It was silent, so very quiet. It was dark, the blackness engulfed all and any light. Yet she was used to this darkness everything had been covered in shadows until recently. She could see everything through a bright light, not those white lights that everyone was always talking about. No, this light came out in a light blue. She imagined it looked like the color of the sea, she's never seen the sea before.
The sky was a few shades lighter than the blue that outlined this world. She had learned from the very being that had restored her sight that the blue was called chakra. He told her that every living thing, big or small, had this chakra.
Even her, she had chakra in her body, an unnaturally massive amount of it. There had been something wrong with her chakra. Her friend had been kind enough to stabilize her lethal chakra, he kept it from feeding off the nutrients in her body, kept her from getting sick and weakly. He had not been fast enough to save her eyes, not even his incredible healing power could reverse the damage that had already been dealt.
If she couldn't see he couldn't see so for the first year or so he taught her a new method of sight. He let her use his chakra, he had more than enough to spare and with a body as puny as her own he barely noticed it was gone. He taught her how to flare their chakra, how to pulse it, to refine and control it, how to see through it.
He taught her about the world and those within it. The civilians and the Shinobi. He promised her that as his vessel he would keep her alive and healthy for he was now a part of her and if she died so did he. They were entwined, his life hers and her life his. Having never had a vessel so sickly and frail, he had to go further with his methods of protection. So he created them, nine balls of the hottest flames he could summon, his Kitsune Flames.
They were tasked with a job that he could not always be around to do without risking harm to his broken vessel, protect her. They did their jobs very well, even now they fluttered around the empty corridor, watching and waiting, no bigger than a fly.
The place they were at was unfamiliar to the little girl. Tsubaki was seated on a chair just outside the very big doors that led into a room she was not allowed into at the moment. Her beautiful snow white hair had been pulled up into a bun today, two chopsticks kept it in place. She wore a slightly heavier kimono then the ones she was used to wearing around the estate.
She could not say what color but liked to think it was one of her favorite colors, black, purple, or red. Her feet were bare as they have been for the last two years. No one touched her feet, not even Hanabi Okasan. Her feet were important to her more so than her hands, eyes, even ears. Her friend taught her about the elements the nature types, there were several out there but he only taught her about the one she was strongest with, which was earth release.
It was through the earth, the ground, she could feel even the most minute vibration that slipped through the land. Kuramen called it her 'seismic sense'. Through this heightened seismic sense, she could visualize where people were, their relative distance to her, and their physical build, mixed that in with her 'echolocation' and in a way, even though she was blind she could practically see better than any person with working eyes.
She was skilled for a girl her age, or at least that is what Hanabi Okasan often told her. Tsubaki was weak in mind, Ramen had made her body strong but there was nothing he could do about the fears that plagued her mind.
Such as now, she had her legs pulled against her chest refusing to let her feet touch the floor. Their chakra pulsed through the empty hallways, picking up the four smaller balls of chakra that hung on the ceiling. Everyone had a chakra signature, with Ramen's adept sensor skills and Tsubaki's 'sight' rarely did they ever miss spotting anything. Their signatures were compressed, scrunched so tightly together she might have mistaken them for civilians.
"They don't like us." His deep voice rumbled like an earthquake in her head. Ramen wasn't big on chatting with her. When they were alone she would talk nonstop with him, the conversation always onesided but she knew he was listening because he had nothing better to do. "Don't let your guard down, Kit. Just like the ones from last night, they will kill you unless you kill them first." His words had her hugging her legs just a little closer.
She wanted to forget about that night. So much fear, death, and fire. It wasn't the first attempt on her life, but those ones had been different. She hadn't sensed them coming, neither had Kuramen. Threats were often sought out and neutralized by the Fox Fire before they could come within five feet of the girl. The Demon often took care of such situations without the child being aware.
At that time they hadn't because they couldn't, those people had no chakra to sense, the lack of chakra had not given the demon any warning or allowed him to sense the killing intent honed in on his vessel.
Kurama did not want to die and for some unexplained reason, he did not want this girl to either. The demon often tried to summon up his usual hatred for all Shinbobi and all of humanity for caging him, however, when he did this something would surface immersed in the depths of his memory. A boy with this stupid smile with almost radiant chakra, and just like that the demon's hatred would quell itself before it even got started.
He had this deep urge to protect, not just this girl but this village and all those who resided in it and he couldn't recollect why. For now, he focused this protectiveness on his vessel, telling himself that he was guarded her because he wanted to survive and nothing more.
