Leaf Ninja RP CLOSED

Shikamaru wandered around Konoha looking for Chouji but couldn't seem to find him anywhere. Shikamaru sighed and scratched his head. "Looking for people is troublesome..." Shikamaru resumed walking, he was tiered from all the missions he'd been getting latley. Without realizing he was doing it Shikamaru walked into the hot springs. He looked up and realized where he'd wandered too. He decided since he was here he might as well go soak in the hot spring and maybe look at the clouds while he was in there. He got ready and walked into the hot springs. When he entered he saw there Garra, Lee, Chouji, Kiba and Kankuro. He was mostly surprised to see Garra there. He didn't think people from deserts would be interested in hot springs.
"Yo." Was the greeting Shikamaru gave them all.

((Tag Anyone at the Hot Springs))

Tired and ultimately bored after her mission, Sakura was making her way down the hall to the women's side of the hot spring. Her towel wrapped around her was at a fairly normal size, as there was no chance in hell running into Sasuke here, but still a bit on the small side, just because there was a chance of running into Ino [not like in an inoxsaku way people. like teenage girl competitive way.]. Yawning, she turned, feeling the humid air from the springs.

"Ohayo--" She opened her eyes and let out a bloodcurdling scream. There in her path was a BOY--and not just ANY boy...It was Gaara. Her last memory of him flashed in her mind:



WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?!.. She looked frantically at the sand nin.

((tags anyone besides Gaara, I want more people to react to his presence first.))

As far as he knew, everyone else who'd participated in the Akatsuki Spying Mission was taking a break, resting after such a hard mission. Not Akema Daaku, he'd failed his teammates, he'd failed himself, and worst of all, he failed his family and Village.

Shortly after returning to Konoha, Daaku had gotten a letter in the mail from Amegakure. It wasn't directly addressed to him, but it concerned him. From all that he'd heard, his home village thought he was dead, since he hadn't reported to them in several weeks, so they wrote him off, without even so much as an ANBU investigation. To the Hidden Village of Rain, Akema Daaku was not only dead and buried, but he didn't exist any more....

"I can't believe it....I do everything short of give my life for them, and they write me off..."

Daaku looked at the sky, not much was visible, as the sy over his head was blanketed with the wings and beaks of the dozens of Crows he'd summoned. He was trying to push himself, but he couldn't concentrate, what with the news of his apparent death weight heavily on his mind. He clasped his hands together, and called out a technique...randomly chosen from those he knew...

"Suiton: Suijinheki!!!!!!"

Daaku blew a strong, large jet of water from his mouth. It reached the edge of the clearing he was in, and was pushed all around him by the flock of black birds he'd summoned. He kicked his way through the water, using it as a Taijutsu training tool as he fought his way through the self-imposed current of water.

Daaku reaches the center of the water-vortex he's created, and sits on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably....

"What am I supposed to do now? I'm not even a missing-nin, in my village's eyes. What can I do?"

The water vortex calms down just enough to allow someone through, which Daaku notices. He tries to pull himself together enough to welcome whoever it is that's decided to barge in on his training...

((TAG's Anyone!!!))

"Obito, Kakashi, can you see where they went? I can't see them, but maybe one of you can pick up their chakra....."

He heard Daaku say while searching the grounds for any trace of Sasori and Kisame. Obito, however, had no intention of following any orders a foreign Shinobi barked at him.

It was somewhat rude, the way Obito slowly turned his back on Daaku, walking away from Rin, and ignoring Kakashi. He didn't seem to care. All emotion was drained from him in those few moments where Itachi proved his strength. It didn't bother him that his cousin was better, that he had more power with the sharingan that he could ever dream of. In fact, if Itachi had been a better man, Obito would have been proud of him. No, it was the fact that Itachi turned his back on his village, he threatned the people here, and Obito's friends. Worst of all, Itachi betrayed the Uchiha family.

And there is not one damn thing I can do about it.... He thought this, shoving his hands into his pockets walking away from everyone, leaving them standing there. They could search for Akatsuki on their own, Obito decided that he had not the power to mess with such an orginization.

But what can I do now? ..... He gazed up at the sky, ignoring the voices of his friends calling out to him. He was very disapointed in himself. He was overconfident, too sure of himself, forgetting that Itachi was a full fledged ninja at such a young age, the same age when Obito was still learning in the Academy.

I guess all I can do now, is do my best to protect konoha from any attack. I can't chase after them, it wouldn't do any good.

Reaching his home in the deserted Uchiha district, Obito sat down on the dust covered floor, looking around his house. There were still boxes everywhere, the belongings of his family. Some things were clean though, a reminder of the day Rin spent the afternoon with him just cleaning. She was so sweet that day, it brought a smile to his lips.

Worst of all, I couldn't protect her.... He stood, moving to the window, looking out at the night sky. Do I really belong here? Or was I supposed to die under that rock? Is this why I empty, when I am alone? But I feel so alive when I am with Kakashi, or Rin, even Sensei.

He sighed, moving across the floor pulling out a futon he kept wrapped up in the corner. He wasn't going to impose on Kakashi tonight, he'd stay the night in his own home.

