Onigakure
A/n: This is my first shot at a fanfic in my life, so feed back and advice would be greatly appreciated. Flames ARE accepted. This first chapter is just the prologue, introducing my characters and sort of giving you a peek into the coming story. The disclaimer is in the summary, so don't try to sue me.
Prologue
It was an average day within Konohagakure. Children playing in the streets, people manning there shops, and ninja moving about the village across the rooftops. Even the weather seemed perfect: a warm, sunny summer day, neither too humid nor too dry. All seemed just as it did nearly every other day in the peaceful village. All but one small detail, something everyone failed to notice. The detail came in the form of three silhouettes standing atop the hokage monument, looking down upon Konoha. From the size and shapes of there bodies, there were two males and one female.
On the right side a boy, probably 14 judging by his size, stood with arms crossed firmly across his chest, looking calmly down at the scene below him with two different colored eyes: one was a bright flame red, while the other was a deep ocean blue. He wore a dark blue, long-sleeved shirt with typical black ninja pants, both with red flame patters at the end of the sleeve and legs, and had black boots on his feet. He had wild, untamed orange-red red hair that seemed to mimic fire, dancing to and fro in the wind and glowing in the light of the sun.
To the left was someone completely opposite in appearance to him. It was a girl, also looking to be 14, who stood slightly shorter than her male companion. She wore dark red pants and had sandaled feet. A tiger pattern sleeveless shirt covered her upper body, and on her head sat a cap with what appeared to be cat ears sticking from the top. She did not stand, but rather bounced from foot to foot, looking down at this foreign place with child like enthusiasm in her golden eyes.
In between them was the tallest (and strangest) of the three, standing a head above the boy, even with his slumped posture. Upon his upper body rested a ragged black trench coat, torn and filled with holes, though those above knee height had been half-hazardly stitched together. It was left open, revealing white bandages that covered him from head to toe, showing no holes even for his eyes and mouth. To cover his legs and feet, he wore what appeared to be ragged dress pants and mud splattered boots. One of the most peculiar things about him, however, was the black top hat that sat upon his head. Unlike the rest of his attire, this appeared clean and well taken care of. It was impossible to tell how old he truly was, as all his features were hidden.
The three figures stood quietly for several moments before, finally, the girl broke the silence. "Well," she began in a voice filled with barely contained energy, "what do you think?" The boy looked towards his female companion before turning his attention back to the village. "Doesn't seem like much, really. Too calm, too peaceful. Really doesn't seem like a place that could go to war. Don't even know why were even bothering with it honestly," he said in a bored fashion. The girl simply huffed. "Your no fun Sanshouuo."
The boy, now known as Sanshouuo, looked bemusedly at his companion. "And why is that Neko?" Neko shrugged. "Because, you take everything too seriously. So what if it is a little quite here? Life doesn't always have to be about fighting." She smiled. "Who knows? We might have a lot of fun here, without all the violence of our own village!" After saying this, her smile slowly fell, and she cautiously looked up at the figure beside her, who had not even twitched since the conversation began. "What…. What do you think Hitokage?" she said after a moment's hesitation. Hitokage snapped his head in her direction, causing her o flinch. After several moments, he spoke. "What does it matter what a mere servant thinks?" His companions shivered. The voice was cold and dead sounding, like a winter gust blowing through a forest of dead trees. Neko hesitantly spoke up "R…right. Well… I suppose we should be going now… right?" Sanshouuo nodded and Hitokage replied with a simple "As you wish." Now his voice simply sounded dead, losing the air of coldness it previously had. Neko nodded in confirmation, then all three vanished, disappearing instantaneously from view.
It was an average day in Konohagakarue. Children played in the streets, people manned their shops, and ninja moved about the village. Everything was perfect, except one small detail. Three patches of grass atop the hokage monument stood out from their surrounding. To the right, the grass seemed to have grown more than the surrounding vegetation. Too the left, new plants had begun to sprout. And in-between, was a patch of grass as dead and lifeless as the man who had stood there.
A/N: All right, that's all for now. If people review and give me good feedback, I'll try to update, but it may take me a while to get inspiration for the rest of the story. Next time, I'll try and make the chapter longer. Again, please R&R. Bye!