A surprise meeting ( Neah/open)

[neahwalker]

Neah snored happiily in his bed as slept. His right leg was hangin out from the sheet and ocassionally twitching. Then neahs alamr clock woke him up. Neah slammed his hand down on the alarm clock and tossed it to the side. It was going to be one off those he had a feeling. Neah sighed and got out of bed and got a quick shower and brushed his teeth. Neah emerged form the shower a few minutes later and changed into his favorite clothes. Neah placed on his white dress shirt and black pants somewhat sadly his mind drifting off some were else. He placed his on his black button vest and grabbed his read string tie and mad a little bowtie. Finally he grabbed his white trench coat and placed it on himself along with his nice black shoes.


He walked down the stairs and made himself a piece of toast for breakfast. Neah wasn't feeling very hungrey today for today was the anniversary of his fathers death. Neah walked past a old photograph of him and his father. It was taken on the day Neah had entered the academy. His father had his hands on neahs shoulders and a proud look on his face. Neah placed his hand on the photograph and ran his hand across the glass in a loving way. He let out a sigh and grabbed his sword and head band and a small case and walked out the door slowly.

As he stepped out into the village the sky was clear and the sun was shining.He thought to himself 'Well at least its a nice day.' He walked down the street and smiled as he saw the happy people with there families. They were so lucky to have a family it made him envious. Neah stopped at a flower shop and bought some flowers for his fathers grave that he shared with neahs mother. Neah then payed for the flowers and left the shop carrying his case to the side . He soon reached the graveyard and walked around the path till he found his parents grave.

" Hey mom hey dad I miss you guys so much its so hard to believe that your really gone now dad but i know your with me in my heart." Neah placed his hand on the grave and cleared away some of the brush and weeds that obscuerred the writing on the grave. The grave read " In loving memory of Mana and Cecil walker may there love always be a shining beacon of hope to there son." neah placed his hand on the stone and patted it in a tender way as he closed his eyes. He reached over to the case and clicked it open infront of him.

[Trigga]

真紅
Pivotal Point

Entry # 1: Taking Flight

A clear, sun-drenched day within the Hidden Leaf confines as the sky chimed a subtle, though distinct song of ecstasy. Heavens painted an attractive azure, with some traces of white clouds drifting without purpose towards the west, the peaking source of light warmed the planet—specifically the center of the village with a quiet, fervent embrace. The citizens roaming the village streets, admiring, though inadvertently the peace and security such a hidden location gave them. Unknowing to any populace outside its strong walls, Konohagakure was a safe haven for those within. That couldn’t be contested.

Resting within the Uchiha compound, tucked away at the far right corner within an extroverted manor, Uchiha Ryūsuke rested in his bed. Though not propped beneath the covers, but on top, he simply rested, neglecting sleep as his mind roaming too many mental avenues to delicately find segregation and peace and quiet. Where to go from here? He thought to himself, conversing only with the company of himself in his vacant room, and lights dimmed to the tee as his eyes peered forward into the ceiling. A Late afternoon, and still in the house? What would be plan for the day?

Lazily sliding out of his bed, siding upright, the sole of his bare feet touched the cold wood planks beneath, twitching at the chill before immediately adapting. Rubbing his eyes, and scratching the mess of red that resided on his scalp, the crimson-haired Uchiha stood up, venturing to his bathroom a moment later and soon enough cleaning himself for the day.

“I’ll be back later, mom.” Ryūsuke announced, exiting his front door and soon proceeding towards the Konoha High way where he would walk with an unperturbed pace. His mother waving himself as the boy soon faded into the distance.

Where to go? His home—the Hidden Leaf had become so monotonous for him. Completing every sufficient mission of his particular skill level to date, he literally had little to nothing to entertain his long days and elongated nights. Asato was most likely training, and Kiniro was still ill with the cause of a seemingly extensive flu, he was alone and as such passed up a Cemetery and through a sight hand of luck, peered towards the direction of a young man touching a grave stone with a deep, reflective emptiness. Simply standing, the Uchiha didn’t move, but simply watched on.

TAGGED » Neah
NOTES » Entrance

[neahwalker]

Neah reached down into his case and pulled out his violin. He smiled as he rembered the good times he and his father had playing together. He slowly and carefully pulled it out of the case. The cold feel of the wood and the metal strings felt somewhat soothing Neah let out a sigh and put the violing into playing position as he got up onto his feet. " Hmm what to play got any requests dad, Hmmmm how about your favorite." a small guest of wind hit neah in the front of him his trench coat flapping in the breeze. " ill take that as a yes dad hehe."

