Flowers Bloom, Hearts Shatter
By: Li
Summary: 'She wasn't trained as a shinobi, wasn't even supposed to be here. So why was she?' Lopeonia Talance is sent from her mystic home by a spell gone awry, only to wake up in a misty construction site, odd noises around her, and a splitting headache. What happened? Where was she? And how the Hell was she supposed to get an aspirin out in the middle of nowhere!
A/N: Chapter One, yay yay! Hope you enjoy, I really do! Finally up!
(1) means to see the ending notes or glossary
"Foreign language."
Spirits and Gods
Flashback is like this.
--mind speach--
Chapter One: Misty Legend (of a young hero)
Crates of building materials blocked the laying girl from view, but not the sounds from around her. The growling, shouting and occasional crashing of some sort didn't really bother her until she realized the cause of it all.
Fighting. The forbidden Art.
In contrast to the stories Obaba-sama had told her, all Auron's history lessons (taught by the Soonaru scholar unfortunate enough to get the tallest straw) were of peaceful times and the greatest feats her ancestors had accomplished. Such as a stupid horse racing record or how long a male elder's beard had gotten before passing away (100 km, without cutting from the time he was 40 Seasons (when it had just begun to grow)).
Life as an Heiress to the three Houses (even down the list of one) had been a hard (emotionally) life. Boring yes, but still taxing mentally. At least she's had Obaba-sama as a variety factor.
And now her only interesting relative was across an ocean, her only granddaughter in a foreign place (though the girl had a suspicion where she was) with a forbidden...sport -fighting and killing, as it was (no one in Flordina died of anything but old age)- going on around her.
How was Auron supposed to protect herself if someone attacked her, thinking the crouching figure was a hiding, cowardly enemy? More importantly, was there a way to reverse the transportation spell to send the 5th heir back the way she'd come?
Yes, Lopeona (wince at the name) had longed for something more amusing than turning Savannah-baka different shades of purple. (-mental sigh- It was getting old and boring after the last 5 Seasons of no new colors. The woman had already turned every shade of red and purple humanly possible twice over.)
A louder bang, growling and cracking sound alerted the hiding girl to the battle's closer approach. Leaning over the crates despite her dizziness and pounding headache, Auron realized something: the mist was just too thick! Not to mention it was filled with an electric type of magic, making it hard to tell what's what. She couldn't see an inch in front of her nose!
With her current eyes, that is.
Remembering the incantation for better eyesight provided to her by the Horn House tutor called Doctor (not the unfortunate one teaching her History; his brother), Auron concentrated. It wasn't really for people who could already see; after the incident that awakened Sukien's sides in her, the poor thing hadn't been about to see a thing for many a moon. The chant she now wittled down to it's bare bones and root words in her still aching head was for the blind to see for a short period of time, which also consumed a lot of magic power. Hopefully her revised version would work, though.
Sighing to herself at the unpleasant memories, Auron completed the mantra 5 times before it took full effect. She could now see almost clearly within a 10 kilometer radius, the rest blocked out as if the fog was a shield, hiding the fighters from herself and each other.
Sniffing warningly, about to sneeze, the brown haired girl stopped herself just in time. She may not have been trained in fighting and what not, but many Seasons of sneeking around usually observant mage guards had sharpened Auron's senses and taught her a thing or two about stealth. Her reflexes were above average, and the girl knew never to cause unwanted noise lest give away her location.
Listening intently, eyes beginning to focus and hangover to fade, Auron heard an infernal racket meters away from her radius vision. Dogs barking, sniffing and sneezing, trying to find something in this never-ending fog. Her headache came back full throttle and she whimpered, clutching the offending body part tightly. She willed the pain away, wishing all the while she'd listened more intently to Obaba-sama's self-help pressure point remedies.
Too late now, though...
Risking one eye open despite the pain, the brown haired girl saw movement on the far side of her visional area: two figures, the smaller kneeling by a foreign object, the other larger and bigger built standing idly, shifting uneasily. Did she hear sounds of...sobbing?
Knowing it was none of her concern and she would most likely end up a target of battle if the girl even moved, Auron nonetheless was curious. Jahar-baka () must be rubbing off on her personality; the ice eyed figure never would have even considered going out in the open before she started seeing the God (and helping him occasionally) more often.
Battling within herself, curiosity won out. And if the girl was crying, maybe she could help in some way.
