Painting with Greed
The point of view to this story will be altering quite fast, shifting from each character, as it isn't really fair to pin it to one character's perspective during a story.
As people are people.
And those people, I do not own.
Prelude to a Collapse
Early morning was when I greeted the day with a slap of my alarm clock, silencing it until tomorrow. I clambered out of bed quietly and almost fell as a pin-prick like sensation raced up my leg, making me buckle and lean against the wall until I felt that I could walk it out. I shuffled my way into the kitchen with a lazy yawn splitting my lips.
The calendar said Sunday, October thirty-first, which happened to be the day of my mission to a country minor to Sunagakure. I smiled at the thought of seeing my friend again after the mission, and soon finished the cereal I had gotten during my thoughts.
I took a decent sized shower and dressed in a casual black and grey outfit, donning a quiet white jacket carefully and tied my hitae-ite into my golden hair, locking my home with a seal, and made my way to the gates as my first day of being…
Naruto Uzumaki
Jounin of Konohagakure
I was well on my way up in the ranks, but I had no idea how much impact this day of my life would affect my future as a shinobi.
Today was the day when I met her.