Tsubaki's head snapped up from where it had been resting on her knees, muscles tensed when she noticed that the four chakra signatures were no longer present. She was just about ready to pulse her chakra and double check when two new signatures showed up directly in front of her. They were young, handfuls of inches taller than herself, sturdy although lacked the height and build of normal adults.
Both boys maybe a two or three years older than herself, but what caught her attention was the fact that their signatures were utterly identical. Everyone's signatures were just a little different, unique, even chakra clones. These two seemed to be an exception.
Tsubaki leaned further back in her chair when the pair leaned in closer to look at her. One of the flames, Hatchi, had drifted lower towards the pair in hopes of claiming the boys' attention. Hatchi got within fight feet and then was suddenly engulfed by a mass of chakra that sprung up from the floor. She jumped a little in her chair, her face must have been portrayed some of the horror she was feeling because both boys turned their heads to gaze behind them where Hatchi had been eaten up. She couldn't tell where the ball of fire was until it flared with life, burning hotter as it gathered more of demonic chakra to fuel its flames.
The other remaining eight orbs were circling overhead, swarming light bees, curious bees. Another one, San, went lower to inspect the mass of chakra and like Hatchi was engulfed inside the mass. She sank her teeth into her lip and did her best not to spike her chakra, Hanabi Okasan had been stressed when bringing her over to the place.
She kept telling to behave and not to cause trouble, the Hyūga leader had not been happy with last nights incident and it seemed to Tsubaki that Hanabi Okasan was in trouble with the Hokage. So she promised to be good while the Clan leader talked with the intimidating people in the other room. Being good meant being unseen and unheard, drawing attention to herself would not be good.
So she sat there as biting down on her lip and tried to take in deep breaths of air in and out to steady her frantic heartbeat. One of them, the boys, had glanced over in her direction with a flicker of puzzlement in his chakra. The mass of chakra was withdrawn, pulling away from Hatchi and San, and the two balls quickly floated up back to their fiery family. The orbs rejoiced at the return of their numbers and bobbed up and down in an expression of their delight.
Tsubaki relaxed her grip on her lip, tasting the blood as it leaked into her mouth. She wiped at her lower lip with a shaky hand before it could stain her gown.
"Sorry-"
"About that-"
"It moves-"
"On its'-"
"Own sometimes." There were two voices speaking in turn, both in the same flat pitch and tone that it almost appeared like one person.
If either of them was put off by the orbs drifting around they gave no acknowledgment. When the two took a step in unison forwards causing Tsubaki to lean away from them, with nothing but air to hold her weight the little girl tipped dangerously close to the edge of the chair.
She should have taken a painful spill over the side, nstead, her hand found something solid carefully holding her weight, it slithered between her tiny fingers feeling kinda of soft and warm yet hard and rough at the same time. She quickly scooted her bottom back properly on her seat and her savior, that mass of chakra, fell back onto the floor and returned to circling around the boys' feet.
Wanting a better picture, Tsubaki pulled just a little bit more of Raman's chakra into her core and pushed it outwards, everything was outlined in a reddish-orange hue with all living things having blue centers. She could see the chair she was sitting in, the large door ahead of her, the walls around her, even the clothing the boys wore, the small individual gourds on one's waist and the big single gourd that hung on the other's back.
The mass of chakra swirling around their feet was chakra laced sand which explained the texture. She's never seen such a weird technique before, how did they make the sand move like that?
Her curiosity overrode her anxiety and dread for a moment, Tsubaki legs fell off the chair to hang over the edge of the front as she leaned forward to watch the sand. She had one of the orbs, Ichi the fastest, dip down towards the sand and the child let out a little giggle when the sand moved like a frog's tongue to snatch at the Orb.
Ichi evades it and swiftly returned to the others out of the sand's range. Ichi glowered a slightly darker blue than the rest of the balls, seemingly upset that it had almost gotten swallowed up.
"Do you-"
"Wanna play?"
"We need a-"
"Princess for-"
"Our game?" The two interrupted her playful mood when they spoke up. Her interest was caught, she's never been asked to play before.
"Oh, but I'm not a princess." She answered, dejectedly.
"That's alright-"
"We'll pretend." The two quickly reassured her. They hadn't seen any other kids around here and the girl certainly resembled a princess dressed as she was.
Tsubaki had a mini internal struggle with herself, Hanabi Okasan had told her to behave. She really didn't want to disappoint the woman, yet at the same time, she really did want to play. Sitting here in fear was getting boring and she's never ever been asked to play before. The boys seemed nice enough.
