There were certificates again. And finally, Feeeeeerien ... * raise your arms * Yeehaa!
And that's why I had to write something right away. (To celebrate the day, so to speak!)
I don't know if such an FF already exists. You can't know everything, right? I've had the process in my head for years - only with other people. And this time it finally fits!
I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine, you all know ... UoU
(Dedication: I almost forgot. To everyone who loves Raidou and Genma at least a little. ^^ And to my house spider, Webbi Lloyd Webber, who always watches me write and keeps me company.)


Scar.

It looked kind of scary. The large, bright crescent moon in the sky illuminated the street sufficiently so that no street lamps were necessary to pass it safely.
Not that there were street lights!
It would have been tasteless to import such neat, new-modern things like street lamps to Konoha anyway.It wouldn't take a lot of artistic skill to immediately see that these would have looked as out of place as a chicken in a pigsty. The village of Konoha was characterized by its modest appearance, but with great attention to detail one recognized the true beauty of this place.
And so on that cloudless night the moon was once again the only source of light. The white light cast long black shadows. That's why half of the street was well lit. The other one, however, was so little recognizable under these conditions that it almost looked threatening and dangerous. Had a huge big cat sneaked up on velvet paws from behind - nobody would have seen anything.
So it happened that no one noticed how a young person - no older than six or seven years - was silently huddling along the dark wall. He was careful not to knock over anything and since he could only move around with the help of his sense of touch, he made slow progress.It was midnight and the boy knew that he certainly no longer belonged on the street but in bed. But now it was too late to turn back. He had come too far. Secretly he wondered if anyone at home had noticed his absence. Perhaps someone had noticed that he was not lying under his covers as usual, but was creeping barefoot through Konoha's deserted streets.
He doubted it because he was sure that no one had heard him.
But was there a one hundred percent guarantee?
He also had a promise to keep. He wouldn't pinch. His male dignity, which was astonishingly developed at this age, would not have allowed that.
With great difficulty he had quietly left the house.
Should it have been in vain?

He felt his way ceaselessly. Always following the same pattern: carefully put one foot to one side - ready to pull it back as soon as it struck something hard - and then, when he was sure that he could go on safely, the tip of his toe gently touched the cool ground until he finally put all his weight on his foot and dragged the other.He cursed himself softly for not wearing shoes. But that had been too risky for him. Before he disappeared he couldn't rumble loudly through the house and grab another pair of shoes from the confusing shoe rack!
He wondered when he'd finally got there.
Tonight they would.
Tonight.
For weeks they had planned everything: how they wanted to get away from home without anyone noticing. How they then wanted to get to their ultimate goal unnoticed. And how they finally wanted to get back home again without attracting anyone's attention.
Suddenly he stepped into something wet and soft. As he concentrated his full body weight on it, it made a nauseating sound. The boy withdrew his foot in disgust, stepped over it carefully, and crept on.
Uh! What could that have been?
A puddle?
Mud?
Fish offal?
Where did his - admittedly very impractical - habit of always expecting the worst come from?His vivid imagination always came to light when he least needed it.
The whole thing was particularly disgusting, mainly because he couldn't see what was stuck to his foot. And so he kept picturing the most hideous thing he could have just stepped into.
He huddled against the wall so that he would go unnoticed. So he felt every little bump in the wall in order to be able to react effectively to sudden deviations. But the whole thing also had a disadvantage. Since he could not foresee the distance at which the window sills were set into the house wall, he constantly bumped against it painfully. In the meantime his upper arm was really hurting and he would surely find a big bruise on this part of his body the next day.
He turned his head cautiously and noticed that the building in whose shadow he was now ended in a few meters.
That meant that his goal was not far away.The shadowless place came closer and closer.
With a scrutinizing look in the opposite direction, he made sure for the last time that no one was following him. Then he took a closer look at the illuminated area he had now reached. Everything seemed safe.
Perfect!
Inwardly, he cheered and congratulated himself on his plan, which had gone flawlessly so far.
And then it was time.
The light touched Raidou's skin as he stepped into the bright light. His brown hair shimmered strangely silver in the light of the moon. He quickly grasped the natural occurrences.
The ground was overgrown with grass, which was very damp because the air had cooled so quickly. Nevertheless, that night was very mild, after all, it was midsummer.
During the day it was scorching hot in Konoha and without adequate cooling you could hardly stand it outside for more than two hours.
In contrast, July was extremely rainy. Real torrents had fallen from the sky and filled some cellars.It hadn't been nice, but Raidou longed for the hours he'd spent in his room listening to the rain. You could protect yourself from rain. But how did you escape the heat that had spread throughout the house after just a few hours? Several times he woke up completely sweaty in the middle of the night because it was so unbearably hot in his room.
He missed the downpour of July. The louder it rushed and pattered outside: it made his bed even more comfortable.
And now?
There was no air conditioning at home. Just like a fan or something like that.
And this fresh night air was a welcome change.

