Kaida skipped home, She was happy about her team. They all seemed so nice! She wanted to tell Momma everything. She hugged Yo closer to her as the air started turning colder. She liked the boy Keiji he seemed genuinely nice. He listened and concentrated at what she said UN like other people who just dismissed her because she was young. She liked his eye's too they were so strange, it fit him. He was really tall to her and Kaida hoped she wouldn't get a neck cramp looking up at him all the time.

The girl Zaki was a little odd but she also seemed fun too. Kaida had silently admired the girls straight grey hair. It seemed to fit the girl perfectly in her opinion. The shape of it radiated youthfulness but the color screamed of age. She also liked her team mates hazel eyes. That seemed to refuse to be intimidated. Yo had silently giggled when Zaki insulted their sensei.

Their sensei Yamato seamed nice enough. The little red head sensed that he was disappointed in the members of his team. His round eyes radiated fake interest as all of them talked. His stature screamed awkwardness and a longing for the encounter to be done with. Kaida hoped she didn't do anything to upset him. Maybe it was the fact that Yo liked jelly beans. But all too soon the little girl's house was in sight.

It was rickety and small but it was wrapped in color and warmth. Her mother was standing at the door waving energetically. The little girl ran the last 50 feet into her mother's arm. "Mommy I'm back!" She squealed hugging her mother closer.

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Keiji was concentrating on his steps. That was his 28th time counting to 10. So he had walked 280 steps. He should be almost home. The purple haired boy counts to stop his mind from wondering around, but it does anyway. This time though his thoughts could not help but wonder to the people he will be risking his life with.

He wasn't sure what to think about any of them actually. Keiji was nervous about missions mostly. He knew that if he stayed a gennin he would get only C or D ranked missions. Not a big chance in seeing blood. Nothing Keiji couldn't handle. Keiji didn't want to be a great shinobi. He just wanted to control himself.

His golden eyes squinted at the ground when he thought about his team mates. They were women, they tended to be weaker. Get hurt more often, spill their blood. Their blood was cleaner though, NO! He stopped to hit himself in the head. Don't think that he should go back to counting.

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Keiji imagined the girl Zaki, her hair with a black drop of pure red blood. It would look lovely. The contrast of her evening gray and its stark red blood, spread out like STOP IT! He ordered himself ok lets start counting again.

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Keiji also imagined the little girl Kaida, but for some odd reason he couldn't imagine killing her. Unlike the other 2. When he visional her death he got no pleasure out of it. Like normally, well he didn't get pleasure in killing. It was the act of fighting the sight of blood. He couldn't think of anything in a fight. His mind went to a peaceful bliss. A serenity he could never achieve anywhere else.

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The Jounin didn't like any of them, it was apparent. The masked ninja hated being around them, He didn't even want to even think of getting to know them. The man wasn't giving them a chance it made Keiji angry.

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Keiji was home know. He saw his grandmother outside doing the gardening. And his grandpa was on his rocking chair on the porch. He waved at both of them before heading to his room.

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Zakuro slammed the door behind her. She was greeted by a yell, "Hey don't slam the fuckin door!" It came through from the living room. The grey haired girl just stalked through the cabinets.

"Thanks for the tip, where are the Fags?" She yelled to the voice.

"Were down to a fucking pack Zaki, you breath them in like air" Said the voice. At that the girl gave up her search. She strolled into the living room were a blond boy was lying on an ugly brown couch Watching a small static TV. The boy looked about 16-17ish with dark denim blue eyes. His hair was shoulder length. It should be the color of straw, but thanks to how greasy it was it looked dirty blond .

Zaki jumped over the edge of the couch to land on the boy's lap. He squirmed from the surprise. "Max you're a fuck tard" She told the boy. Taking the cigarette from his parted lips his eyes narrowed in indignation. But instead of saying anything he waited for the girl to get situated on top of him. After a while in silence the boy spoke up.

"So how was your 1st day as a ninja?" He asked grabbing the remote from the arm rest.

"Are captain hate me, theirs a slow dude and an 8 year old girl" She explained putting her chin on his chest.

"Sounds fun" Max grunted.

"I don't know Max I really don't, I have no idea why I am still trying to be a shinobi I should just give up," Zaki told the boy hugging him closer. He moved himself on his elbows so he could face her.

"Well it's a fuckin steady paycheck Zaki, and anyway you would make a good shinobi, but do what you want I don't give a crap," He admitted at this the 13 year old girl shrugged and got off of his chest.

"I'm going skating see you later Max," She told him.

"You are coming tonight?" Max asked sitting up for the first time today.

"Nah Milton will be wondering wear I've been going, I've been coming over here too often," Zaki admitted getter her shoes on.

"Zaki?" Max whispered his voice was grave and soft.

"What?" She asked distractedly.

"Why do you go back there?" Max said. At the question the girl stopped. A pained expression came to her brown eyes.

"I've told you Max, Sara needs me. Melton's a perv I can't just leave her alone with him" The girl argued it sounded more like an excuse to convince her self.

"Sara's your mother, and a grown women. She can through her own life away. You don't have to go back to that shit bag" Max promised his eyes were begging the

"We have had this conversation before max. As long as Sara is their I can't leave" She told him not meeting his dark blue eyes. At that Zaki grabbed her board and started to lave. Before she went through the door she yelled to the living room "See you later fuck tard." Max just stared at the spot she had been. Then he turned off the TV, he then got out a notebook and started to write.