Hollow, Beneath the Willow Tree [saito]

[Sayomi]

The sky was yellow with premature flashes of lighting. A endless downpour that kept falling, falling without reprieve. The sound of thunder filled her ears whilst she gazed up from the twisting tree branch that stretched to the top of the canopy. This spot, it brought back fond memories. Of her descent into madness. One might have thought her normal if they simply looked from a distance; however, they would be wrong.

So wrong.

The All mother had been silent for awhile now, leaving Anzu to the eerie silence of her own mind. It was this time Anzu usually thought back to her past, thought back to when she was abducted by her. There was a time when she answered to the name Sayomi Saika and was a proud Chunnin of Otogakure, yet those times were long past and she accepted it, so why would she have thoughts of a time long lost? It was a question that tickled her mind for months on end and yet she could not form a answer to it.

"I need something new to play with..."

Swinging her body back, momentum carried her backwards, allowing her to be suspended high above the ground. Her damp hair hung down, revealing the large circular tattoo that covered her right eye. She gazed down at the ground, swaying slowly to the rhythm of the rain. It was a steady, slow pace that made the world seem to shrink. Another bang upon the bass of the heavens drums sent a chilling crackle throughout the land, illuminating the shadowed brush of the dark forest.

"One mischievous little woodpecker
Another day, pecking your holes
Ruining the woods, tree wrecker..."

She began chanting as she swung upside down, her voice louder with each word. Anzu truly did live in her own little world.

[susumu]

Each atom sings to me, set me free, from the chains of the
physical.

Whispering in his psyche the words reverberating with every fiber in his being. It was a hunger that swelled, like the chakra through his body, a lust that gave him life. Gave him reason to leave the arid deserts of Kaze no Kuni and venture to the, now yellow sky, land of rain. Lightning and thunder crackled and boomed overhead. And in the interval of a recent boom he heard. . .singing.

“Another day, pecking your holes.”

He followed, a task that quite easy, as each word grew louder and louder.

“Ruining the woods, tree wrecker…”

There she was upside down and swinging, a circular tattoo covering her right eye with a unique hair shade.

There you are, daylight’s star, made out of miracles.

They whispered in his mind, echoing even, at her sight and he could feel something swell from his depths. Something he did not understand. The rain drenching his hooded figure, a visible frown and gleaming eyes.

[Sayomi]

There was a boy who had obliviously wandered into her neck of the woods. Her eyes followed his drenched figure while her body still swayed to the tune she softly sang in a cold, deatched voice.

[/i][/ul] There was a gleam in the strangers eyes and a frown on his face, yet he said nothing. It was odd, most people who witnessed her appearance would ave a look of confusion upon their visage, a look of fear; however his was blank. Devoid of anything. "Interesting." Anzu said with a wide grin. Perhaps he didn't know fear, perhaps he was simply too shocked? Either way it had been a long, boring day of her sitting in the rain. She was allowed some fun right?

"Play Anzu, he seems to be calling out to you..."

The All Mother had finally spoken today, ending her brief period of silence. Upon hearing her command one could witness the sick, twisted look carved into her face. Many who saw the look within her eyes prayed not to see it again. Swinging herself forward she dropped to the soaked, muddled, ground. A soft thud of her heels sinking into the earth could be heard as she'd look up through her wet hair, the single uncovered eye stared at him as she sat, crouched. Her palms nestled into the ground.

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[susumu]

How could one describe the look on her face? It was sick, twisted and horrifying to most. A sight that Akane had only imagined, envisioned and dreamed about and to see it now was. . .A fleeting moment of euphoria conflicted with disappointment. Overwhelming? You could say that. His frown widened, contorted with disbelief? Moments passed since she dropped down into the soaked ground, crouched in the mud and staring at him – he felt compelled, invited.

Several steps forward were taken without hesitation, without caution. He had no need for fear and caution when intrigue, pure curiosity, guided him. There was nothing to say, not yet – he had no words, no questions to ask. Now, for right now there was only the rain.

[Sayomi]

"Show him to the abyss..."

Those words were whispered to Anzu while she watched the new thing of her fleeting attention step forward; however, silence still followed. Maybe he had no need for words, but it made her all the more interested in how his scream sounds.

Her position did not falter, the only movement were the few steps her playmate took forward and that of the downpour that descended from up above, seeping through the cracks of the canopy. He probably had no idea what Anzu was talking about, most wouldn't with her simply answering her own question aloud, yet it didn't matter to her. With a quick jerking motion she grabbed a kunai and spun it around her finger two full times before gripping it in a reverse hold. The sleek black metal reflected her exact image.

That of a insanity.

"Will you let me listen?"

The ambiguous question still remained and only his reply was needed, but how would one such as him react to Anzu? That in itself was more of a mystery-a enigma than the girl herself could ever be. After a few passing moments clarity would finally be shed with the detached words rolling from her tongue in a voice that depicted his answer would have no bearing on whether or not she truly wished to hear him at the peak of terror. Of pain.

"Listen to soothing wailing of your voice?"

[susumu]

Was she fishing for a response? Akane didn’t intend on answering her, the questions asked were more rhetorical than nonsensical. Though as she withdrew a kunai, spinning the steel along her finger, an answer did come. Was she intending to harm him? Force him to scream and cry out in pain? Agony. The twisted look stoically carved on her face was answer alone and yet what would yield a reaction of dread and fear was opposite of Akane. Excitement gleamed through amber eyes, weight shifting in his stance showed signs of anticipation and he remained silent.

On the other side of sadism was masochism, and for this particular shinobi was quite resilient to pain. More tolerant than the average man, average shinobi even, and he took a step forward mockingly.

"Will you let me listen?"

Silence followed and moments later she spoke again, another question.

"Listen to soothing wailing of your voice?"

Arms opened spreading forward, slowly, from his sides concurrent with a grin inviting the danger, the insanity, provoking it. Just what could she do, he wanted to know.