Shippuden Chapter 4: Wild Goose Chase
"Woohoo! This is awesome! We should do this more!"- Akasha screamed in delight as the air rushed through her body. She was standing on Keegan's back as he zoomed forward with all his speed. Behind her was Hono, who was sitting and petting Eris. By their side, riding Kasai, were Shino and Mizore, both standing. Mizore had trouble balancing herself, and Shino was more than happy to help. Last, but not least, Moka was behind both of them, riding a big eagle, her own Kuchyiose.
"Absolutely not. Keegan and Kasai aren't dumb horses that we use to travel. We just use them to travel on urgent situations, like this one."- Hono replied. Keegan growled, as if confirming what Hono said. It made Hono remember of how he first met the dragon.
Flashback
Hono was running, without even looking behind. The villagers were after him in the middle of the night for the gajillionest time. It was the celebration night of Konoha's founding and everyone had a "few" drinks in them. Hono admitted it, it was his own fault that they were running after him. I mean, what was he thinking when he walked across the village's main point in the middle of the night? All of the pursuers had quickly armed themselves with sticks, sickles, hammers, rocks and even chairs. In front of them, acting as the leader, was a genin, holding a kunai.
Hono quickly turned left and ran across that street before turning right, attempting to lose them in those alleys. However, that wasn't very productive as he was cut off before turning a third time. Dead End. He turned his head, desperate to find a way out. But all he saw was the wall in front of them and the villagers behind.
"Now you'll get what's coming to you, you demonic brat!"- the Genin shouted, followed by the villagers' roars and weapon shakes.
"AAAH!"- Hono yelled after the Genin ran and struck him with the knife. Fortunately, he had only been struck on his palm, drawing a line of blood across it. He had been lucky, but he had been attacked too many times to forget that luck only helps once. Out of options, he decided to mimick what he saw a Jounin do in training. He pressed his bloody palm against the floor.
"Kuchyiose no jutsu!"- he didn't really know what he was summoning since he didn't remember ever signing a blood contract. He simply sent all of his chakra to his hand and prayed to everything, even his teddy bear, for help.
A cloud of white smoke appeared, making most of his attackers cough like no tomorrow. When it all settled, a red, two meter long, chinese style dragon was by Hono's side.
"What the?"- the villagers asked. Like Hono himself, they were all dumbfounded. What had just happened? The dragon turned its head to look at Hono straight in the eyes. Trust me and sit on my back. Hono heard in his mind. He didn't even question it before quickly sitting on the dragon's back and immediately taking flight. The dragon flew away from the crowd, making Hono scream as the air rushed through their bodies. The dragon turned its head to the white haired jinchuuriki again, making the little boy shiver. My name is Keegan, what is yours?
End Flashback
That was the night they met. It seemed really unusual, but after all fifteen years of Hono's life, "usual" was a word with no definition. He valued the dragon's company very highly. He was one of the only ones that stood by his side when he was younger.
"You're no fun!"- Akasha complained, looking behind and bringing Hono back to reality. Hono smirked.
"You're about to have enough fun. Look over there."- he replied, pointing forward. Sunagakure was in sight and they could see two figures fighting. One figure was standing on a cloud of orange. Probably Gaara with his sand. And the other was standing on a white bird. He wore a long black coat with red clouds on it. His blonde hair could be recognized from miles away as it had a very specific and weird style that was nearly undescribable.
"Is that Deidara? He's hot!"- Moka shouted, making herself heard behind them. Akasha turned her head.
"Hot, yes he is going to be hot now!"- Hono yelled back, performing handsigns.