The Exile
I don't own Naruto or its characters, but I own my OC's though you can use them if you just ask
Chapter 2: A fateful day
The exile smiled as he came to a stop, he had been traveling for days on end at this point, and was careful to keep of the beaten paths just in case there were still Konoha shinobi who were still out after his head. Luckily after the fight with Kakashi, he had not run into anyone else. Either it was luck or they had decided to stop going after him already. He tended to lean towards the later, because he was really never that luckily in his whole life, and this seemed like a really bad point to start to get lucky on things like this. As he looked at a road sign, he took this in consideration. You see, the road marker pointed in the direction of a nearby town, and the exile wondered if it would be wise to go to this town. While it could be dangerous, he did need some supplies for his travels. After looking at the sign for a second, he decised to go to the town in question, Cozen.
The town of Cozen was a sleepily little town which set near the edge of Fire Country. One which had a decent market and all, but was still very much a second rate town in comparison to other towns in Fire Country.
The exile walked into the town from the North, and began to look for the market area as soon as he took a step into town. The process only took him about a minute, because the market just happened to be located on the side of the town which the exile entered on .The exile looked over the market, a number of patched together buildings with straw roofs, and a few nicer buildings with showed that they were by their appearance that they were more successful businesses. The exile had the choose between them, and decided on one of the lesser places, because that would be less noticeable.
The exile picked one of the straw roofed buildings at random, and walked in. Walking through the cloth door, the exile looked around the place. He notice while everything lacked a appeal to the eye, that everything was in order and its right place. Having noticed this, the exile knew that this would be the correct place to shop. He walked up to the front counter to notice a young woman watching him.
"Hello, I need these list of supplies," the exile said putting a already written list of things on the counter, "If you could give me an amount that they would cost it would be great."
"Yes, sir of course, one second please."
The exile ran his hand through his hair, which was a good bit longer from normal. That was not surprising considering this was the first time he was in a town in about a month. As he thought for a second, he noticed the young woman walk back into the room with a smile on her face.
"Sir, we have everything on the list," she said almost sounding surprised by that fact, "Well, here is the best price we can give you."
The exile looked slowly over the price, which seemed really good, and the more he looked at it, it seemed almost to good. He began to wonder if they knew something that he didn't about the supplies. As he looked he noticed that the woman was getting more worried by the second.
"Sir, please, I know that is the best price you can get, and well, we have not had any customers in 2 months," The woman blurted out.
"Hmm, ok," the exile replied understanding now, "Then we have a deal, thank you, I will have to remember this place."
The exile placed the agreed upon amount of money and took the supplies.
"Thank you, sir, you have no idea how much you helped," the woman said loudly.
The exile just waved as he walked out of the building.
The exile, walked over to a bench and started to organize his supplies, the supplies all seemed to be top notch, and in great shape. The exile smiled at his luck, maybe he had been wrong about not having good luck. As he put his last thing into place, he wondered if he should stay around this town for a bit. His thought was broken by a loud crash coming from nearby. Out of second nature, the exile moved towards the sound.
The exile came to a point where he noticed a boy surround by 4 young men who were standing around him with the boy's back to a wall.
"Kid, where did you get that money?" one of the men said pointedly at the boy.
"I earned it, I worked for this money, it is mine," the boy said defensively, "my family needs it really bad."
"To bad kid, we do to, so hand it over now, and we will let you walk away just fine," the apparent leader said
The exile just shock his head, these punks need to be shown the error of their ways, and since no one else was around he would have too.
"Punks, leave the boy alone, are you so pathetic that you have to steal from a boy, that is sad. You must be the biggest losers I have seen in a long time," He announced getting there attention.
"What, I show you loser, were are then tenbu gang, we run this town," the leader said angry.
"What did you say turnip gang."
