The Uzumaki Heir

Chapter 5: Waiting For Love

Sorry for the late update—I was supposed to update this like three days after the previous chapter, but I was a pessimist, and I thought I wasn't getting any reads. Well, it doesn't matter, anyway.

I'm applying for an online writing job so I'll be busy, but don't worry haha I promise one chapter per week! You have my word <3

I also got accepted on my dream school for senior high. De La Salle University Manila. If anyone from PHL knows this, just drop by at Manila and let's have coffee! Haha

I'm working so I can have money to buy clothes (our school has no uniform) and for a digital piano. If I get one, I'm going to master all songs of Naruto/Shippuden ;) ;)

TWO ANIME MUST-WATCH for real, no kidding! No bullshit or anything.

Horror: Shiki

Time-travel, drama: Steins Gate

Remember...Neji died at this point. Brace yourself for a surprise! Haha. I hope you like it.

5.4.16: advance happy birthday, Deidara (May 5)

Reference to Avicii's Waiting For Love song. 

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Thunderbolts and a grave storm.

That was expected from the City of that Always Wails, Amegakure. It cries for its fallen leader; the 'blood that rained down from the wars', someone said; but most of all because of its blurry solitariness and detachment from other villages. Hanzō the Salamander built a high security system that required surveillance and security checks that even though Pain already overthrew him, it appeared that there were no changes: Amegakure was still an enclosed universe, where the outside world remained a strange place. Villagers stuck into the Hidden Rain because for some reason ever since their God ruled, no harm was brought. The rain might even be considered a blessing. Tears and blood: all sorrows of humans were a salutation.

At least, that was what Yamato heard.

Due to Amegakure's location, it had served as a battle ground for many years. A civil war broke, a case not entirely looked upon—no one from Konoha really knew. And maybe that was why despite Nagato's peace, the alliance between Ame and Konoha grew even distant from time: Nagato knew much about Konoha but Konoha never knew a thing about Ame, except that it's a village from an unnamed country. The only contact between the two almost sibling countries was Jiraiya, whom Pain killed. And hypothetically if it weren't for Naruto, the villagers might still have a leader.

"Senpai, I don't wish to pry, but why me? I'm no longer committed to the ANBU. As far as I'm concerned, I've done my part in the village. Naruto has filled my resignation."

"It's odd for you to question my choice of companionship, isn't it, Tenzō?" Kakashi said. The outcry of the rain didn't change the tone of his voice: calm, but a bit of superior. "Don't be flattered. If it weren't for his 'disability', Gai would have fled here in an instant. I don't consider it a mission, either. Kind of a favor since it's from our student, isn't it?"

"It might change your mind about leaving." Kakashi added, "Don't let someone's presence be a burden to you. It's all in the past."

Yamato said nothing. Yes, it had been Orochimaru's son—Mitsuki—that troubled him. Not in a paranoid sort of a way, but a big frazzle. Seeing a torn piece of Orochimaru around the village...of the man who had abused, caged and toyed with the body of a boy...it was too much to handle. It wasn't as if he regretted what Orochimaru made out of him—a rare wood-user that could only be found in Hashirama's era—but that experiment changed him. He couldn't help but wonder what if Orochimaru had never used him as a subject, and he would never live alone; he'd still have a family. He would happily carry on and let others call him Tenzō. There were diverging lines in the world, the what if's, for example if you were never hired as part of the Foundation—you would have a future different from the present.