The fanning of the Uchiwa [o]

[Yoshi]

The compound seemed to have been destroyed -- not by battle, war, or anything other then old age. No one seemed to come through this area anymore. It seemed like a graveyard to Aota with only silence being exuded from the interior.

A gigantic symbol lay corroded by time on the ground besides the entrance. It would seem the metal hinges gave way and plummeted down with the rest of it. The once famed Uchiha symbol lay in ruins almost blocking the entrance completely -- almost.

" So much history, neglected by us. I hate them . . . those who are my family but did not want to be. The uchiha. . . we should be family, all of us. "

His thoughts, were always interrupted or unfinished with the mass amount of things clashing together within him. His frame began to move forward towards the manor at a steady pace. It was to take in the entire bit of legendary scenery only afforded in the past to uchiha clansmen. It raced across his min a multitude of times without voicing or thinking about it, but instinctively feeling a harsh grievance had been done to him. This monumental establishment was apart of his blood, well half of his blood but he didn't know that.

Finally reaching the entrance, Aota propped himself up on a bit of debris to slide himself inside. Everything was in ruins even the small little corridor which lead inside to the main hallway.

A small ping of happiness felt itself rise up within his gut at the prospect of taking on a new job. Fixing and rebuilding such a historic place to his blood and reuniting the uchiha under a single rule. Such a dream was merely the combinations of his feelings about wanting to rule the leaf village to fix it.

That sad little bit of comprehension of the world he wished he never knew would always rear it's head. That was when he stopped, raising his hands up trying to touch the ephemeral ghosts of the past within the corridor.That was when a small creak could be heard within the distance -- and that stirred a realization could someone else be within the building, so soon?

[King]

The Uchiha District, namely the decrepit manor that lies in it center, was always a favorite place of Ashura's. He always favored the historic regions of Hi no Kuni, and places such as this, so close to home (located within Konohagakure, itself) were all the better. He too felt a pang of disgust in his stomach while venturing the abandoned streets and neglected corridors; how could his people allow such a marvelous place fall to ruins.

And while he suspected others may have visited the historic monolith from time to time, Ashura had never once encountered them. Not until that day.

Opening a door and walking through, the young Uchiha caught a glimpse of someone-- or something --out of the corner of his eye. Hardly startled, he simply pivoted on the heels of his sandals to face the visitor. It'd be nice to have some company; touring the dark, damp halls by yourself got boring after a while.

"Good day," Ashura chirped. "You enjoy coming here, as well?" Tilting his head, the boy stepped closer and extended a hand in the other child's direction. "Ashura Uchiha," he said proudly. By now, there were none in the village who did not know his name -- or know of his heritage, no less. Unlike Ryuusuke, the former Hokage, Kohana saw no reason to hide the boy's roots. Many believed him to be a time-bomb, destined to become a tyrant like his father.

Others, however, saw him as the Hidden Leaf's savior. Ashura? Well, he simply saw himself as a boy protecting what he loved. "What's your name?"

[Yoshi]

The sound that alerted Aota was the opening of a door. The frame was corroded giving off a small shriek down the corridor. It was weird to him at that moment to run into another person, because of the scarcity of actually meeting someone at this time. Surprised and startled, Aota shifted towards the wall -- his claymore scraped it furiously leaving a deep scar. But this fear was quickly replaced with a silly feeling of embarassment -- Ashura Uchiha was the only one there. He was huge within the village because of his status and power.

" Chimamire Aota Uchiha, a genin of course. "

It hurt him deep down having to be a lower class within the leaf village. It hurt his pride after being called a failure with his first try at the academy, and a failure for not showing up on time for the last chuunin exams. His hand, grasped the other uchiha's shaking it with a simple motion before letting go.

He wasn't thought of or even known by leaf higher up's for the fact he made zero progress in the way of missions or anything -- this would probably be Ashura's first time hearing of Aota. Moving forward past the smaller framed boy, Aota continued with his voice picking up once again.