As she crept closer, feeling vulnerable all the while, Auron saw the girl (kneeling figure, slight and wearing odd looking clothes) visibly tense and the man behind her glance around, not sensing or seeing -obviously- a thing. In a flash, pink hair (Odd. Was she an apprentice mage?) flying, the kneeling figure had thrown a sharp blade in the direction she felt an unfamiliar presence.
Auron, crouching a few feet away and wary, jumped to avoid it as best she could, but it seemed some sort of wordless spell had been cast on the blade. An explosion rivaling that of a small bomb erupted from the hastily thrown object, knocking the hidden figure on her back. Protection spells immediately took effect, a barrier forming hard as diamond against Auron's skin. It was weightless armor, literally a second skin, and virtually impenetrable. But oh, no matter how many times the mages tried to improve the spells, it itched!
On her back, the newly transported girl mentally cursed the thrice blessed thing, sighing as her white robe-like clothes were burned to tatters. The outer layer, at least. The inner, something her Obaba-sama had ordered through many mage shops, stayed intact.
The silkily woven garments, white like all her clothes were (the traditional Heir color no one else would wear) the same as her stupid precautions father's antiharm spells: couldn't be broken through if run over by an eight-wheel truck (As much as the Flordinese relied on magic, they weren't stupid. Though not much advanced in the weapons or electricity department (a few provences had it, but still), they had invented non-pollutionary cars long ago.) and didn't stain easily. The things only covered mid-arm and thigh, though, so she was actually thankful to the spells for keeping high level burns away.
Sighing, her ears ringing yet again, Auron let out a small moan. This definitely wasn't her day.
Sakura sniffed, rubbing away her tears with one hand, a kunai secure in a defensive position with the other. Who would dare interrupt the time she took for mourning her dear Sasuke-kun (dead, dead, can't believe it, couldn't help, useless, at least protect his body must protect), even when ninja weren't allowed to cry? Couldn't the intruder sense complete grief and have the decency to stay away until her tears were dried and she was more collected?
But if it was another shinobi, their training would instruct them to attack when the enemy was most vulnerable.
What the pink haired female nin saw sitting up and groaning after she'd thrown the kunai with an explosive note attached wasn't an enemy nin or any kind of fighter, but a regular village girl, clothes burned to rags. The girl's long brown hair, seemingly darker from the intense fog's filter, flying loose from a tied ribbon still holding most of the tangled locks in place but burnt beyond it's original color. Her eyes and skin (from what Sakura could see) were grayish through the fog but she seemed otherwise fine, if only in a minimal amount of pain.
Not wanting to leave Sasuke-kun's body (don't think, don't think, protect) or the bridge builder unprotected, Sakura decided to waited for the injured girl to draw closer (if she ever did) before apologizing.
And the girl rose from the ground, staggering slightly, and coughed. No blood came up; more like she was clearing her throat. She dusted herself off, neither wincing in pain nor limping as she advanced on the cloudy (to her) figures.
'Why would a villager be out here?' the rational part of her mind asked the cherry-blossom. Inner-Sakura was strangely silent, had been ever since she'd seen Naruto's pained face and Sasuke's corpse. (protect proctect, let no one else touch)
Turning her attention from advancing girl to the cold limp body of her beloved, Sakura abandoned the nin teachings and began to openly sob again, throwing herself on the deceased's chest. Her charge, startled by the girl's sudden defense then near-hysterical break down, let the laying nin cry for her fallen comrad, not noticing the silent girl a few feet away before it was too late.
"Is she going to be alright?" a calm voice asked, unnerving in the chaotic battlefield.
She'd spoken.
He turned toward the voice, finding himself face to face with a young lady in her late teens, ice eyes gentle even in their startling near-transparent nature and wild brown hair closer to a light reddish chestnut than anything else tied back in a ragged ribbon with several strands escaping. He watched her smile, eyes closing in a happy arch, and nodded in Sakura's direction.
"She seems quite upset." The voice was quiet, just above a whisper, but he heard the underlying concern just fine. This girl must be compassionate, to worry enough about a complete stranger to just come up and ask.
"Anyone would be, if someone close to them died." He didn't want to reveal anything or place his guard in danger, but her question deserved an answer.
Startled, the girl went rigid for a moment, then relaxed, saying something in a languauge he didn't understand. Face turned in the direction of the sobbing shinobi, he could only see a pale neck covered by red-brown hair and ear, unable to see her real reaction.
Sighing, the girl turned to him, a semiserious look on her face. "I understand completely."
