Seculded Beach (Open)

The girl lay on the beach on a red and white polka-dot blanket wearing, a black with violet hearts Bikini top that tied around her back and neck, with matching bottoms under jean shorts with a silver button on the shorts and a black leather belt, her tonails and fingernails painted a pattern of black and pink no shoes, Ayame's bright pink hair was tied up into a loose pony tail with a dark blue ribbon matching her eyes, she was wearing her glasses as usual reading a good horror story she had a picnic basket with some fruit, sweet tea, crackers and little assorments in it for her to snack on she placed down her book sitting up streaching grabbing the sun block from her beach bag taking off her glasses rubbing some on her arms and face putting her glasses back on she grabbed a glass and poured a glass of the tea and looked out at the ocean. "Its so beautiful..." She said with a calming sigh sipping on her drink.

Never had he seen a sky so still, as if the world held its breath with every step of the man. A physical specimen at its peak, six pack and everything, standing six feet tall with a strong frame. The ink along his arms distinguished him as the rumored man of mystery who had appeared out of the blue, uniting the segregated provinces of the western theater under his wing. A hawaiian print shirt hung loosely upon his shoulders, unbuttoned all the way down, with husk brown khaki's and beach sandals. Dressed to kill, literally or not, he found himself wandering back to the same spot for the nth time that month as if he felt a connection to it. There was no doubt in his mind now that this place held some importance with regards to his journey to uncover the mysteries of his past, complete the puzzle the pieces of which were lost somewhere in the deepest folds of his subconscious. A serious expression on his rugged face, one hand stroking his morning stubble as if lost in some deep train of thought, the other playing with a pebble between its fingers. Walking towards the ocean, towards the sun that seared through the fading night, an aura of intensity and power about him, his foot hit a piece of rock sticking out of the sand and he tripped, face first, into the sand dune. Now he wasn't sure of what had just happened, but there was sand in his pants and he didn't like it. Standing up he began to remove his pants still unaware that there was someone right next to him. Indeed, a disoriented buffoon.

The young seventeen year old stood paying no mind to the man until he began to remove him pants this slightly urked Ayame she picked up her book lightly knocking the man on the back of the head with the spine of the book. "Uhmm yea if your going to do that i suggest some place thats not near someone." Ayame said her hands on her hips she let her little anger fade away as she observed the mans body he looked not odd but not normal she saw he was the kage and then thought to herself. "Great nice going Ayame you just knocked the kage over the back of the head with a book." Ayame sighed and rubbing the back of her head. "U-Uhmm Sorry about hitting you Kage-sama..." Ayame said embarrssed.

Halfway through the process of the removal of his trousers, he felt a light tap at the base of his skull that seemed to appear seemingly out of nowhere. Alarmed and ready to fight off this diminutive force that had managed to sneak up on a man of his level, his entire body tensed, one hand upon the hilt of the legendary sword and the other balled into a fist. It would have been a frightening image had his pants not been lowered around his knees and his superman boxers exposed. Just about ready to bifurcate the enemy in half, he heard the voice of the perpetrator. Only it didn't sound like the voice of a perpetrator. There was little hostile intent, apparent or masked, and it sounded like a genuine apology when she said it. Though it hardly seemed an apology. More like an excuse. Making sure she didn't fall into the man's bad books. But who cares. Who has the time to care. Certainly not him for he resumed with his actions, removing his pants. Though as soon as he did, he realized that the sand that had lodged within every nook and cranny of those trousers could not be removed without a thorough washing. What now? Turning towards the girl, a bland expression on his face, he spoke. "Could I borrow your pants, miss?"

Ayame sighed and dug into her beach bag pulling out a pair of loose jogging pants she was planing on wearing out of the beach but it seemed the man needed them more. "U-Uhmm here." She said turning handing the man the pants a blank expression on her face as she sighed rubbing the back of her head as the man took the pants putting them on she went down grabbing her drink taking a sip placing the glass down untieing the ribbon in her hair letting her hair flow down her back taking off her glasses and her jean shorts revealing her black with little violet skull bikini she streached once more before walking out and sitting on the edge of the water it was pure crystal blue it was beautiful Ayame loved the weather here and loved the small private beach. She smiled as the water crashed against her feet and legs.