Extra Scene One: Full Circle
In the northernmost corner of Earth Country, a man's hand trembled as it crumpled the piece of paper that veiled his tearful face. In his homeland, he was known amongst the shinobi as the Thousand Eyed Binoculars and he was crying. Yes, he knew that ninjas were not supposed to cry, but he wasn't a ninja anymore. He hadn't been one since he was a brash young man who put adventure ahead of good sense.
Mana...
...One month to live...
date: ...
Three weeks ago? A cold feeling crept up on him.
"Serves that gold digger right..." A voice whispered from somewhere behind him. The speaker stiffened when he called her out by name without bothering to turn. She forgot that he was the Thousand Eyed for a reason.
"Mana is a great woman," he defended the woman named Mana. Inside, however, as much as he hated to admit, that gossiping secretary probably was right. Mana probably did marry him for the vast company that he and his mother owned and then divorce him to get her claws on the cash. But she was still the same Mana who rocked his world. He continued, "This branch is running smoothly now. It's time for me to return to headquarters."
Two weeks later, a blonde man with sunglasses and a matching, midnight colored suit stepped gracefully off of a boat that was docked on the beaches of a small, unnamed island not too far from the Land of Waves.
Kou's pale eyes brightened for the first time in days since he'd snuck aboard the ship. Several long days since he'd gotten away from that awful daycare that they dragged him off to when Mommy went to sleep. Off to see Daddy, who, according to Mommy, lived on the other side of the sea.
Just above him, someone lifted the lid of the box that he was currently hiding in, which contained big cylinders. He shrunk away from that strong light that was burning out his sensitive, pale eyes for a bit, but then, to his eyes' relief, a large figure came and blocked the rays of the noon sun. The woman wore a metal plate with a funny drawing on her forehead. He'd seen one of those before around his home, but with a different drawing and a blue vest instead of a forest green one.
"Hi, Big Sister Ninja," he smiled. Ninja. The most trusted people everywhere. This was his lucky day.
"Yeah... I'm a ninja," the young woman replied. She looked directly at him, or rather, right into his eyes. People always did that and often called him a freak afterwards.
"Mommy said Daddy's a ninja, too. She wants me to find him."
"Son, what does your Daddy look like?"
"Well, he's got big, white eyes..." the boy started, but was not allowed to finish. Something flashed in the kunoichi's knowing eyes.
She smiled reassuringly and cut him off before he could say blonde hair, "I know where your Daddy is."
"Big Sister Ninja, please, help me," he pleaded, his Byakugan eyes big and round. "I wanna eat. Mommy promised he can get me lots of goodies. Haven't had any good stuff after she went to sleep."
The blonde child stared around in awe as the ninja carried him through the neighborhood. He'd never seen so many people with white eyes, like his own, before. He always thought he was the only one-the only neighborhood freak, as everyone from his home island called him. But he was still different. This time, it wasn't his eyes, but his shock of golden hair. All of these people had black or brown hair.
"We're here, at your Daddy's house," the kunoichi smiled as she knocked on the door of the vast mansion before them.
A few seconds later, a tan man with a bathrobe answered the door. Like everyone else in the neighborhood, he had a pair of pupillless, granite eyes. A second later, an exotic looking pale, eggplant haired woman appeared behind him.
"That's not my Daddy," Kou said. "Daddy got yellow hair."
"Kou-chan?" shouted a man's voice as he walked into through the door of an expensive-looking but ill-maintained house. There was no response. It was the same as everywhere else he looked in. "Kou! Come out! I'm your Dad and I'm here to take you to your new home!"
"Kouji?" he opened a closet door, but found only a few sheets and some clothes. His hands began to shake as invisible tears flooded down his cheeks. Those tears would have been real if the losses that he took during his career as a ninja in a now war-torn land did not cry him dry. It all came back to him. First was his best friend from the Academy, one of the few people willing to befriend him because his eyes did not look like everyone else's. But then, graduation, and with it, reality came and he had no choice but to force a kunai through his friend's heart. Then... his Jonin instructor died only a little bit after his promotion to Chunin. Then, every girlfriend that he's had during his career as a ninja. They all, like many kunoichi, died on dangerous missions against political factions within their own homeland of Water Country. His own sister was the worst by far. She wasn't related by blood, but being on the same genin team was as good as a blood tie. It was just a few months ago when he stopped by to visit, posing as a relative, and found her body, along with a handful of others, frozen in the ice jutsu that seemed to be her signature. But the jutsu was not well controlled and her body sported numerous injuries. Why? Why did a top notch jonin like herself let these people kill her?
The image of her and the group of civilians lying dead on the floor, frozen into the crystalline jutsu was one of the many images from his life as a ninja that he could not forget. Noting her loss, he went on to turn every corner of the town inside out for his friend's little boy, but there were no signs of the kid anywhere.
"Not again... not again," Kouichi murmured as he headed back to the village's orphanage.
Note: Kouichi is about a year younger than Hiashi and Hizashi and Kou (or Ko) is about 6-8 years older than Neji. I'm having some trouble writing The Medic right now, so I'll insert this deleted scene instead.