Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Naruto, and this is just a fan fiction with loose connections to the actual show.

A/N: PLEASE PREPARE YOUR FEELS!

Chapter Seven: Tsubasa

Taylor's POV

Her violet eyes capture my own brown ones. When I get a glimpse of her warm smile, I lose all control. Her light purple hair curls over her shoulders and back like water over a shoreline. I can't help but admit that I love her. But not to her face. That would be embarrassing. Obviously she'll reject me. And I don't want to create an awkward atmosphere in our group. It's probably best for the group if I don't say anything to Reyna.

Even if I can't ask Reyna out, I can't deny how close we've gotten. All of us. Going into TCTA, I never thought I'd actually make any real friends. I thought I'd only be surrounded by people who wanted to be with me because I was Trent's younger brother. People would only like me because I'm a Tsubasa. But I've found people I can trust. They're people I don't feel nervous around anymore. People who deserve to know more about me.

"Well since you two have already shown us where you each live, I thought I should do the same." I told Vince and Annie as they, along with Reyna, followed me to my home.

"Wow I wonder how you're house is going to look like." Annie said.

"There's no need to keep you guessing, because we've just arrived." I said, stopping at Tamashii City Orphanage.

There was a brief silence, until Reyna spoke, "Well, aren't you going to show us around?"

We walked around, and I introduced them to some of the other kids there. There weren't any kids our age. Most of them are adopted while they're younger. There have been countless adoption offers to me too, but I deny all of them. I've told the owner of the orphanage, and she understands how I feel. I still don't think I'm ready to start a new family. If I gain new parents, and new siblings, it's like my old ones are being forgotten. So for now I just help around the foster home. At some point we decided to sit on the benches in the yard and eat some lunch.

"Hey Taylor," Vince said, "The three of us have been wondering for a while now, and we wanted to know-" he paused for a while trying to build suspense, "Why is that sword on your back always kept sheathed?"

I was caught off guard, since I was actually going to answer that question anyways later on. Annie spoke to add on to Vince.

"Yeah, we thought it's kind of strange that you carry around a sword you never use. You use the other two swords on your sides during training and for morphing. But we've never even seen the one on your back."

Reyna tapped my shoulder, "Um...I think I can guess the sword's name, I mean, because of your brother. I'm guessing it's the famous Tsubasa blade, isn't it?"

I was pretty surprised, that she knew about the Tsubasa blade, although plenty of people know about it actually. I saw their intent eyes on me waiting to here the reason, so I began my story.

Nine year old me watched my older brother in awe as he sparred with multiple opponents at once. Trent Tsubasa easily disarmed and defeated each one without breaking a sweat. This cycle went on for a while, until his partners were too tired to continue. Then usually everyone would rest, eat, and go home. However today was a little different.

Today a new person was left sparring with Trent after everyone else had left. She fought with quick, almost subtle moves. Even as I watched as an outsider, it was impossible for me to predict or even notice her strikes. The red eyed girl with short red boycut hair fought with such grace and accuracy.

"Go Rosanna!" Another girl cheered her friend on from the sidelines, next to me. Her long rich raven hair was a complete contrast to her best friend's hair. "You can beat him!" She yelled.

"Suzanne," I said, "Do you actually think Rosanna can beat Trent?"

"Of course not," She replied, "Trent is amazing at everything. Plus he's so hot!"

I didn't see how his temperature would affect his fighting, so I chose to ignore that part.

"But I can't just not cheer for my best friend! It's what we do. She could beat anyone else, just not Trent." She added.

Trent Tsubasa, Suzanne Simanei, and Rosanna Heathers. The only three first year graduates from TCTA from their year. While they were great at all five subjects, Trent obviously specialized in weaponry, while Rosanna specialized in close combat and Suzanne in genjutsu.

"That was amazing big bro!" I cheered once Rosanna was fallen on the floor.

"Thanks Taylor." Trent said as he offered a hand to pick Rosanna up.

"I'm not some weak girl who needs a man to pick her up. I can get up myself." Rosanna said, getting to her feet on her own.

"Rose you were so amazing too!" Suzanne said running up to hug her. Then she turned to Trent and hugged him too. "And Trent you looked so sexy while you were fighting!"

My older brother's face started to flush pink until Suzanne let go.

"Um… thanks?" He replied.

"Big bro, why don't you ever use the Tsubasa Sword when you're fighting?" I asked, pointing at the sword sheathed on Trent's back.

"No I can't use the Tsubasa Sword against my friends. It can only be used against enemies."

"Really? I can't wait until I get to use the Tsubasa Sword one day, and Ill fight enemies."

"In your dreams little kid." Suzanne told me, "You'll only inherit the sword once Trent dies, and that's not going to happen till you're like 90. By then you'll be too old to use it yourself."

"What? Really! That's not fair! I want to be able to use the Tsubasa Sword!" I cried.

"It's okay Taylor, I'll let borrow it every now and then once you're older. Maybe when you graduate training school." Trent said.

"Yes! I can't wait! But thats so far away from now. It's going to take forever."

"Forever is not as far away as you think. Now come on, let's go home now."

We said bye to the two girls and went our ways. On the way home I thought about the Tsubasa Sword. It's been passed through Tsubasa ancestry as a family heirloom for countless generations. A beautiful golden blade, crafted into the shape of an angel's wing. It's metal is special, making it extremely light and agile, along with a precise fine edge. According to legends, it was created from ichor, the golden blood of the gods. While that's probably a myth and not true, I do know that it is made from a substance so rich and pure, it is valuable enough to murder for.

My parents died protecting the Tsubasa blade when I was four. We didn't have any other close relatives, so my older brother and I went to the orphanage, and he took care of me and the sword. Eventually he enrolled into TCTA, and quickly gained fame for being a weapon master prodigy, soon after he graduated. Of course, fame can bring danger with it. Especially since our family holds the Tsubasa sword, a treasure among weapons.

