𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑪𝒀𝑶𝑵 𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑵 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

an illusion ~ Age 15

AN: Speedrun master I am.

In the wake of his fifteenth year, Aizen was promoted to a Jounin.

It was a sudden and unexpected event, and it was over in the blink of an eye. Minato was sparse with his words, not saying anything other than what was needed, addressing him as a shinobi and as nothing else.

As no one else.

That was what he wanted, right? To sever every bond between them, so there was nothing left, nothing that wound prove they had even been something to one another. The only thing that remained was how they looked.

Aizen could do nothing about that.

_

His first mission as a Jounin was an escort mission.

As easy as that sounded, it was not. He and two other Jounin shinobi were tasked with guarding an...important person. That was all they were told about said person. There was no name, no surname, no reason for guarding, nothing.

The only thing they knew was their gender, how they looked, and what hotel they were staying at.

"A woman, mid twenties, brown hair and black eyes," The squad leader, Atomu, explained. He wasn't looking at them as they jumped from tree to tree. They were a few miles away from the town where the woman was. "No other information was given."

Atomu. Aizen had merely caught glances of him before. A man in his mid thirties, with evident crinkles at the corners of his eyes and a light limp. His right leg, he didn't put much weight onto it, choosing to use his left instead. It wasn't that visible, and that told Aizen that the injury he had sustained happened a long time ago, and that gave him time to get used to it. He carried a kusarigama. He looked bland, with no eye-catching features. Brown hair, brown eyes.

The other Jounin, Setsuna, was quiet since they left Konoha. Aizen couldn't recall seeing him before. There was only a brief introduction. Long, dark hair tied up into a ponytail, and grey eyes that were almost black. He was tall and pale, and didn't look a day over twenty. Young, yet older than Aizen. His footsteps were silent, and the sheathed blade on his back was small, smaller than a regular katana.

Atomu was a close to mid-ranged fighter, with an arsenal of long-ranged Katon jutsus.

Setsuna was exclusively close-ranged, with a few Doton jutsus.

_

When they reached the hotel, their target was already waiting for them in front.

"So you're the ones tasked with escorting me, hm?" That was the first thing she said. She stared at them for a few seconds, as if taking in their appearances, and then she grinned. "Well, at least you're a nice sight to look at."

So she was that kind of...promiscuous person?

"With that out of the way, you do know where you're supposed to escort me to, right?" She flicked her hair to the side, revealing her bare collarbones.

Atomu spoke up, "Ame."

"Bingo!"

Ame? It...wasn't that far away, but it was still a long distance, especially for a non-shinobi like her.

And that reminded him of something. "Excuse me," he began, taking a small step forward, "May I know your name?" He could go on and address her as 'her' or 'she' inside his head, but it would be easier if he got a name.

"Mirai. You can call me Mirai."

Future, eh? What a nice name that was.

"And you are, shounen?" There was an odd tone to her question, and he didn't quite like how her lips pulled back, the whites of her teeth exposing themselves.