Enter, The Troublesome Duo [Ichirou]

Kirigakure, a village that resided in water country, a country mostly made of small islands with the hidden village being settled on the largest of the islands. The one known as Haruna Oshiro found herself upon the island that hosted the major village, having crossed the Great Naruto Bridge in order to get there, a very large bridge that connect the island to the mainland. She had been sent, along with her uncle, to the lands ahead of her mother. She had not known the reason why her mother had decided to stay behind in Konoha, but she would not question the woman. Besides, it gave her plenty of time to bond even more with her uncle.

Her blue eyes glanced up at her uncle, staring at his red hair and shaking her head slightly. If one were to see the duo, they would not believe them to be related in anyway. Add in her mother, and it looks like a team of Shinobi rather than a family. Why? Because none of them looked alike, not in the slightest. Her mother had brown hair, her uncle red hair, and she had blonde hair. It should had been impossible for such a phenomena to happen, but it did. Though, Haruna would guess that it was alright for one could not tell who was an Oshiro just by looking at their physical traits.

She sighed deeply, growing rather bored. She could begin making some origami for her collection, but she had no where to store them. Her mother would normally place them in some generic scroll, but Haruna did not have that scroll in hand, and her mother was back in Konoha wrapping up some business. Thus that option was out of the question. Though…. she did have an uncle. A smiled crossed her face as she looked up at Ichirou. “Do you know the Mizukage? The Mizukage, The Mizukage. Do you know the Mizukage, who lives in Kiri?” She would sing. Her smile not leaving her face, as she awaited the response, as well as waited to see if her uncle would sing his reply, just as she had sung her question.

Haruna seemed to be upset, made apparent the frown upon her face. The reason was quite simple; her uncle had not taken part of the singing instead of talking game. What was even more disappointing, her uncle was completely useless when it came to the information she desired to know about the Mizukage. From what she had gathered from her mother, the Mizukage was her big-breasted best-friend. And the word best-friend rarely came out of the mouth of her mother, the woman being heavily family orientated and too caught up in the dark world that she had no time for friends. Thus, she could infer that the woman was an important part of her mother’s life, especially if her mother had managed to remain friends with the lady despite her status.

“Neh, uncle. Do you think momma would tell the big-breasted Mizukage about the underworld of the Shinobi world?” Haruna asked in curiosity, gazing back at her uncle once again.

A smile graced the face of Haruna Oshiro as her uncle suggested that the two go meet this woman her mother thought so highly of. Though, if she stopped to think for a moment, she probably should not have described the Mizukage as a big-breasted woman, knowing what kind of man her uncle was. But, she really did not care at the moment, being far to happy about the prospect of meeting this lady that the thoughts of the woman being sexually harassed by her uncle did not cross her mind. Besides, he could be rein in simple enough with a few words of how her mother would deal with him if she somehow found out he flirted with her best friend. “Next destination, Mizukage office, because that’s where one finds most of the Kages hanging out!” Haruna would exclaim. And with that, the little one would break out into a sprint towards the Mizukage office. Only stopping when she reached the door that led into the building.

She would had entered, really she would had, but she waited for her uncle, per the protocol of her mother. The last thing she desired was to fall out of the good graces of her mother, a woman that despite her personality and appearance, had absolutely no problem severely discipling her daughter. Haruna had been on the receiving end of countless beatings for her disobedience in the past, and had even watched her mother beat her uncle as well. But of course, with her mother, she did not believe that beating her family members to within an inch of their life was wrong. To be frank, nothing her mother did was ever considered wrong to the woman, her mother just lacked that conscious that told her right from wrong. Though, the case could be that her mother did know right from wrong and just choses to not concern herself with such a thing, it would fit the woman perfectly. But despite her mother’s flaw, she still loved the woman, especially when she herself shared the same flaws as her mother.

Her eyes would glance around the streets for a bit, wondering where her uncle had run off to. The man should had arrived before she did, he being much faster than herself and thus likely to beat her in any sort of race. But at the moment, he was neither in front of her, by her side, or behind her. Such a thing was odd, though she guessed that she should not have ran off. This was her uncle, a flirtatious man that could be distracted by an individual with a vagina and big breast. But that was of no matter, her attention taken from the streets of Kiri to the woman that had just exit the building she was standing before. Brown eyes, white hair, big breast; her mother may not have told her much, but Haruna knew enough to know that the one before her was the Mizukage.

Her uncle had shown up around this time, a comment accompanied his arrival which was beyond serious, his hand resting her on head. A hand that would soon find itself without a head as Haruna launched herself at the Mizukage, attempting to tackle her to the ground. An action that may prove to be a mistake if anyone perceived the tackle as an attempt on the life of the woman. But Haruna had no ill intentions, no, she just wished to give the woman that she had only heard of a big hug. “I found the Mizukage, and she’s just how momma described her,” she would sing, a grin spreading across her face as her eyes looked up at the face of Neru.

“Uncle Ichirou argues all the time with momma, and momma finishes the arguments, so not true,” Haruna would chime in upon her uncle answering the question of the Mizukage, now dubbed Neru. A wild grin was on her face as she slightly tilted her head upwards to stare at Neru, who was gently playing with her hair. “One thing Ichirou has over momma though is that he’s crazier than momma, though she swears she’s isn’t crazy but others beg a differ.” With that said her head went back to its normal angle, she humming happily to herself as the walk continued. Though, she did wonder where the trio were going for if it was a long walk, she would need something to do whilst the adults talked. Maybe some origami would keep her attention, or messing with some people, or…

“Where are you going, Neru?”

OOC: I tried to make it longer, but I found myself repeating the same thoughts over and over again in this post. Thus, I decided to go with this one. Sorry for the shortness.