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Chapter 2: Hayate's View
The cold eyed ninja stood upon a steep chalk coloured rock, his red scarf of his dark ninja outfit blew like a flag against the wind, only his hazel eye's and light brown copper coloured hair were revealed, the light strands of his hair blowing softly across his face.
His cold glare watching each one of the ninja's train, their hard punches and high kicks hitting mid air, they made sure that there moves were done at exactly the same time and pace as the fellow ninja next to them, as they made deep noises of fury.
Hayate had bowled his head, letting the warmth of the sun help him relax, the light had cleansed his hair making it look lighter brown than it already was, he could feel the warm rays of the sun crawl up his body through the thick red ninja suit he wore, it sent rushing heat through him, helping all his tense muscles relax.
He loved days like this, when he could think striate with out any interruptions, when he could hear the husky noises his clan made when training, when the sun could bath him in relaxation, this would be a perfect time for him to consider what he was going to do about Ayane.
It was only the other day that he had for once, in a long time, looked at his younger sister, seeing her for who she really was for the first time.
Her power had always rained over her innocence, so much that he had forgotten just how young she actually was, yet for all her child like features, there was a strength, that he and kasami could never quite require.
She had grown up long ago, and learnt how to be ruthless, she was not the young child everyone had thought she was, she was strong, here eye's had hid it well from him, but somewhere deep inside her, he could tell, she was stronger than even he had wanted to believe.
For a short time he had wondered whether it was due to her childhood, growing up in that kind of pain, must have made her the person she was now.
A memory rekindled in the back of his mind, he could feel it becoming more clearer, it seemed like a long time ago, when he and his sisters were small.
: Memory :
Hayate walked down the stairs, his shadowed reflection shown on the wood of the floor, as he got closer to the little girl in the corner of the room.
She was at least five years old, and hayate being only twelve had no idea about how to handle this young girl who was crying.
As she sat curled up in a dark corner, her light purple hair tied to the side with a yellow silk ribbon, the front strands of lavender hair covering her tear stained face, she was breathing heavily with sobs, but covered it up well.
Hayate had turned to his father for guidance, but only saw a well built man that sat on the arm chair next to where hayate was standing, on his lap was his other sister kasami, her face looked sweet and calm as she happily slept, nestled against his fathers chest.
His farther had made some kind of noise as he reawakened, some how sensing hayate who stood glaring at his farther.
"what is it boy" his deep voice accusing hayate, his cold glare searching his sons eyes, his hair that was more of a darker brown was a little messy from where he had been sleeping.
"Ayane's crying again farther! I think you should go to her" although hayate knew his farther scared a lot of people, being a very strict and sometimes cold, but he never had scared hayate, he could withstand his fathers cold eye's.
"oh leave her, she's just looking for more attention!" his farther sat up a little, trying not to disturb the sleeping kasami, who lay outstretched on his lap, her small fingers clutched the lapels of his jacket, he looked down a smiled at his daughter.
Hayate had also looked at his sweet sleeping sister, she was a little older than Ayane, but not quite his age, and being the oldest brother felt hard on him, he hated the fact that both his sisters were not treated equally, he loved kasami dearly, but Ayane was also his sister, he could not understand why his farther had to be so cruel.
"just look at the snivelling little brat! Why can't she behave like kasami! I'll tell you something she's useless, she will never be a ninja!" they were communicating in English, as the farther had taught them to do, just in case they ever travelled outside of Japan.
Hayate would not stand for anymore, so he went to his younger sister him self, she was still in the shadowed corner of the room, "it's ok Ayane" he gently took her petite hand, that was covered in bruises from where she had been possibly hurting her self.
She hesitantly took it, looking up with those bright lilac red coloured eye's, her face was red with tears, like she just had some kind of allergic reaction.
As she gently stood up, her fingers trembling in hayate's strong grip, she looked at her farther, who was now stroking her sisters longer reddish brown hair.
"if I become stronger! Like her, will you love me?" her words were that of a child's, her sobs getting in the way of her clear voice, it was so lovely, with out the crying it would have sounded like little silver bells as she spoke.
"that my dear Ayane, you will never be! Your weak! No ninja's want a snivelling little baby like you!" he said the words with such disgust and hatred that he sent Ayane back into a crying rampage.
Hayate quickly took her up stairs to his room, her little light purple eye's staring down at her sister, who was clearly getting all the attention.
: Memory Ended :
Hayate's eye reopened from his short day dream, it was like watching a black and white movie, only he was watching him self and his own life.
He took in some air with a long deep breath, as he watched his clan continuo to put all there effort into their training, he decided that Ayane should be the leader, he could decide later on whether she would be suitable enough to stay on being leader.
Never the less she would make a perfect one for now, it would probably give her something to do instead of chasing kasami and coursing havoc with the military all the time.