Neah grabbed the bow for the violing out of the box and placed it on the center part of the violing strings. He took a few breaths and closed his eyes slowly. His father had taught him some excellent points about music. Like when your about to perform a song always clear your head and just focus on the music. Neah cleared his head and began to play a song that was joyful yet sad and soothing at the same time. His fingers ppressed against the strings keeping to the beat perfectly not missing a note at all. Neah played the song happily as if his father were standing before him.

Neah finished the song but kept his eyes closed. He was imagining his father was there in front of him talking to him and praising him about how he played the song perfectly. Neahs face changed into a smile as he listened to his father talk to him in his head. " I miss you everyday Mom and dad you have no idea not a day goes by when I don't think about you guys and what life could of been like.." Neah gulped down and chewed on a emotions and swallowed it trying to keep himself from crying.

Neah then heard the sound of foot steps and turne dhis head to the side and looked to see who it was. It was a boy about his own age and he was watching him. Neah stared at the boy back and in his eyes they showed how much pain and loneliness he was going through. He slowly turned his head back and stared at the grave. He let out a hand and patted the grave once. Neah then returned to playing the same song once again he always did like to have a audience when he played his violin after all he didn't get much critic since he was always alone.

(OOC link to song www.youtube.com/watch?v=eApSa81QntU)

[Trigga]

真紅
Pivotal Point

Entry # 2: Music to my ears

As he rested from afar, a hand couldn’t help but find itself indolently planted on the exterior of the large Iron Gate separating the burial ground from outside intrusion. Such a location housed many; dead soldiers of the village fighting for love, deference, honor, and more importantly than anything else, integrity. Even this place, this dull discouraging place was shelter to infants who couldn’t live to tell the tale, widowed men and women joining their loved ones in the eternal rest to come. Local peasants to imperial clansmen, prejudice found no influence in the soil beneath the surface. That was clear enough as the names and statuses were engraved on the exterior of the head stones.

Caught in a daze, admiring the beauty of the limestone one must have implicated with unforeseen precision to the head stones, the Uchiha almost went deaf ears to the melodious sway of poetic harmonies playing in the distance, originating from the young man who rested by the grave. This was something unfathomed, and breathtaking. Devoid himself the opportunity to thoroughly benefit from such a splendid sound would be a crime to any true artist, but not before entering, his heart dropped. Peering across, staring deeply into the vagueness of the boy’s eyes, something lingered; loneliness.

Without vacillation, though holding a steady pace, the young genin entered through the gates, closing then behind gently as the shade from the trees above obscured his silhouette. “Why are you out here alone?” Ryūsuke inquired loud enough for the other in attendance to distinguish a welcoming, concerned voice as the Uchiha navigated his way through the graveyard, and soon found himself directly next to the boy, holding what appeared to be a gorgeous Violin. “And how did you learn to play that so well?” Another questioning ensuing as the Uchiha’s purple eyes admired the craftsmanship of the oak used for such a stunning instrument.

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[neahwalker]

Neah kept his eyes closed and continued to play the violin his mind set to finishing the song. He heard the gate open and close behind him and heard foot steps coming towards him again. Neah didn't want to lose his focus as he was playing the song with his mind and most importantly his heart. He heard a voice hims him two questions as he was playing his song. Neah pretended not to hear him for the moment. Neah finished the song and got down on his knees and placed the violin back in its case along with the bow carefully. Neah remained quiet as he close dup his violin case and leaned it up against the side of his parents grave.

Neah slowly opened up his grey eyes and looked into the purple eyed red haired stranger. "Why im alone out here you ask the answer to that is I'm always alone no family no friends and I'm out here visiting my parents todays the anniversary of my fathers death." Neah looked up into the sky and basked in the warmth of the sun on his face. He let out a sigh and looked back at the kid his own age and stared at him with his sad lonely eyes. " As for who taught me my dad did he was the greatest musician of the fire country." Neah felt a tear swell into his left eye and felt it drip down his side of his cheek. He quickly wiped it away with his hand as he sat down in front of his parents grave and adjusted the flowers so they were leaning righ against the tombstone. " Who are you though and why are you here btw Names neah walker."

