It's a regular day within the hazy village known as Kirigakure, about 6 months ago. The sun is high but the sky is always cloudy over the village, reflecting its sorrowful past maybe? Dante is found posted up against the wall of some kind of manga shop within the village's main shopping district. With his arms folded and hood on, hiding his eyes from others, he watches the passing by villagers go about their business. He was rather bored at the moment and alone, but not lonely. It was true he didn't have any people he considered friends, because it took quite a bit for him to consider someone a friend. However, he did enjoy making new acquaintances with the possibility of him someday considering them a friend. But what were the chances of that with his trust issues?
Dante let out a heavy sigh as he looked up toward the clouded sky for a brief moment. He had a somewhat emotional connection to the sky and its clouds. Sometimes he would dream of drifting with them. Quite weird right? Who would've thought someone often considered a jerk could be so deep. Dante was a unique individual. That is the only way to explain it. This just happened to be one of his moments. Dante then returned his attention to the busy street and the people crowding it. He got a few appreciative looks in his direction, something he could smirk about. Yet there were always those looks from the people that fell victim to his bad side. Those were the looks that often made him do things to people. He brushed them off with a roll of the eyes and a look into a new direction. He could really use someone to talk with that wouldn't piss him off.