This time he hurried. There was nowhere a shadow in whose protection he could find himself and therefore he had to get to his goal quickly. He didn't want to be noticed. How embarrassing it would be to be caught so close to the finish line and to have to ask uncomfortable questions about why he wasn't in bed and what he was doing outside at that time.And then finally his goal came in sight. A large, gnarled cherry tree that proudly protruded from the ground with its thick trunk. Full of anticipation, he ran towards it without paying attention to the soft but telltale drumming of his feet. Even a seven-year-old who had only been attending the ninja academy for a few weeks couldn't think of everything. He skilfully ignored the trembling of his upper arms.
Raidou slowly lost the feeling in his legs, they were so cold.
Finally he reached the tree and tried desperately to slow down. He stopped his feet instantly and so he slid a few more meters in the direction of the tree. It made him feel particularly cool.
Unfortunately Raidou had misjudged the distance and so he hit the tree painfully. Groaning, he fell back and rubbed his face.
Bloody hell!
Did that never go well?
The wet grass soaked his pants and t-shirt. He picked himself up bravely and examined the tree.The branches were sturdy and thick. They would carry it without any effort. However, this knowledge was not due to any astonishing calculations.
No. He had climbed this tree numerous times, even though he had been expressly forbidden to do so. But what were bans anyway? He shot something like that in the wind. The adults had no idea! Nobody knew beforehand whether the branches could withstand his weight. But if you just stared at the tree all the time, you got no further.
Raidou knew: self-experiment makes you smart! And so he climbed the tree and convinced himself of the cherry's steadfastness. The cherry tree was trustworthy and so they let him in on their plan. They could use accomplices of this silent sort.

He routinely pulled himself up on the lowest branch. Fortunately, it went unnoticed in the shade of the cherry tree. He got higher and higher. He surely took hold of the branches and enjoyed it when he felt the cool leaves brushing his hot cheeks.Fortunately this was a cherry tree. The rough bark easily absorbed the night's condensation and so it had a secure hold and did not run the risk of slipping off the smooth bark.
Gently and as quietly as possible, he finally reached a wider arm of the tree. The boy stood up straight, being careful not to hit anything painfully and fall off. A little exhausted, he leaned against the trunk and wiped his sweaty forehead.
It was still a little humid outside.
And now his gaze fell forward again. There was a window in front of him, only a few meters away. One could easily reach the window sill over the branch.
The problem: The whole thing was quite a balancing act, because there was nowhere really to hold on to.
And then Raidou did what he shouldn't have done: He looked down.
That was it: the hard, black earth. The grass was soft, but unfortunately there wasn't anything underneath.If he hit it would have far-reaching consequences: He broke all his bones.
If he was lucky, his arms and legs.
If he was unlucky, the neck.
He swallowed. Why did his knees suddenly go so weak?
His legs trembled a little. This was such a miserable job!
Only a few steps separated him from the safe window sill. That was the only reason why he had slipped through Konoha so carefully.
That was the only reason he had set out on the long, arduous journey.
Now he was almost there. Did he really want to give up?
No way!
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