Beach Side

On the sandy shore stands a man, in a hooded and sketchy attire. His clothing flapping in the breeze carrying the light ocean mist which covered this area. This man none other than the assassin, Dante. As he stands here, he watches the crashing waves of the ocean under this morning sky. A state of tranquility is what he is in. Not a care in the world at this moment. It was all about him and this peace. Dante took a deep breath, held it for a second, then exhaled. He had nothing to do right now.

Dante thought about what was going on beneath the ocean, in the parts of the village within that underwater dome. He never liked going down there, he took household on an island surrounding the dome. In fact, the main parts of the village were one these islands, few ever ventured to the dome beneath the sea. Some would call it suicide to live there.

Dante then changed his focus to the sky above. The sun was blocked by clouds that covered the entire sky over this island chain. Dante sometimes wished he could be a cloud. An ironic wish when someone thinks about who Dante is. Dante, at this moment, let himself become one with his surroundings. His chakra suppressed so no one would sense him and find him. His heat signature erased. All of the things someone could use to locate him, gone. He didn't want to be bothered at this moment. The mist all around him even thickened to obscure him from passerby's sight. A man shrouded in mystery was he.

A tune would float on the lips of a young girl. Her purple eyes wide with amusement, slowly surveying her surroundings with a sort of grin on her lips. Her body showed she was wiry, interest; enthused and yet by what was still a bit of a conundrum. The soft pin of her lips upturned and her eyes closed. She allowed her feet to kick up on an old stump. Where was she exactly? She couldn't recall, her lack of attention had brought her to an area she didn't recognize, or at least didn't care to recognize. Her peachy skin was covered by black clothing and brown hair, so nicely kept and clean. The posture she held gave her a sort of 'lackadaisical' feel as she slowly tapped her dominant foot, one leg crossed over the other to keep people from seeing up her black skirt. She had leggings beneath anyways, so it was more of a skort. The length of her skinny arms were straight upwards and pulled at an angle behind her head as she lazed about. She had brought a chair out so sitting on it lessened the feel of her tilting backwards drastically; nearly tipping over.

Continuing the humming she enjoyed the weather. It was a warm day as usual, a cool breeze complimenting it beneath the squawks and screeches of bird-y songs. A squirrel scurried over the grassy patches and found its way to a borrow in the decayed knot of a dying tree. How amusing it would have been should the young girl had seen the tiny mammal. Her secret; she was more cat than human. Or at least she acted like it. Something could have her completely enthralled and the next second she would be bored to death. A brief movement would catch her eye quicker than the constant movement. She had the urge to get up and run around, but the feel of sunbathing, that was so much better. The sun warmed her skin in a way that seemed to warm through the whole of her body; reaching even to her very soul. Such a beautiful day indeed. The Gods themselves blessed this day or so it seemed with scents of the growing vegetation and the 'sea breeze' mingled with watery 'salt'. Sand catching in your clothes every time the wind blew. Never the less, that slight discomfort was far lesser in the feel as the overall sensations were simply astounding pleasure. A wonderful day indeed; a day to be lazy.

Then there was that squirrel again. Fukai found herself driven to nothing more than chase it. Like that cat she acted like. Her body lunged and she half ran, half fell towards it, making a good distance before tripping and falling at the feet of a man. Her eyes were wide and confused, her breathing heavy as if she had a heart attack. She just laid there, arms out stretched, on her stomach and legs straight out behind her. "Whoa..."

Dante's peace and tranquility became interrupted by the noises of a girl crashing before his feet. Looking at her from within the shadows of his white hood, he sighed. There goes the peace. He thought to himself. Looking at this girl she seemed rather helpless, at the mercy of her own impulses. What she was doing before Dante did not know. Dante simply extended a hand toward her, offering to help her get up. "Quite clumsy are we?" he said, a smirk on his face. He didn't really know this girl but he was in a kind mood at the moment.

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Fukai blinked a few times, confused of what just happened. Her eyes still sat back in her head, wide and well aware of her abouts. Her hand sloppily grabbing at his hand and allowing herself helped up. She seemed to grin playfully, her eyes closed, a soft giggle from her lips. "Oh? Yes it seems that way." She dusted herself off then twirled slightly. "WHAT A GLORIOUS DAYYY!" Her voice rang, brown hair floating in the breeze. Her skirt flaying out slightly with each step then shimmying against her lap. Her boots sank slightly in the sand and she stumbled a bit. Her body once again nearly falling face first. A shinobi and so uncoordinated? How amusing that was. She recovered quickly then smiled at him, "Don't you think so?"

Dante was not used to meeting someone with so much spirit and energy. He watched her and her awkward movements. He sighed once more. How was he to respond to this burst of energy before him? He wasn't feeling very energetic himself. Though it was a nice day, he had to admit that truth. The fog began to clear. "Yeah, its pretty nice today." he said plainly. Not sure what tone to use at the moment. He probably sounded rather confused. "Who are you?" he asked, simple and to the point. He had a habit of just saying what was on his mind, or rather anyone's mind.

Fukai blinked a couple times and grinned ear to ear. She seem to let off a purr of amusement. "Hello, hello! My dear friend. I am Fukai Murasaki Furiko~! A pleasure to meet you." She pulled her arms behind her back and interlocked her fingers. That grin wide enough to show such a great happiness. A joy that had no known beginning. "Who might you be, my friend?" She asked and then quickly continued, hand fiddling on the hilt of her wakizashi. Sloppily she slid it free from the sheathe and pretended to fight an invisible foe. Her eyes wide like a playful kitten. However she slipped and tripped over her own two feet and the blade went flying. Her hand losing grip and blade flying. She ended up slicing her arm. She blinked, gathering and processing the information. "Oh my... that seems.. bad.."

