This is my first fanfic so bare with me. It is also a first to let people read my stories so if you have an ideas how to improve please let me know. Also I am not sure if I will continue the story so let me know if it is worth continuing. I will try to update it regularly but it will depend on how people are responding to it. Thanks for taking the time to read (bows).

I have changed the rating on the story to T until later when I will change it back to M for mature content. What that content is I can not disclose at this time (you'll just have wait and read to find out). Also I have been experiencing writers block that I have recently mended. So for those of you that have been waiting for a update I promise it will be soon. To make up for the long delay I promise chaper 6 will be lengthy. Thank you for your patience.

Sasuke: Shuken does not own Naruto and if he did I'd quit!

Me: Don't be fooled folks he really loves me!

Sasuke: Utter "that word" regarding me again and die.

Me: (Begs for forgiveness)

Enjoy!

Oh please send ideas for a title, I suck at making them up! Arigatou gozaimasu (bows)!

He had gotten up and broken camp before the sun rose over the horizon, but was used to waking early and he enjoyed watching the sun rise as he traveled. He knew where he was and knew where his feet were taking him, but it surprised him that it had been so long since he was last here; it seemed strangely nice to be back. He walked along the road ignoring the four people that were following him in the shadows. He had known that he was being tailed three days ago but he didn't pay too much attention to them. He knew that they were just patrol keeping an eye on suspicious looking people and he was "suspicious."

In his musing he did not realize that he had arrived at the gates to the village. He stopped momentarily imagining what lay inside. 'Well only one way to find out,' he thought as he walked through the gates. As soon he set foot inside the gate the four shinobi that had been following him dropped out of the sky and surrounded him. He calmly stopped and waited patiently for the masked ninja's to speak.

"Who are you and what business do you have here?" one of the shinobi's demanded. They were unarmed and seemed calm but he could sense they were being cautious.

"I am a traveler," he replied calmly, "I'm just passing through."

The man eyed him suspiciously, "What business do you have in Konoha?"

"I need work and supplies for my travels," the man replied to the ninja's question. It was odd the ninja thought most people would be nervous and upset when confronted by four Anbu ninja's but this man simply stood there. He was starting to think that the man was more then he seemed. The man was tall with a slender build. He had shades that hid his eyes and shoulder length spiky hair. He wore a simple black head band but what was so striking about the man was the scar on his face. It was an impressive scar that started above his left eye near his hair line and proceeded diagonally down his face ending at his right jaw.

"State your name," commanded the ninja.

The man with the scar simply stood patiently waiting for them to leave him be. He had no intention of giving his name, one he did not want to cause a stir and two he did not want to be imprisoned. 'I could just turn around and leave,' he thought to himself, 'but I feel like sticking around for awhile.' He took a deep breath before speaking, "You are not going to let me pass unless I give my name are you?" more of a statement then a question. "Fine," he sighed, "You may call me Isao."

"Isao-san?" the nin repeated to himself. He eyed the man very carefully before continuing. "You are a stranger here and it is customary for strangers to meet with our Hokage."

Isao could not find any way out of the situation so he agreed to go and meet with their Hokage. 'What could possibly happen,' he thought.

Ooo

It was a long walk from the gates to the Hokage's office and it didn't help that everyone was out and about. It didn't bother him much but Isao liked to stay unnoticed when traveling. It was hard to keep a low profile when you were being escorted by four Anbu ninjas through town. He waited with his eyes closed for the Hokage to finish talking with the nin that had questioned him at the gate. He could hear them whispering, 'like I would care what you thought of me,' but he paid them no mind. He simply wanted to get it over with and be on his way. The whispering stopped and he could feel the eyes boring into him. 'I hate when people stare' he thought irritably. Still he kept calm and relaxed waiting for someone to speak.

"Isao is it?" the Hokage asked Isao as she placed her elbows on the desk creating a tent with her finger tips. She seemed more irritated that he was there than anything else. She took a deep breath obviously tired of waiting for him to speak, "What business do you have here in Konoha?"

Isao slowly opened his eyes and studied the Hokage before replying, "As I told them I am traveling around the world and I am just passing through. I just needed to pick up some supplies."

The Hokage kept her eyes on him studying him carefully 'There is something familiar about this man.' She brushed the thought aside 'I would remember someone with a scar like that' and continued, "Well I am sure some of the shops in the village are in need of help. They may be able to hire you for a short time. Please do not cause any trouble while you are here and I will be keeping an eye on you until you leave this village."

He hated it when people were nosy but it seemed like he couldn't argue the point so he unwillingly agreed. "Alright I understand."

"Good," she said. Turning to the masked nin, "You may go. I don't think he's too much of a threat." For the most part it was true but only if they didn't annoy him. She turned back to Isao and gave him a nod indicating he could leave as well. Isao bowed and headed for the door. As he opened the door he heard her say, "That's an interesting name you have," but he pretended not to hear her and left the Hokage staring irritably at the mound of papers on her desk.