Miserable Weather

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Swiftly May moved down the street, ducking under cover when the rain started. The entire day it had been looking quite gloomy, the clouds crowding above waiting to strike. May didn’t mind the rain at all, she actually enjoyed watching it drizzle down the window and fall onto the pavement, but things were different when she was on her way to find a mission.

It had been awhile since she had done something for the sake of her village, for the past months she has been sulking, obsessing over her tiny human emotions. It took the woman who took her in as a child three here before she finally convinced May to do something, so now she would go and find a mission. Missions were always fun. However the sudden change in weather contradicted her view on the day and May wanted turn around and go home. The slight breeze was already chilling and she didn’t have the will to make it to the Hokage tower – where in fact she has been avoiding for a long time, due to uncomfortable feelings about the new Hokage – so instead she turned quickly into a small shack. The place was small and could maybe seat six different groups of people, but as soon as she opened the door and slipped in the warmth and smell of ramen kept her moving. There was no one around, so it seemed she would be the only customer. Quickly, before she second-guessed herself, she strutted to the farthest table in the back and sat down. It was tucked behind a tall, bushy tree which could be used for camouflage – from what, she didn’t know yet.

She thought about calling out for someone for food, but overall she wasn’t very hungry. Just the warmth was comforting enough, and the salty smell of noodles filled her head with sweet memories from when she was truly happy. Just then a plump looking man peeked out of the kitchen door, saw her and waved friendlily. May gave a weak smile and waved back, but didn’t make an attempt to order. Apparently he understood because he turned back around and went off into the kitchen. May didn’t need anything except for the comfy chair and surprisingly warm table. She just laid her head down to rest, closing her eyes and shoving her face in her clothed arms. She was just going to rest for a little bit, her body was tired and needing some relaxation. Just a little bit. however soon enough her mind drifted off into tormenting dreams.

OOC: Supposed to meet Ryu here, however I guess anyone can join ^_^ It's a rainy cold day and May went to sleep, lol xD Sorry it's so frickin' short, I have to go do laundry since mah friends comin' over .__.

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Killik moved sluggishly down the street. Normally he would attempt to be on the peak of energy, yet today contained a gloomy setting, and the genin couldn't enjoy the day much. He considered taking up a mission, though he wasn't in the greatest mood for helping out the village. His despise of how the ninja system was currently maintained... Bothered him. The idea pecked at his head. The feeling aroused in him that the way to solve everything was so simple in his eyes. Thoughts like these fogged his mind.

The mindset was temporarily disturbed with the sudden downpour of rain. It's appearance seemed random, Killik noting the cloudy day, yet this was unexpected. Quickly throwing the hood of his sweated overhead, he continued walking down the street, digging his hands back in the deep pockets of the same sweatshirt. While it was a setback to an already not so good appearing day, he figured something could lighten it up. The grumble of his stomach hinted him that he should find a restaurant. Halting in his place, he observed his surroundings and found a small ramen shop. Without second thought, he entered.

Entering the establishment, he didn't hesitate to throw off his outer shirt. While he liked it, it only took the few seconds out in the rain for it to be drenched and soggy. He removed it and found a set of hooks for coats on the side on one wall. Now he was in his undershirt, a simple black t-shirt. Looking out into the ramen shop, he saw little activity. He heard the shuffling of cooks doing whatever they do when nobody is here, behind a few doors. He also noticed one girl far off to the corner of the restaurant. She appeared to be around his age, and she bore a shinobi headband.

The setting rather dull, Killik preferred a more lively scene. Regardless, he tried to keep his mood, and attempted to be somewhat social. Beginning to walk over, once he was at a closer distance, he finally realized the girl had fallen asleep. "Seriously?" Killik said out of reaction. He was not intending to criticize the girl, more the situation he was placed in, the only person he had a chance of talking to here already unconscious. Killik preferred optimism, but he was finding it to be damn hard.

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May had only closed her eyes for a mere ten minutes before a voice abounded above her head, waking her instantly. She was not a heavy sleeper, not exactly a light one but definitely alert to anything that could become dangerous. This however, didn’t seem too dangerous. Groaning and pulling her head out of the comfort and warmth of her arms, she glanced in his direction. Nothing seemed out of order, he rather seemed annoyed or frustrated, why May had no idea but his words came as a criticism. “Seriously?” Rolling her eyes, she rolled her head back and yawned. “I’m sorry, do you need something?” She slurred, turning her glance into a hard glare.

