Snippet #1525635

Degaro stood on top of his apartment building, Kira beside him. It was early morning, the sun had just risen over the horizon. Kira's ears swiveled as Jonathan walked by.

It's the boy...the one like Midori.

Degaro smiled a bit. Yes, I know, Kira. His name is Jonathan Uzumaki. He is only one rank below myself and my sister.

Kira's tail flicked, and then she asked, Tell me...is there any chance of us going home?

Degaro sighed, and his eyes saddened. I doubt it, Kira...with what I've seen...what I've done. I doubt they'll accept me with open arms. I think it better they just assumed I was dead. He stared at the ground below, and then jumped over it, landing on his feet with ease. Kira easily followed him. He walked into the village. The truth of the matter was, Degaro was bored. He was no good being cooped up in the village, but until all of his papers passed through the Hokage, he couldn't go on any missions. It had become common knowledge that a member of the widely known Shisuia clan of the Shadow Village was transfering over to become a Leaf Shinobi, and a lot of the village gossipers were well, gossiping. Degaro didn't care all that much. As long as he got to be of some use, he would be happy. He had actualy requested to be dropped down a rank, back to a jonin. He had always said, "I've always had more fun as a jonin." He again passed Jonathan, who was at a stand, picking through various bits of food and food products. A few of the locals shrank back at the sight of Kira, but by now most knew she was harmless so long as you didn't threaten her life, or her masters'.