A note from Takeshi Hou to his readers:
I'm REALLY sorry about not having posted in a while, I've been here and there and then back again, if you can believe it. Another intro chapter, i'm sorry . There'll be some action soon though. Read and Reveiw plz!
~*~
It was two days later, and Takeshi was sitting on the shabby roof of his hotel. The sun had just come up, the shadows were receding from the forest around the city. The peace was short lived as two feet landed right behind him.
"Ohayoo Youkoko-san." Takeshi said, as a girl walked up to him. She wore a traditional shirt, made of fine silk, bladk dragons and silver lines emblazoned on it, she also wore a rather skimpy skirt, but no one told her that. Her hairr was a pitch black color, and her eyes were sapphire blue. Her body was overall quite proportionate, even though she was a little small.
"Ohayoo Takeshi-kun." She replied in her dark tone, "Has Mitano arrived yet?"
"No." Takeshi said, "He won't be here for another minute or two."
"Hmm...he's always late." Youkoko said, and she spat. Takeshi smiled, that was Youkoko's way of saying she felt comfortable. He didn't even ask why, it was just her way.
"You know, there are some pretty strong Genins in this tournament. I met Kakashi-sama's team...and all three of them are quite powerful. One is from the Uchiha clan, another...well...he's got insane stamina."
"No girls?" Youkoko retorted. She was quite sexist against all-male teams. Her personality was a fiery one, never to admit defeat, rarely showing fear, and always being individual. However, that was with boys, with girls her personality was quite soft in comparison.
"Oh no, one of them's a girl. Although not quite as developed in her powers, she has excellent Chakara control and quite a sense for Genjutsu and knows quite a lot about the Ninja Arts in general."
"How'd you find all this out?" Youkoko asked, arching her eyebrows
"I have my ways.." Takeshi said, smiling, "Here's Mitano."
A figure was jumping from ceiling to ceiling, and finally reached them. He was a bit different than both of them. First of all, he was easily the tallest. He towered over Takeshi by at least three inches, and over Youkoko by at least six. Mitano Korai was his full name. He wore his Hidden Blade hitai-ate and the entire mask. His eyes were blank, and quite small. His figure was rather scrawny, as though he'd grown three feet in one day and hadn't built up any muscle. He wore two katanas on his back, kept on his body by Chakara, or so Takeshi guessed, because there was no string or band holding them on.
::Hello Takeshi-san, Youkoko-san:: Mitano said. It was rather odd, Mitano only talked through telepathy. Youkoko and Takeshi didn't question it, both of them had their quirks. Together, they looked pretty sketchy, like a couple of gang members or bums. But in truth, they were the prodigies of the Hidden Blade Village survivors. Their own agenda on their minds formed by one ideal that Takeshi had started.
"Our Jounin will be Tsunade-sama, the Kage of this village, herself." Takeshi informed them. They both nodded, "Meet here tomorrow, same time same place. 'Kay?" they nodded again, "Well, you can do whatever you want for the rest of the day I guess. Here are your hotel keys, the rooms are on them. See you tomorrow." Youkoko and Mitano vanished, and Takeshi was left to himself, witnessing the rising of the sun once more...
Takeshi was walking through the busy streets of Konoha once more, trying to find out what had changed in his absence. Or, more like last visit. His last time here had not been sad nor happy, but angry, the color of blood.
~*~
He had run away from the other villagers. They all wanted to kill him, keep this a secret, but he couldn't let it happen. The Kage and his men, the traitors to the Hou clan, they were killed. In fact, the Kage's second-in-command had made the grave mistake of underestimating the heir to the Hou clan. And paid for it with his life.
By the age of 4 Takeshi had killed someone, his innocense and naivete were washed away by blood, and he was forced to see a cruel world. Alone he had cried, and alone he had wandered, getting by on small forest animals. However, at the age of 6, he returned to his village's ruins by accident, to see a team of shinobi's there. He had hid, and grabbed his kunai, encrusted with blood from his prey in the forest.
The nearest shinobi was walking towards him, and then turned his back. Takeshi used that opportunity. He had thought them the Kage's men. He would have never imagined that they were just a group of scouting ninjas. Jumping onto that one shinobi's back, he grabbed him and prepared to drive the kunai into the back of the ninja's head. The shinobi he had grabbed would have never guessed he was a child, and threw him off, holding a kunai to his throat.
"Who are you...?" Takeshi had asked, not even crying. He had seen death before, looked at that Hidden Blade ANBU member in the face when the mask had slid off and the wooden tonfa's blunt end had impaled it into his eyes. He was not afraid of this man, whose eyes did not hold killer intent...
