Something that go bump in the night(Open)

[Hyouden]

The night had long since sight the moon slowly rising in the sky like a lovely arch of color watching it slowly move towards the middle of the sky from a window within the academy. Pale light spilling around her figure but nothing was seen she stood almost parallel to the window's glare no one would see her even if they did they'd have to come in to actually physically meet her. Tiny fingers were lacing together as if forming the hand-signs normal people would use to create a fire-jutsu but nothing would ever come out her figure soon backing away from the sheen of the window to reveal herself to the world her name was Hyouden and this was her story

A young foxy youth was standing among the darkness of the night just inviting something to come and play and make a tiny gamble with the creatures of the night as well as herself. A demon of the night. A tiny one but that was besides the point moving swiftly for her age. Lovely luscious locks of lavender hair was dancing on the tiny gusts of wind spiraling around her figure as she moved to another window focusing her hands placed against it with a sudden surge of chakra through her hands she'd pushed. The glass would slowly give way opening allowing some of the light to come in naturally not being amplified by the glass of the window Her hair still was bound with a lovely scarlet ribbon of silk slowly her hand would fly upwards to it. Feeling the lose night that was just holding her hair in place giving it a quick jerk to one side the fabric pulled tight for a moment but then suddenly it'd begin to let itself go quickly sliding undone in her hand being pulled at by the wind as if it was a living being trying to up-root itself from her grasp not that she intended to let go those features took on the apperence of innocent but yet they appeared so corrupted at night just by moonlight some would say she was fright. Her lips were slowly placed together licking one another in an innocent fashion the dry air of the night seemed to both her slightly.

A silky pair of ears were being tickled by the light bursts of the wind flowing int through the window occasionally causing her ears to stir gently as if being tickled by invisible hands. The sensation or the thought of having her ears scratched just gently raised a primal urge to mewl in her stomach the vocal cords in there were just gently vibrating as she stood there the silky fur on the ears she had poised nicely on the top of her head in an almost comical way that made many people snicker and smile until they realized they were real she was called a demon because of her kekkai genkai but the fact that she wasn't a demon which really did hit home they were insulting a young child for no reason. The light lavander hairs stirred them self. As a gentle breeze of the wind coiled around. Features of her face would slowly come into view her eyes had closed against the light feeling it burned slight against her retina from going from the darkness to the light but slowly both of her eyes would begin to just gentle peek from behind their lids. Those long lashes curled upwards and down making them appear all but an elegant extension. Just gently rubbing her one eye while the other remained close one that was open was incidentally her right eye which slowly began to reveal it was multi-colored and the insignia upon her eye was the rose of the sea something she had been born with just gently gazing outwards the way her eyes appeared it looked like someone had taken white orbs and painted them a luscious sea color the greens,blues and grays mixed together so neatly it was like it had been planned out by Picaso himself.

Slowly her hand gently faded away from her one eye gently the feeling of something pressuring against the tiny surface would slowly fade away her left would slowly open the way it did instantly those who would feel her gaze upon them it was nothing but mixes of the color of fire the gentle nature it held thought it was like a snake was being charmed the gaze lingered on the ground below before a gentle kiss to the wind was given as she slowly stepped away from the window leaving it open to tell others she was hear moving towards the back of the room her movements were very precise and eligent moving to the back something was being retried vials of something and her book-bag just gently walking out of the room she'd head towards the music room of the academy just gently finding the piano in the corner. Gently running her smooth hands against the surface of the wood the smell of oak,pine and other scents rose to her nose. Looking at the window. Her other facial features were revealed her tiny lips and rather small nose. Her lips were a lovely crimson color obvious from some type of lip-make up probably a type of balm or something and a grin slowly came across her face. THe teeth she processed were demented looking each aligned perfectly most have human appearance for the most part except the razor sharp tips made for tearing and maining flesh and meat just gently that smile would fade moving to the piano sitting in front of it. Gently the wooden key guard was lifted her hands slowly weaving along the surface of the keys not pushing on them but more or less gently skimming them. A tiny memory of hearing music played iner her mind just gentle placing her hand on the first note C just gently pushing down slowly her hands moved fluidly going to play a song called God-knows her voice just gently silenced but a humming would begin she couldn't play extremely well but due to her hearing heard the notes that occured when she just brushed the keys.

