Welcome to my flat, it's a bit messy... try not to knock anything over.

First Encounter

"What's up with that white hair?"

"Look at those red eyes!"

"What are you, an Albino?"

"You look like a girl!"

"Are you crying?"

"How the hell are you gonna be a shinobi?"

Sitting on the ground with a circle of three fully grown bullies hovering over him, a young Mamoru Yukinojo cried with his hands firmly pressed into his ears. He tried to think of something else, tried to put the taunts of the older boys out of his mind. But the hands on his hair and skin set him completely on edge. He couldn't distract his thoughts from it. Their words just echoed in his head. So badly did he want to just crawl into a hole and die.

"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?"

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Keisuke Sarutobi. Grandson of the Third Hokage and a proud descendant of the Sarutobi clan. He's always been about justice and fair treatment. That's what he learned from his uncle. That was how he was raised. So when he heard the crude words of his classmates, he grew curious to what was going on. As he approached he couldn't see who they were picking on, but he knew they had to be stopped. He walked up right to them and put his arms around their shoulders.

"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?"

With his knees to his chest and his hands over his ears, Keisuke regarded a familiar white haired classmate of his cowering in fear. Now that pissed him off. They were picking a fight with someone who couldn't defend himself. He couldn't stand it. But he'd let the bullies confess their indiscretions before he kicked their asses.

"It's none of your business, Sarutobi." One spat.

"Yeah, buzz off!" Another chimed in.

Keisuke ignored them and looked to the boy with a kind smile. "Are they bothering you?"

At first, he seemed confused. Then he the silverette lifted up his head and nodded. Even if he hadn't nodded, Keisuke would've kicked their asses anyway. The kids face was streamed with tears. Keisuke would be knocking some skulls together on principal alone.

"Why don't you mind your own business!" The last bully whined just as Keisuke pulled away from the ones he had his arms around and smashed their heads together. Before the third could even react Keisuke reached out and pulled him away from the kid they were picking on and brought him in for a headbutt.

In a blur of fists, Keisuke thoroughly clocked those idiots. He was already quite exceptional at taijutsu. Though he took a hit or two himself. They swore and they taunted him, but they weren't much of a match for him. Eventually he'd clobbered them so thoroughly that they decided to retreat. They probably had some broken noses they'd be attending to. Keisuke's knuckles were bloody from the contact.

"C'mon guys. If he's wants to protect his girlfriend so badly, let him!" One yelled before running off.

And instead of saying anything the other two followed. Leaving Keisuke panting and bleeding from the blows he'd received. Once he was sure that they weren't feigning he turned back to the silverette and walked over to him. Crouching down so they were eye level, Keisuke pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket.

"You okay?" He asked, handing the thin fabric over.

Having returned to his previous hiding position he looked up and took the handkerchief. "Yes... arigato..." He muttered, wiping his tears away.

Sensing that he was uneasy, Keisuke flashed a big grin. "My name's Keisuke, what's yours?"

"M-Mamoru." He offered hesitantly.

"They ever bother you again, Mamoru-san, you give me a shout, okay?" Keisuke said, his smile never wavering.

Still a bit shaken, Mamoru nodded. "Arigato, Keisuke-kun."

Little did the two know that from that day on, Keisuke'd be regularly saving Mamoru from his bullies. And through that they'd become the best of friends.

END

Just some little thing. Might post more of these as situations come together in my mind. Mamoru, feel free to do some as well. I just got bored, honestly. Oh well. Nothing wrong with writing. (Got a few more posts to get done as well) By the way we were eight here (time flies).