"..." the man did not answer, but then called out to his team. The four were from another shinobi village, and the one he had almost killed walked stood up and put his kunai away
"Hey, kid, what happened here?" one of them asked
"It was turned upon by it's own Kage and his men," Takeshi had replied coldly, "I think I'm the last survivor."
"What's your name?"
Takeshi didn't say anything, he just kept looking at the covered left eye of one of the ninjas.
"Listen kid we don't have time for this!" another yelled
"Kinda like the Uchiha clan huh?" the first had said, promptly shutting up the other ones "That's pretty rough kid...but I need to know your name."
"...Takeshi Hou." He had finally said, giving into the man's relaxed manner. However, the man's eyes widened slightly.
"Hatake Kakashi." Kakashi had replied. He had been a Chuunin. Takeshi realized it was a show of trust between the two, and he followed Kakashi back to his home village.
Takeshi didn't complain. In fact, he was extremely happy. A man wanted him to come, a man wanted him, for whatever reasons. He had found a home with this man. He traveled back to the shinobi village of the Leaf and there, for the next year, had trained under Kakashi. Kakashi didn't cut any slack, for one reason or another. However, at the day he turned six, the Hokage had come to him.
"Takeshi Hou...you can no longer stay in this village." He had said sadly, "Even though your village and ours were on good terms, I cannot allow you to stay here by law of this village. However...take this..." the Hokage held out a necklace, "And my name, Sarutobi. For if you ever come back here, say my name and present this necklace."
And then Takeshi left under the cover of night, escorted by Kakashi. When they reached the outskirts of the country, they had to part.
"Sayoonara....Kakashi-se...Kakashi-sama..." Takeshi had said. His boyish voice was now replaced by a stern one of confidence.
"Sayoonara...Takeshi-kun..." And Kakashi had vanished. And so did he, into the night...
~*~
And here he stood, 10 years later. The streets were just as busy, the people were just as loud, or quiet...but something was different. Something must have happened....something enough to make everyone nervous. It wasn't too hard to see, you didn't need to have Doujutsu or incredible perception. Although people yelled and bartered, they did it quickly. Although people talked, they talked a little quieter, and although people stared at the sky they also checked their surroundings.
*What could have happened here to have changed it so much?* Takeshi pondered, *Whatever happened....it wasn't for the better...*
I'm REALLY sorry about not having posted in a while, I've been here and there and then back again, if you can believe it. Another intro chapter, i'm sorry . There'll be some action soon though. Read and Reveiw plz!
~*~
It was two days later, and Takeshi was sitting on the shabby roof of his hotel. The sun had just come up, the shadows were receding from the forest around the city. The peace was short lived as two feet landed right behind him.
"Ohayoo Youkoko-san." Takeshi said, as a girl walked up to him. She wore a traditional shirt, made of fine silk, bladk dragons and silver lines emblazoned on it, she also wore a rather skimpy skirt, but no one told her that. Her hairr was a pitch black color, and her eyes were sapphire blue. Her body was overall quite proportionate, even though she was a little small.
"Ohayoo Takeshi-kun." She replied in her dark tone, "Has Mitano arrived yet?"
"No." Takeshi said, "He won't be here for another minute or two."
"Hmm...he's always late." Youkoko said, and she spat. Takeshi smiled, that was Youkoko's way of saying she felt comfortable. He didn't even ask why, it was just her way.
"You know, there are some pretty strong Genins in this tournament. I met Kakashi-sama's team...and all three of them are quite powerful. One is from the Uchiha clan, another...well...he's got insane stamina."
"No girls?" Youkoko retorted. She was quite sexist against all-male teams. Her personality was a fiery one, never to admit defeat, rarely showing fear, and always being individual. However, that was with boys, with girls her personality was quite soft in comparison.
"Oh no, one of them's a girl. Although not quite as developed in her powers, she has excellent Chakara control and quite a sense for Genjutsu and knows quite a lot about the Ninja Arts in general."
"How'd you find all this out?" Youkoko asked, arching her eyebrows
"I have my ways.." Takeshi said, smiling, "Here's Mitano."
A figure was jumping from ceiling to ceiling, and finally reached them. He was a bit different than both of them. First of all, he was easily the tallest. He towered over Takeshi by at least three inches, and over Youkoko by at least six. Mitano Korai was his full name. He wore his Hidden Blade hitai-ate and the entire mask. His eyes were blank, and quite small. His figure was rather scrawny, as though he'd grown three feet in one day and hadn't built up any muscle. He wore two katanas on his back, kept on his body by Chakara, or so Takeshi guessed, because there was no string or band holding them on.