" I guess you're here just like I. You were compelled to return to this place like it was calling out for you. Our home wants us. . . our home needs us. . . will you help me with our resurrection?"

The words flowed with much more conviction then the melancholic boy would realize at the moment. They seemed to float out as if he was the hokage speaking to his respected nation trying to gain there approval for war. The enthusiasm was sour but spiraled at Ashura -- in some respects sounding familiar in the tyrannical nature that followed. A soft pale hand, rose and pointed at the end of the corridor.

The mass hall that doubled as a throne room was within a few meters of their positions. That room was used in the past by clan leaders to discuss business , and secret alliances with other clan heads. Aota knew it within his bones. One day he would reside in that seat -- the uchiha clan leader a title worth more to him then Hokage would ever be.

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[King]

"Not really," Ashura admitted without a drop of shame in his voice. "I just like to come here because it's peaceful. That, and there are still a few scriptures lying around -- that aren't in the official database, at the Hokage's residence -- that detail our history." Ashura tugged a small scroll from the comfort of his waistband, tossing it toward his fellow clansman. It was a tattered old thing, but still legible in most places.

"We were such a famous clan before the last few wars," the boy said rather solemnly. "And even after the First Great War of our the new generation, it seems that we were among the few to fully recover. I think that the Uchiha clan could have been the most powerful in all the world."

"But, my father changed all that." Despite the unfortunate occurance, Ashura's voice remained strong. "After the Second Shinobi War, a lot of people turned on the Uchihas. I guess they thought we were all destined to become like him, you know? Even then, we managed to survive -- through the persecutions and bigotry, we're still here."

Gently patting one of the decayed planks of woods upon the wall, he shrugged. "I suppose I can understand why the clan would allow the district to fall to ruins after all we've been through. Maybe they're just afraid? I know I would hate for my friends and distant family to turn on me, like they did them, simply because I possess a kekkei genkai that they do not."

"But," he continued sharply, "If you've got some plan to 'resurrect us', I'm all ears."

[Yoshi]

"I understand -- death is usually more peaceful to be around in such trying times, ya know." Chima closed his eyes. Ashura spoke to him of the clan's past a fact he didn't really know much about surfaced. All of the other uchiha were treated the same as him like -- vile monsters --when they did nothing wrong. Within his mind the sound of a bell went off which was a usual indication of Chima's abilities manifesting. He slowly turned, to face ashura, and showing his sharingan through lidded eyes. It wouldn't be tough to decipher the deep dejected look on his face.

"I plan to show the leaf village the uchiha are more then trustworthy. . . that we are also the most prestigious class within all of Hi No Kuni. The hatred, and bigotry ends here. What your father did. . . wasn't a stain on our history --- just a lesson. It will help us to become much better as individuals. I plan to use all of my mission money to recreate this landmark, and then gather all of the uchiha within all of the lands to this exact location. We must be together as family or doomed to die in this freaking little game created by those adults."

Chimamire spoke with a solemn conviction, and was a bit winded. His body proceeding towards the throne room with each and every word. This had awakened something inside of him. It was a dormant piece of him that felt strongly about the advancements of the uchiha. Chimamire stretched his left hand, running it over the wall along with any door frame he happened to pass by. The feel of it was so cold, damp, and dead but all it did was fuel him on more inside to fix it.

He continued on, without a single glance backwards to Ashura before stopping cold. "I will be your new clan leader. . . can you ever accept following someone weaker then yourself?" With those words he began to walk forward again making his way into the main hall towards the throne. His goal was to sit upon it and gain a feel for his ultimate decision. He wanted this power more then anything else but Ashura was stronger then him by leaps and bounds. If Ashura wanted the throne he would gladly give in to such a thing but to have the boy work under him let him fill a bit of glee inside.

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[King]

It was a rather large leap. Becoming the "leader" of a clan was more than just a title. It meant having the insight and know-how; it meant looking at the world through your peoples' eyes, rather than your own. Could this boy truly do such a thing? What he lacked in power, did he make up for in charisma and spiritual fortitude? Ashura couldn't help but see a piece of himself in that child - how many times had people told him he was destined to become his father? That he would become the second coming of the great calamity?

