Just Some Quiet Time... (Closed)

The sound of children's laughing could be heard all throughout the Village, as the new generation of Shinobi were just inducted into the Ninja Academy. The new Academy Students were having a ball with their new title, some running with their new sets of Shuriken that the Academy gifted them, and other just hanging out with friends.

Two young girls around the age of 9 were playing tag, running in and out of people as they tried to rid themselves of their 'it' status. Many of the citizens of Konoha laughed at their antics and moved out of their way. But then one of the girls bumped into a boy, and was quickly scared. "S-sorry Mr... I-I d-didn't see y-you th-there."

The boy was none other than Kaito Satoshi, a newly ranked Genin, but very mature for his age. His mask was covered in a hint of red, to which the girls thought of as blood. But who would believe him when he said it was just food coloring from his breakfast?

"It's alright girls... Just watch where you're going next time..." Kaito said in the kindest voice he could manage. It wasn't that the Satoshi was mean, just everything was irratating the young Genin today. The girls quickly ran off and continued their game of tag elsewhere, far away from the masked Genin.

Kaito walked with his head slightly down, staring at his feet as he walked down the avenue. People turned their head as he walked by, muttering something about the vibe he was giving off. The Genin slipped his hands into his pockets of his shinobi pants and walked faster down the paved road.

Finally, Kaito arrived at his destination, Ichiraku Ramen. The boy walked inside the now huge resturant and sat down at a table. The waitress came by and ruffeled Kaito's hair.

"The usual 'Aito?" She asked in a kind manner, the waitress here knew Kaito as a regular and developed a liking to the boy. The nickname was a mistake of pronunciation, but Kaito agreed that it was a fine nickname.

The Genin nodded and waited only a few minutes until the waitress came back and handed him a bowl of Miso Ramen. Kaito smiled visibly under his mask and payed for the bowl, and the bowl from last time, and the time before that.

Kaito stared at the large bowl, a solomn look on his face. He took his chopsticks and spun the noodles around in the bowl. He would eat them later... He just wanted peace and quiet right now. Thank Kami that there was no one in the Ramen Restaurant except for him and the staff.

'If it wasn't for these cursed eyes, then I'd be fine... If only Kana didn't die, then I'd have somewhat of a normal life...' Kaito thought to himself while staring at the bowl more intently than before. He unconciously grabbed the necklace that Kana gave him and read the inscription on the back.

You are stronger than any Uchiha there is, ever was, and ever will be. I believe in you my little dragon.

'Oh Kana... I wish you were here...' Kaito thought to himself, the Satoshi then proceeded to place his head in his hands and sigh, enjoying some of the peace... Unless someone tries to ruin it...

The Hokage would walk into the Ramen shop, a small Anbu mask over his face. His signature red hair would be covered by a hood attached to his robes.

Noticing a Genin boy at a table by himself, he would walk over to the boy.

"You look troubled," he said, the question directed at the young boy.

As the waiter came to take his order, he would order a glass of ice water and nothing else.

Kaito had been thinking of his days as an Academy Student, all that book work that they had, and all the Ninjutsu they studied. But something troubled him... He just couldn't put his finger on it...

All of the sudden he heard the chimes of the door opening. 'Great,' he thought, 'someone to ruin the peace.' The Genin felt another prescene close by and felt the table shift as someone sat down. All of the sudden, he heard a male voice, "You look troubled."

The Satoshi looked up out of his hands and saw a hooded man order an ice water, an Anbu mask across his face; concealing his identity. But how come he had heard that voice before? It seemed so familar...

"I'm fine sir... Just thinking..." the young Genin said, mustering up the courage to smile at the masked man. His own mask that covered the lower half of his face constricted as he smiled and started to cut off oxygen supply; but Kaito quickly fixed it.

By now his stomach was growling, it didn't matter to him who saw his face, the young Genin was more lax with that fact now then he was back in the Academy. The Satoshi slipped his mask down and pooled it around his neck. Kaito took a small taste of his Miso Ramen and sighed as it made it's way down his gullet. He then whiped his mouth and turned back to the Anbu masked man.

"So, what brings you here today? Just here for the water? Or did sitting at home all day get me in trouble with the Anbu?" Kaito joked as he said the last line. The Genin hadn't gotton in trouble with the Anbu yet... And he didn't know how he would.

The man would pull out a few coins and give them to the waiter, paying for both the ice water and the boy's ramen.

"Nothing but fate I suppose," the man said.
"I do enjoy some ramen from the oldest shop in town, though. What's your name?" he asked

Moving the mask aside ever so slightly just enough to reveal pale skin, he would take a sip of the water, his hood revealing a shock of crimson hair before both the hood and the mask were pulled back into place.

"How long have you been a Genin?" the man would ask.

Kaito listened and ate as the masked man talked about fate and payed for his ice water. But all of that came to a stop when the man asked for his name. The young Genin was hesitant, what if this man was a spy? What if he was a Jonin from another village here to kill him for his eyes?

"Kaito Satoshi," The young Genin finally and hesitantly spat. Kaito hated saying his last name... The name his father gave him... The name he was branded by, and the name that gave him his eyes.

