Just a little one shot I wrote up in about ten minutes after my brain made a strange metaphor. Enjoy! HAPPY EARLY THANKSGIVING! (I cant wait- my brother's home, my family's coming next week- AND CRANBERRY SAUCE! lol, jk jk.)

Three member of Team 7 had known each other almost all their lives. From the moment they were allowed to go out and play, their age group would gather together. And off to the side were three little figures.

One was only an outcast for a short few years- and only because of petty, childish prejudice.

One lived his entire life on the fringes of polite society- watching, wanting, but forbidden to touch; shunned by kids emulating adult behavior.

One would have been welcome to join the childish games- had he not been a loner by choice and upbringing; awkward in such informal situations.

The final, oldest member of the team had known about two, heard about all of them, and yet knew them not at all.

One was his own teammate's cousin- the teammate he'd never stopped mourning. He was a chance to make things right.

One- was his sensei's legacy. His child? He may never know. He was a symbol for so many things that went wrong.

And the final was a girl: bright, intelligent, and misled. It seems Team 7 always got the bright girls. She was typical example of the next generation, unlike her teammates.

They clashed, they argued, they fought, they battled, they screamed, they bled, they cried, they betrayed. And yet they had an uncanny way of figuring out when the others were in danger, and coming at the last possible second in an unwelcome rescue.

Three had grown up together- the final had the chance to be close to two. They never knew each other; they never really cared, until one day on a bridge when everything just seemed to click.

And from that moment on, come hell or high waters, they'd be connected.

Like a Celtic knot; ongoing, never ending, wrapped around each other's souls. A big circle twisted and intertwined in ways that should be impossible. It was visible for all to see, but few to notice, seemingly random, but with purposeful chaos.

Yes- Team 7 is exactly like a Celtic Knot: amazingly intricate, deceptively simple, and yet impossible to undo completely.