Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Tools ❯ Forgotten Tools ( Chapter 1 )

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Forgotten Tools

 

It was hard to believe how long it had been since they started out as trainees; since he started out as a trainee. In that time there had been only two funerals that had left a lasting impression on him. The first was the death of the Third Hokage when he was thirteen, seconded the one he was going to nearly 30 years later. Both of those who were, or had been, honored had been important to him. The Third had been his inspiration for reaching his dream. Later, as he had learned of all the things the Third had done for him he had given him his respect. Yet this time, he was saying good-bye to an old and very dear friend.

 

“Hokage-sama, are you ready?” Some one, most likely an Anbu, asked through the door. He softly smiled and answered. With one last adjustment to his formal robes, he picked up the framed photo by the mirror. The frame had a black ribbon around the corners, signifying the person's death. It was the last know photo of her. She couldn't have been more then nineteen in the photo and he knew that wasn't uncommon of those who became Anbu. Upon receiving the rank of Anbu, ninja's were given their personal mask and a hooded cloak to wear until their death. No more photos, no more personal recognition. Ever.

 

His door opened as he approached it, something he had never gotten use to, and he joined the small group waiting for him. The Anbu who normally guarded the door to his office moved to the back of the group as they started walking. The group of seven moved through the winding hallways slowly; no one speaking as they traveled to the viewing platform. Each one, he could tell, was reflecting on what they knew of her life. Yet there were mysteries about her life that even he didn't have an answer to.

 

As he led them closer to the cloth covered table, they drifted off towards other friends, allowing him to take the photo to the table. Laying out in various arrangements were pink carnations with a few mixed zinnias, an offering of good-bye from the village. With great care, he placed the lone photo in the center of the table. Giving a slight bow, he backed away from the table. There would be others to speak about her but he would listen in silence, keeping his thoughts to himself.

 

A fair amount of people spoke about times with her, both fair and foul. Their remembrances sparked his own and none stood out more then the one from six days before. It had all started out with a currier letter from the Village Hidden in the Sand stating that the Kazakage would be there within the day. An odd letter but he had thought nothing of it until an Anbu and several of his Jonin came to him. It was then he had found out that the Sand Village was escorting her body back home.

 

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Kazakage beside him. Their eyes met for a moment and he then looked up. Meters above them, barely seen, was an eyeball made out of sand, looking the large group over slowly. He glanced this time to his right, spotting a pink haired Med Nin standing two rows ahead of him. He could see her shoulders shaking slightly but her pride would not let her cry.

 

“He's here,” Kazakage said, the eye of sand pointing in the right direction. Hokage gave the slightest of nods, still looking at the present speaker. His clone lifted its head, dressed as an Anbu, and scanned the crowd. After a moment, the clone found its target standing near the back. Clothed in dark colors and a bamboo hat, was the last member of the original three man team called Cell Seven.

 

The clone looked at the other Anbu slowly. They looked tense but would follow the orders given to them. Unless the Missing Nin did anything against the village, they were to let him leave. The Hokage's word was law, and he wanted to let all of his team the chance to say good-bye.