Alright this is a new story I've already got two chapters up and big plans for it hehe! I love Zetsu he's no mistreated... This chapter takes place about 30 years after the war with Akatsuki but the whole story starts 20 years before the war. Zetsu hasn't joined the Akatsuki yet so just you wait!

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In an open green grass meadow was an old lady with short gray hair, limping her way towards Weeping Willow tree beside a beautiful river bed. This beautiful tree homed so many memories for the elderly lady. She placed her wrinkled old hands upon the dark bark with a small smile lighting up her wrinkled face. Her dark purple eyes sadden as she stared at the tree and listened to the rush of water. Time had changed her and everything around her, but here… time had not touched. Everything was exactly how she remembered it, not a leaf was out of place nor a stick.

How long had it been since she was last here? Forty, fifty, or maybe sixty years? No it had only been fifty years.

"Obaasan?" A man in his early twenties walked up towards his grandmother and placed his hands on her shoulders. He had dark green hair with dark golden eyes; he was tall and looked intimidating in his shinobi outfit. His mother and him were born in the Village Hidden in the Grass, but his grandmother was from another smaller country with no shinobi. She had practically raised him since his parents had died on the battle field before he had been five. "It's getting colder… Maybe we should go inside so—"

"You remind me so much of him, Ryo." She said in a sweet and sad voice.

"Who?" Ryo was confused, sure he heard all the time how he was so much like his mother or looked like his father, but his grandmother always laughed and never replied.

"Your grandfather, silly." She smiled at his shocked face. "You didn't think you got your looks from me did you?" She laughed as she gingerly sat down on the ground with her grandson's help. "I met him here fifty years ago at this very tree." She smiled as she patted the tree with a smile.

"Obaasan are you okay?"

"Yes why wouldn't I be?" She sat up straighter holding her head high. She would not be looked down as weak old lady, senile she didn't mind, but weak was a no, no.

"I've never heard you talk about grandfather." Ryo stated as he sat down beside his grandmother.

"I guess I never have, have I?" She looked up at the gold and green leaves of the willow before smiling. "Would you like to hear how I met your grandfather?"

Ryo nodded as he turned to face his grandmother; even as a child he loved to her about her adventures as she traveled the world before settling down in the Grass.

"It was about fifty years ago back when I was still young, my mid-twenties….." She began.


This is only the prolouge wait until I start getting into the story!