"She never told you that you had to stay here, Kit." Kuramen voiced, mildly annoyed with her struggle to make a decision over something so stupid. It was true that Hanabi had never verbally told the girl to stay in one spot, it had been silently implied though. He decided to ignore that little fact. Besides, the demon was curious just like his vessel about these two, he's never sensed them in the village before.
With the demon's words dancing around in her head, she smiled lightly to herself. The girl pushed off the chair and set her bare feet on the ground. A second world blossomed within her mind's eyes, she could see beyond the doors that blocked her chakra and into the room ahead of her. She noticed there were more than the five heartbeats that had been originally in the room, she knew Hanabi Okasan's, there was that man's slower calmer beat who had carried her home last night, and then the three who had been on the rooftops as well.
There four new ones were unfamiliar to her but the chakra signatures marked them as the four who had been watching outside the door, and one new one, his chakra signature would have been the strongest in the room if not for that man's, his heartbeat thumped in a steady rhythm like that man's as well. When had he gotten in the room?
Tsubaki was drawn out of her pondering when two bigger hands entwined themselves with her own. There was a boy, one on each side of her, the sand moved lazily around their feet but slowly started picking up speed and fast. She tightened her grip on their hands instead of pulling away as the sand made a miniature tornado, abruptly her entire world was distorted and nausea punched her in the gut as they left the Hokage Tower behind.
This Hyūga was not a pleasant person to be standing before. The sea-foam eyes watched as the mild dispute between the Uchiha and the Hyūga ahead of him. The Kazekage had been on his way over to the Leaf Village already, being summoned by Sasuke Uchiha to discuss the matter on Naruto. He had brought his sons along with him, leaving the pair to their own devices outside the Tower, their mother was at home along with Garra's brother, Kankurō, to take care of the village in his stead.
He would have left his sons at home with their mother, unfortunately, he feared for the state of his village should he leave both his children and his wife at home without proper supervision.
"You made me her legal guardian! So I'm telling you that I will not allow you to send my daughter away. " The Hyūga's sharp tone interrupted the Kazekage's train of thought, returning it to the conversation in front of him. He could see Hanabi Hyūga's icy facade creaking as her growing chakra signature expressed her frustration. The Uchiha remained stone cold, his elbows rested on the massive desk in front of him, fingers entwined as he rested his chin on top of them. The visible pupil remained solely focused on the Hyūga for a few more seconds.
"You're her guardian only in name. Officially she belongs to Konoha. I agreed to have the proper paperwork done if you held up your end of the deal. You failed, Hanabi. You lied in reports and gave me false information. She killed six children and burned down the back of your Compound." A long paused came as silence ate up the room while the pair stared at each other waiting for one to break it.
"She'll be less of harm to the public and herself with proper training." Garra cut in, finding himself bored with the ongoing conversation. They had yet to discuss Naruto's condition and the man found him slightly annoyed with lack of knowledge on his first friend.
"She can train here." Hanabi objected, turning her eyes to Garra. She kept her tone even and controlled if not a little hostile. Garra could...emphasize with her to a point having two children of his own. He did not and would not want to send them away, but as a Kage, if they were a threat to his village he would do what had to be done.
"How? She's not an average shinobi." From what he's heard the girl had a stronger connection with the Nine-Tails then even Naruto had as a child. It seemed to be more vocal and active in the girl's day to day life like Shukaku had been in his. The difference, however, was the lack of bloodlust, pain, and isolation. "You have no idea what it is like to be a Jinchūriki. She'll be better trained by me." In a time when there had been nine Jinchūriki, it was rare to be given training by one considering they all lived in separate villages.
Garra no longer had Shukaku sealed within him, he did understand better than anyone in this room what it was like to be sealed with a demon. Logically he was the best choice in training Tsubaki.
Hanabi was unable to come up with good enough reasoning when it seemed like everyone in this room was against her. Sakura, Kakashi, and Shikamaru remained a present silent party as the exchange went on. It went soundless again for a couple of heartbeats until Garra abruptly turned towards the door that led into the hallway.
There was a spike of chakra coming from behind the door, two that blended into one. Garra knew those signatures well. He moved toward the door and flung it open in time to see the last speck of sand vanishing in a swirl of wind. "Now what are they up too?" He muttered lowly underneath is breath. Ginkaku and Kinkaku had more of their mother in them then they did him. He was worried about what mischief they would cause.
