Wandering? [tag Akira]

[Uzumaki Naruto]

I am a question to the world...

Bright blue occules narrowed as the blonde demon vessel continued to walk softly across the path. Of course, he looked pretty conspicuous because of the hidden leaf village sign on his headband, but he really didn't care. Naruto really wasn't trying to cause any harm, but a little exploration of the semi evil village could never hurt, right?

Not an answer to the earth...

His head was lowered and he counted the steps he took. His blonde hair flew backwards as a strong gale of winter wind blew at him. He squinted his eyes, his cheeks red from the wind's bite. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, lowering his head further to keep the wind's force away from his face.

They don't know me...

He paused in midstep. Someone was coming up from behind him. He really didn't like the sound of the deliberate footfalls behind, and the chakra flow was really pretty strong. Almost as if it was surpressed...Naruto's eyes narrowed and he stood stark still, making sure that nobody was trying to follow him.

[Akira Nakano]

And who was that strange blonde-haired boy with the odd symbol on his headband? From up a tree, Akira observed him, his gray eyes happily widened and his large mouth opened to say a friendly Hello-- but suddenly, the 15 years old's face seemed to change; he covered his mouth with his pale hand to keep a sound from coming out. Strange symbol in headband... blonde spiky hair... orange clothes...? No, that couldn't be. Akira stared at him, dumbstruck, his slow mind finally placing the strings of information together.

NARUTO! All kind of alerts were flashing in the boy's mind now, his worst enemy had just felt like walking into his village as if it was his. Now, this didn't make sense, and apparently unable to comprehend the situation, Akira did the one thing a ninja should never do-- he started laughing maniacally. He covered his mouth with his other hand, in order to muffle the laughter he couldn't stop, which wasn't a very smart action, as he quickly after lost his balance, started flapping his arms like a mad penguin, and then fell down from the gothic gray branch he had been perched.

One would've expected him to fall face-down on the floor and to make the noise of one thousand elephants stampeding over a band of musicians, but no, the descendant of Orochimaru landed masterfully on his two legs, making no more sound than that of a slightly loud step. He wasn't as useless, he wasn't as stupid as others thought him to be... he would show them... they would all see. He was a worthier ninja than many would ever be... -- or so he believed, at least. Still, there was this little something in the back of his head... this something that challenged him, that told him "prove it". And so he would do. He would kill this famous Naruto and prove the world he was no more than just a regular boy... while he, while he was going to be the best ninja there ever was.

He disappeared in the shadow of an abandoned house, stealthily trying to sneak in front of Naruto, the opposite of the normal thing a Ninja does before the attack. Ah, but Akira wasn't planning to attack; in fact, he wasn't quite sure of what he was doing! He didn't know if to believe this was really that Naruto everyone spoke of, or if this was an illusion, some kind of trick. He felt curious, yet this was this something inside him commanding him to attack... this strange craving for other's suffering that sometimes wouldn't leave him alone; but this feeling had never been as strong as it was now.

He suddenly stepped out of the shadows, coming out in front of the yellow-haired lad. Argh! That feeling, that feeling again... it burned him like hot oil when he stared at the youth. He wanted to kill, and this showed as a dangerous glow on his eye; yet he didn't move, his pale hands were on his pockets, and his long and tall body looked relatively relaxed. Ok, why the hell had the decided to step out of the shadows??! He, himself didn't know it; he just did. Akira often did things just for doing them... without knowing the why. From being the hunter, Akira was started to feel like he was the one being hunted now. His bright red scarf, the only cloth of a color other than black he ever wore, was waving in the wind like the tail of a snake while he just stood there and stared at Naruto. His pale face looked confused, scared even, but these narrow eyes... they like didn't fit in there at all; they were so full of hatred, so insecure; they didn't appear to belong to a human being.

"Why are you in my village?" Was all he said, his voice hauntingly devoid of feeling. It was not sarcastic, it was not cold, it was not dripping with venom. It was just... honest, the last thing you'd expect to hear from a ninja that came from a village like this one.

[Uzumaki Naruto]

And I'm not afraid...

The chakra was stronger now, making the blond boy pause again. His blue eyes darted around and his hand traveled to the pouch on his thigh that held his katanas. Flipping it open without eving a second glance at it, he drew the weapon with dexterity, sapphire hues narrowing dangerously. The house was seen from the corner of his eye. This could easily be a hiding place for any ninja willing to attack, especially one of the Sound. They would probably want to ask him questions, and that was just as dangerous in of itself as a fight.

And what d'ya think you'd ever say...

Movement came from the house, and Naruto immediately threw a katana into the general area, its whiz whistling through the air. He jumped backward, using chakra to make the jump higher than normal. He landed softly on a nearby tree, the same tree the boy was roosting in only moments before. Eyes peered out from the shadows of the leaves, his breathing light and quiet. The boy...his red scarf blew in the wind behind him, and his pale face contrasted with the black of the rest of his outfit.

I won't listen anyway...

But what scared Naruto the most were his eyes. Yellow, snakelike...Orochimaru. It sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed thickly and suddenly jumped from the branch, right in front of the pale kid. He stared coldly into the yellow eyes and narrowed his own. "I was just looking around," he said, his voice strangely darker than normal, which was very odd for a boy as bright and happy as he normally was. "I won't cause any trouble," he added. Well, the boy hadn't attacked him at all, why should he? After all, just because the kid was from the Sound village and looked so much like the snakelike man that prowled the streets just two years ago didn't mean he needed to jump to conclusions...

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[Akira Nakano]

When the blonde boy suddenly landed in front of him, Akira's heart jumped in fright; he wanted to get away from there, but his body wouldn't obey him. Part of him wanted to run, but part of him wanted to stay and fight; the strongest part wanted to fight, and so the practically harmless Akira Nakano part was defeated, letting Orochimaru's son take control...

"I won't cause any trouble." Akira's vertical pupils shot to the katana buried on the tree, which was still moving because of the force it was thrown with, then back at Naruto's face. His naturally narrow eyes, too, narrowed further to almost slits, fixing on Naruto's blue ones defiantly. He wouldn't step back one inch. If the youth willed to continue with his "looking around without causing any trouble, yet not without throwing a few katanas around", he would have to go through him first.

There was no need for any words to communicate Naruto that he wasn't believing in his lame excuses. He wanted him out of his village. Now.

The wind occasionally made his red scarf wave like the tail of a viper willing to distract a foe's attention from its head, but how could one be distracted from these unusual yellow eyes? His face had changed now, only bitter cold and hatred remained where fear or any other feeling had once stood. His stance hadn't changed; his hands remained on his pockets, as he simply waited there, defiantly, before the older ninja who easily towered over him. Still, there was this strange tension in the air...

That feeling... it was driving him mad. It was as if all the repressed anger he had ever felt in his life was now struggling for control, all at the same time. But Orochimaru's son wouldn't let them. He wouldn't attack him. It was up for Naruto to make the first move; move for which Akira was more than ready...

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