"Tonight I Shall play the nights eternal rhaspody"

[Uchiha Saizo]

The resounding steps became a slow beat as he worked his way in the obsidian veil of the night. There was little light from the lamps, a gentle breeze made the flames flicker and almost go out. Rounding a corner he buried his hands into his pockets, he wasn't in a rush in fact he had nowhere to go at all. He was just wandering, his only companion was the moon slowly moving along with him as he pressed on. It was a quiet night, so it was rare to hear the ominous tone of a piano resounding from the Academy.

He followed the serenade to the front gates, and pushed them open gently. The front doors were as usual locked this late at night, so he slipped in an open window into a classroom. A stream of light was daring to pierce the darkness, as he entered. The music was louder now, and easier to follow. As if making a path he followed the notes to the music room.

There sat a girl with a scarlet ribbon, accenting her lavender hair. He watched her hands creep slowly along the piano and press gently on the notes. The only odd thing about her was a pair of ears. An alopecoid in a sense. His voice broke the melody.

"A little late to be in here, is it not?"

[Hyouden]

Her hands kept moving along the piano keys she didn't plan to stop not in the middle of the symphony of the night her hands traveling quickly weaving through the darkness and light like a pair of spider legs the way they moved was rather eerie lines of her finger seemed to appear from the adjustment of the light and the speed she moved them the faint out-lines of her hands would linger in the air for a couple moments before fading away like the music she was playing slowly the cry from the piano would begin to weaken like it was dying till it fell silent as the dead. Something she sometimes wished she was just gently turning around to greet the other.First thing she realized was he was male she wasn't a sexist she just didn't like men. Her eye twitched in an almost freakish way the other would probally notice her hands were clenched together tightly and an occasionally muscle spasm would cause her arm to twitch rather wildly. Her voice remained silent though like an esper of the night not yet ready to take the eternal flight her lips gently played her tounge obviously she was wetting her lips the red crimson lip-balm held fast just sitting there for a few moments before she turned away the other wasn't one person she'd talk. She did have a social disorder. As the other spoke changes occurred
He had walked out of the darkness and into the fox's den. Her ears slowly pressed them selves to her hair disappearing into those luscious lavender locks digging themselves under all the hair they could find tuning out half of his voice but still it was loud enough for her to hear. Tiny features of her body seemed to be receding from the room she feared people and this man had entered her domain her sancutary without even a simple request in her eyes that was just disrespectful her voice wouldn't ring out. Instead she'd reached into her bag finding a rather large canvas of paper she carried around finding a barrage of colored pencils that she carried around. She could use these simple colored pencils to turn anything into a master-piece by a child and most adult standards.

Adjusting her figure so that some of the light poured down around her sitting there the kimono she wore gently quivering for a moment sliding up her sleeve for a second black and blue could be seen on her arms. There wasn't any way that was natural. They appeared to be recent like sometime within the last week but as quickly as they had been given birth they would fade away maybe she wasn't here because of choice but because she needed to come here to survive or to protect herself. Her hands clutched the pencils focusing on the sceneary suddenly her eyes went wide like she was under some kind of trance focusing chakra into her brain the world around her faded away for a moment she was channeling them to her brain's image receptors focusing the darkness of the room would fade away and the other's body did as well for a few moments before they appeared in a festival like scenary or atleast that is what her brain was seeing. For a moment she'd hold that image and began to a work on the sketch she had. Tiny hands grabbing the first color she possess gently drawing the background the kanji on the japanese lattern the color of the lights and flames from the candles just from that she had given birth to the tiny background of the festival of the night. One that was normally made someone to curl in the eternal night with fright. Slowly her hands dropped the red the image fading away still memorized she looked up at the other he had been in it but his appearance wasn't what someone would expect to see from an eight year olds drawing. Focusing she'd placed it down she had grabbed a lovely scarlet color drawing an outfit covering the body but the way the kimono contoured it was showing that this figure had muscles and they were lean but also that he had something else a heart the way that her pencil fused with the paper like ink running down a scroll. Soon her hands flew to the next color just gently grabbing a light pink slowly drawing symbols on the outfit of the other just gently pushing the tip down tiny energy exerted from her body a tiny bit of chakra it would focus the tip of her pencil becoming more like a liquid for just a moment allowing it to form a perfect heart along the outfit the way they were adjusted they seemed to move occasionally but it was a mere illusion of the eye.