This was not how he wanted to spend his Monday. He should be out training with his Sensei and teammates right now. The eldest of the Uchiha siblings was sitting on a uncomfortable chair watching over the four sleeping individuals. In the hospital bed, his two little sisters had managed to squeeze themselves on either side of the youngest Uchiha. Ryuu appeared rather comfortable with both girls on either side of him.
Akira would have been suffocated and most likely shoved them away. He and Ryuu were polar opposites majority of the stuff the youngest seemed to thoroughly enjoy would have irked the oldest to no end.
Resting near their legs, his mother hair concealed half her face and her hands gripped the covers so tightly they were losing color from the lack of blood flow. He's lost count of how many times he has smoothed out her tensed fists. The night before she had been in tears when Hanabi brought in Ryuu. He didn't see his mother cry, not very often, there was the one time when Sasunata was a baby.
She was sick or something, mother acted the same way she did now with Ryuu, sad and refusing to move from her side. She hasn't eaten or drank anything since dinner last night. Ryuu hasn't woken up or stirred since then either. It was a little concerning.
Sakura had shown up within the Hyuga Compound unexpectedly with Father and some odd ivory haired child in his arms. Sakura had extracted, analyzed, and managed to produce an antidote to counter the poison in Ryuu's system within a few hours. Apparently, it had taken her a little longer to procure an antidote since the poison within his body wasn't something she's ever seen.
They had no idea what it did to Ryuu, there was nothing visibly that Sakura could find. Still, Ryuu would not wake up, locked in some induced coma. Akira rose to his feet, wincing as he felt the ache in his backbone and legs. His father had left before the sun had risen with the simple order of having Akira watch over the family. He's been here for over twelve hours now.
Akira stretched his arms over his head as he stood, relaxing the muscles in his back. His eyes zone in on the smallest figure trapped between the bodies of the girls. His skin was paler than usual and had a sickly tint to it but his breaths were strong and stable. There was something sitting in Akira's chest, it felt like he had swallowed a rock that hadn't reached his stomach.
It made it hard to breathe, impossible to swallow and hurt worse than any physical wound he's ever acquired. He couldn't put a name to what this feeling was. Akira was amazing at just about everything he did, however, ask him to explain the emotions he felt and his mouth would hang open like a fish out of water. He was like a ball of tangled yarn when it came to his feelings.
The parts that are untangled are available, useable; the rest is a mess, useless until it is untied. That mess feels endless and at most times unyielding.
He had been fine emotion wise when it was just him, Sasunata and Himawari. Then Ryuu showed up and everything became so jumbled. His mother had taught him to be loving and caring to his younger siblings, his father installed a sense of responsibility and protectiveness for them. It had been easy to follow through when it had just been the three of them.
Ryuu was different, Akira had been overjoyed upon hearing that he'd finally get a little brother after having two younger sisters. He bragged to the children at the Acadamy and spoke of pride whenever the adults asked about his little brother. There was nothing that could have made him happier than getting a little brother at that time. He wasn't sure when those feelings got eclipsed.
It might have been when his father brought him and his sisters to see their mother in the hospital. She had looked similar to how Ryuu did now but worse. Father had said that Ryuu's birth had been rather difficult on mother and that he'd be the last Uchiha child they would have thankful not blunt enough to explin just how strenuous the process had been.
Akira had been indifferent to that, not happy but not sad either. They found Ryuu bundled up and sleeping against their mother chest. Father had told them that the youngest would be different from them, at that age, Ryuu had looked like any other baby, kind of fat, small, and cute in a slightly ugly newborn way. He looked like a normal baby until those eyes of his opened.
One eye was a pitch black seemingly devouring any light that came in contact with it and the other one was such a pure white he could see his reflection in it. Akira had felt his first bitter emotion upon learning that Ryuu had been born with both his mother and father's Kekki Genkai, something that had been unheard of until now. Ryuu was special.
It sort of spiraled out of his hands after that. As Ryuu grew, Akira found himself being harsher with the youngest Uchiha then he had been with his sisters. His words were clipped and sharp when asked the most innocent of questions, his temper rose faster and insults flew more freely. He could be civil when in the presence of his parents, and not so civil when not supervised.
When it came to training he found himself being rougher and allowing more 'accidents' to happen, he wasn't certain if his father turned a blind eye to it or just assumed it was just 'boys being boys' but his mother was not as forgiving. When Hinata sat him down and asked why he was so mean to his brother, why it seemed like he hated him, Akira gave her no explanation.