How many of them had he proved wrong?

"Sure," he complied simply. "Even if I am strong, I don't think that I have what it takes to lead an entire clan. I'm not a fan of having followers, anyway." Ashura laughed at the thought of becoming a leader of so many people. Sure, he probably could do it if he truly put his mind to it. But, that sort of responsibility simply wasn't who he was. The boy was more a free spirit, like the falcons in the sky, than a grounded mountain.

"So, consider me your first official clan member." Besides, if this boy truly held the conviction he said he did, the Uchiha name would be bolstering in no time. And that's something that Ashura wanted to be apart of, no matter how big or small the event became.

Snapping his fingers in revelation, he smiled brightly. "Speaking of money, I have quite a bit lying around. My father and mother left it to my siblings and I when they left us in the care of my aunt and uncle. It's. . . a pretty large amount, too. We aren't using it for anything, so I wouldn't mind donating it to fixing this place up. I'm sure the Hokage wouldn't mind, either; in fact, I bet she'd be willing to higher us some help."

"The quicker we get this place renovated, the sooner you'll be on your throne."

[Yoshi]

Chimamire's heart nearly leaped out of his chest when he heard Ashura say sure to him. It was usually all hot air from Aota to a point he would yammer on about nothing. This time was different, because someone stronger then him had confirmed it. That no matter who you are the ties of family will bind you, and love between blood even if ephemeral meant everything.

" A large sum? Hmm, well isn't this just the clan's luckiest day. Everything that is needed to fix this place up needs to be procured immediately. Which means there needs to be a talk with the latest hokage on such renovations."

Aota didn't like the hokage at all. Her sudden appearance upon the position after the last just disappeared made little sense to him. She was a jounin, but one he had not heard of with any accomplishments under her belt being enough to be seen fit to run the entire village. A small chuckle would resound through his pouting lips. The hypocrisy within his original ego caught up with him now that he was the "Uchiha Clan Leader".

"Hey, Ashura. What was the title of the old uchiha clan leaders? I remember they took up a name, but I haven't been collecting the anchient tomes." This was something he really wanted to know.

For the last one hundred years the uchiha clan has undergone massive changes from it's near-extinction so long ago. They took up the name of the one they called The " Great Savior With Red Armor". His name was scratched out above the throne seemingly by either old age or disrespectful curs. That name was important to him because it would become his newest name from now on.

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[King]

"I'll talk to the Hokage right away," Ashura said cheerfully was Aota seemed fine with the situation as it was. "I'm sure once we get this district restored, we could probably reinstate the Hidden Leaf's police force, as well. I remember reading in the scriptures that our clan was the predominant factor in that organization, namely due to our Sharingan."

Having said what he felt was necessary, the boy then began to stroke his chin in thought. What was the title that the Uchiha leader went by? He'd seen it before, but it was so long ago-- oh, that's right! "Ouja," he said. "The leader of the Uchiha clan called himself Ouja, or the Ouja (lit: King)."

A wide, toothy smile cut itself across Ashura's face. "But, I'm always going to call you little brother."

[Yoshi]

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I had finally reached the summit of my travels. The throne which I had desired was so comfortable against my skin. It would seem not even time could corrode this powerful feeling that the Ouju of the Uchiha would feel. "I will welcome it Ashura. You will always be my Onii - san." A giggle resounded from myself which echoed against the walls. It was funny calling someone who is your younger a brother and alluding to them being the elder.

"I guess tomorrow we begin the revival of the Uchiha"

Relaxing my body seemed to lean into the throne which seemed to contour to my body. I could hear the silence disappear to the sounds of my soul. I loved the sweetness in knowing my path was now the ultimate one. I was the supreme power within the Uchiha -- no within the leaf village now. I knew that I would need to change my cowardice, but it would take some time. I longingly placed my affectionate gaze on the only person left to me -- Ashura. Since the disappearance of my real Nii - san(Atlas) I needed someone to lean on. I just hoped he would let me.
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