Desert Timeskip

Down, deep in the dark, hidden away within the confines of her own home, Usagi held captive a certain someone. This someone, to the extent of her knowledge, had no name, at least that she had found, and no family. He had no next of kin and, though he may have at some point belonged to a gang or something, he had no one looking for him. No, he was simply a no one, someone that no one cared for or was worried about. In short, he was utterly perfect for her plan.

You see, she had, at a point in the past, come across both some unique genetic information and a rather peculiar jutsu which could use such materials. She had preserved it, of course, and now she needed to act upon these powers. This strange power, so difficult to acquire and so exclusive to her as far as she knew, was actually quite simple in practice, though she added a bit of her own flair. A few seals caused a stir in the air as dust and earth consumed the poor man's body. A few more seals added some rather dreadful poisonous properties to the reviving member of the Black Sun, and a final addition, once she had finished the summoning, placed both a seal which would allow her to recall him at a distance and a seal which would allow her to observe him, and each she had affixed with a lurking remnant of her mind to further enhance them.

Her necromancy had begun.

Her pawn roamed far and wide, searching out the information from far away places and relaying it to her. Through his eyes she saw the minor lands come and go and, in time, she saw the ruins of Iwagakure, once the haunt of this man when he still breathed. She had, of course, disguised him well, allowing his skin to stretch flawlessly across his body instead of crack and break in such an unsightly manner. For a wide ranging world-class criminal, people tended not to recognize him. Perhaps the Black Sun had been less threatening that initially thought. No matter, for she got from him what she required.

In the meanwhile, she had come into her own as the magnanimous head-medic of the beautiful Sunagakure. With her almost magical crystal release, she rendered the entire plaza which contained the remains of the hospital to a pink substance and then, with her magnetic powers, formed it into a towering, sparkling abode for her and per patients. Thusly, the hospital was reborn and rebuilt, though uniquely in her image. A huge garden now hid within the center of the whole place, the trees a glimmering crystal with a collection of both real and fake flowers and emerald grass.

Her fame grew since the past year, the stunt with the hospital renovations drawing the attention of the masses. Who wouldn't be pleased about a brand new, sparkling hospital from which anyone could acquire free healthcare? And of course, she was as beautiful and charming as ever to the young ninja and civilians which came through her doors. Yes, she had truly claimed this large plot of land as her own, in addition to her sizable home which she still reigned supreme within. Hearts had been few and far between, but she had never stopped storing away chakra for later and, in fact, became rather shocked that she had not needed to activate her hidden seal at all.

Her lair, deep, deep beneath multiple sub-levels of the hospital and accessible only to herself, had a collection of traps implanted within the walls. A host of Sunlight Chains had been hidden within the walls, floors, and ceilings, and would be set to activate should anyone other than her, someone accompanied by her, or her Edo slaves enter the domain. Each had a set of two Anchor Curtains weaved into them, and each of these contained her ever lurking presence as a perpetual curse. She then conjured up five-hundred Impressionism dolls, half which contained her red ribbons and anchors, half which contained a crushing, miniature world, and all which contained her nightmare. Finally, each floor of the building had five traps hidden within the ceilings, in the form of 3 destructive world capsules which could crush the whole place on her command and 2 sets of ink traps which would destroy others' fuinjutsu.

Down there, within her hidden complex, rested her twin, unconscious friends. Oh how long they had toiled away in their strange sleep, a sickness which she could neither diagnose nor solve. This angered the woman for she alone stood as the world's definitively greatest medic. She could raise the freaking dead for heaven's sake, she should be able to wake these boys up. And yet on they slept, day after day, year after year, their power safely stored beneath the ground. Such titans, reduced to a state of slumber, and for what? Luckily for them, they were not only safe in their hidden abode, but she had taken very good care of them, hooking them up to nourishment to keep their bodies strong. Oh how she hoped that they awoke but, just in case, she had a bit of their blood stored away. They would not leave her service quite so easily.

Aside from this and her research, her days passed by with relative simpleness. Her singular informant still roamed the world endlessly, an un-sleeping, un-eating monstrosity that kept eyes on the world's affairs, but she remained almost entirely at home, though she did purchase some fancy new plates to transport goods to her slave and installed one in her home and one deep within her hospital layer.

Presently, nothing called upon her. No task demanded her attention and her patients were in good hands. Her tests were running swimmingly, though a lack of war and carnage prevented her from acquiring anything new as far as subjects and material went. A rather boring five years, all things considered, even though the world around them crumbled. Iron apparently swept through the minor nations and executed all the ninja within them, and yet no war came anywhere near Suna. Strange, but not unreasonable; Suna had firepower for days.

Standing at the top of the hospital, up in a tall tower, she peered out over the sands - over her sands. She had an idea, another wonderful, terrible idea to transform her lair once more, though this would require time and resources and training. For now, she simply kept a hold of the kage hat which Hiro had given her, awaiting the day that he and Volt would awaken. She still have a few loose ends to take care of and a few of the remaining major villages to scout out. Before that, however, she took some time to draw upon herself, creating an animal tapestry all along her back of Impressionism figures to do her bidding and imbuing each preemptively with a nightmare vision of her own mind. She would need to add a trap to them in the heat of battle, but the flexibility was certainly there. And then, she bound herself with five effigies of her protective world which would keep her from any and all harm.

Fin