The hearts appeared to pull together to make or spell something they made a rose a symbol of Beauty,Royalty and Sophistication. Her hands slowly grabbed a pale color just gentle beginning to sketch the other's face details being capture every tiny detail that was imaginable. The way his eyes curved or twisted the way his pupil were made the ut-most tiny details were made.to be captured her hands were weaving like someone who was Arachne. Tiny pink lips were drawn on the man as she looked up once more at his eyes she couldn't see the true color but like most men in the village they had brown or blue eyes focusing she'd chose at that moment to go with blue since it seemed to spark a tiny bit of happiness within the child grabbing a lovely light blue gently coloring in the eye for the other and then the other the nose itself seperated for a moment the way one of the hands were extended it looked like it was going to just come out of the picture itself a rather un-nerving progress yet at the same time awe-inspiring. Tiny wooden sandals were slowly drawn connecting to the socks of the other's feet just gently the crease in the other's sock was very evident like a shadow of the night. Tiny shadows being cast off onto the ground she was wondering would the other get one of the messages she was sending the gently hands dropped the pencil she was working with grabbing a moon-colored pencil gently sketching the heavenly moon in the sky tiny stars being drawn along the side she had used a glitter pencil for the stars so they sparkled when the light hit them it was an amazing moment everything seemed so real for moments some people would feel as if they weren't even on the plane of existants but on a simple place of dreams and a symphony of the night one that seemed to grab the times by the rein and hold them tight freezing the world around them for moments at times.

She'd focused her own figure being drawn a lovely child with long hair going down her back but she was far-away from many of the other people who seemed to be hovering around as the other things filled into the background blinding lights and lovely stands with food that had steam rising from the baskets many people would of swore it was a photo-graph or some type of memory. The way her eyes were drawn they seemed to run together like a spiral of never ending color that would just gently cascade around the regions of her eye a single black dot hovered in the middle of each eye just hovering there like a shadow in the morgue just waiting there to be closed but then just to be reopened the way her figure just stood there it was eerie. No smile adored her face just a tiny frown that seemed to be interlaced with something which would soon be rather clear the way her hands wove together just playing along the page. Hands folding together nicely in the image nails coated with a light shade of red which seemed to remind many of the color of blood.

Her outfit appeared to be just hovering in the wind as her figure remained buried deep within the outfit. The kimono that was being just dangling on the weind

[Uchiha Saizo]

There was a complete silence, except for the flowing of the pencil along the page he got the occasional glimpse and could see himself. This child was a prodigy of the arts, every detail was captured about his profile. In the picture however, his eyes were a light blue. In reality his eyes were black, lifeless. As he watched slowly she drew hearts on his clothes, that bonded together to create a rose. He remained relatively still, watching as she finished him and moved on to drawing herself. Those eyes, were simply mesmerizing. In the drawing, she was far away from the other people all alone. The people in the drawing crowded around restaurants and the like.

He approached slowly, and sat on the piano bench beside her. His eyes were still fixed on the drawing. He watched her hands weave around the drawing, colouring in the finest details. Only stopping for a moment to clutch another colour and begin again. This wasn't normal for a young child, this was better than almost everyone in the village. Up close he could see that her eyes really were unique. One seemed to be the colour of flames, and the other was the sea.