May was never a people person, but not she just felt violated. While awaiting his response from her sarcastic remark, she studied the boy. He seemed her age, maybe older due to his “I’m better than you all” look. He was obviously a shinobi as well, his forehead protector hanging loosely around his neck. However, the thing that made May want to do something snarky was his hair, which seemed a bit wild for the look on his face. He reminded May a lot like some boys she had gotten into a fight just a few months ago, and the thought disgusted May immediately. “Don’t tell me you woke me up just to say hi.” She groaned again and sagged her shoulders, propping her head up with her hand, resting on her elbow. Attempting to offend the boy somehow, she continued to give a hard cold stare in his direction.

OOC: Before you hate me, she's a bitch to everyone :3 Hopefully you won't just storm off 8D

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Offended, Killik stormed out.

The outburst caused the woman to wake up, against Killik's intentions. While he wouldn't have minded somebody to talk to, it wasn't his sort of ethics to bother people preoccupied. She immediately questioned him after awakening. Feeling rather awkward at realizing he had spoken loud enough for her to here, he reacted with the response, "Oh, uh... No, I was just-" Before he couldn't formulate a proper reply, she had uttered an unnecessary statement, clearly only said to offend the genin. She backed it up with a mean mug.

Obviously he put himself in bad standing here, though he didn't feel like apologizing, leaving or anything. He was becoming irritated as a result. Killik found it somewhat difficult to keep his head, the girl already pushing his nerves. He accepted he had some fault to this girl's response, though the reaction was definitely her fault. He returned the gaze, but instead of giving a glare, he simply stared back. His eyes were droopy, giving the impression that he was indeed bored, with a sense of innocence to it, while also saying 'I don't give a fuck' to top it all off. His desire to explain himself was gone, leaving him to say, "No, I was talking to myself..." Unintentionally, there was a sense of sarcasm to it, due to the fact he was looking forward to someone to talk to.

He didn't simply walk away, he leaned against the side of the table, which was rather broad. His hands dug casually into his pockets. He turned his head toward the direction the staff were located, even though he couldn't see them. He shouted, "Waiter!" Immediately, a middle-aged man in a white uniform rushed out, a welcoming smile on his face. "May I take your order?" He asked. Killik enjoyed that this man was at least positive. A small smile in response, he replied, "A bowl of ramen. With whatever." The waiter scribbled the order down on a piece of paper. He then nodded and began walking back to the kitchen, not seeming to acknowledge the girl.

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Annoyed, May gets up and walks out the door.

May expected the boy to leave, for not many people liked to deal with her misery, let alone her rudeness. But he just stood there, giving her a blank, almost bored look. He was either stupid, or trying not to care. “No. . I was talking to myself.” This made May even more annoyed and she laid her head back down, smothering her face in her arms. After moments of doing this, his voices sounded again. “Waiter!” Shooting up in her seat, May groaned and looked at him, but he was turned away. Frustrated she reached out, but stopped herself. The waiter scurried over and took his over, but seemed to look right over May. As he walked away May grimaced and called out after him. “Thanks for taking my order.” Then she turned to the boy. “You’re not gonna’ leave are you?” She grumbled and let out a weak yawn. “Fine then. Why don’t you, sit down? We can. .” She hesitated, not really knowing what to say. May wasn’t the social type, and many times she proved herself to be quite awkward in situations like this. But determined to act normal for a day, she continued her sentence. “Talk?” She shrugged just as a gruff man walked in, slugging off his coat and tromping over to the table across from her. May just stared, until her turned around and waved. Awkwardly, she gave a small wave back.

OOC:Two can play at that game >:3 And sorry, it's short, I'm lazy today -__-

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Almost immediately after Killik's response, another man entered the establishment. The rain most likely urged people to find shelter indoors. This man was obviously older than the two, also a shinobi, but he didn't look so hot. He nodded to each of them. Politely, the genin nodded back.

Shortly after that, the girl called out the waiter, rather rudely, but it grabbed his attention, as he abruptly turned around, looking at the girl patiently with his little notepad and pencil to write down orders.