Tazuna blinked a couple times in confusion, then nodded. It seemed many kids these days had some experience with loss.
Dropping her serious tone and expression, the girl smiled at him again. "I'll help if I can..." She trailed off as Sakura noticed the foreign chakra signature beside her charge. Taking out a kunai in defense, stance a classic taught at the Academy, the pink haired girl glared at the intruding figure, only relaxing slightly at the 'threat's' appearance.
The ice eyed girl blinked a few times, cocking her head to the side in a way that screamed 'cute!' to all who observed. "You are in grief," the girl stated, tattered white-bordering-gray robes billowing in the wind that made the sheen of mist dance around all four. "Why?"
Sakura blinked again at the odd question, then narrowed her eyes. She poured the anger of not being able to prevent her beloved's death, coupled with many things that are not for prying eyes (or ears), into her response. "Why? WHY! That teme killed him! Sasuke-kun is dead! DEAD! And I couldn't..couldn't do anything!" Inner-Sakura seemed to have taken over to express her host, even if it was no more than a whisper.
The girl just stared blankly, then smiled, infuriating the pink headed nin all the more. But before the girl could succumb to rage and speak, she was interrupted.
"He is not dead."
"WHAT!"
"WHAT!"
The cry startled Naruto and Haku as they spoke to each other, the latter asking the former to kill him as he'd failed his purpose to live. Both turned to the right (where it had come) in surprise, their senses more alert than before.
"What was that?" Naruto asked himself quietly, confused even if his face didn't show it yet. "It sounded like Sakura-chan..." (Kinda slow, right?)
Haku, on the other hand, took that moment to notice the sounds of battle and sense of dread coming from his most-important-person's fight. 'Something is wrong...Terribly wrong...'
One figure, taller and hand glowing, was racing at another, the one secured in place by lumpy barricades that prevented movement or escape. 'Master...Master is going to die!' the pureheart realized.
Turning to Naruto, he smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, Naruto-kun. I can't die just yet." I have something left to fulfill.
With that he raced off, but not before hearing the blonde's protests of "Wait!"
Haku intercepted the Chidori death blow meant for Zabuza the demon, and Auron felt the familiar sense of death with an icy shiver running down her spine, sucking the energy right out of her.
"Someone has died," came the murmur from the now-blank eyed girl, said orbs turning dull gray-blue. Followed by something in a language not even close to their own (it was not yet his time to go) and the girl's keeling-over.
She lay on her stomach, inches away from Sasuke's neck, the man and young girl crying out in surprise. She could see the points of fake-death the needles punctured through (common in books and real life because of her tutor Doctor's experimenting)(), but he still breathed, at least from what she could see. And his chakra was nowhere near the capacity it reached before death; most killed shinobi with strong wills cursed their murderer with blood-guilt. (The only way to overcome such a curse was through purification, and more oft than not the killer went insane before the ritual even reached it's hilt.)
Sighing quietly, Auron tried to pick herself up into a sitting position, but only managed to roll onto her back. Why did the dying have to take so much of her energy with them!()
The pink haired girl's face swam into view, long locks hanging loose with only a strange headband to keep the unruly mess out of her way. 'How does she fight, with that mop of hair always getting in the way?' Auron wondered as she began to cough again. She, at least, had the sense to tie it all back with a shortening charm sewn into the ribbon.
"Are you alright?" the girl asked, worried. Compassionate killer, what an odd thing.
"Y-yes," she managed, glancing over at the 'corpse' of the girl's special person. "J-just a moment, please."
Green eyes closed as she nodded, turning back to her injured companion. The bulky, beer-bellied man took her place, kneeling somewhat shakily by the fallen stranger. Auron chuckled mentally, not wanting to explain anything if she'd done it out loud.
Preparing herself, the chestnut headed foreigner gathered the remaining energy in her body and spread it through out, pulling elemental power in even as she did so. Sakura glanced at her having felt the surge of foreign energy, not chakra but something similar, but only saw the girl sitting up with some difficulty.
Remembering what the other girl had said, the pink kunoichi asked, "What do you mean, he's not dead?" Her voice held an underlying hope even as she tried to suppress the emotion, not wanting to believe something that could be a lie.
Auron just smiled, eyes closed and breathing heavy. Both pairs of eyes that watched her warily for different reasons reflect each thoughts; Tazuna- 'could she be a spy for Gatou? But why risk a seemingly untrained girl in the middle of a fight?' and Sakura- 'is she lying? Sasuke-kun can't be alive! He-he's dead! Stop it, stop lying!' as Inner-Sakura was strangely quiet.
