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Bobby's POV

Chapter 4: Unanswered Questions

"I have closed my eyes long ago..."

~Uchiha Sasuke~

Bobby cracked open his eyes, seeing only darkness. Of course, there was a blindfold over his eyes, so that didn't mean much. There was always a blindfold over his eyes.

He push a little bit of chakra into his eyes, not much, but enough to get a glimpse of his surroundings. It appeared that once again, the idiots at his school had beat him up and tried to look under his blindfold. His mother had already prepared for this day, and had put a seal on it that was used in conjunction with a genjutsu to make it appear that his eyes had been horribly scarred. Not only that, but if someone other than him or his mother lifted his blindfold, they would get a nasty shock, which was why his bullies were all passed out around him.

He stood up gingerly as he turned off his Kekkei Genkei, noticing that he barely had any chakra left. He would have to walk around blind and hope for the best, it seemed. While he never had enough chakra to keep them on all day, usually he was at least home when he was unable to see.

His mother, while a loving woman, was very secretive. He only knew that his father had been a Hyuuga, but he knew nothing besides that. He didn't know if he was alive or dead, and he didn't even know his name.

He shook those thoughts out of his mind as he began walking slowly towards his home. He had used his eyes too much many times before, but still the sensation of walking around with memory alone guiding him was terrifying.

He made it home with the help of a drunk woman who took pity on him. She held his hand most of the way, strangely gentle despite her originally harsh words and bad beer breath. Another woman, who she called Shizune, followed her, exasperated.

"Thank you for getting me home, drunk lady!" Bobby said, since he had no idea what her name was. Leaving her sputtering with shock on the door step, he entered his house, taking off his shoes and placing them messily near the door.

His mother was in the kitchen, humming. She did that a lot. He suspected she knew sometimes that he didn't have enough chakra for his eyes, so she hummed so he could figure out where she was. He appreciated it, even though he didn't ever say that.

"I'm home," Bobby said, padding into the kitchen, touching the backs of the dining table chairs as he went. His mother easily noticed this, so her hug was slightly tighter than usual.

"What happened?" Akira asked, her frown unseen as she inspected his bruised face. There were scrapes along his arm from where he had fell to the ground, but all of this was easily fixed by her glowing hands.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" Bobby asked. He asked every time, but she had always refused. She didn't want him to have anything to do with chakra, even though at the age of four some kids were already in the Academy. In Sound, children did everything early.

"No!" the brunette woman snapped, unseen pain flashing in her eyes.

He nodded sullenly, and sat down to eat his supper.

x~x~x

Once he was older, on the weekends Bobby liked to explore. He met all sorts of people, and probably learned some things that his mother wouldn't want him to learn. Like ninjutsu.

"Huh, you're actually not half bad at this, kid," said the boy. He wore a bright blue yukata, and his brown hair fell into his eyes. He had never told Bobby his name, but most ninja didn't tell their names to him. Heck, most refused to teach him anything.

The boy was teaching him a simple wind ninjutsu. His teacher hadn't been surprised when the chakra paper was torn to pieces, since most ninja in Oto were wind natured. Though, he supposed in Konoha he would have been a rarity. Most people were fire natured there, with a smattering of earth natured people from the dying Senju clan.

The sixteen year old boy suddenly grew still, and frowned. "I have to go. It seems Konoha ninjas are here."

"Where are you from?" Bobby questioned.

Pain flared through the older boy's expression, and he quietly muttered, "Kirigakure."

The eight year old winced, feeling sympathy for him. No matter how horrible Oto was, Kiri was ten times that. There was darkness in all hidden villages, but Kiri didn't keep its darkness hidden, and embraced it even more than Oto. He could understand becoming a missing nin because of all of the blood line purges. Had he and his mother lived there, they'd probably already be dead. They would have quickly realized he had a bloodline limit and would have ripped him apart. They probably would have kept his eyes as well, and would have implanted them into some great ninja's head. Someone that they could control.

The Kiri ninja disappeared into the alleys of Oto, leaving Bobby to face the Konoha nins alone. He doubted there would be any sort of fight, and he imagine they'd accept a ninja running from the purges. They were known for their soft heartedness, after all.

Two ninjas appeared, one with almost blinding golden hair and another with dark hair and unmistakable eyes. Bobby hardly dared to breathe as the Hyuuga's eyes lingered on him before he stepped forward.

"There hasn't been a wayward Hyuuga in years. Tell me, who are your parents?"

Bobby stepped back, knowing what would happen. His mother had told him long ago what would happen if they got him. He had been careful never to stand out too much because of it, but it seemed like it didn't matter. Even though he had been as discreet as he could, the Hyuuga clan had found him.

The Hyuuga stepped forward, but was stopped by the blonde ninja. "Why don't we let him go? He's been on his own for this long."

"These are the secrets of Konoha. Besides, you have never had a clan or a family. What can you understand? You don't have anything to protect!" the man snarled, sidestepping the blonde man.

The blonde ninja's face changed strangely, and he murmured, "I have more to protect than you will ever understand." With that, he tossed a senbon at the Hyuuga, the needle barely grazing his arm.

"Damn it!" the Hyuuga snarled, clutching at the wound.

"A fast acting poison. It won't kill you, but it will cause you to forget what happened, and will knock you out too. You won't remember a bit of this."

Another blonde man appeared behind the Hyuuga, a clone of the other, who continued, "But let's speed up the process." He hit a pressure point on the man's neck, and the Hyuuga fell to the ground, knocked out. The clone grabbed the Hyuuga and disappeared without a sound.

"Who are you?" Bobby demanded, standing his ground. He was scared, but he wouldn't back down.

"You can call me Hemlox," the ninja answered he shoved a hand through his hair. "Damn it. I probably just signed my own death sentence there."

"How?"

Hemlox shrugged. "When the psych evaluation occurs, they'll find the suppressed memories of this incident and I'll be captured and executed. Probably tortured before that, to see if I'm a spy. And if I leave before that they'll send hunter-nin after me. There are other options, too, I suppose, but none of those will end well."

"Oh," Bobby muttered, absorbing the information. "Why would you do that for someone like me?"

The man chuckled tiredly. "It's a long story, and one that you probably wouldn't believe. I also don't particularly want to talk about it, either, so please don't ask."

"What are you going to do, then?" Bobby asked, hesitantly.

Another strange expression flickered across his face. "Look for several someones that I love greatly."

"Oh," Bobby murmured. "Who are you looking for then?"

"Didn't I just say that?"

"Yeah, but you didn't say a name or even where they're at."

"Well, maybe I don't know where they're at."

"Maybe? Why can't you give a straight answer?"

"Maybe because I like not giving straight answers."

"Give me a straight answer, damn it!"

"Nope."

Question: What's your favorite type of weather?

My answer: I love the rain. It's just so peaceful to me. :)