[Trigga]

真紅
Pivotal Point

Entry # 3: Introductions

Standing behind the young man, seemingly disregarded and tossed aside the list of priorities, the Uchiha sighed unpretentiously. Orbs of shimmering violet directed towards the boy’s back, peering at the fabric that coated his frame and the indolent moment his arms took, though in such an advanced manner against the cords of the violin. The tool that carried such a soothing sound through the air, and so majestically that it was hard to fathom a simple stick aided in such a beautiful melody. Constructed from wood (though a fine quality of oak most likely) and strands of hoary strings, this tool, this gorgeous piece of equipment could change the world in the right hands.

Did this boy have such hands?

As he concluded the piece of music, and the air held its normal insipidness once more, Ryūsuke stepped back slightly, allowing the dark-haired boy to kneel and place his object of interest back into its case. Treating the Violin with an unfathomed fascination and care, the Uchiha could only assume it held some optimistic importance, and he smiled at the thought. Items with symbolic values were a rarity, and though many had maybe one or two, how many could truly say they appreciated them as well as this boy who only rested a foot in front of him?

Standing up, and now addressing the crimson-haired with attention previously sought, this boy’s eyes only lowered the morale of the disposition. Ryūsuke’s heart and aspiration outwardly draining from his body by the moment, the sorrow and melancholy that lingered in his Irises was enough to cause one to cry. “I see. So you’re playing a tone for your parents?” He inquired, knowing full well what Neah was doing, nonetheless taking that much more time to show some interest as he smiled seemingly with an enriching spirit and stepped forward, extending his right hand out without hesitation towards his more depressing counterpart.


I’m Uchiha Ryūsuke. Pleasure to meet you.”

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ACTION: Entrance.
LOCATION: The streets of Konoha, and a local ramen shop.
TIME OF DAY: Late morning.
WEATHER: The sky is clear and blue.
TAGS: Korasawa Akemai
COLORS: May
WORD COUNT: 380
OTHER: Sorry I said I was going to post yesterday but I've been having internet problems D:

May could feel her head throbbing, pumping multiple silvers of pain into her body. She let out a huge sigh as she strolled down Konoha in a ruin like matter. It was nearly time for her to meet up with Ryūsuke, who had blown her off the day before for some plans. To be frank, May had no desire to meet up, but that smudge of kindness inside her said that this might be her only chance to befriend someone. However, no matter how she tried, that stubborn, outspoken part of her was still showing it's true self.

She tramped along grumpily, hating every thought she had about Ryūsuke. She'd have to give it to him good when she found him. But, no matter how bad her mood was, she had also a small part of happiness or joy. She wasn't just hanging outside her house, training for all hours, she was actually going to see another person. Plus, the sun was bright and the sky was clear, she should be in a good mood. Practically bumping into several other civilians as she moved down the road towards the ramen shop, she say that the sitting was empty. No Ryūsuke.

Approaching the small place, she frantically spun around to peer at her surroundings. "Ryūsuke." She growled under her breath before turning to the man behind the counter. "Sir? she asked sternly, thinking that perhaps he had left since she was late. "Did a boy with red-like hair about this tall," She paused to strain her hand to his height.

[/color=teal]"Come by at all today?[/color] She tried to keep the annoyance out of her tone, but his expression seemed to prove she hadn't. He laugh and shook his head, and May spun around to glare at the people passing. He was blowing her off again?

Frustrated -- and even kind of hurt, May starting stalking back to her house. She felt stupid to think that he would be there, and she continually scolded herself for thinking better of him. However, as hard as she tried, those thoughts that something else had come up and other excuses for him passed swiftly through her mind.[/justify][/size]

[neahwalker]

Neah hunched over as he finally adjusted the flowers to his liking. He slowly removed his hands from the flowers and placed them in his pockets and bowed his head and shut his eyes. The warm sun bathing him in its warm embrace as he suddenly felt something in his pocket. He ignored it for the moment and he could tell the kid was staring at him. It didn't bother neah that much he was use to it by now in fact he rather enjoyed it he was finally getting some attention and human contact. Neahs face slowly crept up into a smile as he opened his eyes.

Neah puled his hand free from one pocket and patted the top of the leather violin case. The smooth texture seemed to bring him at peace for the moment. Neah got up on one knee and sighed as he pulled the object that was poking him in his pocket. It was a small sealing scroll He twirled it in his hands debating on whether he should open it or not. Neah shrugged as he p pulled on the string and unrolled the scroll in midair and set it down in front of him. Written on it was a storage seal and with a few hand signs he slammed his hand down on the paper in the center and a large cloud of white smoke engulfed him. As the smoke slowly dissipated neahs out line began to form in the smoke along with a very large object stood in front of him.