The night was slowly pulling away, but not enough to become noticeable. The sky however, was becoming a dark shade of gray. For only a few moments his eyes went from the drawing to the sky, the moon present in both. When his gaze returned to the drawing it had already progressed so much. The detail was such that it appeared almost as a photograph.

"Where did you learn to draw like this? It's amazing."

He worried about breaking her concentration on the drawing, but he had to start some conversation. The poor girl seemed shy, and almost alienated from the rest of society. He noticed that she hid her ears when he came in the room, he didn't think of those ears as odd or anything. A small smile had spread across his face.

[Hyouden]

The gentle caress of her pencil was bringing her comfort for a moment in the silence of the room the other's voice sounded like a canon-blast to her ears her hands flowing together like they were going to form a hand seal but they let the pencil that she was holding just gently slid from her grasps the wood just gently sliding through her fingers as if it was simple made of some type of liquid falling harmless to the ground. Her hands were clutched together the sound of cracking echoed loudly in the room. Her knuckles had popped when she squeezed her hand after keeping them in one position for so very long the silence in the room reminded many of the dead. In all truth this girl was dead a mere phantom bound to this earth by a strand of life. She no longer wished to exist her life was truly worse then many people could imagine hands flowing together once more grabbing a pure black pencil one that reminded many of the cold-sickly hands of death.

Shadows were being drawn around her tiny figure in the picture each one seemed to take a strange shape one that almost appeared to be human. The first shadow was obviously a woman the curves of the body seemed to give it away but none of the features on her body were clear except for one the ears and tail of the woman that held high above her body but the way that it appeared it looked as if she couldn't place a face or anything else on the figure many believed this was an illusion she saw. That shadow was her mother one person in the world she had never gotten to meet since she died at her birth just seconds after she was born. A memory that had yet to surface in her mind. A tiny kanji was placed below the mysterious figure. A kanji that normally would bring happiness into any child's heart but in her case it only brought a strange empty feeling a long prolonged sorrow of the world. The kanji that she had chosen was the term which in their language would mean commonly mother. It also had something next to it a strange almost cryptic writing one that she couldn't even read. Maybe it was her mind's perception of the name it was Rinoa but it came out in a backwards way like it had been written on a mirror. For some reason it seemed to hold the child's attention for a few moments just gently running her hands down teh feature of the shadow as if it was going to come to life.

Soon her hands moved across the paper just gliding across it soon another figure was being drawn each at the side of Hyouden. Each one no really features were given it was if each of these images were coming from a place void of her true thoughts. This one appeared much more gruesome a sword was rammed through the chest of the male who she had drawn the shadowy features made the sword appear so very sinister a trace of crimson dripping from the blade like it was a real event. It truly was in her mind the feature of the man had a long flowing hair from the appearance of the shadows that were being drawn the way they seemed to meld to the page it appeared so real yet so distant to the child's reach a gentle quake of sad-ness flew through her body obviously this was something that was lying dormant within her body something that her mind was trying to shut her off from but she was probing past the barriers her mind was aligning it was so truly strange. Slowly the kanji below him was a name that was really Xiao Meng Li but came out completely backwards in a very fancy fashion her hands let the pencil fall from her hands like she was shocked just slowly standing up for a moment revealing something the other would probably just notice that the girl also had a tail which was lowered not a good sign since normally it'd wag or at least twitch like an almost painful way to see it.

The picture was done yet still she wouldn't speak.

[Uchiha Saizo]

The obsidian black pencil moved flowing along the paper. Two shadows were created before his eyes, the first he assumed was her mother. The second was a man with a blade plunged through him, crimson blood splattered along the blade. He didn't question which figure that was, it was her father. He was pretty sure of it, but why would she want him dead?

