Tenshi woke up to the bright lights the open windows brought. Almost instantly, a sharp pain surged through his body as his kekki genkai took its toll on his body. He hissed in agony, before glancing downwards. A woman walked in her, her red hair seeming to set the room on fire. She seemed to be a little older than the girl who had walked in. Fifteen if he had to guess. But the moment she walked in, his heart raced with a warm tingly feeling.

Who is this girl?

He watched her carefully, placing a hand to his head to ease the intense throbbing that filled his brain. He shifted slightly before forcing himself to sit up.

"Oh! You're awake!" the girl said, rushing to his side. He focused on her movements, and noticed she didn't wear a headband. Her brown eyes filled his view as she leaned in a little.

"How do you feel?" she asked, the question coming out in a mess.

"Sick. Must be my kekki genkai," he replied, staring up at the ceiling.

"Is that so?"

Her voice broke, causing him to glance in her direction. She seemed...regretful, and hesitant. He didn't understand what was wrong. They were just talking. He watched the hair on her face shimmer like the sun itself, and wished he could help the girl. Until he noticed that the glimmer was actually reflecting from a hypodermic needle which sat in her shaky, and sweaty right hand. The hairs on the back of his neck raised in realization of WHY she was here.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, before she thrust the needle towards his neck.

He jumped out of bed, a millisecond before the attack could reach him, landing on all fours. She pursued, her hand coming over with a kunai. He sidestepped the attack, and flipped to hang onto the wall as she swung the hypodermic needle at his leg. He backpedaled up the roof, as she followed him, swinging her kunai and hypodermic needle in intricate patterns.

What did I ever do to her?

He backed up further until his back was against the far wall, weaving sideways as the hypodermic needle missed his neck by a millimeter. He smacked her hand hard, wincing in pain. He watched the vial shatter, it's contents falling to the ground. He shifted left again, throwing a kick, to distance her from him, landing on the cold tile floors of the hospital.

"I don't know what your problem is, but I don't want to fight," he stated, holding his now bloody hands up, to protect himself from whatever her next move might be.

"I'm sorry. I truly...I don't want to do this. But I have no choice."

He glared at the girl, who heard incoming footsteps, jumping out the window a second later.

"Wa-WAIT!" he called dashing to the balcony. But she was gone. The strength left Tenshi, sending him to his knees. A small sigh of sorrow escaped his lips and he trembled from sheer adrenaline.

"I've waited my entire life to meet you. It's quite an honor to meet the last of a clan, especially one with such a mislead reputation."

The strength which came through the old man's speech, surprised Tenshi more than the fact that he wasn't alone. He turned around to see said man was standing next to him. Realization hit Tenshi as for the second time he was truly surprised.

"What's your first name?" the man asked, motioning towards the bed.

"Te-tenshi...How did you know what clan-?"

"Your father. You don't think that I'd have let them treat you, if I didn't know who they were treating?"

"True," Tenshi replied.

"I apologize for Yuki-san. She's an enthusiastic fighter, but sometimes she let's her anger rule her a little to often."

He nodded in acknowledgement, well aware of the rage.

"I must warn you, that if you choose to live here, life will not be easy. Those old enough to remember the last great Ninja War, know of the Yusrai. To them, you are the same as them. They don't know that the Yudashi had nothing to do with the various attacks in Konoha during that time."

A pang of rage filled his heart, but his mother's words reminded him of his place.

"I can handle myself. I won't cause any trouble. I give you my word," he spoke quietly. He glanced at the man, and let out a heavy sigh. He'd only been here one day...and everyone despised him. He hung his head, and curled up into a ball on the bed.

"Well...in that case, I might as well give you the four scrolls your father left for you," the Hokage stated with a small smile.

"F-father?"

"Yep. He left me four jutsu scrolls to bequeath to you, when you arrived. The man left a very big mark on me. He was humble...quiet, and more importantly, he cared very deeply for you. Well...I have to go, so take care."

"Bye," he replied nodding his head.

"I'll have a medic bring them over after you are fully healed."

The door shut, and Tenshi returned to the silence of sleep.

SORRY I HAVEN"T TYPED OFTEN ENOUGH. I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON NEW GAMES AND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE THIS STORY WORK. PLEASE BE PATIENT! I will update again REAL soon.