A beautiful day dawned on the leaf village. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, jiraiya was being beaten by an angry mob of konoichi that caught him peeping. The market was bustling with early day traffic as villagers hustled to get groceries. Even music could be heard, quietly growing louder and louder.

"...make him the cutest, that I've ever seen. Give him two lips like roses and clover, then tell him that his lonely nights are over..."
As the music grew louder, the cheerful mood stopped like a wave as everyone watched the source of the music pass. Babies cried, dogs whimpered and the birds vacated to Alaska. A short cut scruffy red head passed through the market. Average in hight for what appeared to be a 14 year old boy, he wore a tan shirt and brown shorts. The most odd piece of accessories the boy carried was the large gourd on the boys back with the sunagakure hitiate wrapped around it. Above the boy's right eye was the kanji for love and around his eyes was a black outline as well as several bags showing the boy hadn't slept in a while. But the emotion on the boys face was what startled the cheer from the market. It was a look of pure rage. The boys eyes were wide and bloodshot, his nostrils flared and his lips were drawn back into a snarl.
Every step he took, the music would play.
"... Sandman, I'm so alone (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Don't have nobody to call my own (bung, bung, bung, bung)
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream..."
The boy screamed in defiance and rage before taking off at a run, which only caused the music to play faster.