A smile spread across his face until his eyes were even themselves smiling, his black eyes lost in the darkness of the room. As she stood up, he remained seated taking one last look at the drawing. He could put the pieces together, she was obviously a very shy girl. The hiding of the ears, the drawings and being in the academy this late at night. Something had happened to make her not like social encounters.

"Hey, you can let your ears out. I think they are pretty neat, to be honest."

If he had to take a few minutes away from his duty to help this girl, so be it. But, she still hadn't said a thing. He was beginning to think that his efforts would go unrewarded and that she would remain silent.

[Hyouden]

Another moment passed before she'd reached down once more fishing through her pencils grabbing something that appeared to be a gray pencil a figure was drawn it was her father that she had now the way he was drawn was with a sickle placed to his neck obviously he wasn't going to last long if she grew up to hate him much more if the other saw her arms and back he'd know why she thought so very little of the man. Her figure remained still her eyes slowly would begin to shift through her hair like an archers arrow through the night just gently peircing through the locks of lavander

She wasn't afraid as before just leaving the paper there standing up she'd leaft it there just watching it lay there the way the light flew across it the message was clear soon her figure moved quickly through the air around her soon she'd be upon the gentle thing called the piano hands moving over the smooth wood once more she didn't want to speak quiet yet because of the fact they she was afraid of many things and talking to her father in any way shape or form resulted in a blow being delt to her. THe other might notice something as she sat there on the piano bench the gentle hands flying across the keys the tips of her nails barely brushed against the keys but tiny scratch marks appeared.

Her hands head would soon lay upon the tiny keys her head was relaxing for a moment the dull notes that flew around them would ring loud and clearly his hand would gently coil around the other's wrist obviously she was curious to the other if this was all a dream to see someone like him here was ackward her grip tightened for a few moments obviously it was real her hands didn't sink through if the other saw the pictures they'd realized that there was a differnece between the father and the step father she lived with her hands gently reached into her book-bag fishing round she found her bento-box just gently placing it near the other opening it.

She'd get a rice-ball gently chewing on it.

[Uchiha Saizo]

Again he sat in silence, watching the pencil trace a scythe to the figures neck. She hated her father, but what could a father possibly do to earn so much hatred from a girl at such a young age. One thing was for sure, he wasn't a true man. To earn so much hatred, you would have to be a coward. He shifted uncomfortably, and slowly picked up the drawing as she stood up. He looked at it for only a moment, before placing it back on the dark wooded piano bench.

More notes resounded as she sat back down and layed her head down, he watched her hands as they slowly clutched his arm. Before sinking into her bag and pulling out a small box. With divided sections where different food was placed, she put it in front of him open. He slowly took a rice roll, like she had and began chewing. As he ate he noticed small scratch marks on the ivory piano keys, from when she had been playing.

"You can talk you know, I won't bite."

[Hyouden]

"Why does a bird fly? Does it fly to escape the tarnish of our simple world or does it learn to fly to survive the on going on-slaughts of the world"

Her voice would finally ring from her throat flying clearly through the air like the blade of a sword containing an almost eerie sweet-ness to the voice that she possess many would say for such a strange and dark depressed child her voice betrayed the truth. Her voice seemed to have a very sweet melodic ring though and flowed through the air like hot-honey just dripping through the area around them spreading outwards rapidly as soon as it escaped her tiny lips but that was all she would say for a while or so she had begun to think. Her body seemed to go extremely pale for a moment her grip on the other's wrist just gently faded from the other's flesh in such a ghostly fashion many had begun to think she was simple just dead to begin with. Hand lingering in the air for a few moments before something had enticed her attention her hands falling gently to her side but the figure on the paper had something appear under it like ghost had written it or merely it was a delayed reaction. Slowly a very fancy cursive text appeared it was the word step-father but the world beside it was Naraku which began to translated into the word that meant demon. It had been chakra which brought that word to life her pencil had touched that spot but pressed just lightly enough to allow a slightly delayed reaction.