With that comment the leader and the other 3 came towards him. The exile also moved at the 4, and knocked out the leader with a punch to his gut faster then he could comprehend. He then knocked out each of the other 3 with equal amount of easy. The exile then turned back to the boy to see if he had ran away, and notice him just standing looking in his direction with a look of awe across his face.
"Kid, get going home, you said your family need that money right."
"Where did you learn, that and can you teach me that stuff," the boy said still very much in awe of the exile
"Konoha, and no, you wouldn't want to if you knew how much work it takes," he replied hoping that would solve that.
"What you're a shinobi, no way, you have to teach me, I want to help my family, and then I could protect them."
"No, I am not teaching anyone, kid I am sure your family is worried about you go home!"
The exile just left hoping that the boy would go hope, but of course the boy didn't. As the exile walked he could see the boy trying to stay out of his sight, but doing a very poor job. The exile noticed a barbeque place and walked in even knowing that the boy would follow him.
"Hello sir, let me find you a table," the receptionist said noticing him.
The exile thought about how to convince the boy not to follow him, and did not pay attention to much in the place.
"Here you go," the receptionist said handing him a menu.
"Miss, if you don't mind tell the boy standing outside of the place to come in,"
"Oh, ok," the young lady said walking away.
A second later the lady returned bring the boy in tow. The boy happily sat down across from him. As the boy sat down, the exile could hear some one laughing nearby, he wondered if this was fate for him to laugh as he could not even deal with some kid.
"Kid, here is the deal, I get you a meal, and you leave me alone, and go home to your family."
"No way, one, my name is not kid, it is Kouza, and second I will not leave you alone till you agree to teach me. "
"Kouza, why are you so determined to learn the art of the shinobi?"
"Because, I want to protect my friends, my family, and I know I can help make things better if I can fight like you did earlier."
Thinking about the right thing to say, he was at least glad, that the guy laughing somewhere had stopped.
"Well, kid I am sure Amon here would love to teach you. He doesn't have anything better to do, and I think I remember a youngster using lines like that during his youth." A new voice said.
Amon who was deep in though turned to this voice wondering if who here would know him. As he noticed the person he blinked for a second, noticing the Frong Hermit standing there with a smile.
"So, Amon, I heard a rumor you were no longer a leaf shinobi, hmm guess it is true. It is good to see a old friend, I hope you are using Sakumo's training well."
"Yeah, Kouza if you sit here for a second, I will think about training you, I have to talk to this man in private."
Amon followed Jiraya to his table where they could have some privacy, "I figured you first question, and your answer is, they aren't following you, they have bigger worries then you right now. Also, I have some bad news, Sakumo is dead."
Amon sat in stunned silence, Sakumo was the best, he was just as good as Jiraya if not better. For him to be dead was something else. "Oh, I wonder how Kakashi is taking it?"
"I don't know that one," Jiraya replied, "Anyway, I think I have some work for you, but I need to go to my sources to double check some things. If they are true, then well, this will be a interesting mission with good rewards. Come on it is not like you have anything else to do anymore, this way you will at least be able to keep busy."
Amon sat and thought about the proposal for a second, it seemed true, if he didn't have work, life would be challenging, he couldn't live off his current money forever, and he would get bored. The life of a shinobi was the only one he had ever known.
"Fine, we have a deal," Amon said wondering if this day was one of those faithful one you hear about in stories.
"One more then, please keep look out for any odd info here," Jiraya said as Amon walked away.
Amon just raised a thumb as to say ok, before returning to his seat and noticing that Kouza was already stuffing his mouth.
"Kid, I will train you if it is ok with your family,"
"Really, you're not kidding right," the boy replied on the edge of his seat.
"Nope, promise, we can go meet them after we are done here."
The rest of the meal went by quickly, before he was dragged out of the door by the kid, who kept talking about how happy he was.
"Well, this is it, this is my families store, actually my grandparents, my parents died leaving just me and sis."
Amon sighed as he looked at the store, it was the same one where he had got the supplies earlier, fate really was after him this day.