A New Friendship?

It was evident that the young man passing through Yukigakure was not a native of that area. Unlike the others who seemed very comfortable in their surroundings, the genin Tzura shuffled through the village. He flinched at every every frozen wind that passed over him, and what little protection that he had proved useless. The dexterity in his extremities was gone and the feeling replaced by numbness and sharp needle like pain.

Once the wind picked up his shuffle turned to a painful lumber as the sweat on his body froze instantly and his hair collected ice. Once he was unable to take the cold any longer, he ducked into a small nook and removed his headbands, forgetting that Kiri nin such as him might not have been welcomed in this land and tucked them into the pack next to his blade. Tzura attempted to warm himself by rubbing his hands together and blowing in them, but the cold seized his muscles and he found himself unable to move, "S-shit..."

Hiro was on a sort of day off. She didn't get many of them, but when she did, well... She didn't know what to do. Her blue eyes closely related to ice as she paced back and forth over a field with a snowdrift. It was snowing and it reached her knees, a good two feet at least; enough for small children to get lost in. The black of her dark hair floating behind her with each step. A stoic expression sat on her face as her eyes darted back and forth in a vague interest. A sort of mix of colors sprayed over her sight, showing a mix of different things. Mainly it was heat. She didn't have heat vision, but being a sensor, she could see heat. It didn't make much sense, but Hiro didn't question it.

A sound attracted her ears and she stopped, her head snapping to look towards a crevice in which she'd heard a noise. Like a deer hearing the sound of a predator. In seconds she was off. Her feet carrying her at a speedy run, skidding to a stop in front of a boy who was looking like a statue. Or at least becoming one. Hiro frowned behind her mask and went to speak, but seeing as the boy was losing body heat, she sighed and turned to look around. What was she doing helping this potential terrorist? She couldn't be sure. Her body dipped and she held out her hand, despite how intimidating she would look and how much she seemed more like death due to the fact she remained silent.

Tzura shifted his eyes to the woman and he noticed that she was a bit shorter than him, but he was unable to properly gauge her size due to the partial snow blindness caused by light reflecting off of the thick snow around him. Once she extended the hand he nodded and made an attempt to reach for it, but the joint lock made it extremely hard and painful for him to move. Judging by the fact she offered to help without speaking caused him to assume that she was the silent type just like him. The tips of his fingers and toes began to turn a dark purple, and his normally cafe skin was paling due to poor circulation, "I can't." he said, his voice soft and shaky.

Hiro frowned as the man managed a nod, but nothing more. It seemed he was frozen; on the verge of frostbite. Well... that wouldn't do. She didn't know this man, but she very well couldn't just leave him to die.... could she? No, she had to keep him alive at least until the Yukikage dealt with him. After all, it was obvious to her, that he wasn't from around these parts. His body moved slowly in the cold and almost as if he were freezing to death, well because he was. Her icy eyes looked down upon him through the slits of her mask before she thought a moment. He couldn't move.. that wasn't good... With a heavy sigh, she shrugged off her jacket and placed it over his body before grabbing his arm and pulling him up onto her shoulder. She was surprisingly strong for her skinny stature and especially in a blizzard. Again silently, she darted through the winds, not quite as fast as before, but enough so to hurry out of the wind and chill.

Finally she reached a small cabin that was set back in the snowy woods and with little effort she kicked open the door. No one was home, but she expected no less. Her teacher was never home.. Closing her eyes she dropped the boy on the makeshift couch and turned, shutting the door. It was still cold, but at least it was warmer in there.

Tzura was surprised at how strong she really was as she was able to assist him with full gear through the village and to a cabin in the backwoods of the land. Once inside he was dropped rather unceremoniously onto a makeshift couch and he felt the small amount of heat within the room. Even though it was not much, it was just enough for him to regain some of his basic movements and his color began to return. After sitting in the couch for three minutes in complete silence, the Genin made an attempt at conversation. Unfortunately it was not one of his strong suits, "Thank you." he said, taking note of the area around him and making a quick sweep of the area with his sensory type ninjutsu, detecting nothing too worrisome.

Soon after speaking he was able to move his fingers with little resistance, but if she decided to attack he would have quite a bit of trouble since his reaction time would still be significantly delayed.

Hiroko held a blank look as the man began to stir from his frostbit nature. She could hear his regulated breathing along with the way his cold joints sort of creaked to get working once again. It annoyed her. Why was he out here by himself? He could be a spy. Paranoia: Hiro's strong suit. Her eyes narrowed behind the mask as she turned from the man and walked to a small room off to the side of the first one. Turning on the pot, she returned and effortlessly threw a kunai near the man's head, not aiming to hit him, simply to scare him. Her eyes were rimmed dark as she glared at him through the slits. "Good, now that you're awake, tell me what it is you are doing here." Her voice was monotonous and showing a sort of distrust, but then again who could blame her? The woman may have been the most xenophobic in the world.

Tzura turned his head to look at the kunai that was thrown into the wall next to his head, confirming the womans distrust and hostility towards him. Once she spoke, he opened his mouth to answer but instead stayed silent. He had a feeling that if she wanted him to die he would have been left to freeze. The genin then folded his arms and leaned back in his seat, wanting to see just how far she would go to get him to speak.

Hiro looked over at him as he was silent and a sort of hiss of annoyance left her lips at his nonchalant attitude. "Do you not realize the gravity of this situation?" She said coldly, annoyance very obvious in her tone. She wasn't one to show emotions, however annoyance tended to slip in once and a while. She didn't intend on hurting the man and that was obvious, however she still needed information and she hated talking. Just that sentence was more than enough for her. Her eyes flicked back to the man as she zoned a moment, trying to grasp a sort of reaction on the situation. He was testing her possibly. Her hands moved quickly and formed a signal, her eyes flashing a moment, closing then opening once more. Not that he'd see beneath the mask. It wasn't an attack, simply an enhancer in ways. When he would decide to speak, she would know the truth one way or another.

Something however distracted her attention. With a sigh, she turned and looked around, pulling the mask over her face. "You may use this place as a hovel for now. I have prior engagements." Then like that, she was gone. As if she had never been there.

The genin's brow arched once she spoke, her tone showing an air of annoyance It seems that I've struck a nerve... and once she formed a handseal he formed one of his own, ready to counter what she may throw at him but then she vanished before anything could happen. A puzzled expression formed on his face and he ran a hand through his hair with a long sigh, "Prior engagements..." he reiterated, "I wonder what those could be."

With a grunt he stood and examined the area around him, there were several shelves and drawers but as they were not his he refrained from touching them. It wouldn't look good if she were to return with him rummaging through her things, in fact she could attack him for it and since they were on her homeland; Tzura would be at a crippling disadvantage, "I have a feeling that she won't let me leave here unscathed without some form of exchange... Be it information or even material goods. Unfortunately I have neither of those."

[I Exited but the brackets aren't there anymore o-o; ]