Probitas:Tales of Innocence

[Retane]

THe young namekian walked down the crowded street with Kelsie, hand in hand. The two had been together night and day ever since Retane had left him in the village as the Ambassador for The Horsemen. Probitas didn't know much about The Horsemen other then the fact that his fater was the leader of the group and they were strongly ambitios. He wsn't sure of his role in The Horsemen entirely, but from what was explained to him, he understood that being Ambassador of The Horsemen meant being the peace keeper. It meant making people happy and keeping them at ease and at peace.

Probitas waved and bared a smile at those he passed by. Some smiled back, some nodded, others turned their heads refusing to acknowledge him. Still, the young namekian blissfully continued down their path as he tried to be the best Ambassador he could be.

Kelsie lead him out the market place and towards the park. They had visited the place a few times and it had been fun. The slides, swings, merry-go-round, all of it.

Probitas paused for a moment as he heard a repetitive round of sqeeks. His hand pulled Kelsie to a halt as well, keeping a tight grip on her. She started to protest and question him, but caught wind of the sound coming from the direction he was staring at.

The source soon showed itself as a chubby greycat came slinking through an alley way. With each step it took a slight squeak wouldemit from its muzzle. It trotted in a halfrun, veering towards the young namekian and his female friend as the feline saw them. In the chubby kitty's maw was an entire roasted chicken.

Probitas couldn't help but laugh at the sight and Kelsie joined in, for the cooked bird was at least twice the size of the cats head,yet the cat had a strong bite on its meal. The cat had been branded the original name, Squeaky, forit's involuntary noise it made with movment. When probitas had first seen the feline he hadcalled it Squeaky Kitty.

Now the cat was taking a slight detour from feasting on it's meal to squeak by and awkwardly nuzzle the two companions. Probitas knelt down to pet the fluffy smooth fur and feel the low vibrations of the cats skipping purr. The cats loving was short lived as Squeaky's ears perked up in the direction from which he came. A quartet or teenagers came rambling through only pausing to spot the location of their target, the squeaky kitty.

The boy in the lead pointed in their direction and, full chicken in mouth, Squeaky darted away keeping its namesake as it squeaked away as fast as he could. The young boys yelled and hollered as they started after the feline.

Kelsie was quick to act and stuck her foot out as the first boy ran by, hooking his ankle just enough to force the leader to stumble. The trio behind him were right on his heels and slammed into each other in an accordian effect. THe four couldn't retain their balance and quickly collapsed on top of each other in a pile of tangled bodies. THe young girl giggled as she covered her outh to stiffle her mischevioous laugh.

Probitas looked after her in amazement as she winked at him before trning her attention back to the quartet. They scrambled to their feet, their faces red with seething anger as they turned to Kelsie, "Why the heck did you do that for?"

The young blonde feigned a shocked expression," What do you mean? I ain't did nothin'!"

Yes you did! You tripped me!" The boys scowl was showing more and more with each passing moment,

"Nu-uh! You tripped over your own feet, you big footed bafoon! I was trying to get out your way but you still almost ran into me and Probitas! Instead of accusing us, you should be apologizing and saying 'thank you!'"

It was as if then Probitas appeared and became noticed by the four. Perhaps if Kelsie hadn't mentioned him, they would have overlooked the namekian all together. Probtias had watched the verbal spat in silence and amusement up to that point and merely flashed a smile as the boy looked in his direction.

"I'm not telling that goblin anything", snarled the boy as he looked back to Kelsie. "and since when did you become a goblin lover anyways? I heard the rumors but didn't beleive it. But now I've seen it all"

Kelsies face went red as her hands balled up, "He's not a goblin! He's a Namek, stupid. His father helped us, remember?"

Ha! you're right. He's probably the remnants of a goblins's defication." THe boy's cronies laughed at the insult and Kelsie was getting more flushed by the moment. "And we didn't need that scum's help. We are a ninja village. I bet Lady Tsunade was hoping he'd die without having to get her hands dirty."

Probitas tried to take it all in. He understood that he and his father were being insulted by the teenager, but he wasn't sure what to do. His brothers, Reatus, Dante, or Triumpht would have probably stopped him mid sentence. Krosst would have mocked and copied the young boy as he trolled him constantly. His father, Retane, Probitas had to to pause and wonder what he would do. The young namek hardly knew his father. He had met him breifly after his hatching and was able to keep in contact with Retane, via the Data Verse. Probitas knew the stories and his father's demeanor, but what he would do in this situation was an enigma. THe proud namekian might have ignored the boy's ignorance, or perhaps made him eat his words.

Probitas didn't have to think on it for to long as Kelsie had heard enough and socked the boy in the nose. THe teenagers hands went up to his face as he howled and reeled back in pain. Blood seeped through the cracks of his fingers as tears and poured from closed eyes to mix with thick fluid. The boy's companions watched the spectical take place before finally decing to take action.

Th ey moved forward, arms stretched outward in attempt to grab at both, Probitas and Kelsie. The young namek, wide-eyed, was about to put his hands up when a flash of light and shadow appeared before his eyes and a split moment later a figure stood in between the two parties. THe Spawn of Retane looked on at the figure, recognizing the outfit as a uniform of the shinobi. His arm outstretched, stopping the oncoming teenagers in their tracks. The Namekian tried to identify the ninja from the back, but was unsure if he had ever seen him before.

"what seems to be the problem here?" The voice of the shinobi was coll and collected. He was addressing the boys.

"S-she hit me", stammered the leader, through the hands grasping at his face.

"Why did she do that?" THe ninja questioned on.

\"Because I told her the truth!" THe boy was defiant and beleived every word he said.

"And what was the truth?" Still the ninja remained calm and in control.

"That we never needed that thing's father's help and we dont need it here either!" THe ring leader had pointed at Probitas as he mentioned him. Probitas felt confused and unsire of what he had done to generate such malice from the boy.

The shinobi turned his head to look at the young namek for a moment. As he did, Probitas noticed that he wore a mask of the ANBU Black-Ops. Who ever the ninja was, the Spawn of Retane wouldn't learn his identity today. Kelsie had told him about the special ninja. THey hid their identities so that their enemy would not know them. Sadly, neither would those that were greatful for their help.

"So let m get this straight", the shinobi started as he turned back to the boys. "You decide to speak your own opinion for the village as if you, yourself, were the Morikage was a scary thought to him and his comrades. "Then perhaps you should stick to attempting to steal a cooked mean from roaming cats, and not stating your personal thoughts as others', Yes?"

The bloodied leader nodded.

"Then be on your way."