For the next three days Obito stayed in his home, cleaning and reflecting on his past mistakes. When someone came to the door, knocking, he would take refuge in one of the upstairs bedrooms. During the early morning's he would slip out to the market to buy something to eat. It wasnt much though, so always by the end of the day he was starving.

On this third day of seclusion, he had just settled down for lunch. A large bowl of jasmine rice and a steaming cup of green tea. It wasnt much, but he had a lot more work to do on his home that he expected. Somehow, he was beginning to feel a little better, as the days passed, now that his home was looking more like a real house.

He had uncovered the furniture, beat the dust out of the beds and washed all the linens. Curtains were hung up (albeit sloppily), floors were vaccumed, front poach was swept. Now, only a couple of rooms needed new coats of paint, as well as the outside of the house.

It was kind of lonely,being the only inhabitant of the district (though, he was sure he saw a small fella with spiky black hair wanding through this area a couple of times) but he made due. His time alone proved to be benifical. Things were starting to look up again. Or maybe it was because he didnt have to look at the disapointed eyes of his friends and fellow shinobi.

Yawning, he began his meal, chowing down! He really needed the energy to get up on the roof today and seal up a couple of holes!

(Wow, wasn;t expecting to go this far with the post. but anyway. Rin, Kakashi or Kiiro can post. If Tsunade wants she can too :D)

Kiiro walked the streets of Konoha silently. He and the rest of the Daikachiki Rescue Mission team had just returned to Konoha, and now Kiiro knew that he had something he needed to do with his "quiet" time; It was time to meet his son.

"According to Tsunade-hime, Naruto likes to go to Ichiraku Ramen in the evenings, and eat supper....maybe I should try there first..."

He wound his way through the streets of Konoha, until he found the small ramen shop. Peeking his head inside of the curtain, Kiiro found his quarry, Naruto was sitting on a stool, busily slurping up a big bowl of Miso Ramen. Kiiro cleared his throat, and shakily spoke...

"I-Is this s-seat taken?" He gestured to the stool next to Naruto.

((I tag Naruto-kun!!!))

Gaara carefully divided the ointment that Rin had given him. After seperating from Hyuuga Neji-san at the Konoha Hospital, Gaara had obtained a small ointment jar from one of the nurses, explaining that he was going to use the ointment he'd obtained not on himself, but the two who'd been injured during his training. Namely; Inuzuka Kiba, and his own brother, Suna no Kankuro.

It was painstaking work, making sure that there were equal amounts of the precious ointment in both jars, and making sure that the lids were on tight enough, to prevent them from leaking while he sought out their recipients.

I only hope that this gesture will repair the damage that I have done to my two comrades, both emotionally, and physically... Gaara thought to himself as he wandered through the streets of Konoha. He'd already left one of the ointment jars at the Suna apartment, a note attached telling Kankuro that he was sorry, and that he hadn't meant for their training session to go that far.

Now Gaara was searching for the Inuzuka residence. He hadn't had any luck, and any time he asked for directions, no matter how politely, people would point at him and run. One would think, that with the amount of time I've spent here, and with all that's happened since then, that these people would be a bit more forgiving of me. I didn't do what I did of my own will, and I've been trying my hardest to be a better person...

Gaara's thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he bumped into someone who looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen them...

((TAG's Anyone!!!!!))

Rin stood in deep thought on the giant frog, her thoughts interupted by the need to balance every few minutes when Gamabunta would take an extra large step.

This Itachi has the same Sharingan eyes as Obito-san and Kakashi-san...meaning if I use any jutsu he can instantly copy it and use it against us. Kiiro-sama said he had amazingly strong genjutsu and ninjutsu..something about blind combat...so I need to use blind taijutsu against him? I'd really rather not use that unless I have to...

Well aware of the fact that the last bit was confusing her, she turned to her teammates. "Kiiro-sama, you mentioned something about a certain tecnique of his sharingan that could only be countered with either blind combat or another set of sharingan eyes....could someone elaborate on that for me?"

((I kinda realized that no one told Rin not to look at his eyes. I'd really rather not pull Rin through some awful genjutsu illusion the whole thread, unless you guys paticularly want to do that. ^^;; tags Obito, Kakashi, and Kiiro.))

Kankuro and Kiba sat on Kiba's roof peering down into the Hot Springs just inside Konoha. The view was perfect and they were passing a spyglass between the two of them....

"Yeah, I recognize a few of them. That's the ramen lady there, and I think the one that just walked in is Ten-ten. It's hard for me to tell when her hair is down. She always keeps it up in those buns, but I think it's her."

*tags Kankuro*

((anyone that is there, or wants to be there, just respond in this thread ^_^))

(I'm kind of lost with the thread concerning Obito, Kiiro, Tsunade, Kakashi and Rin.)( Read more...Collapse )(pardon my spelling, grammar and punctuation. I haven't written anything in a long long time, then again, I sucked before , erh..NAYWAY)

Early evening. It was one of the most peaceful times of the day according to Uchiha Obito. It was when families gathered around their little table to eat dinner and discuss the events of the day. It was when the crickets began to chirp; when finally a light breeze would cool down the hot air, and probably one of the most loneliest of times.

