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Naruto's small apartment was strangely quiet. Normally, something was making noise, his fireplace, a wind chimes, or even birds. This morning, the blonde ninja awoke to deafening silence. She really wasn't suprised. Most of the village was abandoned when they arrived yesterday, and the few people that were there didn't stay long. Everyone had packed up and left, taking all life with them.
Kakashi had wasted no time in scouting out the village, then he returned and ordered the three of them to stay in the village until he returned, 'cause he was going to go find everybody. And since it was getting close to evening, he added that they should all sleep together, just to be safe.
This was why, in the early morning hours, Naruto had to cautiously step over and around two sleeping lumps of sheet and blanket on the floor. It was bad enough that they all agreed to stay in her apartment, but they could've at least slept in the living room, for pete's sake.
She walked out to the kitchen, wearing only a tight pair of boxer shorts, a baggy white t-shirt, and her usual pigtails. Ramen. Ramen was the answer to everything: breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack, empty village, even gender confusion. Thank God there was still some firewood.
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Just a few miles off the borders of Wave Country, a small campfire crackled. Seated near it was a young boy with long locks of jet black hair and a beautiful, yet rough, face. His clothes were torn, his mask washed away, he was missing one shoe, and he had all but drowned in the river, but he felt better than he had in a week. It was as if his mind had cleared, and he was whole again.
For the past few days after washing up on shore here, Haku had spent his time healing the wounds that the ninja from the bridge had given him. Such power. Never before, even when he was with Zabuza, had he seen such power and speed. It was like fighting a god. Or a demon. Or both.
"Now what?" He asked no one.
Haku laid back on his back, staring up at the morning sky. Slowly, he remembered the dream. How he had seen his life literally pull away from him, and was replaced by darkness. And the eyes. Oh, the eyes. Red, with strange black swirls around the pupils. As he stared into those eyes, he saw his master, Zabuza, being impaled on a tree with a knife through his neck. The sheer horror woke him, and he rushed off; but too late. He had arrived too late.
Then later, after disposing of the corpse as he had been taught to do, he dreamed again. The eyes were back. This time, he saw several things: He saw one of the ninjas resposible running up a tree, and then two others going to the bridge with that accursed old man. Somehow, he knew where and when each of these scenes would occur. Obviously, he had no doubt that they would happen, for he had thought to change the first vision by getting there and stopping them. He had it in mind to ask the two on the bridge about the copy ninja. He would suffer.
Thinking back on these events, Haku sighed. He continued lying there, wondering if the eyes would come back in his next dream to show him what to do next.
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Things are coming together a little, ne? The plot develops as I type. R&R!