Yori had only recently left his home, his village, the land of Fire itself. Konohagakure was once a place he called home and now as he sat in what he thougth was a bed, deep underground, he had time to reflect on how all this came to be....


Yori walked through the one and only, Valley of the End. The struggle of Uchiha vs Senju was a famous story amongst Konohagakure's walls, on how the Shodaime Hokage battled the famous clan leader, Madara Uchiha. Yori felt like Madara would've, alone, cold, desperate and abandoned. Of course he was not as confused as the man, whom was honour by this statue. Yori crossed the bridge, taking his sweet time. He decided there was one place to go where he wouldn't be badgered about his information, and that was the Rice Country, or Land of Rice.

He already heard stories of how, the villagers and shinobi often bickered about the land's name. Regardless, Yori felt he'd fit right in with all the misfits and possible find a decent shinobi. Then he could learn under him and become stronger. Yori wanted to fufill his promise to Hana, and knew he would, no matter how long it took. He had promised, promised to survive against all odds to die at her hands. And strengthening his own resolve, he knew Hana was Konoha's last true hope, unless the hokage's 'Darker Side' was real.

If that was such, Yori wouldn't have a chance to return to Konoha. Being lost in this train of thought, Yori soon found himself among the grand fields of rice, giving the country it's original name. As he looked around, second thoughts emerged from his head. Maybe Amegakure would've been a better hiding spot, he thought, his body cloaked. His left wrist still stung with pain, but it was healing nonetheless.

He eventually found himself sitting down, in a darker tunnel to which had a few torches. Perhaps it was one of the hundreds of underground bases dotting the country from it's Otogakure Age. But Yori, he agreed with it, and grabbed the torch...


And now, as Yori thought about his recent days, he decided after his arm healed, his training had only begun, and the hard work would only increase. Yori was prepared for it, and he would face it with his new eyes.

Yori's glare was apon Hana. He didn't know why but her body seemed immobile. Did he use Genjutsu? He had no clue, however he could only watch as he himself battled Hana. It was very strange to watch, seeing himself beat Hana down with Genjutsu. His own eyes were menacing, shaded red and black. However right when it seemed he would end her life, she rose and killed him......

Yori awoke, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He was tired and looked around as he sat up. It was strange he didn't remember falling to sleep. It was almost hyponotizing, the dream he experienced. He had no control over his own actions until he 'died'. It was a strange sensation he never ever wanted to feel again. It was hardly traumatic since he realised it was merely a dream.

However Yori got up. Even if I stay here, I'll still need food, water, and medical supplies from the vllage nearby, maybe they'll be kind enough to me, he thought as he placed his cloak over his body. He actovated his Sharingan as he exited the room, feeling off just slightly. I guess this dream just has me on edge, he thought as he walked through the quiet and empty corridor.

His simple skills in sensory weren't great, but he wasn't picking anything up so he calmed down. If someone had've been following me, I would've sensed them, he thought as he emerged from the underground base. "I'm sure hiding out in the Fire Country could've been easier, I've heard rumours about abandonded Uchiha compounds scattered about.", he said as he squinted at the bright sun.

He started walking. I'll try the village first, if not I'll have to provide for myself, he thought as he left the forest-like area and into a more grassy plain, followed by grand fields full of nothing but rice. It's so bland for my taste, but it's found nonetheless, it simply needs spices, he thought as he looked across a field to his right and saw several farmers working the land.

Yori smirked. "Teamwork is what the villagers have.", he said before continuing.

As Yori stood inside what appeared to be some sort of tavern, his red eyes vanished. Low on chakra, Yori knew he had to avoid getting into confilct, so the dull, black eyes avoided any contact with anyone besides a waitress. He sat down alone in a booth, keeping his black cloak on. He'd soon have to change his attire to hide his Uchiha descendancy, as he knew that the Sharingan was powerful.

As the waitress took his order, and brought him water, he drank quickly, along with paying quickly. Anything to get out quickly. He had also rushed back to the hideout he obtained and was pleased to find it empty.