Ever since that day... since Rin and Kakashi left him (believing him to be dead.) Since then, the evenings were so cold for Obito. Akatsuki were never his realy family, though he was brainwashed for a time to believe so.

All he had were his memories and the crickets to keep him company.

But, it was diffrent now wasn't it? Or at least it was supposed to be diffrent. Kakashi was here all along, and Rin and Sensei are alive and safe. So....why did he still feel this void, like something was still missing?

He thought all this as he approached a once busy district and now dead part of the city where the Uchiha crest could be seen painted on almost every shop, door and sign. Even on the back of his shirt he wore the Crest proudly, though he was sure no one cared much about his family anymore.

His family home sat just ahead, just after the center of the mini Uchiha town. His branch of the Uchiha family were well known, they dealt a lot with the family politics, the police department, among other important Uchiha issues.

The Uchiha, like the Hyuuga, were a very proud bunch. They liked to deal with their own issues, most didn't like interfearance from other residents of Konoha. They were a strict clan, and had no use for failure. It was all or nothing, and naturally that was how Obito's father raised his children. He ran his house with an iron fist, and expected nothing but the best from his children.

Pushing the door open, the young man sighed. He was no longer twelve years old, but at twentysix he felt that he somehow wasted his life.

"Otosan..." Pale hands slid along the door, finger tips coming away with years and years of dust. He simply looked at his hands, brushing his thumb over his fingers to remove the dust.

His father once told him that he was a failure at his very spot. Obito had come home from training with a black eye, and a busted lip. Yet another fight with the genius Hatake Kakashi, and again, like always, Obito lost. Beaten and bruised he stood there, with a lowered head while his father scolded him, in front of his mother, and siblings. In the end, father told him to get out. That night Obito spent in a tree, near Rin's family home.

He was too stubborn to go to Sensei to ask for a place to stay. Most people knew how strict the Uchiha could be on their offspring, although they felt it may have been a little too much, nobody had the right, really, to go against a clan that had been in Konoha for as long as they Uchiha. Obito knew Kiiro would have helped him out, he knew Rin would too (though he was much too embarassed to ask her for help) Kakashi, well, Kakashi could have just gone to hell, for all Obito cared back then.

"Maaah..." He shook his head, trying to clear out all the memories this place brought to him. He had to get ready for his mission and find some type of gear in this old house.

Since returning, Obito had not the chance to clean the family home. Most things were left as they were 6 years ago (I think it was 6) There were cobwebs everywhere, dust and dirt. One of the windows were broken, and it looked like a family of squirrels had made the attic their home. There was mouse droppings everywhere, which really grossed Obito out for some reason, and mildew on some of the walls.

No, he wasn't sleeping in the house yet. He spent the nights at Kakashi's apartment. Yeesh, Obito's old family house had more furniture than Kakashi's place did!

Digging though boxes, which were in the living room, and Kami-sama knows why...Obito found some useful things. Kunai, Shuriken, a jounin flak jacket...

"Hn?" Obito held the green vest up to get a closer look at it. just on the inside, near the zipper at the bottom there was a name. Squinting, he flipped it open to see the name of his little sister on the jounin jacket. Shocked, he threw the jacket down into the box. Wide eyed, he looked to his trembling hands.

"She...she was a jounin..." It was starting to hit him now that his siblings did grow up during those years where everyone thought he was dead. As bratty and annoying as his brother and sister were, they had really grown up, and became ninja themselves. Images flashed though his head. Did she have a boyfriend? Did his brother properly interrogate him like he would? Did they have a good sensei? Did they look out for each other? .... Did...did they fight until the very end?

(Guh, I'm dramatic! whooo haa, Umm. I tag Rin heeeee))

*I dont konw were Sasori is soTetsuya will start something! ^_^ and if you dont mind she will keep calling you Daaka as a pun. I started a new post because our got shoved down quite a bit lol... OMG THERES A CAT IN MY ROOM!! Sry. -_-"*

Tetsuya breathed a sigh of relieve when Itachi left her behind as Kisame and him headed toward the newcomer.
Tetsuya had noticed one of Daaka's crows now she looked up to scan the air and a pang of panic reached inside of her chest when she saw it was gone.

Daikachiki clutched the pendant Tsunade had given her, 'I wonder if Itachi would notice me using this...*sighs annoyed* I seriously doubt it. Just calm down Daikachiki someone will be here soon, those bastards wont get their hands on that Obito guy if its the last thing we do!'

Tetsuya's Negative side: Oh Please! You haven't even met the boy! Ditch the Three Stooges and get out of here!
Tetsuya's Positive side: NO No!! I have to do this, sure I dont know him but...hmm...well I could just...NO! Bad Daikachiki BAD!

*Kisame glances over at Tetsuya with a puzzled look 'What a nut...' -_-" Tags Itachi Kisame and Sasori and any other people involed in the Itachi Mission! *