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Preface
The moment had arrived. The dreaded instance where years of untouched time had strengthened rivalry and tension. There were flares and lightning being cast behind them. There were fellow ninjas brutally attacking each other to the ground in all directions around them, but at that moment all that was there in the world was them...
He gazed into the man's familiar red eyes and let the memories flow. All the fighting was useless now. He watched his own reflection in the man's red eyes and saw the danger: a figure was closing in behind him. He ignored this and smiled at the man with the red eyes gazing expressionless at him. He felt the bond they had as Genin transmitting between them and wished he could go back and repair everything that had happened between them. But then, he felt the pressure on his back as the figure behind him jumped on him and he watched the blood flash before his eyes.
It was a bright, sunny day in the woods by Konoha. Birds were chirping as the sun beat across the faces of two teams of newly declared Genin. The teams were from different villages, one from The Hidden Leaf and one from The Hidden Mist..
"You idiot!" shouted Manabu in an overdramatic boastful yell that shook all the branches in the forest.
"You were in my way!" cried another prepubescent, manly roar. Takeo and Manabu were standing face to face in a moment that had been attempted to be avoided for 15 long years.
"I don't know who you are," exclaimed Takeo, his golden yellow hair flowing with the wind, "But I'm on my very first C rank mission and you are sure not going to ruin it!"
"This is so troublesome." Shikamaru yawned with an obvious pitch of annoyance in his voice.
"Shikamaru sensei" said Takeo with clutched fists and a face filled with eager determination, "Tell him that was the cat I was looking for! It was MINE! We need to find out where it went so I can go on a cool mission! After all, I'm going to be Hokage one day!"
The other two inexperienced but otherwise seemingly more mature ninja in Takeo's group groaned.
"Thats what your dad always said- like that ever happened." exclaimed Amaya, a girl in Takeo's group.
All of sudden a heavy mist surrounded the two headbutting groups. A yelling voice pierced the silence. "I don't want to hear any of this! You are Genin now!" screamed the sensei of the Hidden Village of the Mist's group, slightly hidden in the cloudy condensation. "Stop socializing with ninja from the Hidden Leaf. You know that is strictly forbidden. We are on an important mission!"
Takeo was standing near enough to their group to make out their expressions. The students getting yelled at looked at their sensei in obedient fear. The sensei of The Hidden Village of the Mist started slipping farther away into the precipitation. The students followed obediantly, stepping into what seemed like a march.
Takeo wondered what it was like to live in a village like they were forced to reside in. Feeling sorry for them, Takeo quietly asked the boy getting yelled at for his name. "Uchiha Manabu," he responded cooly, his face disapearing farther into the mist.
Later..
Uchiha Manabu was waiting for the moment. He knew it would happen at any second and the anticipation was making his heart seem to beat faster. His short black hair seemed to bounce furiously and he realized he was walking faster. He ignored this and looked eagerly at his watch as he stepped back into his hometown with his mission group to The Hidden Village of the Mist. The usual afternoon routine was being performed. Everyone was bowing down to Lord Kabuto. Kabuto was standing upraised on a stone stage centered in the middle of the village. He was dressed in his usual black robe, his face invisible, hidden by the shadows of his hood.
Manabu and his group followed their sensei and got down on their knees to join in with the repetitive chant.
"Trust in Lord Kabuto, and safety will always be yours."
"Confess to Lord Kabuto, and forgiveness will always be yours."
"When your thoughts are contained, Lord Kabuto will punish you."
"Combine your minds and Lord Kabuto will always be with you."
Manabu had a certain hatred for Kabuto. Everyone in the village was required to go to confession every Wednesday and share the everyday happenings that had been going on in their lives. Most importantly, they had to speak up if they had over-heard anyone speak bad words about Kabuto.
The confession room was awful. Manabu hated that room. He always felt awkward sitting in that stone-cold chair and pouring his heart out to a deadly man with a fake smile.
But the worst part was that if anyone had heard bad words spoken about Kabuto, they would end up in a mysterious building underground the village. It was called "Building 7," but the villagers liked to call it "The never-ending building," because nobody knew how deep it was and not one person had ever returned after being thrown into it by the heavy security in the village. Manabu wasn't sure what was in it, but he knew he hated Kabuto because he had witnessed too many fellow classmates get thrown in; he never saw any of them again. That was why he couldn't wait for it to happen.
In the midst of chanting, an explosion sounded in the distance near the North edge of the village. The villagers, kneeling in their awkward bowing position with hands and knees on the ground, dared to look up. Their nervously raised their heads in the direction of the explosion.
It was time. Manabu felt his heart beat in his chest. He did what he was instructed and dashed into the woods. His neck was frozen in fear. He didn't dare look behind him to see if anyone had seen. He just ran- as if his life depended on it.
To be continued.. This will be updated very soon. :) PLEASE COMMENT! :)