Her figure was slowly moving from her spot on the bench but the way she moved it was like something was holding her back like she feared going into the giant rays of light that would seemingly light her path but soon her figure would just gentle leave the bench behind. Her tail brushing the spot where she had once been. A thin layer of dust that had come from her clothing being swept high into the air for a few moments her figure lingered there as if she was getting ready to part from this world just gentle moving towards the window her movements were slow and pro-longed like she was going to die or something because of the way she moved many people thought she was simply reincarnated from a dead decaying corpse. A gentle smile came across her face but she completely stopped moving when a gentle shaft of light would begin to dance across her figure. Her movements seemed to be much slower like the light was binding her to her place it wasn't she just didn't move very quickly in the darkness because of her own body and the fact if she moved to fact her sleeves might come up to high and reveal her own little secret of why she feared her father. Her tiny features seemed all but angelic in the light that surrounded her figure in an angelic veil but for some reason the light hurt her in more way then one. They say you should fear what lies in the darkness but in her case she evoked the darkness it allowed her to hide from her father she had now and protect herself with such great ease it was so much easier for her figure to move among the shadows. Her muscles were tensed now and each movement caused her a slight figment of pain

Breathing became a little labored for a moment as if she feared being found but then she remembered some-one was here to help her if the journey proved to tough slowly the light slid down her figure revealing her nails they changed colors from the light's structure hitting the crystals that were coating her nails for a few moments they turned a lovely blue the color of sad-ness her figure shook for a few moments before the shadows once more swallowed her innocent figure. The moon was a figure of innocent being enticed by the darkness of the night. Feeling the gentle feeling of the moon being swallowed like this child's innocent but why many people wondered as the moon completely disappeared behind a veil of shadows. The wispy clouds still visible from the light behind them her figure moved elegantly across the floor the wood holding a slight warmth the rice-ball she had been eating still in her one hand falling gently to the ground like she had lost total interest in it. Her lips pursed together in a innocent fashion as she got closer to the window her figure holding still in front of it for a few moments the creaking of the wind blowing against the soft-surface of the glass and the panes that supported it bringing a happy smile from the light wind for a moment the glass slid inwards the whole frame shifting towards the child but she'd soon was on her tippy-toes just gently pushing on the wood it slid back into the the place her figure trying to reach the hatch that kept it closed for a few moments she kept trying to get it her finger just barely brushing it before she flicked her finger hitting it just right it flew out of it's socket landing harmlessly on the other side the window being bushed inwards by another gentle wind smiling for a moment for just that few seconds she smelt the scent of rain on the wind it was a truly relaxing thing. For a second the whole world was quiet before the audible creek as she pushed the window open the panes sliding to the side of the building.

The wind slowly swept into the building curling around her figure. Gentle wisps of wind would slowly fly along her hair for a few moments it would just gently shift upwards the smell of rain filled her nostrils relaxing her muscles the rain normally was a lovely thing but then the wind picked up. Her un-bound hair flying around her like a snake wisping around her those lavender locks just flowing the scent of jasmine filled the air and some flowers that she had hidden in her hair blowing around the room the petals just gently littering around the ground smiling with a gentle intent. Her hair lifted up revealing something she had tiny marks around her neck before a luscious golden chain came into view it was obvious from just the way the chains were made they weren't made for a male. Since the melding was tiny and fine meaning it was meant to blend into the skin of a woman. Sliding along in random places there were tiny little sea-shells that seemed to adore the area around her. The way she just stood there innocently.The necklace spun gently in the front of it her hand slid around it. Her fist curling over the geode that made up the pendant. It was a clear layer of quarters that had been rounded off into a lovely clear orb and polished not to mention chakra enhanced. It was so it didn't break but by no means was it ever meant to be a weapon. The crystal inside was a lovely sapphire that was created in mixed minerals making it fused in colors the gentle color of pink and blue melded together so haplessly it was her one true memento from her mother besides the book of sketches of the other villages she had been around which she kept tucked away the one's she visitied was Kohona itself and Iwa. But each were during a festival. With all types of flowers pressed in the books that held them. Each one had a few faces one of all caught her eye the one of a self-sketch the one she could say held the appearance of all the shadows she called mother but the face had long since been wiped away.

