They stared out into the darkness. A shearing wind blew by. Knowing that they can never look over their shoulders, because the light was back there.There was no more sun. D. Kyuubi was able to cover it with his black chakra.
"Uncle?" a black haired boy spoke. He had a rainbow stripe in his hair too. His eyes were a dark blue, and he wore no shirt or shoes. But he had black skinny jeans, with many chains.
"Hm?" a taller man replied.
"How can we trust you? We know nothing about you. You say our mother is dead. And our father has gone crazy, and we don't remember any of this?" he asked.
The other child shook. She had long white hair, with a golden shine. Her eyes were a light violet and she wore a long gray dress. On her arms were red ribbons, same with her long legs.
"You can never trust me. But I am your uncle. You can't remember anything because you're really supposed to be only 3 years old. But I was able to age you two with a certain jutsu." he explained.
"What are we doing now?" the girl asked, nervously.
The man turned to face the twins directly. "This world has ended. Everyone precious to us is gone. All we can do now is follow a path and stick with it. We'll find someone....Just have to hope it's not D. Kyuubi."
The twins winced. They knew it was D. Kyuubi who had killed their mother. And now, all they could do hope to find either the real Kyuubi or any of the last survivors.
"Uncle Francis..." the twins both said.
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"Of course, Nozomi and Ronin."
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Francis is Nekomata's older brother.
Nekomata had twins before she died.
AND
Nozomi means: hope
Ronin means: Samurai without a master
