Stop the Stars from Shining
Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me. This little piece of personality given existance, does, however. So live it up. w00t.
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Night falls on Konoha. The children are put to bed and the Chuunin begin their patrol at the borders of the village. Uchiha Ojimaru lounges on one of the watch towers, using a senbon to pick at his teeth. Damn, but this was easy. There had been a certain lull in the aftermath of the war that killed the Nidaime Hokage, who led the village for only two months after his older brother, the Shodaime Hokage, who, too, perished in battle. Konoha had won, and he could count the losses quite easily.
Sarutobi-sama, the next in line to become Hokage, had been inaugurated less than twelve hours ago, and the first command he had given was that guards would be posted at the village perimeters twenty-four-seven for any further attacks. As cautious and well-thought as this command was, Ojimaru had to admit that most of the sentries did not take their posts as seriously as they should have. He, himself, was thinking more about his wife, who was expecting and should be delivering a child any day now. Fancy that—him, a father.
It might have been fate that Uchiha Ojimaru was not completely paying attention and, instead, day-dreaming about his own family, for if he had peered closely through the leaves of the trees that grew in abundance below him, he would have seen two shadows fleeing swiftly away from the safe, if at least not peaceful, village.
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"Stop following me!"
Two shadows fled through the thick forest; or, to be more precise, one shadow fled and the other pursued. The first leapt in a seemingly crazed pattern, trying to shake off the pursuer. Despite the passing darkness, the voice that spoke was undeniably female.
"Stop running away!" The second shadow yelled this in a gravelly tone that signified a relatively young male. To this, the female shadow did not reply, but only kept on her pattern of leaping farther and farther away.
"Stop being a coward!" The man tried again. "You couldn't have stopped them dying; any of them! What are you going to achieve by running away? It won't change anything!"
Abruptly, the fleeing stopped. Slowly, he felt her chakra patterns coming nearer and nearer. His growth spurt had come during his late teens, so her breath, hot and ragged, met only his chin. His inner-pervert (which, I digress, was the vast majority of him) was hoping for a kiss or something of the sort, but alas, the hope died out the moment his knees hit the tree branch.
The warning came too late. A fist came swinging into his stomach and twisted, sending him spiraling into a tree trunk twenty meters away. His knees buckled and his arms came out sprawling to prevent his face from hitting the bark. Standing up weakly with all of his extremities still shaking from the blow, he wiped the blood off his lower lip with the back of his hand.
Her chakra patterns were receding a lot faster than before.
It can't be helped.
Jiraya sighed. Tsunade of the Legendary Sannin had finally fled Konoha.
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Hur. Hur. I took a little break from FFN to pursue the sad little thing I have called a life. I'm not quite sure about the timeline (when Tsunade actually left Konoha), so I just went with the time I thought would be the most accurate. If anyone can enlighten me, I'll be eternally grateful. This is, hopefully, going to be a chaptered story with around five to seven chapters...if possible. And they'll be longer too. Maybe. And now to go comment on the zillion stories I've missed while away.
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