Moons: Finally done! Three months... took me eff-ing long enough.
Anyway, because this story gets less reviews I will not update it as often (sorry), but I won't quit or let it die. I promise. I'm very sorry for the long wait. :(
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
~Euripides
"Kenpatchi." The elder looked down on the teen, so was sitting down on his knees with a smug smile on his face. "You are prepared to enter the up coming chunnin exams, correct?"
"Yes sir!" Kenpatchi replied full of enthusiasm. His father, the head of the Tokage Clan, smiled at the grandfather.
"Kenpatchi-kun has been training and learned new, powerful jutsu. His chakra control has greatly improved and he will he fly straight through the exams."
"Considering he can make it through the first exam this time." The grandfather said coldly, "He almost always messes up on the first exam. His chakra control and nin-jutsu are not the problem. His tai-jutsu is far beyond the standards of the exams. The problem is his mind! His brain! Not his body, not his chakra, but his brain! He isn't smart enough!
"He can't figure things out or even gather information!" The head looked at his son. Kenpatchi came in looking proud as ever, but now he was looking down, absorbing the words. He put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "He'll be fine this time round."
As they walked out, Kenpatchi spoke up. "Granddad's harsh sometimes."
"Ignore him. He just doesn't believe. But I do. You'll become a great shinobi of the rain."
"Thanks Dad... I turned sixteen back in November."
"So?"
"Last year! Nobody sixteen is still a genin and I'm sixteen and a half! No one wants to be on the same team as a failure like me."
"You are not a failure Kenpatchi!"
"...Thanks Dad..."
Life here is so boring...
The one stereotype that fit Kenpatchi was 'punk'. He was a muscular guy who wore a black sleeveless shirt and green pants with the headband sewn onto the left leg. His hair was also green and rarely ever combed, falling in the right side of his face. His face itself was tough and his clan's lizard-eyes made his glare creepy.
Life here is so boring. I do nothing but train all day and sleep all night. I want to be free. I want to have fun!
Though he wasn't fully aware of it, Kenpatchi felt trapped. His life was sheltered, grooming him to take his father's place as Leader of the Tokage one day.
Only problem he could see was he was stupid. No one really believed he had the intelligence to make it that far. He had heard constantly by former classmates that the only reason he graduated was because of his father. If he wasn't his son, he would have failed without a doubt.
He doubted himself a lot... but his dad was the one who was always there. The only one who truly believed in him and pushed him forward so he was stronger. Kenpatchi didn't get why everyone hated his dad. He loved his dad.
'But that doesn't change the fact.' He thought gloomy, kicking a pebble in his path. 'That the only thing he actually does is train me. I wanna go missions. I wanna see the world.'
Rain started falling, as it often did in the city. Brel automatically took one of his two umbrellas and opened it.
'I want to be someplace where I can see the sun or a tree. I want to get out of here.'
'Why the hell do I always get lost!?' Exhaustion flooded through Sora's body. His legs didn't want to move anymore. And being lost with a map wet from rain didn't help the slightest.
This part of the world, Brom hadn't taken him before. Amegakure was a metropolis, everything in it filled with technology that made Sora feel like he was on a alien planet.
Desperate for shelter, he stopped at when he reached another area, almost cut off from the rest of the village. It was built more Eastern style and less modernized than the rest of the city. Sora entered the first building with an unlocked door.
Outside, it looked normal, but inside more technology. It wasn't like a laboratory or anything, but made so someone was to live there. He quickly found a bathroom and then proceeded to what he thought was a living room. His jaw fell down. These people were rich!
A wide-screen TV stood in front of a huge couch with what Sora assumed were surround-sound speakers in each corner. He looked in the next room at the kitchen. His stomach growled when entered. He opened a fully stocked fridge thinking 'They really won't miss one thing...' One thing turned out to be an energy drink that was quick drained in a minute and replaced with another.
He smiled to himself and sat down on the couch-
A kunai sunk into the couch right next to his head. A man appeared out of no where in front of him. "Get the hell out of my house!!"
"...meh." Was all Sora could manage.
"You're breaking and entering! Get the hell out!!"
"...Sorry, I was just tired." 'I need someone to sacrifice anyway...' "And- not to sound like a smart-ass but- I'm not breaking anything."
"This was you what you normally do?" The man aimed another kunai. His eyes were narrowed, thin slits like a reptile's or a cat's. Sora wondered for a second if they were always like that. "You miserable little bastard."
"Hey, I'm not that short!" Sora replied jokingly, pulling the kunai out of the couch. "Napoleon was a few, good inches shorter than me...I think."
"This isn't some kind of game. As head of this clan I have the power to take the law into my own hands."
"So... you're going to kill me 'cause I was tired and got into your house for a snack and a nap." He grinned. "Good luck."
"Dad, I'm back." No answer. "Hey Dad!" Kenpatchi yelled. Still no answer. "Daaaaad! You home!?" Nothing.
"Guess not." The teen mumbled, "Weird, he should be." He made his way to the living room and stopped when he got to the couch. It was covered in marks from something sharp.
"Dad...?! I stopped wanting a puppy when I was ten..." His dad still didn't reply. "Right... not home." He looked around some more and discovered a kunai buried into the a wall. He looked closer and saw a thin wire tied onto the end.
