Allright! My first fanfic. This is just an intro, but I plan on putting more chapters up. Please review. I will also introduce another charater later... .>


On a small hill outside of a small village, a lone figure sat. The wind gently ruffled his hair and blew his long bangs away from his face. He watched the village burning . . . terrible screams of dieing people reached his ears. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes. "Why here . . . Why my home . . . un?" he asked himself. A blast of heat reached his face as the wind changed course.

He stood up. "I shouldn't stay here . . . un," he whispered. He turned reluctantly away and ran off.


That had happened 6 years ago to this day. He had been 16 at the time, but was now a grown man, of the age 22. He stood on that same hill and looked at the now empty landscape. "Nothing much left . . . un," he said sadly. For the last time, he turned his back on his childhood . . . his home, and left . . .

He set off on foot to the next town or village he could find. There was one that was only a few miles from this desolate land. He reached his hand into a small pouch at his side and sighed. "No more clay . . . un. It looks like I will be making my whole journey on foot now . . . un."

It was a nice spring day, perfect for traveling. The breeze carried the sent of blooming wild flowers with it. His loose fitting black pants and fishnet shirt were perfect for this kind of day. Swinging his jacket over his shoulder, he stepped out with more vigor. It was about time he had gotten away from that Hell hole of a memory. Over the years, he had visited it many times, but lived too close to it. He decided that he needed to take up a more nomadic lifestyle. But where to go first. . . .


Charater belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. You'll find out (if you don't already know, you're hopeless) who he is later.