[b]Marco[/b]

The snow was falling outside Marco's window, he was hoping the sun would breakthrough, but he had since long abandoned the hope of sunny weather. Marco was still awake as he heard voices, one particular voice. “Marco, come on, wake up!” The woman yelped, gently poking the red haired shinobi, whom scuffed, as he slowly opened his eyes, the eyepatch covering the right eye. “It's my dad, if he finds you here he's going to kill you. Run!” She urged, as Marco quickly realized what was going on. “Oh crap.” He let out, rather relaxed as the girl was picking his clothes off of the floor, throwing his shirt and jacket onto the red haired boy, whom got dressed, without stressing. That is, until he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Honey, I got newly baked bread and fresh Orange juice for you, princess.” The senior shinobi said as he was about to open the door into the girl's bedroom. Marco was putting his leather boots onto his feet when the door swung open, his jacket still on the bed. “Crapbaskets..” He let out as he grabbed the jacket, her father cursing and coming towards him. He turned around and grabbed his hand around his sword sheath with the blade in it, turning around towards the girl and winking at her. “See you later, [I] my love.i[/i]” Turning towards the jounin. “Smell ya later.” He then leaned backwards and rolled out of the window. Four stories below him, there was a pile of snow which he gracefully landed in, and rolled out of, quickly dodging into the passing crowd and blending in, so that the jounin chasing him would have to give up the chase.

Marco stopped to ask for the time of a local shopkeeper, where he also bought some fruit for breakfast. The Yukigakure world famous Snowberries, as big as apples, looking like strawberries. They were incredibly tasty, their taste much sweeter than the horrible weather, Marco thought.

He would head towards the exercise field to grab some exercise, walking into seclusion, he heard something behind him. Soon he heard quiet taps behind him, like someone, or something, was coming towards him. He began turning around, his hand on Eva's handle. When he came about half towards turning around, he was knocked back a few feet by the weight of the three girls whom had all thrown themselves at him.

“Whoa there Zu, Zi, Zo!” He yelped, all three of them hugging him, before quickly stepping backwards “W-We're sorry, Marco-Sama. We were just so happy to see you, we haven't seen you since yesterday!” The oldest one, Zu, one year older than Marco, said. Marco was one for telling people's intentions, but these three, he never could quite figure out.

“You made me think there was someone else coming behind me, I'm heading to train in the fields.” Marco told the three, as he turned heel and began walking towards the field, when suddenly he heard some rustling in the brushes. “Girls. One surpirse a day is plenty.” Marco said, waving the girls off. “Uh, Marco-Sama, that wasn't us”. And before Marco could react the growling of the tiger was heard as the tiger lunged at Marco, knocking the genin to the ground, where he skidded for a few seconds, before crawling back to his feet.

“Didn't know the circus was in town!” He shouted, drawing his sword and taking his battle stance, blade forward, left hand holding his side. 
“Come here pussycat!” The tiger growled as it charged at Marco again, whom quickly tapped to the side, dodging the tiger's charge, the girls cheering hyperventilating something about how cool Marco was for fighting a tiger.
The tiger lunged at Marco, faster than before, much faster in fact. Marco could only take one step to the side, leading to the paw hitting him in the side, sending him sliding onto the snow with a big bruise. Marco began climbing towards his feet, his hand on the blade when the tiger charged again. Marco tried to protect himself with the blade, to deflect the animal's jaws, but much to his surprise, the tiger didn't try and bite him, instead, he tackled him, tackled him onto his back, where Marco held on for deer life, holding onto the tiger's fur to keep himself on the animal's back, holding his sword up into the air, leading to a very magestic mental image for the girls. All of which shouted “Marco is riding a freacking tiger!”. But that was all Marco heard before the tiger set off with him on his back, he himself hanging on as tightly as he could. 

They arrived on the field Kato had ordered to take Marco to, the tiger stopping without any warning, sending Marco flying through the air out of the bushes, Marco slid on the ground for a moment before he quickly scrambled to his feet, standing right in front of his teammates and sensei, looking towards the bushes, he quickly got into his battle pose. “I'll make a carpet out of you, ya big kitty!” He shouted towards the tiger, that now walked out of the bushes aloof, heading towards Kato.

It wasn't until now that he realized what was going on. This was his teammates, and the guy in front of him was Byakuyo Kato, most likely the best swordsman in the entire village, Marco didn't care much for politics or nobility, but a good swordsman was always on his radar. The tiger obviously belonged to him, given how it walked towards the jounin very calmly.

 “Uh. Good morning.” Marco said, chuckling, putting his blade back into it's sheath. “Nice cat you have there, Byakuyo-Sensei.”