Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20160325110650/@comment-27973212-20160328003128

A short figure stood in front of a mirror, her hands pushing her bangs out of her face. The silver locks seemed to refuse to stay, in fact they fought with the young girl. With a soft huff her hands dropped to her sides as she just stared blankly. A uneasy feeling resided in the childs stomach, swirling with fear.

This child was Yasu Hatake. She was one of the two Hatake genin in Konohagakure. The child expressed a want to learn the way of the Shinobi. To get stronger, to become someone to protect Konoha from any that wished it harm. Perhaps this goal seemed rather obscure for a child. Yasu however wasn’t like any other ordinary child. The young genin was raised by a loving family until her father decided to randomly abandon her and her mother. Shijo Hatake never said why he left, where he was going…he just vanished. The reality never hit Yasu, and she believed he would one day return to the family. However, as time passed on Kazu Hatake began to resent her own child. Yasu refused to drop the subject of her father and even months after him disappearing the child still sat at the door every day after school waiting for him to come home. Eventually Yasu stopped because of the physical assaults of her mother. She spent most of her time in her room or roaming around Konohagakure. As the emotions set in the child began training to work hard against her mother’s wishes. The young child acquired a taste for knowledge as well and because of that she studied more into the Shinobi way. The reality of the world became known and because of that the child adapted to this reality. The female knew that building powerful bonds was a bad idea, and because of that she strayed away from making such ties. Yasu became a loner type, her mind only focused on training and becoming stronger to defend those she cared for. Even with her beliefs she would attempt to save those who were close to her. It was rather peculiar seeing as how her mindset had been situated.



Yasu was true to the ninja way, she refused anything else. At the end of the day she knew once she became a genin she was on a war path. Anything was possible. The first time Yasu wanted to build a bond with one of her teammates he passed away on a mission. This forced Yasu into a bad position, and she swore to herself not to build any stronger bonds. The only person who had an idea of who she was had been Takuza Uchiha, her Sensei. To everyone off she seemed to have a rather bland personality, at times she even seemed to have an ego. However this was rather far from the truth.

A gentle knock on her door stirred the child from her thoughts and the dark eyes shifted to the oak wood door. “Hai.” She murmured and instantly the door opened, a older woman stood in the door way, leaning against the frame in a drunken stooper.

“Yaaaasu~” she coo’d as she began to giggle, her long black hair clinging to her body. Slowly, her dark eyes opened and she stared the girl down, taking note of her attire. Instantly her expression dropped to one more sour. “You are going out today?” she questioned as she folded her slender arms across her chest.

The small child stared at the woman with a blank expression as she pulled her mask over her nose. “Yes. I have a mission” she responded as she went and grabbed her ninja pouch. With little effort she buckled it to her waist and returned her gaze to her mother.

“Of course you are. You just wont stop until you are dead” Kazu added, her head shaking slightly. “You act so smart, but you have no idea how ignorant you really are.” She added, a hint of venom in her tone. Slowly, she took a step into the room. The older womans dark eyes looked around the spotless room, looking over all the random knickknacks. “Maybe you will die like Shijo.” She whisper as her hand rested upon a dresser, her hand clutching the side of it. Yasu merely stared at the woman, not showing any emotion. Inside the young child knew her father was alive, he had to be. No words could express how she felt, what she was thinking on. With a violent thrust the woman knocked the dresser over, allowing all of the girl’s clothes to spill onto the floor. “Oops” she whispered, a heavy laughter leaving her lips as she cocked her head back to look at Yasu, her eyes wide open. “I’d be a shame if something else was to happen…” she whispered as she began to approach Yasu.

The young Hatake didn’t move she merely stood there, her eyes slowly shutting as she waited a heavy blow to meet her face. As the woman closed in and stood infront of the child her hand moved back, her hand balled into a fist. With a thrust she went to punch the child, but she froze…Her eyes shifting to the large window. Upon the windowsill had been a large crow, its eyes just as dark as it’s feathers. The creature’s feathers were fluffed, symbolizing anger. “No.” the older woman muttered as she gazed at the crow in horror. Slowly, she took steps back. Her eyes refused to leave the bird, as it began to peck against the window. Even with the rain in the air, the creature still sat there rather unamused. Unknown to Yasu, this bird…It wasn’t normal. No, it was a summoning technique. One that Kazu knew rather well. It was that of Shijo Hatake, the man was still alive. The fact the creature was there ment Shijo had been close to Konohagakure, perhaps he had sent it to watch over Yasu? The older woman had no idea why it was there, but she knew hitting the small girl infront of the creature was a bad idea. “Get out of this house.” She whispered, her eyes shifting down to Yasu.

Yasu looked up to her mom, her brows furrowed. Yasu didn’t even question the woman, she was just glad the woman had stopped. As she made her way out of the room, she’d look back over her shoulder to look at her window. The crow sat there, staring now at Yasu. With a light nod it flew away, disappearing from sight. The dark hues shifted to Kazu who slowly walked back until she met the wall and crumbled to the floor, a heavy sobbing leaving the womans lips. ‘Why…Okaasan..?’ she pondered as she dashed down the stairs to the front door. Quickly she pulled her shoes on and grabbed her poncho. As she left she pulled the thick article over her head, her body moving freely after closing the door.

The young Hatake sprinted to the village gate she was told to, as she arrived her eyes over looked the figures that had been there. One familiar, the others not. As Takuza introduced her she nodded and eventually they began to travel. On their way to the castle her Sensei stated for each of them to announce their capabilities.

“Speed and Lightning, assessing situations.” The child spoke as she continued traveling. As they met the Cliffside, her eyes furrowed as she too overlooked the doors, the one that was opened called to her…Again, that sickly feeling of terror filtered into her head…Something was wrong. Before the child could even began to think on the subject her Sensei told her to move and keep her guard off. The child obliged, her head nodding as she followed the male into the castle.

Upon entering the door slammed shut and locked. Yasu’s head turned as she stared at the door. ‘This is wrong…’ Alas even with that thought in mind she continued to follow Takuza, her body tense as she focused on her mission. As they walked down a long hallway paintings had surrounded them, the young child paid no mind to them, but they defiantly made her feel more uneasy. At her sensei’s words Yasu responded with a low tone.

“This place isn’t right..”