The chestnut headed girl replied cryptically, "Pressure points."
Sakura, confused as her charge was for a moment, understood. "But that means..."
The stranger nodded. "Whoever did this to him didn't want to kill." Leaving the girl to her thoughts for a moment, Auron began to cough, cursing the lung Spells for being faulty.
"I-I'll help," the girl managed through her coughing fit.
"Wha" Sakura glanced up sharply.
"Save your friend." Ice eyes held no emotion but empathy that the girl could see as the other female began to cough again, though raw from the smoke. Here was a civilian stranger she'd thought to be an enemy and thrown an explosive tag, offering to help Sakura remove needles weapons from her seemingly-dead teammate that could kill him instantly if not pulled out correctly.
The pink haired ninja would have protested if the girl hadn't already started.
Fussing over them, Sakura seemed to be in multiple places at once, asking so many questions about 'Sasuke-kun' that the bridge builder couldn't help but laugh despite the situation. The kunoichi only calmed down when the foreign girl told her, "If you don't stop bumping me, I may make a mistake. This is delicate business: I need to concentrate.
As the girl labored for a few more moments, Sakura stared into the retreating fog, wondering how Kakashi-sensei and Naruto were faring. Just as she began to ponder their safety, she saw a blurry orange figure running towards them.
"Naruto!" Sakura waved him over, unusually glad to see him.
She let her hand fall as he drew closer, smiling at his shout of "Sakura-chan!" Now if the troublemaker was here, where was their teacher?
Kakashi pulled his hand out of the dead boy, Chidori fading, and barely managed to avoid a sword swing that would have cut him in half. Zabuza escaped his dog prison, body moving slowly, arms useless after the few minute 'sparring' match he'd tried to avoid further injury in. The Demon of the Mist hadn't even come close to reaching his goal; Kakashi had more stamina then him, and his tool had died protecting his master. The mental and physical pain only increased his rage at that one person who had taken it away from his.
Gatou.
The man, an army of threatening thugs behind him, stood insanely proud before the missing-nin he now criticized for being weak. The power hungry merchant was surprised, though, when Zabuza and Kakashi called a truce. It was time for him to die, and the Demon didn't care how many petty thugs he took with him.
Running at a speed close to his normal, even as his dying body responded to his last will, arms dangling uselessly and a borrowed kunai in his mouth, Zabuza made it past the retreating gang-bangerstoward his ultimate goal. Revenge.
"If I'm going to Hell, you're coming with me," the Demon whispered to the frightened Gatou, who was calling for his equally frightened guards to kill 'the bastard' in front of him. But before any could react, their meal ticket was killed and Zabuza had run back to Kakashi's side, body lagging.
Instead of retreating like he'd thought they would, the petty assassin-wanna-bes chose to attack the tired defenders. The blonde kid who'd gone against Haku, the one and only loud mouth Uzumaki Naruto, startled the thieves with a Kage Bushin as did the Copy Nin Kakashi. Suddenly the brat who took after the former, Inari, charged in with all the able-bodied villagers who began to cheer after the gray haired man told them something.
Zabuza's time was almost up, but he had one last request. "Bring him here, would you?" Haku's most-precious-person asked as a final wish.
And Haku was suddenly next to him, eyes closed and face as beautifully pale as ever. He had many regrets, but the Demon called Zabuza decided helping the pureheart was not one of them.
'I wish I could go to the same place as you,' he thought, tears streaming down his cheeks and onto the cement as he touched the one he considered as a blessing's cheek.
Snow began to fall, and he heard a voice saying something softly but clearly, something he didn't understand. He knew, somehow, it was a blessing of eternal peace.
"Harai risaino, Shirita-Kaiyan rasu shaw ouki dow gaaran."
Calmness washed over him, and as Zabuza slipped into oblivion, he finally found peace.
Finally; the last to die this day.
It took all her will not to just pass out right then and there. It usually wasn't her place to put angry spirits to rest, but Auron had taken it upon herself to do so seeing as no one else knew how.
The words were Old and she chanted them three times just to be sure the killer heard her as he passed on. With her Spelled eyes, she saw her old friend take him by the hand and lead him along with the pureheart through a dimensional hole to the afterlife. Sighing in contentment, she noticed the confused stares of Sakura and Tazuna,but they forgot herpresence as theone called Sasuke-kun began to stir.
