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Chapter 4
"Why did you come here?"
Her question echoed around him, he blinked and looked into her eyes. They were as dead as before. No flicker of emotion ever showed in those amber orbs. He jumped a little; he had never noticed that her eyes were amber. He didn't know anything about what she looked like or what kind of person she was. He didn't look away from her eyes, though he desperately wanted to. Now that he had actually thought about it, he wanted to know more about the person who had been training him for all these months.
He had been alone since coming to Otogakure. Oh, he had been surrounded by the shinobi of this village, sparred with a great deal of them, spent time in meetings with others. It only enhanced the feeling of loneliness that had engulfed him since leaving Konohagakure. Since trying to kill someone he cared about the most. Since he had tried to become like the person he hated the most.
It was his choice to condemn himself to this. There was no room for him to complain about what his life had become.
He didn't want to answer her question. Answering her question would only be admitting to something that he refused to even think about. This was his choice, his decision. He had chosen to become the avenger, throwing away everything that he had gained from his previous life. So why did a part of him ache? Why did a part of him want to leave this place that he had been in for over a year? Why did he feel as if a part of him wanted someone to ease the loneliness that had become his life?
She looked away from his eyes, towards the entrance to the caves, when he didn't answer. He took that opportunity to see what she looked like. Her hair was flame-colored and pulled back into a tail at the base of her skull. Her clothing was a nondescript combination of brown and gray, but styled in an older fashion of ninja. The sleeves did not end at her wrists; they formed gloves over her hands. The pant legs went down to her ankles and continued off as boots without a break in the fabric. Her shirt's collar rounded around her neck in a circle. She had a shuriken holder strapped to her left leg, she was left handed. A katana handle peeked over her left shoulder. Her skin was an even peach color, as nondescript as the rest of her; all he could see of her skin was from her neck up.
The only thing memorable about her was the lack of life in her eyes.
She turned her dead gaze back to his.
"The snake will come today to see how far you have come."