The Satoshi male quickly shoved more food down his gullet, relishing at the feel of the noodly goodness in his throat and stomach. But his eyes flashed quickly to a disturbance of color to his upper left. The Anbu masked man had taken a drink, pale skin and fiery crimson hair were briefly released from their confounds, before being pulled back into place.

It all added up in the Genin's head, the skin, hair and voice. It was the man he knew the most about, the man they studied in the Academy. One of the most powerful Shinobi in Konoha, and the person Kaito feared the most.

The Hokage...

Kaito was amazed at his discovery, but pretended as nothing happened. Then another question came about, how much time he'd spent as a Genin. Kaito quickly swallowed the small amount of ramen and spoke.

"Just a few weeks now... But my Academy Teachers say I have enough skill to be at least a Chuunin." And Kaito was right when he said that. His knack for Genjutsu was amazing, and also were his speed and intelligence. But it would take more than just his skills right now to become a Chuunin... He needed a Sensei and a Team... But Team Selections wouldn't be for a while.

The young Genin then slumped back in his chair while taking one last bite of Ramen. The Satoshi pulled his mask back up and pushed the bowl away. While fiddling with his necklace, the Satoshi decided to mess with the Hokage.

"So, Anbu-san, have you heard that the Hokage might get impeached?" Kaito chuckled in the back of his mind as he said this, of course the Hokage wouldn't get impeached, the Village loved him too much... Or at least... Where he came from they did.

A small smile would cross the man's lips behind the mask, one the genin couldn't see. He chuckled, the chuckle quickly being transformed into full out laughter.

"Impeached? Shame, I rather like the man himself. He does have his flaws, though." the masked man would say.

"Is it because the Hokage derives from a different country? And who plans on overthrowing me-- I mean, him?" the man's eyes would dart around nervously at his little slip up.

Kaito watched as the Anbu masked man's chuckle turned into a full hearted laughter. But then, the young Satoshi heard what he was looking for. A slip up! The Genin smirked visibly underneath his mask and chuckled.

"I'm only joking Anbu-san... Or should I say..." Kaito started in his regular speaking tone, but he leaned in ever so slightly and whispered his next part of speach.

"Hokage-sama"

Kaito crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, thinking about what the man had said. He was from a different country, was that the reason Kaito feared him? That he was technically an outsider of the village?

The Satoshi pushed his hair back, the white tuft of hair he naturally has along with his natural chocolate colored brown hair became more prominant. It was said that he had that trait from his father... His father...

The thought of the man that abandoned him and his now deceased mother strained the young Genin, his eyes closing aburptly. Kaito opened his eyes moments later due to them burning. He unknowingly had activated his Shikei-shu.

Red eyes replaced brown, three tomoe marks circled the pupil. The young Satoshi looked as if he had the Sharingan, but of course it was only a genetic mutation. An experiment gone wrong.

Kaito quickly deactivated the Shikei-shu, the burning sensation in his eyes dissapearing. The boy would smile visibly through his mask and looked at the man he know clearly identified as the Hokage, hoping he did not see the cursed eye that the boy had.

The Hokage would remove the mask. Thankfully, his back was to the few patrons that were in the shop.

"Alright, you've figured it out." the Hokage would say.

When the Genin closed his eyes and re-opened them, the Hokage noticed the strange eyes.

"I haven't seen a Sharingan user in quite some time." He said. "You've already got three tomoe?" Massato asked.

Just as quickly as the eyes came, they were gone.

Kaito sighed as the Hokage mentioned the Sharingan, he had seen the Shikei-shu. The Genin preceeded to once again push back his hair and shut his eyes, a troubled look forming across his face.

"They're not the Sharingan, Hokage-sama... It's the Shikei-shu... The stupid genetic mutation of the Sharingan that Kirigakure no Sato ended up creating." Kaito would explain, he would also mention on how the Shikei-shu, in it's non-advanced form, would gain 4 Tomoes instead of the Sharingan 3.

"My eyes... I hate them," Kaito would begin, "They've caused me so much pain and suffering..." The Genin would think again of his father, of how he left without even a note of where he would be.

The Satoshi looked up at the Hokage and into his eyes; looking for either wisdom or guidance.

"Do you know how I feel Hokage-sama? Pain and suffering because of a thing you couldn't control? Of a power you can't get rid of? If you do, it be great to know I'm not the only one."

Nods, listening to the boy's every statement.

"I see," he would say at the end of the boy's story.

Replacing his mask quickly, he would order another glass of water, this time larger.

"What kind of suffering have these eyes caused you?" the Hokage would ask, avoiding Kaito's question about power.

Walking through the crowded streets of Konoha, Kushiro would soon find himself sneering. The fools were actually excited! Where the other new Genin around him saw a word of hope and color, the young Kurochi saw only the drab green sea of fresh flak jackets. How he missed the sight of the deep crimsons, the bright scarlets! This land was not one he so readily chose, but it was one of necessity. A fellow clan member had risen to the ranks of Kage in this peaceful village, and so it was now Kushiro's responsibility to keep an eye on Massato's movements and report back. Of course, being of a higher ranking would have given more insight, but the pool of pure Kurochi was nearly empty which left only Kushiro to fulfill the task. The goal was simple. Rise in ranking while establishing a relationship with the only Kurochi currently within the sprawling village. That would take place soon. How soon?