Sakura pushed the white-clothed girl out of the way, hugging her beloved tightly until he managed to gasp a "can't breathe!" through his wheezing. Auron just smiled at their antics, a part of her wondering why all this seemed so familiar, but from where...?
The army of thugs the fighting men had scared off scrambled for the packed boats, some ending up in the ocean and almost drowning. There she laughed, earning herself the attention of two exhausted ninja. Sakura was fussing over her friend, the bridge builder was thanking the little boy who seemed to be a relative, and two blonde and gray haired males were walking towards her.
Tilting her head in confusion, Auron stared at them both, shifting into a more comfortable position. The young blonde was running still full of energy the older following at a more wary pace. Were they threatened by her, she wondered.
She just blinked in surprise as the boy who'd introduced himself as Uzumaki Naruto, Future Hokage, bombarded her with questions from "Did you see how awesome I was?" to "What's your name? Where are you from?" She was so overwhelmed with the blonde's excitement and curiosity she hadn't stopped to wonder why he was asking them of her.
Before she could reply to any of the questions she'd remembered or he'd repeated, the gray haired fighter picked the blonde up by his orange suit's collar and shushed him. Pouting, the roudy youngone crossed his arms and glared at his comrad through squinted eyes.
Turning his lazy eye to the sitting girl one knee pulled to her body, the other leg laying flat out on the pavement, arms crossed in a position reeking of tiredness , Kakashi stared for a moment before setting the blonde down and patting the still pouting boy on the head.
Smiling his arch-eyed smile, the jounin instructed his students to head back to Tazuna's daughter's house and take care of the dead and wounded, all the while paying close attention to the girl he targeted. Sakura, seeing where he was staring, began to protest.
"But Kakashi-sensei! What about your injuries!"
The jounin just waved them off. "I can wait a little longer."
Seeing that her approach wasn't working, Sakura tried a different way. Bowing slightly to the laying girl, the pink kunoichi said, "Thank you for helping Sasuke-kun. If it wasn't for you, he could have been injured more than he already is." The flower-named-girl glanced to where said raven haired Uchiha was being hauled away on a stretcher by the village healer and his subordinates, a sad look evident in her eyes.
Auron just smiled and nodded, managing, "Don't mention it," before being bombarded with questions once again by an enthusiastic gennin. The girl just sweatdropped and tried to calm the blonde kitsune down, slightly nervous under Kakashi surprised and calculating gaze. The way he looked at her reminded Auron of Suvannah-baka, and she didn't like it overly much.
"How'd you help?" came the final whined question.
Auron was happy to answer that one. "Well, Uzumaki-san, I only pulled the needles near your friend's vital points out." Before the sensei could ask, she explained, "You see, my...elder cousin was an expert acupuncture healer and he often used needles in various animals and some humans. I have...experience dealing with that sort of thing."
Naruto stared at her with wide eyes, surprised that she had not only helped his rival without messing up but also had been so polite! No one called him 'Uzumaki-san'; why would they? It was either monster, dobe, or Naruto-kun, though he preferred the latter best. Stars began to form as he unconsciously glomped the girl, oblivious to her obvious discomfort.
"Thank yooooooooou!"
Everyone blinked and sweatdropped, some muttering 'idiot' under their breaths. That earned them a glare from the girl who heard, now patting the boy hesitantly on his back. Kakashi smiled as she did so, thinking the blonde had earned himself another friend, even if he still wanted to know where she'd come from.
As everyone began to leave the still-unfinished bridge and the sun set, Naruto still hadn't loosened his hold around the girl's neck. Sakura helped the drooping Kakashi back to the village while Inari was taken back as a young hero for restoring the village spirit. But the smaller boy hadn't even stirred, even when the fretting girl had tried to shake him.
Naruto mumbled something, and Auron mentally kicked herself for not noticing before. He was asleep! She smiled down at the blonde now snuggling against her tatters that used to be clothes, and couldn't help but love him as a brother right away. He reminded her of someone, and even if she wasn't sure who, she knew she would remember sometime or another.
Cradling the surprisingly light boy (did he even eat that much!) in weary but strong arms against her stomach and chest, Auron carried the warm body in the direction his friends had gone. Though she usually avoided physical contact of any kind if possible, the girl remembered all the times she'd wanted to be hugged and have the warmth of a caring body to protect her from the boring life of a possible Heiress.