The next day, a group of men came over to the field where Trent was training. Trent told me to stay to the side and talk to Suzanne. But as she spoke about Trent, I zoned her out to listen to the whispers my brother and the men shared between themselves. I couldn't hear much of it, but I got the sense of what they were talking about. The men were offering a cheap price for the sword. My brother wouldn't take their deal. He said he would never sell the sword. Not for any price.

"What about the price of life?" One of the men told him.

"You don't stand a chance against me." Trent answered.

"Oh, not your life…" He replied, "Another that you value more than your own."

After that they left, and so did we. For the next few days, Trent would not let me out of the orphanage. At the end of the week Trent said we would be moving somewhere else. It was a small home we found. It was still in Tamashii City, but further away from everyone else. Some of Trent's friends still visited us every now and then. Especially Rosanna and Suzanne. Things were quiet and normal for a while. Until that one day.

We were out in the field, Trent was teaching me some new moves. When Rosanna and Suzanne ran up to us.

"There's trouble!" Suzanne shouted, "Those guys are back. And they brought their whole group."

"They figured out where you were hiding. We have to leave now." Rosanna said.

"No, I have to finish this. I can't keep forcing Taylor to run away with me. He needs to be safe." Trent told them.

"Suzie, take Taylor into the basement and stay there. Neither of you should leave until one of us come back to get you." Rosanna said.

"Are you crazy! This is my fault! I can't let you two fight all those people on your own. I'll take Taylor to the basement, but I'm coming back to help you." She replied.

"No I don't want you to…" Rosanna looked at me before continuing, "you know what'll happen if you stay. This is too many opponents, and they're all much stronger than we're used to. You are someone I want to protect, not someone I'm willing to lose."

"I can't lose you either." Suzanne said, "You're my best friend Rose. And you two Trent. You know I'm in love with you. Even if it's one sided, I can't let you go without me either."

"I know you love me. And that's exactly why I can't let you go the same way I do." Trent told her.

"See Suzie. you have to listen to us. Go to the basement with Taylor and don't let him out. Me and Trent will handle everything here." Rosanna said.

"I can't let you stay with me either." Trent told Rosanna, "I care about your life just as much as I do to Suzanne. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you left this world because of me."

"No Trent, you can't handle all of them yourself. Let me-" Rosanne was cut off when my brother through the Tsubasa Sword to her; it's blue and silver sheath landing in her arms.

"Take Tsubasa, Taylor, and Suzanne to the basement. I won't lose any of you. Promise me all of you will stay safe."

"Trent!" Suzanne called out.

"Promise me!" He shouted.

I didn't know what was happening at all. I'd never seen my brother yell like that. But when he turned to me, his expression was soft and happy.

"It's gonna be alright little bro. Just hold on for a bit"

We stayed in the basement for a long time. I tried to keep track. Five minutes. Fifteen. Half and hour. And hour. Throughout the whole time I was listening. At first it was silent, though after a while, I could hear the muffled sounds of battle through the thick walls. We waited another half hour after things went quiet outside, before getting out.

Blood. Corpses. Death. Everywhere I looked, there were bodies of the thugs, with blood oozing out of them. Some had lost limbs, others were completely mutilated. The sight alone made my stomach turn. And the smell triggered the vomiting and retching.

I searched around to see if my brother was anywhere to be found. My brother was bound to be standing somewhere, tall and mighty, surrounded by his defeated foes. I would be there to give him a big hug. But when I finally found him, I fell to my knees, and cried. For a half hour I cried. Eventually the authorities came and cleaned things up. More than 600. That was the body count. 679 bodies to be exact including my brother's own. He had no significant weapon other than the knives and bland swords on hand. Trent fought and killed 678 men before he finally died of blood loss. Throughout the whole funeral I could only hear Trent's last words to me. 'It's gonna be alright little bro. Just hold on for a bit'.

And I did hold on. I held on to Tsubasa. I've held on to it all these years. I should have hid it away. I'm not strong enough to protect it on my own. Not even my brother was strong enough. So why should I keep it with me? The reason is not so simple. It's just that, I have a feeling, that Trent would want me to keep it. I feel like if I'm not the guardian of Tsubasa then I would ruin it's purity. But I'm still not strong enough. I'm still not worthy to use Tsubasa. Until I feel like Tsubasa accepts me as it's owner, I will not use it. There will be a moment when it will accept me. And when that time comes, I will be prepared. I will give my life to protect Tsubasa, just as my parents did. Just as Trent did.

A Lesson on Taijutsu, with:

"I'M GOING TO MAKE THIS SHORT AND SIMPLE SINCE I KNOW THAT ALL OF YOU WANT TO LEAVE RIGHT AWAY. TAIJUTSU IS PUNCHING AND KICKING PEOPLE! BUT NOT JUST PUNCHING AND KICKING PEOPLE! IT'S PUNCHING AND KICKING PEOPLE WITH STYLE! WE CAN PUNCH AND KICK PEOPLE WITH OUR HANDS ON FIRE! WE CAN PUNCH AND KICK PEOPLE WITH LIGHT LASER PULSES! YOU HAVE TO KNOW HOW TO PUNCH AND KICK PEOPLE CORRECTLY! I'M HERE TO TEACH YOU ALL HOW TO PUNCH AND KICK PEOPLE CORRECTLY! BUT FOR NOW, SEE YA!"

A/N: *Cries in sadness and despair* Then kicks the door open and tells it straight XD. Next chapter is for Reyna right? NOPE! But the next chapter is still amazing! We finally get some answers for what happened in the first chapter! And the romantic tensions goes crazy! :)