[Aburame Zō]

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Zō leaned against one of the towering gates of Konoha, the wood cool and rough beneath his hand. The massive doors stood wide open, like the yawning mouth of some ancient beast, letting the world trickle in and out of the village at its leisure. On a busier day, the entrance would have been lively—merchants with loaded carts, shinobi coming and going, and villagers trading gossip as they passed. Today, though, the gates seemed to exhale a quieter kind of life. A few travellers wandered through, their footsteps muted by the packed dirt road, while the gate guards flanking the entrance stood as still as statues, their eyes scanning every movement with practiced vigilance.[break][break]

Zō had already signed out for the mission, though the process had been quick and uneventful. The guard on duty had given him the usual once-over—a polite but curious glance that lingered then darted quickly away. He was used to it by now. There were always rumours about him: the Aburame heir hidden away for years and then fully trained and ready one day as if conjured from magic. An enigma, the boy who didn’t quite belong.[break][break]

The thought made the corner of his mouth twitch behind his scarf—not quite a smile, but close enough. He didn’t mind being a mystery. If anything, he enjoyed it. Mysteries couldn’t be pinned down, after all. [break][break]

The autumn air carried a soft chill, crisp and faintly spiced with the scent of fallen leaves and far-off smoke. Zō adjusted his thick scarf, the fabric brushing against his face as he pulled it higher to cover his nose. The effort was more habit than necessity—he barely felt the cold beneath his layers. His olive-green jacket, oversized and heavy with utility pockets, hung loosely around his lean frame, hiding the faint movement of the Kikaichū that crawled across his skin. Even now, they stirred beneath his clothes, a silent, constant presence that he found oddly comforting. Others… not so much.[break][break]

Zō shifted his weight and glanced up at the sky, pale and open above the gates. His thoughts turned to his assigned partner, Nara Shun. He didn’t know much about Shun, other than the Nara name carried a reputation. Zō wasn’t sure what to expect beyond that—but then again, he didn’t really care. The mission was straightforward: a patrol in and around a border town. Flash the Konoha headband around, remind the locals that someone was watching, and maybe stumble across some low-grade criminals dumb enough to test their luck. Easy enough.[break][break]

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Nara Shun – hola

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[Nara Shun]

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”Yo!” came a greeting from a little further down the road.

There was a girl approaching the gate. About 5’5” and with long raven hair draped down her back. She walked with an open and confident posture but her shoulders were relaxed. The Nara genin was dressed in a pair of black shorts and matching tank top. One of her thighs was wrapped underneath the projectile holster and the other had netting over it. She also wore high dark gray shinobi boots that protected her shins. There was an oversized yukata-like top draped over her arms and shoulders. It was light green with large white hems and had a simplified Nara symbol on the sleeve. There was a lot more elaborate Nara symbol on the back of it but it was mostly covered by her hair.

”I’m Nara, Shun. Nice to meet you…” her hand was extended for a handshake towards her colleague and she gave time for him to introduce himself. ”Are you ready?”

Afterwards Shun would start moving through the gates. It was a quick flash of their mission paperwork and their credentials. Some small talk here and there about how her dad’s doing or how the guards were holding up through the mundane days. A joke about staring into the void until the void stares back and they went through.

Truth be told, Shun had not met any Aburame clansmen before. She didn’t even get a straight answer from her parents about what they specialized in. Nara Shikarui (her dad) found it funny and Nara Ayame (her mom) just said that it was best to find out on her own. What could it even be?

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A sharp, cheerful "Yo!” broke through Zō’s quiet observation of the gates, pulling his attention down the road. He didn’t move from where he leaned against the massive wooden doors, but his eyes flicked toward the approaching figure. A kunoichi—presumably Nara Shun—was striding up the path. Her long black hair caught the breeze.[break][break]
Zō inclined his head in acknowledgment. He remained rooted in place, the bulky folds of his scarf and jacket making him appear as immovable as the gate itself.[break][break]
"Aburame, Zō,” he said simply when she reached him, her outstretched hand hovering expectantly in the air.[break][break]
Her handshake was firm and unhesitating. Zō willed the Kikaichū further up his arm, out of reach of her fingers. The thought of one of the tiny insects slipping onto her skin was enough to make him pull his hand back the moment politeness allowed. To her credit, Shun didn’t seem to notice his careful restraint. [break][break]
"Yeah,” he said in response to her question about being ready, his tone clipped but not unfriendly. "Let’s head out.”[break][break]
Shun went off to check herself out with the guards, her voice drifting back to him as she exchanged pleasantries with them. Zō caught the sound of her laughter—light and casual, as if it were second nature. Zō took in her easy aura. She seemed the type to carry conversation. Cheerful and easygoing, but not in a grating way. At least, not yet. He allowed himself a small flicker of optimism. Maybe this mission wouldn’t be as tedious as he’d expected.[break][break]
When Shun returned, the two fell into step together, heading out onto the wide road that stretched beyond the village gates. The air was crisp with the scent of autumn leaves, the surrounding forest alive with bursts of crimson and gold.[break][break]

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Nara Shun – A note here

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Shun sighed and stretched her arms above her head as they walked. ”Zō… Should I call you Zō-kun or Aburame-kun?” she asked casually. All the clans had to follow etiquette and, as a representation of the Nara clan, the last thing Shun wanted was a lecture from the old dudes about calling someone in a way too familiar… again. Just thinking about it made her want to sigh again. She held it in.

”Hmm, should we go fast for a bit? It’s an eight hour trip on foot but if we run the first half then there’s enough time to rest at this inn - they have a good BBQ - and we can walk leisurely to Oiwai.” She would pay close attention to how her teammate (for the day) would react to the options she gave. Maybe she’d learn more about him that way.

Whichever they decided - run or walk - it was a suspicious sound that followed the conversation. The nearby bushes rustled and something sizable was tumbling through. The first thing to pop out of the bush was a red top hat.

”Don’t tell me…” Shun mumbled.

A small figure leapt out of the bush and landed in front of the pair. There might have been cause for alarm but it was soon revealed to be a small fawn. On all fours with a red cape and top hat. The small deer was also wearing a pair of shorts. After staring down the pair, the animal straightened up on his hind legs and, now bipedal, walked over to Shun.

”’Sup! I’m bored. I’m coming with!” he said cheerfully with pride in his tone.

”I really don’t think that’s a good idea. Go hom-”

”Nope.”

”Well, okay then…” she could feel a bead of sweat form at the back of her head. There had been so many arguments with this one that she didn’t even try anymore unless it was life or death. This case, MM might actually be helpful or, if not, Shun could protect him.

”Erhem.” she cleared her throat and carried on an introduction like nothing about the small talking deer joining them was out of the ordinary.

”Zō-kun, this is Muke-Mukei. MM for short. MM, this is Aburame Zō-kun.” she motioned to both respectively. Then the raven haired girl turned to MM and leaned in: ”You have to behave though, otherwise I won’t take you along next time.”

”I’ll certainly try.”

And so the group continued their journey.

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