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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.

This was the stupidest note he had ever received in his life. Someone had sent a piece of parchment to his address saying that all that he would ever need was in Kaze. That " his love " wanted to give a very special present of doom to him. And finding that there was no better way to piss off his Hokage other then skipping out on the village altogether to get this "present".

Aota held his usual melancholy attitude once within the boundaries of Kaze no Kuni. This was leisure time getting away from the village, and his Hokage kohana. He hated her with a passion unknown to everyone around him. He found her to be a lifeless warmongering whore of a woman. The winds picked up all of a sudden send a tidal wave of winds directly for his small frame. It wasn't enough to sweep him off his feet for long, tumbling a few meters backwards before hearing it.

" What in the H. . H. . HELL!!! " Aota's voice quivered, as his eye's locked onto what created the horrid gust.

Approximately thirty meters out of reach there it was -- A monster he had never seen or heard of before. Fear permeated his entire body, almost paralyzing his very movements. He could barely see it -- but nothing resided within the creature's frame but flames which seemed to distort the very area. The distance was the only thing keeping Aota from literally melting down and losing his mind.

His mind raced with thoughts of what to do but nothing came to him other then making sure the damned thing didn't see him, and maybe sick someone else on it. Chimamire wasn't a hero, and his fear was not of the monster itself but the fact he was so weak triumphing against such a monster would be near impossible.

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.

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?

• The Fanning Of The Uchiwa ~ Chimamire & Ashura.
  
• Take Two!; ~ Chimamire, Ji.
  
• Thy Enemy~ Chimamire & Shinobi Forces. [ Nibi Event]
  
• Fast Tracked!;~ Chimamire, Koga|Tetsuya, Hikaru.

Suiun Suishi no Jutsu (Water Transport Dispatch Formation Technique)