Friend? Dante just met this girl and she was so quick to call him her friend. Dante deemed the statement naive, coming from his experience of trust. People that were too quick to trust others were the ones to get hurt. Dante's smirk changed to a slight frown at the statement. The girl then asked for his name. Yet before he could respond, he saw her reach for her weapon. Basic reaction would call for Dante to draw his own katana slightly as her blade was drawn. Instantly in a stance to defend, he was. Yet to his surprised the girl clumsily lost grip of the blade sending it flying in a direction away from he, cutting herself at the same time. Is she serious? Dante was confused by this girl's behavior. Being a bit more wary, he ignored her condition and simply answered the question. "I am Tenraku Dante of Kaiyogakure." he said plainly, watching the blood run down the girl's arm. He was slighly curious as to what she would do about it. He didn't know what to say about that situation, yet his guard remained up now. If she could see his eyes within the shadows of his hood, she would see the mix of confusion yet complete seriousness.

The girl was bleeding, her arm holding a good red while the blood poured from her arm. She grimaced more as she looked at it, her good arm moving to pass over the crimson liquid. Her hand before her face she wiggled her fingers; seemingly amused by the looks of it. What made her so unique, was the fact she seemed to not have a care in the world. Or was it that she was so ignorant pain didn't affect her? It seemed that way. Yet she was in fact just odd. The pain went through her body mainly circling in her arm, she could feel it. She simply didn't express it. With a sigh, she wiped her hands off on her clothes and stared down the man; curious to why he seemed so tense. She tilted her head to the side and grinned almost devilishly. "Sorry I almost hurt you. I'm a bit clumsy.. sometimes." Her attention slowly shifted to a nearby rustle. She seemed interested in something else now, her attention span worse than a goldfish.

Dante watched this girl touch at her fresh wound, seemingly unaffected by it. What a girl this was. Dante had never met anyone like this before. It intrigued him somewhat, yet he didn't show his curiosity. The girl looked at him, smiling. An unnerving look even for this man. It put him even more on edge, internally. He was becoming less and less trusting of this girl. Her next words making it somewhat more clear. She's not that clumsy.... Dante began to wonder now. Dante was now becoming annoyed, feeling this girl was mocking him in some kind of way. "Yeah, a real klutz." he said sarcastically. "You gonna take care of that or are you just gonna bleed all over the place, its not very attractive." he continued. He had said this despite the fact her attention was elsewhere.

Oh poor little Fukai. Her personality again was adverting people. Her genuine oddity being confused with manipulative waves. The silly girl had once again slowly and thoroughly build a wall between her and her friend. His words seemed hostile and she stopped. Her body frozen for a moment and it seemed that for that second it would be a scene from a horror movie. She would turn into a monster or something. Alas, sadly nothing of that sort happened. Instead she pushed away what felt so harsh to her. Turning her eyes downward she looked genuine with her words, "Oh yeah.. that's still there.." As if it would disappear. She truthfully forgot all about the wound. For a second she was calm, then as if slapped in the face she began panicking.

"OH MY GOD, I'M BLEEDING!!!!" Her voice came strong as she nearly started flailing. Her bipolar-ness something quite obvious. Her body was tense and eyes once again set back large in her head. Her pupils dilated; the true look of fear. Those purple irises showing that she was 'freaking out'. "Ah! I-I need bandages! I need medicine! Quick call a medic. I don't wanna dieee." And then the tears began to form; little pearls on the side of her eyes, slowly gathering. The fact was her freaking out was scaring her more than the wound itself. Unfortunately she was too busy with her worry to notice.

Dante's next face was one of true surprise. A 'WTF' face as some hip kids today may call it. Completely thrown off by this girl's erratic behavior. He could only help asking the question on his mind. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he almost shouted at her as she panicked. Dante's stance never changed however. He was getting the feeling he would soon have to release this girl from her miserable state. A sad thought but if she continued he might have no choice. Besides, Dante did not know of any medics nearby to help her cause.

There was sometime with more panic before the girl simply tore of the remnants of her sleeve, laughing at herself. "How silly! I forgot all about this." She gradually tightened it around the wound, blood thinning and already slowing. "Oh I'm such an IDIOT!" She rubbed the back of her head, blood still caked on. She seemed hurt, wincing as he yelled at her. "What do you mean?" She asked, confused. "Unless you meant the bleeding, I've got that under control now. It'll heal right up." She smiled, figuring that was the only answer that made sense. Fukai was a few cards short of a deck, but she had fair endurance, that slice was little more than a paper-cut to her. Yet she'd freaked out. Her attention span made her seem incredibly dumb sometimes. She was quiet and then her eyes fell downcast, furrowed in thought. "Hrm.. it seems I said something I shouldn't have. You seem very unhappy." Her expression showed sadness as she sighed. "Well I guess I'll be leaving now. Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Tenraku." She gave a brief wave, then vanished back to the main city.

[exit]

Dante was left without words. The girl was gone now and he was left alone. He sheathed his sword. Dante sighed. What a weird ass chick. He thought to himself. Dante looked up toward the sky above. Dante felt like soaring through it, amongst the clouds. Dante made a hand seal and with it his body rose from the ground, the use of the flight technique. He hovered over the ground several feet. He rose higher and higher steadily at first, looking at what he was leaving behind for now. Then in a second, he shot toward the sky fast, like a rocket. He would be gone for awhile. He'd return home after exploring the skies.

[Exit]