::Hello Takeshi-san, Youkoko-san:: Mitano said. It was rather odd, Mitano only talked through telepathy. Youkoko and Takeshi didn't question it, both of them had their quirks. Together, they looked pretty sketchy, like a couple of gang members or bums. But in truth, they were the prodigies of the Hidden Blade Village survivors. Their own agenda on their minds formed by one ideal that Takeshi had started.
"Our Jounin will be Tsunade-sama, the Kage of this village, herself." Takeshi informed them. They both nodded, "Meet here tomorrow, same time same place. 'Kay?" they nodded again, "Well, you can do whatever you want for the rest of the day I guess. Here are your hotel keys, the rooms are on them. See you tomorrow." Youkoko and Mitano vanished, and Takeshi was left to himself, witnessing the rising of the sun once more...
Takeshi was walking through the busy streets of Konoha once more, trying to find out what had changed in his absence. Or, more like last visit. His last time here had not been sad nor happy, but angry, the color of blood.
~*~
He had run away from the other villagers. They all wanted to kill him, keep this a secret, but he couldn't let it happen. The Kage and his men, the traitors to the Hou clan, they were killed. In fact, the Kage's second-in-command had made the grave mistake of underestimating the heir to the Hou clan. And paid for it with his life.
By the age of 4 Takeshi had killed someone, his innocense and naivete were washed away by blood, and he was forced to see a cruel world. Alone he had cried, and alone he had wandered, getting by on small forest animals. However, at the age of 6, he returned to his village's ruins by accident, to see a team of shinobi's there. He had hid, and grabbed his kunai, encrusted with blood from his prey in the forest.
The nearest shinobi was walking towards him, and then turned his back. Takeshi used that opportunity. He had thought them the Kage's men. He would have never imagined that they were just a group of scouting ninjas. Jumping onto that one shinobi's back, he grabbed him and prepared to drive the kunai into the back of the ninja's head. The shinobi he had grabbed would have never guessed he was a child, and threw him off, holding a kunai to his throat.
"Who are you...?" Takeshi had asked, not even crying. He had seen death before, looked at that Hidden Blade ANBU member in the face when the mask had slid off and the wooden tonfa's blunt end had impaled it into his eyes. He was not afraid of this man, whose eyes did not hold killer intent...
"..." the man did not answer, but then called out to his team. The four were from another shinobi village, and the one he had almost killed walked stood up and put his kunai away
"Hey, kid, what happened here?" one of them asked
"It was turned upon by it's own Kage and his men," Takeshi had replied coldly, "I think I'm the last survivor."
"What's your name?"
Takeshi didn't say anything, he just kept looking at the covered left eye of one of the ninjas.
"Listen kid we don't have time for this!" another yelled
"Kinda like the Uchiha clan huh?" the first had said, promptly shutting up the other ones "That's pretty rough kid...but I need to know your name."
"...Takeshi Hou." He had finally said, giving into the man's relaxed manner. However, the man's eyes widened slightly.
"Hatake Kakashi." Kakashi had replied. He had been a Chuunin. Takeshi realized it was a show of trust between the two, and he followed Kakashi back to his home village.
Takeshi didn't complain. In fact, he was extremely happy. A man wanted him to come, a man wanted him, for whatever reasons. He had found a home with this man. He traveled back to the shinobi village of the Leaf and there, for the next year, had trained under Kakashi. Kakashi didn't cut any slack, for one reason or another. However, at the day he turned six, the Hokage had come to him.
"Takeshi Hou...you can no longer stay in this village." He had said sadly, "Even though your village and ours were on good terms, I cannot allow you to stay here by law of this village. However...take this..." the Hokage held out a necklace, "And my name, Sarutobi. For if you ever come back here, say my name and present this necklace."
And then Takeshi left under the cover of night, escorted by Kakashi. When they reached the outskirts of the country, they had to part.
"Sayoonara....Kakashi-se...Kakashi-sama..." Takeshi had said. His boyish voice was now replaced by a stern one of confidence.
"Sayoonara...Takeshi-kun..." And Kakashi had vanished. And so did he, into the night...
~*~
And here he stood, 10 years later. The streets were just as busy, the people were just as loud, or quiet...but something was different. Something must have happened....something enough to make everyone nervous. It wasn't too hard to see, you didn't need to have Doujutsu or incredible perception. Although people yelled and bartered, they did it quickly. Although people talked, they talked a little quieter, and although people stared at the sky they also checked their surroundings.
*What could have happened here to have changed it so much?* Takeshi pondered, *Whatever happened....it wasn't for the better...*