The girl also spoke to Killik again, inviting him to sit down and mince words. Her pause in words, as if struggling to be friendly, was somewhat amusing. After she finally managed the simple word "talk," the teen couldn't help a small smile. "Sure." He happily agreed. Sitting on the bench across from her table, still in the same booth, he casually spread his legs down the seat as he leaned against the wall. Extending his hand in greeting, he introduced himself, "I'm Killik."

[OOC: You can NPC the waiter if you want, I'm not much for controlling NPCs]

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You don’t really expect someone to accept your rather awkward gesture, but this kid did. After May invited him to sit, a very trying way, he simply smiled sweetly and collapsed in the seat across from her. Such a response was surprising to May and it left her a little shaken and confused, to buy herself time she called out to the waiter who was waddling over to their table. “I, would like a bowl of Gyudon. Nice and hot please!” He nodded and scurried off in the other direction, leaving May with this boy – who she soon learned was named Killik. He sat across from her and stuck out his hand, intending for her to shake it. She hesitated, and finally slipped her hand into his. “May.” She said, almost solemnly, her voice lacking any happy emotions. She pulled her hand back just as quickly as she had given it, and sat staring at the red-head, confused on what to say or do next. However, as she sat there in silence, ideas started popping up in her head. She knew who he was, but was he important? Did he hold ties to important people? These things were what May thought of first, dismissing things regular teenage girls would think of. Leaning back she studied him, opening her mouth to say something, but then closing it again.

She had to treat this like some sort of meeting, since he was be important or valuable to her in the future, she needed to make a good first impression. But she didn’t care what he thought of her! She didn’t care what anyone though. God damnit, stop.” She thought to herself, she was thinking way too much – she always did. During missions, during training, during work, during conversations – always! May saw looked too far ahead into the future, and made every conversation important. This only led to disappointment though, but being as stubborn as she was she obviously wouldn’t change just like that. Finally, after several moments, May talked before Killik could. “You’re a ninja right? You’re in the forces?” After saying she bit her tongue, realizing she sounded a bit silly. But, that was only what to expect from her, but she couldn't help from blushing. .just a tad.

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[/color][/i] he grumbled, eyes meeting both their gazes, Kilik and and May respectively. With an audible grunt, the man stood, head hairs flickered sligtly with the rapid move, several strains of gray hairs dancing. It was not age that began to approach, but merely previous frustration that had lead to the discoloration.

With wide strikes Touketsu trotted over to the table, sitting, without request. He understood that such an approach met no courteous, social standards, but it mattered not, for the man was to bring grave news. ”I return from an attack on Bakudon Gai. Soldiers of the mist. The warriors of Tsuchi no Kuni stood no change. Their motivation? The desir efor conquest I suspect; hence, we are not safe.”[/i] Again he fell silent, letting the words sink in as his heavy breath continued, red-hued skin reveal slightly under the light. His heritage, a pride-imbued member if the Airontoku blood, was easy to note, for his eyes, the skin, his very composure stood apart from other men.

After those moments of silence he spoke once again, voice stern and words ending sharply. ”Yes, enjoy these last moments. Should we become a victim of invasion, you will have no more such peace.”[/i] As that sentence was uttered, a vivid image flashed through his mind, a flashback, an inn of the elderly, women, and young men burning, their screams ringing within. Melted figures, their skin flayed off by the greatest of heats as the children wept in terror. As quickly as the flashback came, it had gone away, leaving the Airontoku trembling. Shaking not out of fear, but complete and utter regret.

Thankfully, these two would not know why…
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The girl was rather peculiar. She seemed nervous almost, but not completely. She talked to Killik as if he couldn't be trusted. The tone of her voice and the way she looked at him. The girl, known as May, on the verge of saying something immediately retreating it. Humored again, he gave a simple smile, and a raised eyebrow trying to figure what exactly she was attempting to do. Normally he wouldn't put up with such a silent person, but she was the only person(excluding a much older man), and her personality still amused him.

