Konoha Village:
10:20 A.M Training Grounds 7
"Wow! That sounds terrible." a young konoichi said in horror.
"Yeah, Kushina-san, I can't even process what-" the Uchiha started, but was interrupted by his teammate, Kakashi.
"Exactly, you can't process anything through that thick skull of yours, Obito." said Kakashi, annoyed.
"Shut up, you-" again he was cut off.
"That's enough," their sensei said in exasperation, "not only is it wrong to fight with your ally, but you're being rude to our guest here at the training grounds."
"Sorry, sensei." the two said in unison, though it didn't sound like they were.
The said guest just sighed and smiled at the two.
"You know, you two remind me of two boys I used to know," Kushina said, "they always fought with each other, but at the time we were attacked they fought side by side covering each other's backs and both were like brothers."
The two boys looked at each other and said something along the lines of 'no way.' Again Kushina chuckled and made a movement to get up when young Rin stopped her.
"Wait, Kushina-san, you didn't even finish the story." Rin's eyes were pleading and Kushina gave in.
"Alright, but no interruptions, or else you won't hear another word out of me." She made herself comfortable again on the warm earth floor and continued on. The Gennin did not make a move to disrupt the story for they knew that they wouldn't get the full effect of the intriguing tale.
Remote Forrest:
11:00 P.M
All around there was silence except for the sounds of the night. There was rustling in the bushes near an opening then dripping noises. Two figures emerged with matted red hair, cuts, torn clothes, and burn marks all across the young girls' bodies. There was no village insight after the two had run for three hours straight into a dark misted Forrest. Both were exhausted; breathing hard and bleeding. Even so they did not make any whimpering sounds, neither dared to cry, that was the way of their village. It was also needed that the two keep moving and find shelter to protect their damaged bodies from the cold night before hyperthermia sets in on the sweat and blood drying on their faces.
These two girls had never met before, and they would have never met in their village, for one was royalty, and the other a ninja's daughter; born into the family of an army. The two did not look at one another as friends or even family though they come from the same Uzumaki blood line, just different last names. They looked upon each other as a person just there to maybe eliminate the loneliness they both felt.
Eventually the girls stopped at a tree with the insides burned out. It was not uncommon in the area where they were raised to have one or two trees hearts burned out, it made the trees lives longer and productive, but for now the two used it as a place to sleep for the night. No one spoke, for the fear of being discovered by their attackers. For now they were safe and well hidden by the vines covering the entrance and the mist all around.
The girl with short hair and green eyes had grabbed timber while they were traveling and set it around the floor in order to make it warmer because she knew lighting a fire would give away their position. The girl had also thought to try and mask the front entrance with a large bark to make it seem as though the tree was whole. The princess, as they called her in the village, knew why she was being chased and why she was the one they were after. Her chakra was special, and people would do anything to get their greedy hands on her for it, including destroying the village to find her. The girl with her long red hair and violet eyes was in the corner of the tree angry at her own makings, but no she did not want to give up. She knew better. Exhausted both emotionally and physically, the two drifted off into a restless sleep.
Morning came too slow for the girl with green eyes. Peeping through the small hole in the bark, she saw it was still dark but there was light coming from the behind the east mountains. 'At least three A.M,' she thought to herself, 'I'd better wake her.' That she did.
"Hey, Uzumaki-san, you need to wake up." She whispered and shook the other girl gently. She woke with a start and wildly looked around in the dim tree. Quickly, though, she realized the horrors of the dream of the traitors catching her were all a nightmare.
"What time is it, Uzushio-san?" Uzumaki said with a small yawn.
"Around three, maybe four at the latest," Uzushio said quietly back, "but either way we have stayed here too long if we want to make it to Konoha without being traced."
"Okay," The other girl said, "Ow!" She yelped when she put her weight on her left leg— "My leg feels like something is in it."
Uzushio was quick to react by feeling the foreign object logged into her leg, it was a small needle, but she knew something was different about this throwing tool. It was poisoned.
"Uzumaki-san, you've been poisoned by a needle close to your artery," she said concerned, "You're lucky but it may have seeped in through a smaller vein, you need medical attention, fast."
"Let me help you walk."
At that the girl helped the young Uzumaki up and half-carried her out of the tree. There was no time to cover the tracks, but that was the least of the two's problems. The needle was in only seven hours, but that still could have damaged the internal organs in her system. Plus it could be fast acting poison, not to mention the infection that could set in. Uzushio knew that if she were to pull out the needle, she could spread the poison even faster. 'Please let Kami be on our side,' she thought to herself.
It seemed almost forever that the girls were walking, all the while the open cuts on their bodies bled on the ground in small but vital droplets. Both were becoming dehydrated and light-headed, and the sun was well overhead and the trees seemed to go on and on and on. Then after a long journey there was a sound coming from the west of their north direction. Music! There was music and exciting yells coming from a village.
The girls smiled at each other and finally made it to the edge of the forest, but neither of them knew that there was someone watching their every move and reporting back to the man that destroyed their village.
