The Lonely Traveler and the Stranger (Flashback)

Four years ago outside the sandy village of Sunagakure was a young girl about 17. Her name was Akira. She was traveling and looking for work. Akira hoped to find it in the huge villages that she believed to be corrupt and terrible. Shinobi of these villages had in fact killed her family and she knew one day she would get back at them for it. However, for now she was only trying to survive and do something with her life.

The young girl walked along through the desert complaining and cursing. It was very hot and sandy. "Sand and heat! Who's dumb idea was it to put a village out here! Shows how smart you guys are!" the young girl woukld shout infuriated. Akira was sweating and the sand was sticking to her, which made her rather uncomfortable. Her temper was very fragile at this age and she didn't care if anyone saw her.

Akira was about the distance where she could see the village but it was rather small from her position. So, with a growl she sat on the hot sand. It burned her legs considering she was wearing a black dress that stopped about her knees. The color was probably not the best for such a warm place but she didn't bring it into her mind. For now she would sit and wait for a bit before continuing on with her little journey.

Missions. Missions. And some more missions. That's all Katsuro did anymore. He was a fresh faced, but already a veteran, Jounin of Kumogakure and a rather feared individual among his enemies. He already had the nickname of the Kumogakures Murder Tree among the enemies of Kumogakure. But his mission to Sunagakure wasn't anything more than a simple recon of Sunagakure to see how decent their defenses were in the case of outbreak of war between their two nations, which was unlikely. Though he still needed to do his duty.

That was until he noticed what looked like a young man molesting a young woman who had apparently passed out from heat stroke. Of course the twenty four year old Jounin could not stand for that so he moved to intervene. With a sudden burst of speed only an adept user of Taijutsu could muster, he disappeared from his former location and appeared a few feet away from the duo.

"Do you really think it's acceptable to lift young lady's dress? Very rude."

Akira would be sitting when she heard a voice. A man had asked her what she was doing but she didn't respond. Akira hoped maybe he would leave her alone but then there was always the chance that he was one of those people that didn't just leave a random girl sitting in the desert. What she didn't expect was for him to lift up her dress. Akira then heard another voice also male, which she would ignore. Akira would jump up and start to yell, "Hey perv! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Akira had already been aggrivated because of the heat and this just made it worse. "You better have a good answer!" She would stand with her arms crossed almost forgetting about the other male, who had shown up.

(Blah sorry if it's bad.. X.X)

'If he's not a pervert then I'm really a fat pig wallowing in his pen,' Katsuro though as he watched the man's nose dripping blood from probably perverted thoughts and images. Of course Katsuro's true interest in the conversation at hand was not shown on his face. He was supposed to be processing the strength of the enemy village and get back before he was caught. Right now he was being held up from his goal, and seriously thought about ending both of their lives just to make sure he could accomplish it. But he doubted the two people before him were of any threat to his village, so he held his jutsu steady. With a large smile, that may or may not have been fake, he approached the duo further.

"Garuda-san, what possessed you to think it was acceptable to look up the skirt of a possibly unconscious woman? Seriously man. The kind of problem you got with your brain."

His manner of speaking made it seem as if he was younger than he actually was. Hopefully they would take the man dressed in civilian attire, with his usual jounin vest hidden underneath his white shirt and without a headband. Overall his appearance made him appear paunchy around the mid-section but overall harmless to a shinobi.

"Excuse me miss but I believe it would probably be best to report the pervert to the authorities in the village. That is, if you wanted to. Or I could hold him while you gave him a good talking to. Hopefully with whatever blunt objects you may or may not have on you."

He gave a sly smile to the molested woman before taking a single step forward, towards Garuda. He didn't know what he hoped would happen but he wanted whatever happened to be fun.

"Well, what a funny way to check and see if someone is unconcious." Akira would say with a scoff. She didn't believe this man one bit. His face seemed serious but that quickly changed. She stared at his face and the blood basically gushing from his nose as he bowed. "You better get that nose under control. Don't wanna die of blood loss. Of course, I wouldn't let that happen. I'd rather do it myself. Perv." These were the words Akira said. They had a very serious and angry tone. Right now she looked like a volcano about to erupt. Akira listened to the other man speak, 'Ha! Why ask such a dumb question.' Akira would think to herself as she rolled her eyes. Then, she smirked. "That's one of the best ideas I've heard since I've been in the dumb desert." Akira would then watch as the man stepped towards the one with the name of Garuda.

(Sorry if it's eh.)

His throat was absolutely dry as his throat clumped up, attempting to gather as much salivation as possible. His ice cold skin of ivory contrasted the blazing hot tone of gold that lied upon the sand. His chest barren and glinting ever so pale, all he wore was his signature pair of loose pantaloons, airy and comfortable in this heat. At fifteen years of age, his body was relatively fully matured. His hair rested in his face as he climbed a horizontal plain of sand, seemingly never ending. His body was drenched in sweat, allowing his appearance to seem even more glossy that normal. He was seemingly glowing in the sunlight.

