CH 1 Memories of Mist Part 1
(I do not own naruto)
AU: A few character name changes were made.
Aside from a few early morning creatures, the damp, dark jungles of Kiri no Kuni went undisturbed. Not event the two figures, which rush through its canopy, disturb the natural tranquility. After all, not only are they at home with their surroundings, but also their occupation demands such speed & guile. Their military men known as ninja—or at least former jounin and special jounin of KiriGakure: who took an oath to protect and serve their village along with their leader the Mizu Kage. However, certain circumstances have forced them to break that oath, betray their leader, and subsequently flee for their lives. The youngest of the duo, a white, spiky-haired jounin is Senri Meyami, whose once vibrant crimson eyes are now dulled and saddened.
He whispers to himself still in daze from his last battle, " I still…I still can't believe, that Genji, my own twin brother, would—would betray the clan just like that."
Although the words were whispered, years of experience in espionage allowed the balding, white bearded, and aged Genryu Meyami to pick up on what was said. To say the least he was disappointed; not only from the failed coupe de tat, but also from seeing his son unfocused and distraught from the earlier battle.
Thinking quickly, he steeled his resolve and spoke, "Let the past be Senri." Senri turned his head to face his father. "What's more important right now is to carry follow with the back-up plan. After all, the life of the rest of our clan now hangs in the balance."
Hearing his father's words, Senri once downtrodden soul fire has now been rekindled. In mere moments, he resolved to place duty to the clan before his own feelings and increased his pacing.
Genryu allowed himself a brief moment of pride in his son's quick recovery, before picking up the pace as well.
Meanwhile, on a bridge connecting the Meyami Clan's island to the Mainland to Kiri no Kuni. Sunrise is only one hour away and a heavy curtain of mist drapes across its ancient form.
BOUNCE…BOUNCE, BOUNCE…
A bouncing red ball passes between the hands of two giggling little girls from different families.
"Hey, Yuki-Chan," singsongs the pale porcelain white, white-haired girl. "Yes, Yoshi-kun" replies the bleach blond haired Miyuki.
"Let's make a promise to each otha", said Yoshi. "A promise?" questions Miyuki as she passes the ball back to Yoshi.
"Yeah--Yuki-chan, a special once in a life time promis to be friens no matter…"
Yoshi sentence is cutoff by a distant, shaky voice. "What was that?" Yoshi wondered. She looks around in attempt to find the source of the strange voice. A Few moments' passes, before the voice returns. And slowly but surely, growing in strength it began to echo across the bridge.
Until finally, she hears a loud, threatening yell from the disembodied voice saying, "Yoshi, you lazy namekuji, WAKE UP!"
The World before her goes silent as if time has stopped. Before suddenly being swallowed by ink black darkness.
Thirteen–year old Yoshi awakens from the dream like memory, to the sound of her kekkei genkai counter-part's yell. Still drowsy, yet startled yoshi accidentally releases her chakra's hold to the ceiling bed and falls. However, years of heavy training from her sister, and painful, sometimes near-death, trial and error allowed yoshi to right herself midair albeit lazily and retrieve two kunai from her person. She lands gracefully and silently in a crouched defense stance after falling another six meters and scans the room.
Sensing no plausible physical threat other than her dragon partner, the smooth, white scaled Nanami still asleep. As Yoshi rises from the crouched position; she yawns before flinging nonchalantly one kunai at target board directly behind.
THUNK.
"Hmm… three inches deep and 5 centimeters form dead center…not bad, sigh. Oniichan, do you understand what that dream was about because I still don't get it?"
"Now is not the time to discussing your worthless dreams and pathetic forgetfulness. Just get dressed," was his harsh answer.
Yoshi simply shrugged off the offense (already used to it by now) and indolently sauntered out of the room.
After avoiding and evading the traps set by her neesan she grabbed her usual gear: a white shirt with black & white stripped sleeves, black pants, round rimmed glasses, silver chain link choker, boxers (due to certain wardrobe problems), a pair of black fingerless gloves, and black combat boots, before proceeding with her morning ritual.
She returned to her trap ridden, under furnished, and yet still messy room only to have a kunai whistle past her drowsy visage. The oddly designed kunai embedded itself dead center of her target board.
Sigh, I guess ryo-kun is making his morning entrance, thought yoshi. After a few seconds the tag attached to the kunai ignited.
BOOOOMMM!
A large wave of debris, dust, and odd colored feathers swept out of Yoshi's room and into the main hall of the meyami complex. Sigh…you can take over now yoshindo-san, thought yoshi sprawled out on the now dust ridden floor.
"Whatever Aho (dumb ass)." replied yoshindo in harsh but hyped undertone.
"Cough, cough…too much, cough gunpowder," wheezed Ryo. He clears his throat before yelling into the settling dust cloud. "Yosh! Time to wake up my monochrome friend--Whoa!" Not realizing at the time, ryo was standing on Yoshindo's face.
Thus, angering the monochrome giant who abruptly stood up, fipping Ryo off in the process. He yelled, "Did you really need to use that particular kunai, especially in my room Ryo-bozu!"
"Whoa, whoa, chill out you bi-polar behemoth. We got bigger fish to fry today, so there's no time to question my methods", countered Ryo.
"Why shouldn't he you crazy teme; you almost got me killed", interjected Nanami, Whom had woken up, after being half crushed and buried in a pile of rubble. All three continued to argue between each other with no sign from either side standing down. Completely unaware of the danger they're in.
"Oneechan and Jazz-kun aren't going to be to happy about the mess or the yelling", sighed Yoshi within the mindscape.
A small but growing force of killer intent is felt by yoshi but goes ignored by the arguing teens.
"Eto… Oniichan, I think it would be best to leave, like right now perhaps?" asked Yoshi worriedly.
"An another thing, wait, what…" Yoshindo's is however cutoff mid sentence by the sounds of a triple animal summoning. Followed by a blood-curdling chorus of roars.
Author's note-sorry for the poor grammar, but please read and review.