His katana flew by striking at the opponent, but it was just a little too slow. He put his right arm forward and sent a kunai shooting out. The man dodged left causing the kunai to nail into the wall behind him. Swinging down with his own kunai, he cut through the wire just in case of a trap. The Jashinist cursed and swung his sword out again. This time it hit the arm, ripping through the white and green cloth and drawing blood. It would soon be all over.
"Hello...?" Kenpatchi called out again, glancing around as he walked. He stopped at one point. Blood lined the floor. "That's not good..."
He sped up, rushing into the next room. What he saw in there made him want to vomit. It would scar him.
His father was hung up on the wall, kunai pinning his hands and arms to it. A huge slash was across his gut, spilling out massive amounts of blood. There was also a cut in his arm, but that injury was nothing compared to the other. The rest of his body was bloody, but unmarked. His face had some small scratches, but the eyes were empty, staring blindly at the ground.
His dad was dead!
Kenpatchi took a couple steps back, staring in shock. He was dead...
"Dad... C'mon Dad, you're a shinobi! Y-you can't die! Sn-snap outta it!!" He stuttered jerking back tears. The dead body made no response. Corpses couldn't move or talk. Kenpatchi shook his head furiously. He was more than sad. He was pissed off. It couldn't be more obvious this was murder. In a swift motion, he yanked out one of the kunai.
He walked past his father, keeping his gaze away from the gory sight. "Dun worry, Dad." His expression was cold. "I'll avenge you. I promise, I will kill the one who murdered you."
He went outside and preformed the handsigns he knew for years. "Boar. Dog. Tiger. Monkey. Sheep." After preforming the handsigns, he fired out his hands and smoke appeared as he shouted, "Kuchiyose no Jutsu! (Summoning Technique).
A green komodo dragon now stood in front of him, swooshing it's tail side to side. Kenpatchi held out the bloody kunai that once held his dad up and allowed the lizard to sniff it. "Smell this, boy? It's my dad's blood. But there's another scent there too, isn't there." The komodo stepped back and moved it's head up and down in a nod. It stuck it's tongue in and out. Kenpatchi did the same back, communicating.
Once done talking, the miniature dragon sped off to follow the scent. Kenpatchi followed.
"Oh Jashin-sama, I'm an idiot! Breaking into some guy's house without even thinking to check if their home! God I'm losing it! … Ever since Senpai left..."
"Hey!"
Sora's thoughts stopped when he heard the cry and saw person running toward him. Rain headband on his leg and summoning animal at his side. There was no doubt he was a shinobi of this village.
"Can I help you?"
The animal- some kind of lizard- slide to a stop and circled him, sniffing the air. Sora looked back at the shinobi. His face looked familiar. "Have we met?" 'Idiot!! Now he's going to think of a crime of yours or a wanted add! Stupid!'
The green-haired shinobi looked down at the lizard once and back at him. "No. But I think you met my dad."
"Who's your dad?" Sora noticed a lot of hate in the teen's eyes. Hurt too. He quickly prayed in his head for this not to be what he thought it was.
"You must not be from around here. I'm Tokage Kenpatchi. My father's Tokage Nori, Head of the Tokage clan." His glare was cold and is right eye showed and seemed to shine almost as he said, "You killed him."
Sora realized prayers won't work. It was what he thought it was. He choose the lesser of two evils and ran like hell. The lizard screeched and jumped on his right arm. Sora stumbled, losing balance and tripping on his own feet, but then regained it and shook the reptile off. It had stalled for just enough time for Kenpatchi to get ahead of him and be ready to punch his face in.
Sora was knocked to the ground. His jaw cracked loudly as he moved it again. "Son of a bitch..." He muttered, getting up. Kenpatchi wasn't wasting time. He reached back behind him and took an object in his hands.
"An umbrella!?" Sora sweatdropped and stared in disbelief. "Y-you're just now getting sick of the rain...?"
"Nah, but this wasn't exactly made for rain." Kenpatchi replied, opening the umbrella. "It was made for wind."
"Huh?"
"Lemme show you." He pushed chakra into the unbrella and swung it forward. "Fūton: Kami Oroshi (Wind Release: Godly Wind from the Mountains)" A vortex of wind came flying out, like it was pushed by the umbrella. It shot out at Sora headon, forcing him back into a nearby alley.
Kenpatchi smiled. The umbrella was his tool to hold his chakra; with it, he would never need handsigns.
"Fūton: Kazekiri (Wind Release: Wind Cutter)"
"Shit!" Sora used the walls to bounce off of and with his speed he could dodged the waves of wind coming at him. Kenpatchi cursed under his breath. He ran into the alley after Sora. Sora got out his kunai and prepared to throw.
"Sigh..." The blonde walked the streets alone. She hated the rain in this city. It wasn't anything like snow...
-slam- -thud-
The girl's eyes widened when she heard the noise. 'Thieves? Rapists? What the hell is that?!' She stopped in front of the alley the alley the sounds had come from to inspect it.
A green-haired, muscular guy in dark clothes had another pinned to a wall. The other, about to be punched in the face, was smaller with a red jacket and brown, spiky hair pulled back. His arm shined almost. Metal! Automail!
"Sora...!?"
Sora looked over when he heard his name. The girl was about a year older than himself. She was small and didn't look strong, but had a scroll and headband proving her a ninja. She dressed in brown, baggy clothes, her short sleeves tied down with tape. Her hair grew out to her waist and covered her forehead protecter, so he couldn't make out the village.
A gust of wind came by and blew the hair out of the way, showing the damaged metal. Yukagakure.
"Natsuki...!?"