Starter for @dokuhebi
She shouldn’t be here. Here, in Konoha, it was more likely she’d be recognized as herself than anywhere else, regardless of the fact that she was transformed into some male shinobi she’d passed on the street a moment ago and then knocked out precipitously and left in the forest. But she traveled at dusk, keeping to the shadows as she made her way back from the grave site of her parents. It had been her mother’s birthday today. Despite her departure from loyalty to Konoha, she... couldn’t resist. She still loved them. If she were honest with herself, despite her anger, she still loved a lot of the people here. She still loved walking these streets despite her bitterness.
But she didn’t belong here anymore. And she needed to leave. So she hurried away, fingertips yellow with pollen from picking flowers she had placed on her parents’ grave. Though the flowers had mostly closed for the night, she hoped it was still enough.
She was almost to the village gates when someone called from behind her. Someone’s name. Reluctantly, Rin turned, seeing herself being waved down. Or, seeing the person she was transformed to being waved down. And, reluctantly, she headed over, chakra signature very much suppressed.
“Hey, you missed your watch tonight,” one of them said, gesturing to the person in the middle of them, who... was that Orochimaru? Rin’s eyes widened slightly before she quickly masked her expression. She wasn’t entirely caught up on current events.
“Sorry, I... got distracted,” she said. “I fell asleep. Late night last night.”
“Well, he’s your watch now. Yours and Hachiro’s. Good luck, and see you later.” A vague wave from the other man and he departed, leaving Rin alone with Orochimaru and apparently Hachiro.
Rin looked at the two of them, exasperated. Now, what? She looked at Hachiro. “How long do we watch them til’, again?” she asked. Apparently all night, and why didn’t she/he remember? “I just--tired, remember?” She sighed, and glanced over at the Sannin, wondering who wanted to slip away more.
