Post by Trigga on Jan 22, 2013 6:45:24 GMT -8
I
never knew anything like this existed in Konoha
<o:p> </o:p>
He’d
grin. “That’s the beauty of this place; its mystique.” In truth, only a
small, very minuscule handful of people were aware of this garden’s existence.
A location written off as absent several years back, the hiatus of land the two
currently rested on would have officially been labeled as nonexistent. Nonetheless,
in such measures to keep the gluttonous from its prosperity, Ryūsuke allowed
his influence and own wealth to maintain its longevity; a personal sentiment to
his dear mother. It had seemed like eons since he last visited, and even longer
since he could enjoy its presence; now, he could accomplish both. <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
Taking
one of the waters and allowing several, subtle gulps to flush down his throat,
the Uchiha sighed in content as he seemingly invigorated himself. “So,
Miyako” he observed, allowing his amber hues to fall upon her frame once
more; narrow and unruffled, he seduced her with a stare alone as words would
follow in suit. <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“While
I’m glad you came, I’m curious—” His hands soon clasped together, each
finger interlocked between another as his strong, though gentle chin rested
upon the top of his clutched fist in an inquisitive manner. “Why did
you?” Maybe the man was looking for a more profound answer then what
exactly existed in the real world, or maybe he ventured further into the
unknown to gain something truly of substance, no one knew except Miyako. <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
truth, he had enjoyed their day, and even more—their night—though he was
certain something like that wouldn’t have ushered such a passive following; it
never did, at least not before. Something about Miyako had hit hard, and
without warning, Ryūsuke—as earnest as he usually was—felt an uncontrollable source
of warmth he hadn’t seen in prior years. It was her, he knew it and
while he pried to see if there was something more to the story, he would be
just as content with “I enjoy spending time with you”, I mean, who wouldn’t
with Miyako? Taking another sip of water, he’d wait patiently for a response.