"I'm glad I found quiet refuge in the Rice Field Country.", Yori said, as he found a new set of clothing. This clothing was unlike Yori's regular clothing. Keeping his black ninja pants, he found a fishnet top, two metal cuffs, and a black, high collar, cloak that ran down to his ankle's. Standing in a fishnet top, he put a cuff on both of his wrists, and put his old necklace back on. He then put the black high collar cloak over his body to top it off.

"This looks good enough, at least for now.", he said, looking in a mirrior. He ran a hand through his dull black hair that match his eyes. He felt judgemental about konoha, although recently leaving it, it was quite strange to not be in it. He longed to return, to see the death of the Hokage at Hana's hands. He knew however how the Hokage ruled, there was sure to be those who opposed him. Yori was one of them.

He returned to the large bed, to drift off. He layed himself down, calm and emotionless as he found himself awake. He had found an interesting diary detailing the accounts that happened at this 'compound', and Yori decided to read it since he couldn' fall into a slumber.

Leon coughed, waving his hand in front of his face as the box he had just pulled down from the shelf caused a massive amount of dust to fly throughout the entire room. Looking at the inscription on the box, he sighed and threw the box onto a pile of other boxes he had pulled off the other shelves in the room. Not what he was looking for, and nowhere near something he wanted to try and open after… if he remembered correctly, one hundred and seventy years of desolation and abandonment. Seriously, there was no way that ‘eye of newt’ would last even fifty years.

Heading out of the one room, Leon began walking down the corridor again, and blinked slowly. He recognized this base, this entire set up. It was from ages ago…he thought he had destroyed the entire base on that last mission, but apparently the explosion didn’t get as far throughout the base as he wished.

Just inside the metal door that signified the entrance to the research facility, Leon was huddled in a corner, waiting to see who, if anyone, would respond to the now dying alarm that was set off outside. That had been a close encounter, and had Leon messed up in any way, shape, or form, he would not be in the base right now. Wincing as he rotated his right arm, Leon held in a gasp of pain as he felt the scab tear open again. He had been careless and now this was what he had to deal with.

Leon shook his head and cleared the flashbacks from his head. That was a different life, a different time period. One more so oriented in peace than conflict like this time and age. It was very, very different now, as was Leon. Back then he had it all; rank, power, influence, money, everything. Now… now because of this ability, this curse, he had almost nothing. But that was ok with him, this was a more free lifestyle compared to back then.

Stretching and shrugging, Leon headed through the tunnels towards the exit, when a slight noise and chakra fluctuation caught his attention in the room off to the side. He had been in that room earlier and had seen it being slightly cleaned up, but he hadn’t thought anything of that at all. Might as well go see who was in there.

As Leon slowly opened the door to the room, he saw a young male trying on new clothes. Confused, Leon watched for a second trying to figure out why this shinobi would be here, but that train off thought went out of the window when he realized he was bored. Shrugging, he flipped through a few hand seals and waited for his cheeks to puff out slightly before throwing his head back and spitting a giant water bullet at the young shinobi. This was pretty much be a test, see if Leon would just kill him or keep him. Maybe George would like a disciple or something, he seemed somewhat sane and able to keep an apprentice alive longer than a couple days.

He could barely feel it with his sensory skills. Turning his head slightly, his now red eyes caught a water bullet. He ducked, and rolled off the bed. Was this the Konoha Anbu? Or perhaps Hana formed a squad to retrive him. However, his minor sensory skills could at least tell him there was one powerful person. He couldn't measure the exact chakra level, so Yori stayed down. He winced in pain as the water bullet hand caught his left arm. It was in more pain then, from when he fought Hana.

Dammit....I guess ninjutsu it out of the question if I need to defend myself, he thought. He started to rise from his current position, and stood up. He had the cloak on, undamaged as it was, was able to hide the damage his arm took. He slide his left arm in between the buttons to makeshift a sling. He then revealed himself to who ever it was, that attacked him.

The red eyes gazed at such a man, if that's what this was. He looks so young.....but then again looks can be a bit decieving, he thought as he looked apon him. Yori didn't truelly know how to respond, but he surely didnt' attack. With his arm, he couldn't truelly form and handseals to use ninjutsu. He stood there looking at him with red eyes.

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