Sighing to herself, Auron smiled down at the boy's angelic face. She'd only seen one other person sleep, and that was by accident. No one but her servant friend Soran had seen her asleep and unguarded; it was forbidden in the Flordina Plains to be vulnerable when someone else was around. No one knew why; it was a tradition unbroken for many centuries and because of it many House members had terrible cases of insomnia. Auron had one such case, one of the few who only slept about 9 hours every week if that. (She rested fine, just found the premonition dreams too troublesome to bother with.)
And here was the most innocent boy she'd ever seen, a pure boy who knew darkness all too well. He would be a light...
Wait a'minute!
Why? Why was she here, in the legendary Kistubi-sama's early years! Carrying said Hero of Time in her arms, no less! But none of the scrolls she'd read that mentioned him ever talked of one such as herself in her Lord's life...
So. She knew what was to happen and could change things for the better, if she wished. But Auron wasn't one to meddle in things that didn't concern her, but hadn't she already? Uchiha Sasuke, the soon-to-be shirigan user and one not quite right of mind, had been released from his death-like state sooner than he was supposed to. And she'd actually talked to them, told the hero-in-training about Doctor, her older cousin.
Kami-san! Paiyan-san() was going to lecture her to death for this!
As the steady girl and sleeping boy arrived at the bridge-builder's home, Sakura came rushing out, Kakashi right behind her. In their concern for the Sasuke-boy's well being, they'd forgotten Naruto was in the stranger's clutches (at least the pervert thought that; too many Icha Icha Paradises). The foreign girl only smiled as they rushed to take their friend.
Auron handed the limp body of the kyuubi carrier to the taller of the two, bowed, and began to walk away. Before she could go far, though, Sakura called after her. "Wait!'
The girl came running up, a question on her lips. "Who are you?"
It was standard, it was expected, it was troublesome! Lopeona (wince) just sighed internally, deciding to use discretion. "Auron. You may call me Auron." Then continued to walk.
"Airun?" Sakura muttered in confusion before giggling. 'What kind of name is that?!' asked Inner-Sakura.
Kakashi, on the other hand, was running through the missing-nin list in the back of his mind, looking for a name or description similar. He came up with nothing. Droopy and a little down hearted, started at the strange helper's retreating back. 'Airan...ka?' he thought before walking back inside, his student trailing behind him.
Nine days later, they left with Naruto with tears and another secret.()
Auron yawned and stretched as she exited the wooden shack, smiling to herself as she watched the sun rise for the tenth time over the still slumbering village. Yesterday the Leaf shinobi had disembarked, the energetic blonde waving goodbye to both his new friends as Tazuna finally named the bridge. Great Naruto Bridge, which suited them all just fine.
She could see the sea a few miles away, the edge of the town just below her perch point. The townsfolk were extremely wary of her, but the Chikichi family was kind enough to take the unfortunate girl in and let her use the rundown shack at the edge of the woods as shelter. They even fed her, if she helped with the chores.
Sweatdropping as she remembered the embarrassment of not know how to wash dishes, much to the Chikichi clan's amazement, Auron headed down the path and to the kind family's home to help the grandmotherly woman named Natsume with breakfast preparations.
But when she arrived at the house an hour or so later, not only was breakfast cooked and delicious but she was to learn a new skill: how to fix a fishing net.
Sighing to herself as the young son of the Chikichi family supervised her knot-tying until she didn't tangle her fingers so easily, Airan -as they called her, trying to pronounce her name 'Auron'- muttered something under her breathe. That was until the village 'hero' ran down the path way, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"They're coming!" Inari shouted, running down the seashore lane. "They're here!" Who? Auron wondered.
Owari Chapter One
E/N: That's chapter one! The next, Chapter Two, should be up in a few days.
Next Chapter: Two: Time's Illusions (on the road) (Who's coming? Attackers? Or did Gatou have an accomplice?)
1- ...Auron's Bloodline Limit...
I would tell you, really, but it's a secret for later chapters. Something to do with a missing-nin's past (no, not Orochimaru, the snake bastard) and one of the demon children (maybe our lovely Naruto, we'll see).
2- ...Old Language...
Thank you, Kuroten my friend, for letting me use the OL from your story Spirit Child of Demon Eyes. Too bad you can't update!
The Old Language is the root words for all mage spells and has been used since the beginning of the world, though the original form was lost many a century ago.
3- ...Naruto's New Secret...
Will be stated in later chapters. Nothing special; just something he'll treasure as a gift of being acknowledged. And yes, it's from Auron.
Li