Tiny hands closed over one another. Against the pendant a gentle song wrong in her ears by chakra that lay in her hands. It was a melody the stone held a lovely voice rung in her ears alone. The chakra in her hand would just gently radiate a faint warmth into her hand as the stone produced it just gently keeping one of her tiny hands coiled over her crystal necklace a gentle sound of the mother's voice rung in her ears singing a tiny lulla-by like she had been singing before her birth an occasional sound of rain-dropping in the background would pierce her ears from behind the voice like it had been done during a storm. Was that why this child loved the rain as the wind swept around her figure the gentle sleeves of her kimono flaring into a life like stage the ribbions on her sleeves being tugged at for a few moments then they slowly would begin to unravel falling to the ground a scarlet ribbion from each side just gently raining to the ground like blood. It was true she wore the colors of death like she expected her own to come some-time soon. For a few seconds the sleeves clung to her flesh within the clothing before the wind faded slowly they began to slid but she was still entranced by the music only one came down completely revealing what most would expect to be extremely pale flesh but it wasn't pale it was black and blue. Bruises adored the arm that he could see like tiny little droplets of rain would adore the ground after a storm maybe this was why she though so little of her father why she would rather plundge a blade into his cold heart for destroying her slowly. Most of the bruises appeared strange some taking the form of a male's fist and an adult's fist at the and some took the form of the sheath of the sword a wooden sheath obviously since there were tiny little resedues like a tiny bit of sap which clung to her skin obviously she had come here no long ago since she didn't appear tired or maybe she just slept here to.

The way she just stood there. It was like she felt no pain at all her arm tightned though slowly the rain began to gentle slid down to the ground at first a light drizzle flowing to a loud thundering down pour in mere moments standing there some of the water blowing in on her sprinkling the front of her figure her face mainly and some of her hair but it didn't go much farther then where she stood from the way the windows were. The rain was like the tears this child could no longer muster for herself. Slowly her buttom lip quivered but she just stood there innocently.

[Uchiha Saizo]

"No, a bird flies out of nature. It flies to reach a dream. If it flew to avoid all the trouble of the world, well then it would never land."

He was stuck watching on that bench, as she waltzed over to the window and cracked it open. The rain was light at that moment, but wind was invited in and swirled about the room. He took notice of a brightly coloured pendant strung around her neck, but her hands then clasped around it. It disappeared into the darkness. His attention went back to the bento-box that was opened in front of him. He put the lid slowly back on, and gently put it in her bag.

He held the drawing in hand again, taking a look at the writing below. He knew where he hatred lied, why she was so opposed to men. With a gentle sigh he put it back on the bench, and stood up. He took a small folded piece of paper from his pocket, borrowing two of her crayons. He drew something quickly, and put the paper away again.

His eyes caught a glimpse of the disconcerting bruises. He knew what it was now, an abusive father. A problem that the military police would probably investigate. Right away he knew this man was no proud shinobi, a true man would never lay a hand on his daughter. He averted his gaze to the drizzling rain outside. A light mist had managed to find it's way into the building, through the open window. He walked to the window with her, and peered out into the night. It was slowly becoming morning, the night was fading away.

[Hyouden]

Watching the tendrils of mist seeping from the ground upwards and slowly entering the room. The tiny mist particles swirling around their figure enveloping everything. The room created more mist since it was much warmer in here then it was outside just due the building structure slowly they were being enveloped by the mist. As if it was asking them to play a game a little dare from the world to them a tiny grin would begin to just gently play across the innocent features of the child. The way she appeared at the moment was as if she was coming from the world of the dead themselves the way the mist swirled around her it was like a miasma. The cold moisture of the air dancing across her skin caused tiny little bumps to begin to form across her flesh as if beckoning something forward from the world.

