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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
"Get that thing out of your mouth, or I'll make sure it never comes out!"
The man raising his voice at Izaya made him jump and the sound of the pipe ended immediately. The animals that had gathered shrieked, running away in every which direction. He immediately lowered the instrument, ears flattened again. He was starting to want to bolt and find his own way.
“I was only trying to... uh...”
Yeah, Izaya couldn't think of anything that would make it better. He holstered the pipe, looking up at the male who'd yelled at him. He was just making things worse and worse, wasn't he? Perhaps he should just be quiet. This guy could be someone dangerous for all Izaya knew. And he's just sitting here, playing a pipe to the mice of the night. That would be a fun story to take home with him.
“Sorry, guy.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Sato nearly collapsed out of joy once the screeching of the boy's instrument had stopped, though the throbbing in his head was still all too present. Running worn fingers through his hair in an attempt to regain his composure, the rogue would rise, his supplies gathered on his person. Hopefully there would be no more of that in this journey of theirs.
Turning back to the boy, whose eyes were wide in response to his fiery outburst, Sato merely huffed and continued on the path set for them. Bits and pieces of his once-campfire would crackle beneath his steps, blackening the grass around the area that was once home.
It was home no more, though.
"Whatever."
Though as he walked, he couldn't help but catch the scent of small beasts, although they now began to fade. As much of a racket it was to Sato, that song of his seemed to draw creatures in. That wasn't something you'd see in any musician, that much was certain. While annoying, the rogue couldn't help but feel at least somewhat interested.
After minutes would pass, the man would sigh, giving in.
"Fine. You can talk. Just no more music. It's loud and could draw danger our way. I don't feel like saving your sorry ass."
The tone in the man's voice almost made the catboy whimper. But the guy was still willing to show Izaya the way, so he'd keep quiet as long as it takes. After a few minutes, the older male sighed, and one raven ear raised to catch what made the guy sigh.
"Fine. You can talk. Just no more music. It's loud and could draw danger our way. I don't feel like saving your sorry ass."
The ear went back down, held out at an odd angle. Izaya was about to retort that he could handle his own ass, but he remembered his meeting with the Iwa nin not long ago, and thought better of it. But the way the guy said it made Izaya feel he wasn't all bad.
“Um, okay. Thanks. I won't play it anymore. You're pretty nice, guy.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Yeah, he would regret this, Sato was certain. But it beat enduring any more of that ear torture he was exposed to by a great margin. Sato could at least hear himself think when the boy was talking, even if those thoughts were revolved around just how he would end the kid's life if he were to continue his annoying behavior. At least he still had that.
A 'nice guy', huh? Whatever. Children these days threw their words around without having a strong judge of character, without knowing the true requisite that those words possess. Were he to have known the things Sato has done, the things he would have done if pushed just slightly further, and the word 'nice' wouldn't be used anywhere near the rogue.
"Don't kiss ass."
His slanted mouth would twitch slightly, its lower end nearly rising up the side of his face. It was probably just a reflex to such sappy words, the sour taste they left in his mouth making his lips shutter. Yeah, that was probably it. That would be the only reason his lips would ever make such a shape in response to false kindness.
Smiles were reserved only for killing the enemy, after all.
A sharp sniff would hiss in the silent darkness as Sato pressed onward, inspecting the area of the possible presences that may just be lurking. It was hard to keep his nose on all the time, so to speak, but it was necessary for his survival; he couldn't remember how many times within the first few months of leaving the Mist that his negligence in checking for scents nearly cost him his life, and his freedom.
"So," he began softly, uncertain of what to say at first. What was it this kid said about himself? He was lost. He was hiking. Something else.
"You said you were in a group, right? I'm not going to have to find them for you after we get to the outpost, am I?"
“I don't kiss ass,” he huffed. “I don't compliment often, so you should feel happy, guy.”
They continued to move silently for a good long while. The genin didn't want to make this guy any angrier. He'd been having bad luck lately. Eventually, the older male said something, and Izaya's ear flicked to pay attention to the guy's words.
"You said you were in a group, right? I'm not going to have to find them for you after we get to the outpost, am I?"
The pout returned.
“I'm not useless. Once I pick up their scent, I'll be able to find them.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Hmph. That was a surprise, as aggravating as the answer had come to the rogue; the kid's speech was a bit more curt and cut short. He wasn't sure if he liked this change for the quiet it would bring, or if he hated it for the furthered sass that the child continued to rattle on with. Perhaps everything this boy would do could find its way just beneath Sato's skin; they were people who would clash words far too often.
And under other circumstances, they would have clashed blades.
"If you say so," the man grumbled.
This night certainly wasn't turning out like anything Sato had imagined, having first started with a walk in the woods, and now playing babysitter and guide for a snot nosed brat. It was uncharacteristic, that's what it was. For a criminal with a darkness as deep as his own to be doing something so benevolent for a stranger, a potential enemy, was unheard of. So why was he even doing this?
He had visited the lonely night for companionship. Was this his way of clinging to someone midst the grand scope of nothingness? Maybe even someone as annoying as this feline effeminate could be something that Sato could look to as a friend.
No. That couldn't be it. He hated this guy. He was a brat who smelled like an animal. It stung the rogue's nose, it was so bad. Turning back in mid stride, he would give the boy a sharp look as if to convince himself of this notion.
"You stink," he said coldly, and seemingly out of the blue.
Izaya jerked to a full stop, staring incredulously at his company. He probably should have been hurt, but he couldn't help but be a little amused.
