Why are you my Clarity?

Namida no Aya

Title: Namida no Aya

Author: FemSolluxCaptor/Emma/Blake/she-who-must-be-avoided-at-all-cost

Chapter: 1

Recap: None, this is the first fucking chapter

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"This is stupid.... really stupid." A woman stood in front of the grand gates emblazed with kanji. Her face was one of utter disbelief.

 At this moment, some lazy guards decided to come back from break. At the sight of her, one of them called out, “Oi! Who are you?”

 She turned around to face them, her response was to face palm. Feeling very much like Alice who had fallen down a rabbit hole, she just waved and said, “Hey Izumo, Koestsu.”

 Taken aback at her knowledge, one of them stumbled back, “WHO’RE YOU?” That man drew a kunai from his waist, ignoring the deadpan from his companion.

“You don’t remember me Koestsu? I can’t say I’m shocked with your level of intellect.” This garnered a smirk from the more levelheaded guard, Izumo. Koestsu scrunched up his face, obviously annoyed.

 “No I don’t, are you saying I should?” The woman decided to take her cue from this.

 “No, I’m insinuating it, very different.” She began pacing around, just to annoy the man. Izumo was silently laughing, he had already recognized the woman in front of them.

 “Urasai…” He lowered into a fighting stance, not noticing the smirks from Izumo.

 She threw her head back and laughed, a gleeful sound resonating in the clearing, confusing Koestsu further. She continued laughing, doubling over.

“You got more perceptive.” She directed at Izumo. He nodded, acknowledging the compliment. Koestsu swiveled his head, finally noticing that his friend knew her.

 “Is it really you?” He asked, disbelief written clearly on his face.

“No matter who I am, I’m still me.” She gave him a pointed look, raising a single eyebrow in amusement. 

At that moment, Koestsu finally realized who she was. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

She turned to him, placing her hands on her hips, “That’s nice of you Koestsu. I come back after all this time and all you have to say is that I should be dead?” He just gaped. She certainly hadn’t changed in all these years.

After a moment of collective from silence, she laughed lightly and shook her head. She looked up to grin at them, a slightly lopsided smirk shone at the chunin.

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“Yo, gramps!” She swung into the office, her black hair swinging down around her. Several anbu attacked her instantly; she dodged them easily and disarmed them before throwing them aside.

 Seeing this the Hokage got to his feet, warily watching the woman. She was obviously relaxed; her shoulders slumped and her head cocked at a slight angle. She wore pants of a strange, blue material and a short-sleeved shirt, but her display of power told that she was a shinobi; most likely a missing-nin as she carried to mark of any known shinobi village.

 Noticing the old man’s silence, the woman sighed. “I’m not here to attack you, geesh.” She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands up in exasperation, “I came here cause it was probably the most logical thing to do as I randomly popped up here.”

 If the Hokage were someone else he would’ve scoffed in disbelief. It was the worst cover story ever; leading to the fact either she was ridiculously stupid or confident.