Upon his arrival in Sunagakure, he was searching for any Uchiha clans within the land, though it was clear why the Uchiha didn't rest in this forsaken, hot and dry land. This was obviously a place more suited for those of earth and wind arts. A fire style user such as himself couldn't grab oxygen from the air to perform larger Jutsu. Though, his Bungee Gomu would be relatively ineffective. While he was in early stages of development, it seemed quite progressed and tweaked. Though, that was not his purpose for the time. He had to find an Uchiha, and he had the gut wrenching feeling that one was near. At that moment, a frustrated woman could be heard calling out. Near her seemed to be two men. Surely they would know of any local clans.

As he approached, the group seemed quite familiar with each other. Of the four, it appeared as if Oboro himself was the youngest. This wasn't an abnormality as he was often placed within ninja older than him due to his rank. While many disrespected him for it, he often demonstrated his rightful place of power. He was always inclined to do so; such made him a person lacking sensor. As he approached the group, he noticed that there seemed to be a bit of a scuffle between them. Nonetheless, he let out a greeting in a soothing voice. "Hello, my name is Oboro." After taking a whiff of the air he realized he smelled... Uchiha....

(I know I know....rushed post)

Katsuro nodded in agreement with Akira's statement about it being a funny way to check for consciousness. Also the small pool of blood that was probably puddling underneath Garuda's feet in the sand was not helping his case any better. Of course, Katsuro was ready to give the man the benefit of the doubt. He could be one of those people who weren't smart enough to know any better, however unlikely that was.

"Sure Garuda-san, you can have my name. I am Michi Tsuro. Humble wanderer from the Land of Tea." He turned his attention to Oboro without turning his head from Garuda. "Greetings to you too, Oboro-san. I apologize for the state of our Garuda here but it seems he's been caught molesting this poor young lady. We were just thinking about what we should do with him when you showed up. The young lady seems keen on getting reperations from his skin. As for myself, I don't care for one over another. What do you think, Oboro-san. Should we let him go, turn him into the authorities in Sunagakure, or do you think we should beat him senseless and leave him out in the desert to slowly waste away?"

Katsuro's body was still positioned towards Garuda in a way that one would invision a simple civilian preparing to attack with fists.

"Yeah the name's Akira. That's all I'm telling ya though so don't ask for anything else." She would say staring at Garuda her arms still crossed in front of her. It was getting rather hot with the dress she was wearing. She still couldn't believe she wasn't smart enough to think this through. Then again she hadn't exactly been in this village so she didn't know the heat would be this intense. However, it was a desert so she still should have known.

Akira listened to the one, who claimed his name was Oboro, greet himself. Her attention was then on the words of the one who claimed to be Michi. Her face got a little red while she listened, "I wasn't molested! I coulda knocked his teeth down his throat if I wanted to! He's just lucky I didn't feel like it." Akira shouted most of her words and turned her face away after speaking. Being a hot head was pretty much her specialty and the heat was only adding on. Although, she was curious to hear what Oboro would answer. Akira hoped these guys weren't just some idiots from those villages she hated so much. If any of them were then they would probably talk about being kind and all that stuff she didn't wan t to hear.

Oboro's eyes thinned as he took in the gratuitous amount of information that had just been processed into him. There seemed to be quite a scuffle going on as the pervert known as Garuda had been attacked for peeking at the young beauty, a miss Akira. Before him also stood someone who claimed his name was Michi Tsuro. Not the name he would have chosen for the rather burly looking man, however he voiced no definite opinion on the matter other than a slight raise of the brow. The situation before him seemed to unfold rather quickly giving none of them a chance to think clearly, though it seemed more than obvious that Garuda was the one at fault here. Peeking at an innocent woman, how disrespectful, not to mention pitiful.

Oboro placed his right hands index finger on his bottom lip as he thought to himself, "Which is the Uchiha?" It took a moment of silence before he realized that Michi had asked him to help determine the fate of the peeping tom. As a fellow rule breaker, Oboro's heart obviously wished to spare the pervert. However, the woman before him had beauty, and beauty was truly sacred in the eyes of Uchiha. He would. Choose further persecution should the woman have not been able to take care of herself. It seemed ad if she could so Garuda was spared of Oboro's vote.

After using the finger that was previously on his lip as well as the middle finger on the same hand to wipe away a droplet of sweat from his brow, Oboro turned to Michi and replied. "No need for Oboro-san. Oboro will suffice. And as for your question, it seems the lady is more than capable of sticking up for herself." He imagined her potential seeing as how powerful her punch was. It was clear the ninja surrounding him were far from weak. The thought made Oboro's mouth water ever so slightly.