As Kushiro opens the door to the hustling eatery famous among the villagers as the favorite restaurant of their greatest hero, he soon finds himself ushered to a table not far from where another Genin sits with an unmasked Anbu. The absurdity of such an image was enough to make the boy scoff, yet there was an even more interesting aspect to the two. There is an old saying that states "Blood calls to Blood". That would perhaps be the most apt description of the feeling that begins to overwhelm the young Genin. He had never been in the vicinity of another pure-blood. The power, the desire of his blood to merge with the other man's raises a nearly euphoric sense of unreality as sweat begins to drip from his pores. Signaling to the waitress for a simple glass of water, Kushiro would slip a single slip of paper into the woman's palm before flashing his most elegant smile and silently leaving. The only indications of his previous position would be nothing more than an empty glass and a few sparse droplets of pink-tinged sweat. Were anyone but Massato to catch hold of the little note inscribed upon the paper, they would find nothing more than illegible doodles. Massato, however, would find an invitation to a meeting, the sight of the common language being all that would be needed to reveal the identity of a fellow Kurochi.

Kaito thought for a moment for an answer to the Hokage's question. How would he put everything? Would he bring up a sob story on how Kana died while teaching him how to control the Shikei-shu like the Sharingan? Or something else? After a few moments of silence, the young Satoshi finally had an answer.

"As I was being born, Hokage-sama, my father left my mother on her deathbed; knowing she would die in childbirth. Apparently, the Shikei-shu DNA in her body in the form of me, the child, was too much for her frail health. That was my first suffering, I was an orphan."

Kaito sighed for a moment and motioned for a waiter whom he didn't know well enough as he did most of the staff, the young Genin ordered some water for his dry throat. He then turned back to the older male and continued his story.

"Upon the doctors probing me and trying to find who exactly my father was, they found that I had the Shikei-shu. They sent me, a newborn who desperately needed a mother, to live with an older Uchiha woman who raised me as her own. The first few years of life were fine, but that was when 'it' happened."

Kaito continued, "A group of older Uchiha boys in the compound knew that I was different and not an Uchiha, so they tortured me into activating my Shikei-shu, but when I didn't, they took a Katana and started to slash at me..."

As the Genin finished his sentence, his glass of water arrived with a note stating that he needed to drink more milk. He smirked at the note and quietly took a sip of the water while pulling his mask down slightly.

After his mask was back in place, Kaito rolled up his right sleeve to show a scar in the shape of a 'Z'. "That was the scar that I bore from their slashes, the Z represented their gang although I do not recall what it was. That was my second suffering."

Kaito went on to tell the Hokage on how Kana, the Uchiha who raised him, was training him and fell ill, and how he blamed the Shikei-shu because of the Genjutsu it held. Kana had offered herself as a punching bag so to speak, and let the Satoshi cast the Genjutsu onto her. As the Satoshi finished his story with the death of Kana, he saw a young boy walk into the Ramen shop.

The boy was clearly a Genin as he bore no Flak Jacket but only a Konoha Headband. He had the same fiery red hair as the Hokage, maybe they were related? Kaito motioned to the Hokage to turn as the Genin left the shop so the man would get at least a glimpse of the young male.

"Hokage-sama, is that a relative of yours?" Kaito would ask quietly, not wanting to expose the Hokage's presence or wanting the boy to hear them.

The Hokage had honed his senses to their upmost abilities, taking note of the child enter and leave. Another Kurochi in Konoha? Impossible.

As the Hokage saw the boy slip the note to the waiter's out of the corner of his eye, he would nod at Teo's words.

"I see," he would finally speak, his soft voice trailing off in thought. After a few more minutes, he would say to the young Genin.

"I'm sorry to leave so quickly, but I really must investigate."

He placed his mask back upon his face, standing up and walking over to the waiter that had recieved the note. Just as the waiter looked at it and begin to drop it into the trash, the Hokage's hand reached out and grabbed it in mid-air.

"It can't be." He would mutter after examining the note. Dropping the note into the trash bucket, he would rush outside of the shop, hurrying through the bustling streets of Konoha.

Kaito would nod to the Hokage, and watch as he left quickly to go investigate the young Genin's apperance. The young Satoshi wondered if the Hokage even knew about the boy, or about anyone really in the Village. Kaito took a sip of his water and pondered yet another thought.

'I wonder who my Jonin sensei will be... I don't know any of the Jonin in the village, so it better not be somebody weak.'

As the thought formed in his head, a memory of a Genjutsu he used on Kana also formed. Kaito shuddered and took one last gulp of his water before throwing some Ryo on the table. He would then wave bye to the staff as they yelled out their farewells and walk out of the restuarant.

Maybe some training was now in order....

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