necessity in decorum, he merely opens the door with a deepened restraint and goes to the meeting room with the simple point of the receptionist feigning ignorance unto his arrival.

Manners would have him bow upon entry, alas, he gave no polite inclination unto those who saw him as lesser then humane. It weren't a taught express, but by the stoicism of his former teammate's depressed persona, he carved away any trace of smile which he may have adorned, irises staring blankly forward in an awaitance for a form of order from their arrogant voices. If nothing else, Sasuke's remembered stoicism in the face of criticism or example was eternal upon his memory, within his own knowledge of the council's continued prejudice, he managed a glare. They gave it no acknowledgement, much as they stared in directly beyond him, as if he weren't within the room afore them.

Koharu spoke, her voice carrying heavy amongst the silence of the others, though her demeanour was far less tense than her comrades; it was without regard that she spoke in a demand."Uzumaki-san, we have been informed that you have been improperly bonded, we ask that you tell us who this might be." In difficult with the want to yell and the burning desire to leave, his hand twitched for want of action while his lip curled in restraint against emotional action, teeth grit inwards in opposition. They were all, each staring upon him, waiting for an answer, and though it would find him trouble, later on, Naruto allowed himself the luxury of following Jiraiya's advice, he straightened his figure-

"I don't have to tell you anything. I know that." It was a willful denial, even if he made for his own voice to sound meek to how he normally spoke, but at least they as the Konoha Council they would be obligated to agree with their own made rules. Minor, but obvious, Danzo's visible eye narrowed, while Homaru sighed in with Koharu for his knowledge of the law; they had probably anticipated he was unaware of the loophole and hoped he would inform them without protest. They rubbed at their foreheads for thought, while Naruto forced himself to wait by the door, eagerly awaiting dismissal. It was Koharu's small figure who spoke next;

"At the very least-" Her quiet voice was then outspoken by Danzo's brash imposition and impatience, as he overspoke with such a righteous arrogance colouring his tone, no one could regard him without an egotism. It filled the room with a greyed atmosphere, it danced over the blond's cheeks in such heavy hubris that Naruto covered his abdomen in want protection. In turn, it made his own comrades scowl up upon him for lacking commonplace politesse.

"You must get an abortion." The words stained upon him an instinctual reaction to lash out his carried weapons, to slash at an open throat for blood, to growl for all the insult it implicated. To those who hadn't made the 'suggestion' in brazen point of fact, they at the least seemed remorseful for the brashful manor their colleague carried. "A pregnancy is unacceptable for someone like you if the Kyuubi should become unstable-" It was for his want not to be executed that he did not go in directly to punching the man, still his want for violence did have him yell.

"No." The manner in whatever way Sasuke had taught him without a word to keep stoic slipped away, and a defensive posture came to him naturally, his scowl formed obvious, and the glare he had restrained was prominent in its hatred. "You've ruined my life enough! I won't let you take away my right to have a child!" It was spat forth with all the volume of force he could muster within his yell, shocking all the elders into taking their own step back away from his upset. Two of them each seemed uncertain, their expressions wavered for his outcry, looking to each other with near gazed of sympathy. Danzo however, kept himself framed with a stern certainty none could speak against, lest they waste valuable time. Naruto could feel the pressure of blunted nails into the skin of his palms, the heat of his seal well hidden, albeit his want to reach forth for the churning power was evident for the rage in his irises.

"Danzo, we cannot stop him from having a child, that is outside of our power. Mito-sama had her child without issue after all." Homaru spoke, stern in his scorn for the suggestion, his eyes peered over the rims of his glasses in disagreement. While Danzo appeared ready himself to hit the man, Naruto held little restraint himself, patience running further than thin. The debate over his own applicability to basic rights was waring on all the marginal refrain he had learned from his various mentors over the years. Though his mind clung slightly to the mention of the previous Jinjuuriki, a scoff escaping him at the information that the First Hokage's wife had been his predecessor, and that it had been kept secret, a vague wondering came upon him; what would the villagers think if they knew their esteemed Hokage had been married to a demon? Some of his fight left, and his body untensed from its readied poise.

They, however, continued their argument."Something has to be done- we know now that the Kyuubi can be released by pregnancy." He raised his head from where he had been staring at the floor. Already knowing his words would spark outrage among them, yet also, fully aware that he had few cards to play.

"If you try anything, I will run away to the Sunagakure, or Mist, or Stone, I don't care; I'm not letting you treat her the same way you treat me." He loved his village, those few good moments amongst friends and those few he cared in-depth for had given it a sunshine colour. Even so, with the minor outdent of his Yutaka, he would take any measure he could to ensure that his daughter had a future untarnished by the council's mutilations. If necessary, find a godparent to raise her in his stead, if her father had no desire to. For his statement, the council appeared appalled, offended in the worst manner their faces could contort. A glare bore down upon him from each, no mask of civility. He hid the fact that though his fists remained his hands shook by shoving them into his pockets, playing his next card was risky for he knew it was a white lie of sorts. "My bonded might not be here, but I know he would be able to kill you and many of your ROOT." The threat was delivered with a shiver of fear threading through his spine- Jiraiya wouldn't kill the council and Naruto knew that better than anyone, but in considering his daughter's unborn life; it was a lie he was willing to tell. The sanin was after all, capable of doing so.

They stayed silent, however, their glares did say much as to their general opinion. Naruto decided then to leave.