Moon Devourer

The Kami Up Above

The forest howls to him once again. His whole foot twitches before he shoves it back in place. No time for such... childish impulses. There was the matrix to combine smoke with flame to create a flame wall here, and there was no time to howl with the wolves.

Something tugged at him. It wasn't that of the forests, but of something inherently else that it felt wrong to ignore. The tug that was there the day of the Kannabi Bridge incident, the tug on the day Nohara Rin died from Chidori, the day the Kyuubi incident started- 

He wasn't so inclined to ignore it for the fourth time.

The shadow clone melds away from him like a veil. Someday, he'll get on working to make shadow clone less of an obvious thing, though the Nidaime did a good job, something itched at him to make it better.

The smoke, for example.

He was getting rather sidetracked. To remedy that, he gathers that ANBU-level of focus he had, and channels it into his henge of the black haired, sapphire-eyed girl. He didn't give this girl a name yet, but she'd have to do.

Sukea, while still being a disguise, was better off not existing with Nohara Rin around. The Nohara were a sporadic, civilian clan, he researched once on his late nights, spread throughout the Land of Fire and the Land of Lightning.

No one trusted the Nohara with anything related to village politics. The only reason he and Obito were sequestered with Rin as a teammate, was because she was orphaned. About right now, she should be entering her first year at the academy... as all orphans do in Konohagakure, but he wasn't focused on that. Instead, he was focused on the orphanage itself.

Feigning his reason to go to the orphanage, citing a new friend to play with, no thank you Watabane-san, she's not a lost child, she wants to go play with his friend at the orphanage, he slowly gets closer to the place.

So far, in his short tenure of roughly thirty one years alive, sue him, he did not bother counting the days he lived and the days he not-lived, he had a... so to say, love-hate relationship with the Konohagakure Orphanage.

On one hand, it helped a lot of children that were like him find another way to survive, and he was indeed, offered a place in there to escape from the Hatake Compound.

On another, it was the very same orphanage where Naruto lived at and was kicked out at, at five years old of age. To balance one heavy vice with quite a few virtues was hard.

So when the tug was guiding him to this place, he had a good reason to be there obviously. Either for recon or to just witness something, he was certain. Most likely, he'll play an active but ultimately futile role.

When Shimura Danzo, bandages over his eye and all, walks past him with the cane... he narrows his eyes, and watches. 

Shimura Danzo, founder of ROOT and the very cracks that made up Konohagakure's foundation. Even with henge, he could barely hide the sense of utter loathing he had for the man. Hate was a simple, simple thing for him, and complex for other people.

During his anonymous tenure, he learned to discard hate as an instrument, a tool, and as a weakness. He used it against others, mauled a few more with it, and overall had a wonderful time. For others, it was something to fuel them past their days of glory.

Right now. Right now, the hate cloaked him like the shadow possesion of a few talented Nara, unbudging, controlling his limbs to a deadlocked silence- there was nothing to do against Shimura, not when ROOT stalked him on the rooftops and even below, if his cute not-Kouhai Tenzo was to be believed.

But if there was one thing to know about Shimura Danzo? He was a shady, shady man, and if Hatake Kakashi had access to the Nara shadow posession Jutsu?

Danzo would be choking on it already. His life be damned.