Change of Plans
Silver woke up in his small single person apartment, after stretching the last bit out of sleep from his arms and legs, he got up and walked to the bathroom and started running water for a bath. Heading to the kitchen he placed two pieces of bread into the toaster and poured himself a cup of apple juice, downing it quickly. Once his toast was ready he slathered some jam onto each piece, taking one with him as he checked on his bath water. A few moments later he quickly dressed himself, as he was headed to the door a knock on his window stopped him.
There at his window stood Jiraiya, in his casual green and white kimono shirt, and matching pants, walking over Silver opened the window. “What brings you here this morning Jiri?” the boy had settled on calling the older man this nickname before the end of his first month in the village, and it usually brought a smile to his face as it did now. “Can I come in, I have something the old man wanted me to tell you.” the boy stepped to the side and offered him a seat on his bed, waiting to know what it is Hiruzen had to say vicariously through his friend.
Jiraiya let out a worried sigh as he considered how to word this, none of them had heard of him becoming particularly attached to his class but that didn’t intrinsically mean he wasn’t. “The old man and Lord Hokage have decided that it is best for your development as a shinobi if you are moved into the class that graduates this coming September.” the boy had sat next to him on the bed “September,” he said slowly, “when is September?” his voice wasn’t carrying any hints of sadness which was reliving, he simply sounded qurious. “Hmm, lets see,” he tapped his chin with his pointer finger, “it’s in roughly three months.” silver nodded and looked up from the floor, “I’ll be five in three months.”
Jiraiya smiled and patted the boy on the head, and told him that Orochimaru would be the one to show him to his new class in a few moments, then disappeared in a puff of smoke. Silver didn’t wait for Orochimaru to show up, he just started walking, he was halfway to the school when he noticed the snake like man walking beside him. They didn’t engage in any conversation for the rest of the walk, the boy just followed the slight shift in the anglings of the older Shinobi’s walking gait for the directions to his new class. It was only when he placed his hand on the door to his new class that Orochimaru did anything of note at all, just as he was pulling the door open he felt a hand on his shoulder. The chill from the other man’s touch made him turn his head slightly and hault slightly as he entered the room.