He simply apologized for harming Ryuu and promised to be more careful in the future. After that he supposed he became more withdrawn from his mother, he didn't hurt Ryuu anymore... at least not physically, never left a mark that was seen visibly.
He didn't like the fact that she thought he hated Ryuu. He supposed that his actions spoke loudly of hatred, but he didn't hate his little brother. He could say from the bottom of his heart he did not hate Ryuu. Akira found himself always swift to defend Ryuu against those who mocked and belittled him, even quicker to threaten death to those who faked friendship and whispered behind his brother's back, and he's lost count on how many times he stood before his father having to explain why he had placed an older shinobi in the hospital.
Akira still felt a great sense of responsibility and strong instinct to protect his little brother from all and everything that would do him harm. His younger siblings meant the world to him, he loved, cared, and would lay down his life for any one of them in a heartbeat if need be. But there was just something about Ryuu that made this disgusting, mean, and cruel monster show up in Akira.
There was a sense of guilt that ate at him whenever he made the boy cry or saw him holding back tears. Akira never understood why Ryuu put up with it and never complained to their parents about he had done. He wanted to apologize to Ryuu, it was always on the tip of his tongue but the words he wanted to say never came out.
He wanted to act one way but always did another. He didn't expect anyone to understand him, he didn't even understand it himself. He loved his brother he knew that for certain, but for the life him he could never express it to him. It was like every time he looked him and those eyes this anger, jealousy, and envy overtook him and all he could be is mean. He took no pleasure out of hurting him, Akira didn't know how to make this stop. There was something wrong with him.
He was a mess. He knew it. He had no idea how to fix it, none of it at all.
The boy raised his hands to wipe at his eyes as he found the tears rolling out of them. Akira. Did. Not. Cry. So why was he now? Maybe it was the pain in his chest, it had traveled to his stomach and was twisting it into tender knots. His body froze as he finished wiping the evidence of sadness away and felt the eyes him. As soon as he made the move to turn towards the ajar door, he heard feet retreating and fast.
It might have been the fact that they were running or possibly the fact that they saw something he didn't want to show anyone, but all the same, it had Akira bolting into the hospital hallway in a burst of chakra with two throwing stars traveling through the air at their intended target.
Neither star ever reached its destination, a wall of sand shot up and consumed the metal projectiles. Akira had no time to register what just happened nor react as a huge amount of force slam his directly against the wall. The pressure increase dropping more weight on his neck and chest marking very difficult to breathe.
Sand had encased everything below his neck allowing him to see a kid maybe a little older then his brother standing in front of him. The boy had fair skin that took on a slightly tan hue, turquoise eyes, and bright auburn hair. He had a wide leather band from his left shoulder to his right hip with a gourd attached to his back. It took him a moment to find the forehead protector strapped around the boy's wrist. Suna?
His thoughts were abruptly shattered as breathing suddenly became that much harder and painful. The boy in front of him had his hand raised and was slowly closing it, making the sand Akira was ensnared in constricting around him.
"Oi! Gin do not kill him." A second voice called a few feet down the hallway where the first boy's identical lookalike stood with an unmovable frown on his face and a little girl hiding behind his back.
"Huh?"
"I'm certain father told us that we're not allowed to kill any of the Konoha Shinobi."
"Are you talking to me?"
"Yes, who do you think I was talking to?"
"Well, not me. I'm Kin and your Gin."
"What?! That preposterous I'm Kin your Gin."
"I'm Kin, Mother said so."
"I'm Kin, Father said so."
"He's turning blue! Put him down please." A third voice broke up the arguing twins as both heads rotated to stare at the blue-faced boy.
"Hmm... so he is."
"Mother said-
"If you strangle someone-"
"Long enough they turn-"
"Purple."
"Please don't." The twins turn to stare at tearful eyes Tsubaki wore and then looked at each other.
"Fine, we'll let him go-"
"Only because you asked-"
"Hime-sama" The pair spoke simultaneously as the one holding his hand up dropped it. The sand crept back down to the ground and returned to its place around his feet. Gravity took action and Akira took a harsh fall to the ground, one hand pressed against his chest as he gasped for breath. As soon as he heard the footsteps drawing closer, Akira raises his head as his Kekki Genkai activates itself wordless with his rise in temper.
Tsubaki stops what she's doing and backpedals at the sight. There is an awkward and very tense silence that settles just outside the room the Uchiha family rested in. No one knew what would have happened if she hadn't shown up like she did.
