((Both of you are accepted. I'll make the first post, because it takes up too much space to decide who goes first =3='))
'Rika-san, are we going to stay here?' Kurami asked, sitting down her bed. She adorned a yukata and kicked her feet leisurely.
'I'm not sure, but we actually might this time,' Rika replied, brushing her hair.
'Why's that?' the blonde Kunoichi enquired.
'Well, this village used to host the older Kyuubi, a little over a century ago,' Rika explained absent-mindedly.
'Kyuubi? You mean, like the nine-tailed fox Bijuu? What does that have to do with us?' Kurami wondered.
Rika realised her mistake. 'Oh...um...nothing. It just means they must be tolerant if they let a Jinchuuriki reside here.'
'But didn't all the villages have Jinchuuriki?' she asked, halting her kicking.
'Well, sometimes, but the Kyuubi was the most feared,' she explained.
'Ah. I don't think it matters. They're all powerful. I wish I could meet a Jinchuuriki.'
Rika winced a little as Kurami leaned over her bed on her stomach, staring wistfully out the window. There was a moment of silence, and she suddenly had another question.
'Who was the last Kyuubi Jinchuuriki?' she asked.
'Uzumaki Naruto,' Rika replied.
'Wasn't he the Hokage of this village a century and a half ago?' she needed conformation.
'Why, yes. How did you know?' her aunt wondered, shocked that she knew so much about the Kyuubi.
'I studied some of the scrolls at the library yesterday. They were rather interesting, and I wanted to know more about the Hokages,' she replied, turning over onto her back. 'So....who is the Kyuubi today?'
'I think that it's still out rampaging,' Rika replied, now applying make-up.
'Did you know that Uzumaki-sama had lines on his face like me?' she probed.
'No, I didn't,' she lied. 'What a coincidence.'
'It's not a coincidence,' Kurami insisted, her voice dead serious. 'Why won't you tell who the Jinchuuriki is?'
'Because there isn't one, sweetie. It's still out there somewhere,' Rika sat down beside Kurami.
'The Kyuubi's not an it! He's a HE!' she snapped.
Rika snickered a little. 'Why do you say that?'
'Maybe he deserves a little respect,' she growled.
'Sweetie, it's a demon. Demons don't deserve respect.'
Kurami looked at her, eyes stormy. 'Are you saying Jinchuuriki don't deserve respect?'
'No. You act as if Jinchuuriki are demons. That's as rude as it gets,' Rika scolded. 'Don't come out of your room until you've thought this over.'
Rika just wanted an excuse to get out of there, Kurami knew it. There was something she was hiding from her, she wasn't sure what yet, but it had something to do with Jinchuuriki. She got up out of her bed, changed into her ninja outfit. She slipped out of the window and leapt to the next rooftop, proceeding to locate the tallest building. She identified the Hokage's palace-thingy to have the best vantage point, but an even better one would be above the carved faces of the Hokages. There were seven and they were constructing the eighth. The sixth one was of Uzumaki Naruto-and he definitely had those lines on his cheeks like she had.
Kurami's family did come from Konoha originally, but she knew it was more than a coincidence, contrary to Rika's statement. She made her way towards the Hokage's palace via the rooftops so that she would not get muddled in the thick crowds. Finally, she made it to the ladder of construction where they were building the eighth Hokage.
His name escaped her at the moment, but she didn't really care as she climbed up the ladder and climbed to to the crown of the cliffs. She ended up on top of Uzumaki-sama's head. Konoha was really an amazing place; it was so big! How did people find their way so easily?
She wasn't sure where to go first, but then she noticed someone calling to her from down below...