As the smoke cleared completely in front of neah stood a beautiful white piano The sunlight bouncing off the wood snow white finish made a large glare but it was a dazzling sigh. Neah opened the piano lid and the lid that covered the keys. The strange thing about this piano was that the keys were as black as night Normally the keys on a piano were white but keys were black and the black keys that are on the piano were colored white. Neah extended his finger and placed a little it of chakra and pressed in the music wrack were there was a small hidden seal. The seal suddenly grew larger and larger and suddenly out popped a holographic image of a strange set of symbols along a white back ground. Neah read the symbols and nodded his head in understanding.

To him the symbols were easy to understand he and his father had made them long ago but to everyone else it would be confusing. Neah cracked his head to the side and turned and looked at the boy. "Yes I was playing a tune for them now I'm going to play a song I was writing but never had a chance to show my father it's a pleasure to meet you as well Ryusuke." Neah felt comforted as he felt the boys hand on his shoulder. He ran his fingers across the keys and then begun to play a sweet soothing song and out came a angelic voice as he sung the melody to the song his voice echoing throughout the graveyard and even into the village a little bit.

(OOc link to song www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rkl4huZIYI&feature=view_all&list=PLE739218D58626DEF&index=82 yes thats what the piano and the strange symbols look like in my post just to let you know.)

[Trigga]

The Uchiha looked on with all-pervading eyes at the sight of the pretentious piano that seemingly manifested from nothing more then a haze of opaque white. The texture-- its appeal, evening the realization of being in his presence, this Piano held such an enticing scent, a beauteous aroma that the genin couldn't resist the urge to inquire more about it. A mind filled with curiosities as to what this tool for music and instrument of seamless passion meant to the boy, or more so his family. Ryūsuke physically held a stare of awe and astonishment, nonetheless, a mind, a perplexed one locked onto a number of questions and possibilities. He wanted to know more, and more would only fulfill his craving for knowledge.

If he had turned his head moments later, the splendid sight of the lambent calligraphy transpiring before him. Purple eyes taking it all in, as if washing the feeling into his mind, the Uchiha stood unmoving, as if stunned by its beauty. Neah touched it, allowing his fingers to trace over the oddly colored black keys, a perfect alternate to the angelic white. Now that one thought of it, the entire design of the piano was the complete opposite to its counterpart. Hopefully, the music it produced wasn't an opposite-- as beautiful as it looked, it was the sound that made the difference.

As he admired more, a sudden urge to peer away settled and as Ryūsuke allowed his vision to direct itself towards the entrance, a rather alarming sight caught his attention. Passing by the graveyard, and with such an annoyed, frustrated walk, May seemed to move towards the opposite direction in which they were suppose to meet. “May!” He called out, yelling at the top of his young lungs in hopes of grasping her attention. Having stood her up the day prior, today was the day they were suppose to meet back up and have lunch. Nonetheless, Neah had sidetracked him. Maybe if she came, and viewed upon what he did, she could understand why he was late.

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ACTION: General post.
LOCATION: The Konoha graveyard.
TIME OF DAY: Late morning.
WEATHER: The sky is clear and blue.
TAGS: Korasawa Akemai Uchiha Ryūsuke
COLORS: May Ryūsuke
WORD COUNT: 227
OTHER: Again -- I've been busy XD And this is also short. . like my usually lazy posts -__- But I find it kinda' funny how I just realized that the graveyard might not be the perfect place for them to run into each other O.o

As May continued her furious walk, she glanced up slightly to realize where exactly she was passing. Just the site of the decrepit, dull stones made her chest awfully tight. She coughed a violent noise before looking farther up, to where a red-headed boy stood flailing his arms. "May!" he called out and May had an urge to stomp right over to him and yell in his face, but something stopped her.

Her eyes painfully lingered around, locking on a spot in the distance. She shook herself and raised her gaze back to Ryūsuke and tried to look frustrated, but all she accomplished was an expression that tried to hard. She stood in place, she could still walk away, to get away from such a place. As her mind went blank she tried to focus on Ryūsuke's face, his deep toned eyes, but eventually her gaze was back to a spot behind him. Her stomach was moving around in her body, and May had a slight urge to break down sobbing, but she knew better. Clenching her fists, which laid at her sides, and turned away to hide a tear sliding down her face, memories she tried so hard to forget sliding right into her vision. Then, without looking back, she walked on. She wasn't quite in the mood to eat anymore.

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