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You never forget your first time.

Now he had no comparison for that statement, having never asked another if they remembered their first time; there was only his own personal experiences with time travel.

He'd been maybe sixteen at the time; a scrawny gangly teenager ranking pretty damn low on his resident high schools social structure. Maybe it was just the shock of his first jump that caused him to remember it so vividly. He'd been getting harassed, he couldn't even remember who it was, maybe it was three of them. He was running for dear life, guess schoolyard bullying seemed pretty life and death when it's happening to you. He rounded a corner, wishing to be anywhere but right where he was, and BAM! Suddenly it was night, and he was in what looked to be an alleyway. Behind him was not a corner, but a solid brick wall; the same brick that seemed to line the alley he was in, the ground was made by some sort of poorly-laid cobble.

He banged against the wall he'd just somehow come through, solid as, well, a brick wall. With no other choice he'd ventured down the alley into the darkened street beyond. A nearby street sign read a familiar name, but none of this was familiar, not even in the slightest.

Then the world ended.

Explosions ripped through the buildings around him; he didn't even remember diving back into the alleyway as all along the street things were blowing up. He raced back to the end of the alleyway, banging against the wall that kept him here, his ears ringing from the sounds of the blasts, all around him the walls shock.

That was where the memory ended, maybe you don't really remember you're first time, unless it was quite traumatic. He later found out what had happened; the street he had been on had in fact blown up, over half a century ago, when the Germans bombed London.

Guess you really should be careful what you wish for.

That would not be the last time such a thing happened to him. As he grew up, Charles Mason would have several more episodes of what could only be called time travel. He could remember a few, but definitely not all of them, and none of them as vividly as his first time. It could have happened yesterday, it could have happened over half a century ago.

Time was a funny thing like that.

What was also funny was how, after that day, he suddenly became a wiz at world history.



So where and when am I now? he wondered to himself, the easy answer to that question was to see what was happening around him. The air smelled salty, he was near an ocean. The sounds of hustle and bustle filled his ears, he was near people. It was a town, well most likely what passed as a city in this time period.

"Excuse me? I don't mean to bother you but could you give me the news?" He asked a local man; the chances of him speaking English were nil but Charles had learned long ago that whatever force that allowed him to cross time and space also allowed him to cross barriers of communication. It was best to ask for news rather than where or when you were, you were more likely to get an answer.

The man gave an excited answer, almost exclaiming it to the world.

"So the Princes of Troy have returned... Guess the Greeks aren't too far away then" Charles muttered; why were all his accidental travels -always- to periods of strife and war? At least he wasn't ankle deep in Black Death again.

"Excuse me again, do you know where I could get some food?"

Haru walks down the street and as he comes to the corner three men step in front of him. The taller one snears and pointing a knife at him says "Be good and give us your-" Before he can finish his sentance Haru plants a size 10 boot in his face. Haru glares at the men and speaking in a angry tone says "Move! NOW!!!" The other two stand for a moment and suddenly charge him like wild animals. Haru spins on the ball of his foot and knocks them both out. He shakes his head saying "Kids these days." and walks off slowly.

Yuzuki landed quickly on one of the sturdy tree limbs, overlooking the clearing ahead of her. Brushing the few stray strands of black hair that escaped her ponytail away from her face her eyes fixed on her target in front of her. Her sensei stood in the middle of the clearing, raising his left hand over his head to signal that their test had started.

"Just land one blow on him...even a scratch means I pass he said," she muttered softly to herself, while fishing a couple of kunais out of her hostler. Biting on her lower lip she quickly gauged the distance before taking aim and throwing three kunais in her sensei's direction. All three were fairly close to each other, aimed right between his shoulder blades. She could taste victory as the kunais hit her target, only for her sensei to disappear in a cloud of smoke and a small log with three kunais embedded into it fell to the ground.

She held back a swear as she scanned the area, wondering where he could have gone...that was until she felt cool steel against her neck. "Next time move after you throw. You give anyway your position too quickly if you keep doing it the way you are now." She relaxed slightly, knowing her sensei got the better of her, she only nodded her head softly, "Okay Sensei."

This was going to be a long test, she could just feel it already.

Eyes watching the starry sky above, arms stretched comfortably to either side, and legs hanging over the ledge of the tall standing home's roof, Sai contemplated the events of the day. He was closing in on the last classes of his two years of the ninja academy, the entire day had been filled with hooting of excited classmates and congratulations from various adults he had never met before. Everyone was overjoyed for the next generation of genin, everyone.... but his brother.

Born a twin in body and age but not of mind, his brother Sorain was always such a... a.. butthead. Always upset and suspicious, never smiling lest something bad happened to him. In fact, the only times he could remember Sorain smiling or laughing was when he was publicly humiliated, shown up in a competition, or anything else that spelled out failure for him. It was the only thing that brought joy to the annoying brat.

A light sigh pressed through his thin lips as he pulled his arms over his head and stretched the sleeping muscles. Oh well, he thought to himself, I wont let that old prune ruin my excitement! I will be graduating, whether he likes it or not! And that was the true sum of it all, he would finally be graduating! He couldn't wait, he wanted to scream it from the top of lungs and run about the village letting everyone that didn't know, know that HE would be graduating this year! In fact... He would do exactly that! Hoisting himself to his feet at the edge of the roof, he let out a whooping howling into the night sky, "SHUT YER YELLABELLIED TRAP, GABNABIT!" Was the immediate reply from an open window across the street, instantly deflating the boy's excitement but only momentarily as he burst out laughing and retreated to the roof's exit... Maybe in the morning... Definitely. THEN, everyone would know.