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"Well, originally..."

Wave's words hung in the air as he shifted his vision from the boy to the ground. He was having doubts that the young boy would be able to understand the idiotic politics that had lead up to his relocation to Kusagakure. However, the boy had already proven to be quite astute for his age, which Wave guessed was a bit before adolescence. Thoughts of Konoha's betrayal filled Wave's mind as he tried to sew the events together in a simplistic enough way that Rukei could understand it. Finally, after giving up on simplifying his past, Wave leaned against a tree that stood a few feet from him and spoke:

"Originally I lived in Konoha, but through some tragic events I ended up being captured due to my heritage. Kusagakure where the only one's who came to my rescue, and ever since then I have been a shinobi of the grass."

Wave would let the word's sink in before looking back towards his younger kinsmen. How much of the world had he seen that he could relate to Wave? How could someone so young choose such a restless path. Perhaps Rukei should have stayed in the academy for a bit longer instead of rushing into a world filled with nightmare's not even the most feverish mind could imagine.

                    ”Good luck – but it sounds as if you’re planning on running me out of a job.” 


A cold chill washed over Wave after hearing that one sentence.

Out of a job, what does she mean by.... aw shit.

There were two things that got around in the slums of Kusagakure: money, and rumors, and there were plenty of juicy rumors about the woman Wave had now identified as the Kusakage. Wave is not too big on politics. In fact, if they did not concern him directly they really weren't worth knowing about. However, the story of how the village's own Kage had condemned her own village by sleeping with the devil (quite literally of course) had always drawn Wave's intrigue. He could never really wrap his head around why this "Kouketsu Uchiha" was such a terrible person. While he knew that the utterance of that name was enough to strike fear into many shinobi, Wave could not personally make the attachment between the man and his legend. Now looking at the woman for the first time with new eyes, or rather through his Byakugan, he saw all he needed to confirm the rumors... a small body nestled within the Kusakage's own...a baby. As the Shodaime finished her words a sudden guilt fell over Wave.

"I... I had no idea you were the Kusakage! Forgive me! It's just that I had never seen you in person and I only ever received missions through the Atrium attendants! Had I known it was you I... I don't know... Wouldn't have said something so foolish."   

It was true. The boy had spoken so fool-hardly about replacing the Kusakage in front of her. He couldn't imagine anything more brazen then that. Surely she would think him a fool. But Wave's ambitions did not come from arrogance, but for his sheer love  of the village. The young boy truly believed that by becoming the Kusakage he could defend the village that took him in when his own family abandoned him. Flashes of Wave's pass echoed in his head as he remembered his father's words, written in the last letter Wave would receive from them:

"A boy like you... a Kage... how foolish. Stay where you are, a boy like you is not welcomed in this clan, nor this village."

Wave's hands trembled slightly at the thought of his father, and it only amplified his disbelief in the rumors he has heard. How can a woman who has given herself completely to her village be the traitor they claim her to be? Furthermore, how could they condemn the child because of his father's wrong doing? If there was ever any piece of wisdom within the boy, it was that the Son does not always follow the Father.

"Forgive me if I speak out of term, but know in my eyes you are not a traitor. I have spent most of my time here striving to become like you, so I could protect the village that had protected me, I did not mean to replace you. 

Also, I have no idea who this Kouketsu guy is, but I have heard some truly terrible things, but this is was your own decision, and I firmly believe you wouldn't condemn the village you love so much. It's just the opinion of one shinobi but.. well... I just wanted to say.."

Once again guided by his seemingly endless wanderlust, Wave found himself pulled into the deeper forested regions of Kusagakure. Thick bushes and tall tree only complemented the extremely tall grass beneath him, and the cool wind and warm tropic air mixed perfectly with every breeze. The land had been hit with numerous showers recently so it was only fitting that their was a certain moist dew hanging on the surrounding plant life. Wave would not here his own slushy footsteps as he trudged through the thickets nodding his head to one of his favorite tracks that echoed through his headphones. Unbeknownst to Wave there was another boy also present in the forest. A young white-haired soul who seemed to be practicing the essentials of being a shinobi, which only emphasized the fact that he had not been a Genin as long as Wave had. If things had continued normally wave would have walked past the boy without paying him any mind, but the continuous thud of the boys kunai hitting the tree was enough to distort Wave's groove and draw his attention. In one solid motion Wave turned to the boy who had just landed, and began to take notice to his throwing technique. It was sloppy no doubt, but the boy steadily improved with every toss. It seems he had ambition, a trait Wave highly respected. When the boy had finished retrieving the kunai and sat underneath the tree, Wave spoke:

"Not bad... Not bad at all. But, if you don't flick your wrist more you will never get it to pick up the right amount of speed."

 No doubt Wave's presence would startle the boy, but he had no time to sit and converse. Wave could give this boy advice all day, but a demonstration might be further appreciated. So, with a fluid motion Wave retrieved 2 kunai from the pack around his waist and flung it into the tree just above where the boy would be sitting. Both kunai would hit the dead center of the tree with one just above the other, and the lowest just a foot above the boys head.

"Like that."

I could feel a mild disturbance in the air, nothing dramatic, but there was indeed a sudden shift in the serenity of the flower bed around me. The inviting fragrance of the ground below me was now mixed with a unique womanly scent. Wave laid still as he sharpened his senses and focused more on the warm sensual smell that stood above the scent of dew and perfume that surrounded him. 

This smell, so inviting, and motherly. I don't think I've smelled a flower quite like this, but's its so damn soothing.

Instead of reacting to this new presence like a good shinobi would, Wave instead decided to bask in it. Whoever approached was surely not a threat, not with this warm aura surrounding them. No, this faint feeling belonged to one who knew love, not blood, or at least, that's what Wave would think. He would have no clue that the one approaching  him had indeed seen more battle and hardships than the rugged Hyuuga himself. The one who stood above him now was a shinobi who had gained the title Wave so desperately wished for, the one who placed there hands on his shoulder now would be none other than the Kusakage herself.

As Wave's eyes opened, a wide shock would be sent through his body as a beautiful woman leaned over him. Her face seemed familiar, but the dazzling view of her golden locks of hair were more than enough to distract him from identifying her. She seemed to speak, and as her lips began to move Wave ceased the booming music coming from his headphones.

                                          "...Are you alright?"

             

"Uh!!!... uhm I'm fine.. I just got wrapped up in the moment ya' know."

Wave motioned towards the scenery around them. He was right, this place was truly beautiful. Whoever the caretaker's  were it was easy to see that they put alot of time and precious work into these gardens. The long expanse of different colors and mixing aromas were enough to calm a heart even as restless as Wave's.  The young  Hyuuga felt silly for sitting here while the woman, who was clearly physically burdened, leaned over him. As the boy stood he swiped up a quick make-shift bundle of flowers and nervously offered it to the goddess before him.

       

"My name is Satoshi Hyuuga, but please, call me Wave. I abandoned my surname a long time ago."

Its seemed the boy still had no idea who he was talking to.

"I'm finished with this one. Do I get a job well done?"

Wave's foot tapped impatiently as he waited for his payment, he had bigger things to do elsewhere, perhaps he would take time out to indulge the clerk in chit chat later, but right now there was an urgent matter at hand that succeeded payment for a mission. 


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