(OOC: Sorry for delay. Didn't know it was my post <\3)

Katsuro smiled as he listened to the rest introduce themselves, especially the now known Uchiha that was from Iwagakure. Especially now that he knew for a fact that he had a Sharingan in both eyes. This was when he paused for a split second to store this information on the surface of his memory so he could recall it easier. After the visible pause, Katsuro nodded at what Oboro watched Akira's face become red. He wasn't sure if she was blushing or if the heat was getting to her. And when she said that she didn't feel it, Katsuro lost it. In the midst of laughing, he gasped for a breath before saying, "That's the story of his life. 'I don't feel it, is it in yet?'." He laughed for a few more seconds before raising back up and wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. "And I don't doubt Akira-chan's ability to take care of herself, Oboro. Just I find it nice helping someone out with their problems. Plus they often reward you in various ways. Like, there was this one widow in the Land of Snow. I melted her frozen heart and she rewarded by warmi..." he trailed off as he thought about the fake story and how he was sure everyone present was younger than he was.

Akira listened as Oboro gave his opinion. She sighed with a bit of disappointment at his decision but if that's the what was decided then she would just play along. However, she would listen to the man that had introduced himself as Michi. This time her face turned red from anger. "Yeah yeah whatever! Don't be dumb." Akira didn't quite understand this guy but she would push it aside. For a moment, she would say nothing as the same man spoke his story. It gave her a bit of time to cool off before anyine else decided to say anything.

Akira also heard Garuda speak. It seemed that even if they had decided to do anything to him he would have rejected anyway. The white haired girl continued to listen to him. Akira sort of growled when she heard him say she would hurt herself if she were to try and harm him. He obviously didn't know what she could do but then again she didn't know what he could do either. When Garuda had introduced himself again, Akira stared at his eyes. 'Ohhh another. Uchiha' She woukld think to herself though she really didn't care. Akira never cared much for Uchiha they all acted like they owned the world and were better than everyone else. Well, in her mind anyway. When she had felt Garuda's hand on her shoulder, Akira sort of smirked. "Well, Mr. Uchiha," She would say as if mocking the man, "You're not the only one with awesomeness here." Akira would take her hand and push her bangs away from her forehead showing the two red dots that all Kaguya had. "Mine may not look as cool but why not show it off." Akira normally kept this sort if thing to herself but today she felt like showing it off. "The names Akira Kaguya." The girl would leave out the fact that she didn't have a village because she didn't exactly know what these three would do. Also, they may consider her a threat of some sort and it was too hot tobe causing anymore problems.

(Hope it's ok.. Kinda got mixed up lol.)

Looking at the three made it clear that there was monumental differences in the characters surrounding. Though, all seemed to have a similar theme: rare bloodline traits were evident within each of them. This brought pure joy to the soul of Oboro Uchiha. The surrounding folks all had power of which he probably couldn't compare to currently. Garuda, the other Uchiha seemed to be rather confident in his ability to defend himself, should he be attacked. The second Uchiha decided to go against his instincts and reveal his bloodline trait simply because it seemed the others were confident as well.

Oboro activated his triple tomoed sharingan in silence rather than boasting of his power. He wasn't sure that anyone would notice immediately though it would likely become clear after a few moments. He simply watched the slight scuffle between the ivory haired girl and the masculine Uchiha before leaning over to Michi and saying "This would make you think they knew each other eh?" While the two gave off the appearance of hostility, they seemed to be acting rather playful. Michi himself began telling a story that sounded rather sexual to which Oboro, a boy of fifteen, felt surprised to hear. He could tell the people around him were indeed good company.

However one thing he did notice was that the ivory haired girl who went by Akira seemed to take offense to the notion of defending herself. Oboro had only offered it due to the fact that she seemed of the woman power type. He certainly did not wish to step on any of her toes as he felt she was the one he should primarily focus on impressing. Even this hot sun only further characterized her beautiful traits, all capitalized, even while blushing. She certainly had a sort of... attraction about her that kept Oboro's eye. He wished not to look away, though he absolutely needed to keep one on his Uchiha brethren, just in case one might get too greedy with the eyes.

Katsuro's laughing fit was quickly ended at the mention of the teenage girl to be a member of the Kaguya family. That was the one thing that shocked him the most about the encounter. Not even the two Uchiha who were not afraid to freely show their doujutsu to a group of unknown people. For all they know he could have been a treasure hunter who treasured exceedingly rare doujutsu just like the Sharingan. Same with the Kaguya. If he wanted exceedingly rare DNA, there it stood right in front of him. Ready for the taking but the shocked expression, probably clear to everyone in the group, was quickly replaced by a smile at Oboro's comment.


He leaned towards Oboro himself before whispering "Agreed. Like an old married couple they are. Wouldn't be surprised if they really were married but did this to spice up the marriage." He chuckled to himself as he watched the other Uchiha and the Kaguya girl argue with each other before glancing up at the cloudless skies and sighing. He couldn't take the heat anymore.


And thus, with a heavy shrug, he looked at his new group of 'friends' and simply saying "I lied," before clasping his hands together to form the Snake hand sign. "Wood Release: Nativity of a Sea of Trees." After that the sands began shifting calmly until after a few microseconds it became violent and then in a five meter radius, trees were fully grown providing a dense set of shade trees for the group to congregate at without risking dying of heat stroke.


"Now if anyone could make water, that would be fabulous."

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