"Excuse me, there can be no fighting in the hospital if you-" A woman with dark brown hair, equally brown eyes, and a rather massive chest walked up behind them. The nurse's mind sort of went blank when she laid eyes on the most adorable little girl she's ever seen. "Ah! You're so cute! Kawaii! So Kawaiiiiiii!" The woman had Tsubaki up in her arms and wrapped in a hug before either twin could react.
Tsubaki, being the ever so polite and well-mannered little girl she was, stifled her urge to scream and pushed the want to cry in order to suffer through this strange woman's hug.
Akira's anger gave away to confusion and just as his Byakugan deactivated itself, he swore he saw something abnormal about the woman and the girl. He was about to reactive to make sure that he saw was really what he just saw, although the woman had shifted her attention from Tsubaki, who fell into the waiting arms of the twins, to him within the time he took his next breath.
The nurse leaned over and had that cheery smile on her lips as she locked eyes with Akira. What starts as a contortion of his stomach becomes a feeling of being smothered by an invisible hand. His breathing becomes erratic, deep, then shallow. Fear engulfs his brain, knocking all other thoughts as soon as their eyes meet. There was something terrifying about this nurse.
"You have the most beautiful eyes." The woman's voice comes out as sweet as honey. "I'd be careful with what you look at if you'd like to keep them in your head." She's already straightening up by the time he made his appearances.
"Ginkaku, Kinkaku. What are you doing?" The deep voice has all of the head moving to watch the Kazekage as he walks down the hallway. The boys widen their eyes at the sight of their father and look down at the floor guiltily.
"Akira-kun! There you are." The melodic voice of his mother has him looking up at her as she peeks around the doorframe. "I was worried about you." Hinata bends down to help the boy off the ground. In her peripheral vision, she catches sight of the red hair. "Oh! Garra-kun. What are-"
His mother's words go in one ear and out the other, Akira is too busy watching the nurse retreating further down the hallway. Akira's never been so horribly terrified as he had been in that very moment, and if his eyes had been right, which he was still very skeptical on, that woman didn't have an ounce of chakra in her body... just what the hell was that?
I am sorry for the super late update. I wasn't really paying attention to time since my last update. I hope this chapter makes up for it. I recently found out that Garra has an adoptive son in the anime...I honestly don't really like him. He reminds me more of Kankuro over Garra which is mostly why I don't like him. If you gonna give him a kid at least make it resemble the parent a little bit. I think they did a pretty good job of making the next gen children, I would have no problem(with most of them) with telling who the parents are. Garra's kid I would say is Kankuro at once.
I might of made the Sand Manipulation a Kekki Genkai for Garra's kids, in truth you'd only get the Sand thing from having Shukaku sealed within a ninja. I thought it was cool and I really didn't want to have them jam Shukaku inside of the twins right now. The One-Tail will play a vital part in the story later on.
The twins are a little...weird. But the woman Garra married is not sane of mind, like at all, we'll met her later.
I think I'll have one more chapter with them in this year and then skip ahead maybe two or three years because this is going a little slower then I was expecting.
I have a question if anyone could answer it I'd be really grateful. As you know I'm not watching Boruto. But I can't find any information on the current teams and Team Leaders in the New Gen. besides Boruto's(which will be staying the same I think). So if anyone can tell me about that it'd help a lot.
To answer some questions for Chapter 2, Two years ago, Sasuke had been officially reinstated as a member of the Leaf(he had been for a while considering he was already married to Hinata and had kids). He served as an Top ANBU member and was often out on long missions so didn't have as much time to spend in the village.
He wasn't really gone but he wasn't really around all that much as an ANBU, now taking up the job of Hokage, he's around the village a lot more(much to Hinata's delight). Sasuke's solo days came to an end after he married Hinata(unlike Sakura) she put her foot down on the whole leave for years(or however long he left) because she wanted a family and kids.
It's one thing if you going off and doing missions to serve the village(and providing for the family) and another thing to go off on your own for Kami knows how long to do whatever he was doing(I think he was doing something with Orchimaru's bases...?) He had more then enough time on his own when he left Sakura waiting for him to come back and marry her(good for her in the Canon for waiting, obviously she did not finishing waiting for him in the fic.)
Chapter 3 Questions: This should chapter should shine some light on the whole Akira hatred thing. Akira is going to be a very...complex character. Akira is an eaiser character to write for since he relates to me in someways.
Thanks for reading. Sorry for any errors.
