A Horrible Connection

The moonlight shined brightly over Sunagakure as it illuminated a star filled abyss. The village slept peacefully with only a few enjoying nightly strolls or engaging in some rather illegal actions. Others embraced lovers and children deviously stood awake to play games after their allotted bedtime. Either way, Sunagakure experienced a level of peacefulness brought upon by the Sixth Kazekage. The Sixth kept relations between neighboring countries strong despite many treaties breaking. She managed to retain the Shukaku and halt it's destructive tendencies. Yes, the Sixth Kazekage was a leader greatly respected, loved and feared by all. And she served as inspirations for many aspiring shinobi. Sunagakure gust cooled the desert village as time passed. Soon, it's sands were chilled to those who walked barefoot. And their shifting sensation formed a therapeutic massage beneath. A man, who took a step out onto his balcony for fresh air after a passionate night, saw a rather small silhouette standing above Sunagakure's natural walls. Not only did the mysterious figure possess long flowing hair which followed the wind's directions, a massive shadowy formation also protruded from it's lower back. The man dimmed his eyes and smiled once he realized who watched over the village.

The Daimyō's only child stood at Sunagakure's clifftop without fear of the immense drop. Sunagakure's gentle breeze pulled at his unique silver kimono which was decorated with intricate crimson eyespots that matched those found upon the feathers which bristled his large tail. Zenjou's feathers shivered in the cold wind as it swayed to and fro. The gentle breeze kissed Zenjou's deathly skin, ultimately giving it a blushed appearance. His golden eyes, usually capable of piercing the darkness, were closed tightly. Thus outlining the darkened rings around his eyes that he attempted to hide with mascera. Zenjou stood deep in thought. Unfortunately, Zenjou was cursed with a lack of sleep due to reoccurring nightmares. Memories of pain, torment and suffering. He lived hundreds of death's and felt every second of torture. He could barely sleep without waking up in sweat and screaming. Phantoms haunted Zenjou's room and memories etched themselves into his psyche. He saw families burn and friends butchered. And although Zenjou's mind attempted to suppress these visions, certain memories found their way into Zenjou's consciousness. Either way, the young lord attempted to divert his attention from such problems. Since he recently acquired a great success.

I've finally become a Genin. He pondered. And tomorrow begins the next step of conquering the lands. But those thoughts, which should have brought him great happiness, instead irritated the young shinobi. For he already knew who'd accompany him on the path of realizing his destiny. And although the he possessed an indifferent view towards his new sensei, the thought of walking besides...him...Sickened Zenjou.