Finally, a somewhat awkward thirty seconds passed, and she spout forth a rather simple question. Sticks to business. Killik thought to himself. He glanced down to his headband as he began a reply, "Whatever the forces are, I'm just a genin." He observed the details of the emblem; such fine art to describe his village. He found it odd that every ninja bore identification to every village. Such separation seemed unnecessary to him. Looking back to the girl, he responded, "And yo-"

The man whom idly sat close to them, began spouting about some sort of danger. He spoke solemnly, his words bearing threat, though not directly. Closer to this man, and his attention caught by him, he took closer notice of his person. Killik questioned the gray hair on the man, not appearing old enough for such a feature. His crimson eyes, quite unique, also grabbed his attention.

After speaking, the boy realized what sort of doom could possibly lie within this warning. Foolishly he accepted every word he said, the state of the man's being convincing Killik, and the mindset that's stalked him today all contributed to his easy to him fully distracted by this man. His eyes much wider, coming on as more alert and distressed, he stood from his seat in alarm. His casual self abandoned; his personality as a shinobi took over. "What?! We can't just sit back and accept this! Invasion would hurt so many innocent people! The violence alone..." His loud tone began to dwindle, voice trailing off as memories recollected. His father; the battlefield; that boy... His mind refused to go into detail, mental images already torturing him. Vision looking down, rather depressed like, he simply stared at the fire glaring off the candle lying on the table, watching it burn. "Don't people learn..." He murmured, but in such a quiet setting it was obvious he would be heard.

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Her words set a smile upon Killik’s face, and thinking he was mocking her she started to think of insults to spit at him, only later realizing that she shouldn’t over-react, and that such a thing would only come across as foolishness. So, she bit back her tongue and listen to his answer, which came shortly after. “Whatever the forces are,” he obviously caught her choice of wording, and May scowled at that. “I’m just a Genin.” May was about to reply, as he was trying to ask her the same question, but she noticed the gruff looking man making his way toward the table. His determined look almost frightened May, and as he pulled up a seat she recoiled a bit, scooting away from where he now sat.

Slowly, after an intimidating stare, he spoke – his voice rough and deep, fit for his body. “I return from an attack on Bakudon Gai. Soldiers of the mist.” May hadn’t expected such words to come out of his mouth. Sure, he was older than her and Killik – but not by much, and the fact that he had just gotten back from. . from and attack, it was stunning, and a little alarming. Not sure if it was serious, or greatly important, May was now very attentive as he continued. “The warriors of Tsuchi no Kuni stood no change. Their motivation? The desire for conquest I suspect; hence, we are not safe!” Not safe? Panic arose in May, but she couldn’t speak. “Yes, enjoy these last moments. Should we become a victim of invasion, you will have no more such peace” May’s jaw dropped, fear and surprise overwhelming her at once. An invasion? Couldn’t be. . not in Konoha. But before she could speak her thoughts, Killik burst out of his seat. “What?! We can't just sit back and accept this! Invasion would hurt so many innocent people! The violence alone. . .” He trailed off but May was no longer listening, images of blood and fire arose in her mind. But she couldn’t have that, Konoha needed to defend itself, May needed to defend Konoha! Even though she was shaken, a different feeling flooded her. Pride, or maybe determination – but she knew there was some way for her to help. But in this state? “There. .” She hesitated, looking down at her hands before bringing a strong, less awkward glance to the older man’s face. “There must be something we, as Genin, can do then? If there’s war, we can help? We need to help. . maybe even to fight.” Her heart ached as she realized she wouldn’t be a match for any of the ninja she’d be put up against. “There must be some way to get better, good enough to make a significance difference.” She sighed, looking back to her hands.

OOC: Since the invasion just started I'll probably being leaving this thread soon -- but if all of us survive the invasion we should meet up afterward ^__^

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May’s heart was pumping. How could someone attack Konoha, her home? Why would someone attack Konoha? Her heart began to ache and she stood up, giving polite nods to both ninja before spiriting towards the door and calling to them while she ran. “I need to go, I’ll see you two around!” She said, but now thoughts of both men dead were lingering in her mind. Thoughts of dead bodies in danger and fire, and blood. Thoughts that May never wanted to think of again, visions she couldn’t deal with, blood on her own hands. . grimacing as she pummeled into the cold, she began running. Running away from whatever fear she was facing, and running away all feelings in general. She kept running, until she reached her house, and pulled inside. collapsing in her bed to sleep.

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