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another naruto oc ? yep .

GUESS WHO’S BACK BACK AGAIN HONOU’S MUN IS BACK

“ka...kaachan...” honou’s meek, almost whispered voice pierces the still and silence of the dimly-lit corridor. he has just woken up from a terrible nightmare, one that frightens him no matter how recurring the event was. it absolutely didn’t help him navigate through the narrow hall, an area which was once familiar to him now seemed foreign and terrifying. and the more anxious he was, the more the corridor seemed like an endless, infinite path.

                    when he finally reaches his parent’s, no, mother’s room, the child pauses in hesitance, wondering if any of these was his fault.

“Well, I usually work which requires me to use this path to make sure no kids, wanderers or suspicious people but I’m just on a walk.” Arashi always was a strange child but he’s always had ambition. Since he was good with a katana and only mastered a few techniques, he’d be quite a dangerous fellow. “Anyways, I noticed your kunai looks all beat up… Do you need someone to refine it? I could probably get that done.” Clearly, he’s doing well for himself.

“You’re old? You still look like you’re 18.” And of course, Arashi was definitely jealous. Arashi just looks like he’s aged 2 years but… That wasn’t the case, he’s just happy to see this dork back.

he beats on his chest with a wide grin, a bit less humble than he usually is. “uchiha genes - comes in handy, especially if people underestimate you ‘cuz they think you’re just a kid.” even though he’s probably just a year younger than arashi, he can sense his envy. though, his appearance can become troublesome at times, especially if you want people to take you seriously.

“What do you mean ‘I look old’!? I should be saying that to you! I’m only 22!” How rude… But he did have a point. Arashi was still growing older but that didn’t mean he was the only one who was growing. That was definitely rude.

Of course, he did miss his friend much but there was a limit!… Nah, he really missed him of course. “Well, how are you? You seem a lot stronger than you were back when you were last here.” Though, Arashi would know nothing of that since he works as a samurai. It’s his job to really make sure nothing gets past him without identifying themselves… Luckily, he ran into Honou though.

“I can’t believe you called me old!”

granted, arashi still looks youthful, but he looks like he’s seen his share of skirmishes. honou’s the same, scars and burns and bruises concealed under bandages and under fabric, not enough to be called strong especially by uchiha standards, but he now fares better than he used to be before. at least, he’s not that vulnerable and fragile when it comes to combat.

“you think so?” honou scratches the back of his head. “i think that’s what happens when your dad’s one of the strongest ninjas around.” he snickers behind his hand. he moves closer to where arashi stood, pulling his kunai out from the tree. the kunai has its few scratches and dents; marks that evidenced its usage for a long time. to some, it’s not in its good condition, but it’s still a great kunai nonetheless.

The kunai? Unnecessary. Luckily, Arashi’s reflexes let him dodge them on time before they really hit him. He couldn’t really tell if it really was Honou or not but that didn’t mean he couldn’t approach him.

Arashi made his way towards the direction of Honou in which he spoke. “Damn it! Watch where you’re throwing that! What if it were a child?” Well, there really aren’t any children on the outer-side of Konoha. The blonde had a white yukata with a sash that let him place his katana between his waist and sash. The voice was the different but the tone was definitely similar.

“Well, of course, you wouldn’t know that, would you?” Now he’s just mocking him.

It takes a moment for Honou to register that voice. Low, slightly obnoxious, tends to mock others...it couldn’t be...

“A-Arashi...?” Honou stutters, hesitant and unsure if the man coming out from the shadows was someone he knew before. When he did, his eyes grew wider, and the corners of his lips curl upwards as the memories of a dear friend come rushing into him. Blond hair, copper eyes, stupid smirk - he looks like he has his share of battles but, it’s still him.

how long has it been, a year? two years? honou must have lost count of the days that have passed when he left his village to train elsewhere. on his journey back to Konoha, he stops in the middle of the dirt road, only to breathe in the scent of early spring. it fills his lungs with a particular warmth of nostalgia, and he can’t help but tear slightly of how much he already missed home. his mother. his friends.

honou snaps back, sensing a strange but familiar aura somewhere. training with his father has sharpened his senses, and while he does want to enjoy the ambiance of going home, as a shinobi, he cannot allow himself to become unguarded.