Her eyes would remain on the outside the night was going to fade away and slowly become part of the day. An eternal sonata with no requiem. While her heart played her an eternal melody. With no mercy her heart plucked the strings that made up her life. The rythem that she moved to. The way she would survive all controlled by a simple beat. One that all in the world would slowly begin to meet. Her hands clenched tightly feeling the relaxing presence of the other her nails digging into the wood with real-a-tive ease. The wood particles stinging the flesh of her hand as she pulled her hand back little droplets of blood dripped from her hand not even paying attention from the harsh stinging feeling in her hands she just stood there silently watching the mist the world around her was changing the question was would she adapt to these strange changes and become one of the proud shinobi or would she be crippled for life. Her eyes watered for a moment shaking her head not from the pain was she about to cry but the thought of her future. Those tiny tear drops came from her eyes as she shook they flung into the mist falling to the ground like a dead corpse.

For a second she felt something tugging at the back of her mind for once in her life she wasn't alone her tail swishing gently between her legs disturbing the very essence of the mist making it move from side to side as if it was a pendulum of the clock. One thing that was ticking down the seconds she had to live. The clock of the world. Her body ached for a moment dull-throbs coursed through her body as she slowly would allow her legs to turn her around to face the other obviously finally her armor was cracking no longer could she hold up that strong attitude slowly her world was coming apart and this man and many others may just be the life-line she needed to survive feeling the cold mist seep around her clothing clinging to her hair draped down against her back from the rain water that had hit her and the sheer moisture in the air just gently her heart was slowly breaking in two and then something would occur no longer was the world preventing her from crying slowly tiny sniffling noises could be heard like a child with a cold. The sound of a stifled cry and slowly the other would hear it. The sound of a tear-drop hitting against the ground splattering below them the rythemical tears hitting the ground creating a sonata of sorrow. Finally the shell she had long since closed herself in to protect herself was broken like an egg

Her figure faced the other not looking him in the eyes her arms flew outwards coiling around the other the pain in her arms seeming to fade away for a second she truely was happy and a single word would slowly slide from her tiny lips one that would mean alot to any person

"Aniki"

[Uchiha Saizo]

He stood straight feeling rather hopeless to break through to this girl. She was tough as nails, he could see that. But just as that thought had passed by his mind she began to quiver. As he watched tear drops appeared rolling down her cheeks, and she turned to cling to him. One of his arms went around to comfort her, and he held her close to him while she let it all out. After a long while, he broke the hug only to crouch at face-to-face level with her.

At this level a large smile spread across his face, and he put his hands gently on her shoulders. From here he could see the torrent of colour in her eyes, brighter now washed with tears. Two silky ears adorned the top of her head as was now in plain sight. He would protect this girl from the dangers of the world - she had seen much already and he just felt the need to guard her.

"Hey, everything is gonna be alright. Trust me."

[Hyouden]

Tiny tears would still slowly trickle from her eyes sliding down the ivory mask she called her face just gathering her those pink tear-ducts like a dam they'd slowly begin to over-follow her tear-ducts expanding while this occurred until slowly tears began to trickle out of crevasse of her eye just slowly sliding into onto her face wiping the ivory expression away her flesh appearing to ripple where the tear hit obviously just a mere illusion of the eye. Feeling the tear's watery appendage slowly slid down her cheek just gently dropping from her face slowly falling downwards it seemed to be going in slow-motion as it fell splashing down on the ground like a regular droplet but it'd dissolved into the mist becoming unseen her arms remained around the other her had offered her some protection one thing she couldn't say anyone else gave her

"But what about when I have to go home. My father isn't gonna let you observe him."

Her tiny arms muscles tightened for a moment tiny little pains coursed through her her arms as she just stood there hugging the other just smiling in a nice way as her hands would just gently coil around the other the way his hands would just gently find the small of the other's back using the other's higher statue as a rather or more less leverage.