[Open, Non-Event]

[first_host]

For once, one of the very rarest of moments had occurred. Mito was not the type to get lost or not know the layout of the village between Konoha and Uzushio as if it were the back of her very hand. This time, however, she'd ended up on the outskirts of Michi no Sato with confusion apparent on her face, not sure how she'd taken a wrong turn. Or, even, what this village was.

Tapping the side of her chin with her forefinger she quietly investigated the area right outside of the little village, not sure what to make of it or even if it were friendly. Even with the foundation of the ninja villages, tensions were still high if one were not careful. Steps were light and quiet as she moved from cover to cover, even if her cover was rather easily blown by the fairly ornate kimono and crimson colored hair.

If anything, the woman may have appeared almost skittish to the casual onlooker, or as if a spy of some shape or form.

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[withoutareason]

The woman's hair had caught his attention first, and the little boy had slowly fallen into stalking her, trying to get a better look at her as he trailed her. He was shockingly good at it, though not so good he wouldn't be caught fairly quickly. He was, after all, still very young.

[first_host]

It had been some time since she'd actually been on a true mission, but that familiar feeling of being watched never truly had left her. A frown tugged at her lips as she paused behind a particularly large tree before quickly turning on heel to look for her follower.

Only to see a child.

Blinking a few times she caught herself, composure returning and a smile replacing her frown.

"Ah. How long have you been following me, young one?"

[withoutareason]

He hesitated a moment, then slowly eased forward, staring up at her with whiskered cheeks and wide blue eyes. "While."

[first_host]

A while... Had she really become that rusty in this time? A disturbing thought, to say the very least about it.

However, she merely looked him over, something tugging at her about something feeling familiar to her. That damn fox was being loud again, having yet to give her any rest since the sealing.

"Mmn, you must have quite a future ahead of you to be able to follow me for that long of a time. What is your name?"

[withoutareason]

He hesitated a moment, then straightened his back, taking a deep breath. "Naruto." He paused a beat, clutching his hands together so he didn't sign as he spoke. He was trying to break that habit. It was going to lead to rambling. "Uzumaki Naruto. Um. Your hair is like my mom's. So I followed you. You're not mad?"

[first_host]

"Why would I be mad?" To be honest, she was in the beginning, but it was more at herself than anything else. But when he gave his name she paused, giving him another look-over. He didn't appear familiar and everyone of her clan, to her knowledge, had red hair and not blond. Interesting.

"Who is your mother? I cannot say I have ever seen a blond Uzumaki, before."

[withoutareason]

The way she was looking made him want to retreat, and he instead dipped his head, watching her warily through his hair. She hadn't given a name back. "Kushina."

[first_host]

"Kushina..." Not a name she remembered, how strange. However, that was of no concern, this child was rather intriguing despite the strangeness he was causing her.

"Ah, my manners. I am Uzumaki Mito."

[withoutareason]

His head lifted sharply at that and he looked at her more intently, caution and careful hope mingling in his expression. "There's other ones?"

[first_host]

That question... This poor child clearly had been separated from the clan by whoever his parents really were, this just couldn't sit right with her. "Of course there are. There are quite a few of us between Konoha and Uzushio."

[withoutareason]

He frowned, then shook his head sharply, hesitating for a moment before taking a deep breath. "But... I was the only one before I came here. Mom's dead at home. So... I was alone."

[first_host]

Remaining silent for a moment she contemplated over what exactly to do. This place was strange, surely, she couldn't just leave a child out on their own like this. If he was an Uzumaki on top of it, then it was clearly her duty to keep watch of and teach the child what he'd been lacking from the very start.

Her expression shifted to a calm smile as she kneeled down, holding out her arms. "Come with me, then. I can teach you all about the clan and just why we're so special."

[withoutareason]

He hesitated, but finally padded forward and leaned into the offered hug. "Mom wasn't teaching me a lot about the clan." He hesitated then. "I think they went away when she was little too."

[first_host]

"Went away?" Now that made absolutely no sense. However, she pulled him tight to her before scooping him up from the ground. "I cannot say that that is true, I know I'm certainly still around. That and even if we did diminish, our spirit and wills would not be forgotten to time."

[withoutareason]

"But I never met you." He peered at her and shook his head, putting his arms around her neck. "And what's Uzu-shio? Is that a village too?"

[first_host]

"Uzushio is where we originated from, though we have always been close friends with the founder's clan from Konoha." Ah, what a cutie this kid was. "You might not have met me because I'm usually rather busy smoothing over political issues my husband can't. It comes with being a diplomat between villages, quite a difficult job."

[withoutareason]

He squinted at her a bit. "Political for what? Who's your husband?"

[first_host]

"Political issues between clans and the blooming villages, my husband is... Well, let us just say he's not the best at controlling his emotions at times." A soft bit of a laugh before she pauses, tilting her head at him. "Senju Hashirama, the Hokage."

[withoutareason]

Just... watch his face screw up in confusion at that idea. "Noooo. The Old Man is the Hokage! You know! Um." He paused a bit, clearly groping for a name. "Sarutobi! Yeah! He's the Sandaime! Well, except here. Here it's that bit Itachi and he's... Godaime? I don't remember what he said when I met him. I think maybe?"

[first_host]

"Sarutobi? No, no. The current Hokage is Hashirama and he's the first and only one so far." Some other strange person calling themselves Godaime of all things? It made absolutely no sense for her what-so-ever. "The village has not been around long enough for that to even be possible."

[withoutareason]

"Noooooo the Old man has always been Hokage... except when my daddy had me. But then he died and he was Hokage again so... yeah..."

[first_host]

"No, that cannot be. Hashirama is the Shodai and the only Hokage the village has seen thus far. Why would I lie about such a thing?" Had the village changed in some alternate time or some weird future come into play? It made no sense.

A frown crossed her lips for a moment, listening to a rather agitating voice in the back of her head cause quite a fuss. "... Tell me, child, do you know of a demonic fox?"

[withoutareason]

"...That's what killed my daddy." He frowned at her, getting quieter as he sensed that she wasn't believing him.

Hmm... How does Mito feel about Uchihas?

[itachi_san]

If there were Uzumaki in this village, surely there were other clans as well.

The path that led through the western side of the village was dotted with only a few dwellings, but one clearly stood out above the rest. It was a massive house, three stories tall. And there was someone sitting on the bench on the front porch.

It was a thin man, dreadfully so, with long black hair and red eyes. No mistaking a sharingan... This was an Uchiha! And to those eyes, even as deteriorated as they were, the beast within Mito stood out like a beacon. Itachi stood, painfully it seemed, and took a few hesitant steps toward her. He knew the fox's chakra, but he didn't recognize her's. It was... curious.

[maddyragequits]

"...." how could that hair and that amazingly rich-looking kimono not catch his eye? The boy wasn't even going to be nice and make it look like he hadn't noticed her. Every time she flitted from one place to another, he followed with his eyes, until she threatened to go out of sight. in this case he would move swiftly to keep up. This went on a short while until...

"If you're trying to play hide and seek, you're gonna be losing the game for sure, lady." he stated with a frown, having gotten at least within hearing distance, dark eyes upon her.