“I can tell you don't like me, guy, but is that really the best insult you have?”
Still, Izaya pulled up his shirt, seeing if it smelled. That morning his group had stopped to clean up at a river, so it couldn't of been from bad bathing. He hoped. Eying up his company, perhaps he should offer the same courtesy.
“Well, you're too grumpy.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
"Yup," the rogue hummed stoically. It didn't really matter what the kid would say after that, didn't it? The first attack is the one that strikes the truest, and leaves a wound that stings the strongest. He who hurts first hurts less.
Though in truth, Sato couldn't have felt more relieved than when the boy made his remark; it only served to verify that the two did indeed hate each other, or at least hated each other's company. This group they formed was only temporary, one better suited for their own survival; the rogue was a guide for the lost cub, and the child was a diversion for whatever attacker may happen to stumble across the wanted criminal. There was no chance of friendship, not between people such as themselves.
And besides, the boy in fact did smell.
It would occur to the man that the stranger had never revealed his name, nor his. Not that Sato would have given the kid his real name--what wanted man in the right mind would?--but perhaps he could gain some insight on just who this pied piper of a pipsqueak really was, where he came from, and just what was hidden on that headband of his.
"If you don't like the names, then give me one to call you."
"If you don't like the names, then give me one to call you."
Izaya looked up at the snowy-haired man.
“Izaya, and my mouse is Tsukizumi. How about you, guy? What's your name?”
Thus far the guy didn't seem like the type to be interested in his name, but since he was, Izaya had no reason not to tell him. What was he gonna do, kill him? Woulda done that already if he was gonna.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Izaya. Not quite a nation-specific name, now was it? The man had almost expected to hear a clan name, though if that were the case, he supposed it wouldn't be spoken regardless. Still, it made addressing him--be it in his mind or verbally--easier than curt obscenities.
Though that would not stop him from doing otherwise.
"Chigiri," he answered almost immediately.
While not necessarily his name, this was the title Sato had taken within the Mist, given his behavior seeming to be a homage to the village's ancient traditions. At the very least, it would provide the rogue a means of subterfuge in revealing information; he doubted that this Izaya kid would know anything about the names of those in the bingo book, let alone their aliases.
The man would spot another clearing forming near the end of the path they were on; a single checkpoint of the many they would come across in their journey. While not quite as large nor as peaceful, as the clearing in which the two met, it would provide some relief to the constricting foliage surrounding them.
As nice as a break from hiking sounded, they would have to press on regardless of the opportunity. The sooner the two split ways, the better.
Sato could only make so much non-threatening small talk.
Well, that sounded like something to eat. It reminded Izaya that he was a little bit hungry, and he'd given the man his jerky. He still had trail mix, but he doubted Chigiri would be cool with him munching as they walked. Uptight fellow. Could use a few leaves of catnip, in Izaya's opinion.
Spotting the clearing up ahead, the genin was kind of hoping they'd stop for a break, but the fellow kept on pushing through. Well, fine then. But the silence was growing awkward.
“So, uh, Chigiri. Where you from?”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Silence began to daunt on their walk, and sooner than he had realized, Sato began to find solace once again within the lack of noise. He had almost forgotten that there was a young man tailing close behind, were it not for Izaya's lingering odor that seemed to cloud the air around them. Even if he had come to tolerate it for the most part, he still could not help but feel burdened by its bombardment of his nostrils. It was an ever present reminder of his company.
Though his question would do this just as much justice.
"Doesn't matter" he spat. "What matters is I live here now."
Sato would give his surrounding's a quick glance without moving his head, a grimace painting itself across his face as the man recounted just what it was the duo were doing.
"Or, I used to."
He would shake his head as he walked. Where he was from. Some people still didn't get just what it meant to tie oneself down to a single place, to a single city or village. It was an obligation that many would hold to your life, or often above your life if you are strong enough.
"I'm not a 'home' kind of person, anyway. Too much drama."
Izaya's ears may have well just stayed glued to the back of his head. That was a bad question to ask, apparently. And from the way it sounded, it was because of him that Chigiri was leaving to find a new place to live. Well, damn.
"I'm not a 'home' kind of person, anyway. Too much drama."
The genin tilted his head.
“Having a place to call home means having someplace to go when you have no place else. Someplace comfortable where you don't have to be scared. Even if where you used to be isn't home anymore, you can make a new one.” Ew, he was getting sappy, wasn't he? He wrinkled his nose. “If yer leavin' cus I found you, I won't tell anyone. I'm good at keeping secrets.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Sato rolled his eyes at what would be a slow and predictable dribble of sap pouring from the kid's mouth. Of course he didn't realize just what it meant for a shinobi to tie himself down to a single place actually meant; if he did, he wouldn't be spouting all this nonsense about safety and reassurance. Only the words from the wounded would suffice for someone such as Sato, a man who learned from experience and pain rather than teenage assumptions about the world.
The day he learns something from a child is the day the rogue would eat his own boots.
"I'm leaving because I don't need a place to call home, kid."
He would shrug in mid stride, pocketing his hands casually.
"You'll probably come to realize the same thing too one day. Or die before you get to. Either or is fine by me, though."
Izaya pouted. This guy was stubborn and didn't want to listen to him. He must be so lonely. He doubted there was anything he could say to change it, either. So, he sighed. This guy needed a girlfriend.
“Why did you leave your home?”
Izaya wasn't sure if this was too much to ask, yeah it probably was. But he was curious.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~