Snippet #1981843

"You want me to what?" Daisuke stood in front of the man he considered family, an uncle maybe. He had just teleported himself into the room when the burly, tan Raikage gave him a ridiculous order. "You want me to go to Konoha to relay a message to Tsunade?"

The Raikage crossed his arms and stared adamantly at the Jonin. "That's what I said, are you questioning me, Ishikawa?" The raven haired teen let out a lazy sigh before shaking his head. "No, of course not, Raikage," He replied. "I just wanna know why your sending me to simply give a message to the Hokage, can't you just send one of the delivery pigeons?"

He didn't know if it was the intensity of the pressure in the room or the death glare the leader of the village was currently giving him, but Dai could guess the answer was no. "Listen, Daisuke," The Kage mumbled, folding his hands and staring up with grave seriousness in his voice. "This message is about you... and it could change everything you thought was true." He explained. "About me... What do you mean?" The Jonin questioned, stepping forward towards the Raikage. "Your eyes... No, not yet, Tsunade will explain, get going." He dismissed with a wave of his hand. The younger man wanted to further question the Kage, but forcing himself back into his place, he bowed respectively and turned to leave.

Once the door closed behind the Jonin, the Raikage sighed. "Good bye... Daisuke... Uchiha."

"Damn it!" Daisuke slammed his fist into the cement wall beside him, before making his way to his apartment to pack. "You're eyes..." The Raikage's mention of the onyx orbs rekindled a boiling rage in the usually cheerful Jonin. They have always made him different, when in battle the enemies look at him with a fear the instant they see the devil-red orbs with three tomoes (commas). Taking a change of clothes and strapping his Windmill shuriken around his torso, the Jonin left the village.