Live again

Training ground 3

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Koshiyuki has finally escaped a swarm of women, for the fifth time today. He kept questioning how they found him, but came to the easy resolution of his hair being the problem.

'It's about time, huh'

The Uzumaki thought as his escape route headed towards training ground 3. On his way there he could feel his heart being squeezed as he thought back to only minutes ago.

As he was dashing down the buildings, naruto had sensed his beloved sensei on his tracks. At the realisation of who's chakra it was, as well as who the only other that could catch up to his fathers speed, through eye sight, It was clear that his follower was Kakashi.

The blond in disguise wanted to hug him so badly, but he knew that could not show himself. So he kept flashing past people, hoping to lose his sensei, but unfortunately didn't.

Koshiyuki revealed himself as Kushina's sister in front of Kakashi in order to stun him for a bit. He wouldn't be able to stand spending anymore time with the silver haired jounin. The memories of his past would cloud his logic and show themselves.

He was hoping that things wouldn't become this hard, but once again, he was unfortunate enough to hope for the inevitable.

-🍥-

I walk at a slower pace as I head to the memorial stone, thoughts lingering on my mind and hindering my, once running.

That was Kakashi. I'm sure of it. I couldn't ever forget that chakra he gives off. Shit!

I couldn't keep my breathing controlled as I was trying my hardest to keep my sweating eyes as dry as possible. The breaths I took were deep, but no one would really take notice to it.

As I finally got my emotions under control, I refocused on the world around me. I looked up to see that I was a couple meters away from the training ground. But that's when I felt it.

I had been so focused on my act that I hadn't noticed it til now, but I am sure that I can't be mistaken by this. I can't be. Not about this, not since I spent my dying moments next to this.

It was madara's scent. But it wasn't Madara.

I put a stop to my legs as I thought carefully about what I'm about to do.

That being said leaves two possibilities. One, it's that aloe Vera fuck spying on the village. Or two, Obito came to visit.

It's most certainly the latter. The scent leads to the training ground, meaning that he really has come to visit. I forgot that Rin's name is engraved here and her grave is actually empty.

A sigh is released as I come to a decision.

Confronting him will be my best option, after all, I don't want him to die, nor do I want Kakashi to kill him.

And so, I let my feet take me to the missing nin, chakra still concealed. As I grew closer, each step not giving away a sound, I see the orange masked guy.

He went by the name Tobi when he was in the Akatsuki, right? Wait, no. Stop thinking about the unnecessary. Ugh.

-🟠-

My glazed over eyes follow my fingers as they drift over the name of the girl I loved. Rin. They soon made their way to my teacher that had passed. Minato.

I held my mask in my hands as I reminisce on past banters and talks between my team and I. Anger soon settles in as the thoughts of their deaths appear in my mind.

Kakashi piercing Rin was the last thing I remember that night. Once I came to my senses, I was holding onto Rin's lifeless corpse.

But when I remember sensei's death, there are only bits and pieces. I can remember only the sight of his body being impales by that foxes claw. I don't know how or why I was there, but that moment I could only let the tears stream.

Why is everyone close to me dying?

Just as my raging feelings of all sorts of emotions were about to come out, I jump as the feeling of a hand on my shoulder. On instinct, I looked over my grasper shoulder and see someone I thought had died by the side of my sensei.

"Ku..shi..na..?"

The red hair was unmistakable, and the facial features resembled that of that crazy lady.

The stranger tilted her head as she looked over me. It was only then that I realised that someone had found me.

I jumped away from the had, landing beside the stone I often went to visit around this time.

"You...know my sister?"

Huh? Sister? Wait...

"You're a guy?!"

Sure this red head didn't exactly look too feminine, but I just assume it was a lady because of the hair, eyes, the caring caress. Wait, caring caress of my shoulder? That sounds like something I shouldn't say, nor define.

The stranger held an emotionless face now as he analysed me. Shit! My cloak is showing and my mask isn't on!!

"Mhm"

And with that, kushi-I mean, the guy that looked like Kushina walked over to the stone I kneeled in front of.