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ryūsuke's hesitation wasn't missed by the attentive gaze of the woman in front of him. she picked up on the little things, especially one on one. her attention was all on this man tonight and she wasn't going to miss a thing. that is, of course, depending on how much she decided to drink. when he handed her the shot of sake, she accepted with a polite thank you. she was regretting asking him that question right off the bat. she should have at least had a couple drinks, engaged in some idle chit chat, done something else rather than how she threw that at him as soon as they were seated. miyako doubted he'd answer her, or at least answer truthfully. he was thought dead. something big must have gone down for him to just turn up out of the blue.

but he surprised her. ryūsuke answered her question and for all that miyako could tell, he answered it truthfully. sure, shinobi were trained in the art of lying, but call it a feeling she had about him; she knew he couldn't have been lying. his answer was very strange, however. it made her mind race for possible explanations. a thing that resembled ashura? that sweet little boy? she frowned thoughtfully. this 'thing' would probably have been a person, as far as she could assume. miyako wasn't in tune with any of that shinobi crap so she had no idea what could bring back the dead but she knew it would have to be a pretty damn powerful technique.

ryūsukes comment about destiny had her hoping he didn't mean being out in the big bad ninja world again. ashura had only just gotten him back. he was a tough kid but she doubted he would handle it well if his father was up and at it again, fighting battles and doing whatever it is he planned to do. miyako downed her sake in one mouthful. she wasn't much of a drinker of sake, but she could swallow it well enough, and the after taste wasn't too bad. she played with the shotglass in her hand after; twirling it around, fidgeting. truthfully she couldn't think of what to say about herself when he asked. she was just hamasaki miyako. boring librarian with a big rack who liked to read books. next to this man, who surely had a great wealth of stories to tell, what could she really say?

"there's not much to tell, really," she began, unsure of what to say. "i'm obviously not a ninja. just a plain old civilian. i work in the library - that's how ashura and i met. he's really fond of history books." that idle comment made her want to slap herself. he'd know that, you silly blonde. "i've lived in konoha my whole life - i'm twenty six soon." that's right, she still had a birthday to suffer through next month. "i'm pretty terrible at this," she grinned sheepishly, looking up from where she'd been staring at the table, eyes meeting his. "maybe you could ask questions?"

at first miyako was completely oblivious to the guy behind her. she was off her game, stressed and worried. eventually as he opened his mouth more to spew out his shitty attempt at being funny (miyako was also a tad bit cranky) she did notice him, and still on her knees she turned half way to stare at him, head cocked to the side. what was his deal? she gave him the dirtiest look she could muster. but that look quickly turned to a grimace, then a quiet little wrecked sob. there was only so much a woman could take before things started to crumble, and she was just about ready to smash down the walls and this guys presence and ill timed comments were very effective at pushing her to the limit. not that she would have bothered even batting an eyelash at his antics on a normal day. no, she usually would have just ignored him, brushed it off and walked away. but all she felt like down now was shouting at him.

suddenly drained of energy, miyako turned her back to him and what had been left of her composure crumpled. her back slouched, shoulders shaking, head bowed low. she sobbed again but wouldn't let the tears that were watering up fall. the last thing she needed to do was be a moping mess. a nurse or doctor could be finding her any minute now with news about ezo - she could even be called in to his side. she didn't want to cry; she couldn't. no one wanted to see a crying female anyway. it'd just give the guy behind her more satisfaction from his rudeness. rubbing her eyes, miyako forced her back up straight. she hiccuped once, twice, then took a deep, shuddering breath. there, all better. she lied to herself.

"th-this is actually my favourite top," she laughed awkwardly, trying to joke around and liven up the atmosphere for her own benefit. she went back to moping up the mess with the paper towel. "i can be pretty clumsy though." idle chit chat was good. it kept her mind off of other things. having cleaned up the last of the water. she stood up to dispose of her makeshift mop. after she did, she turned back to the stranger. and stranger he definitely was. you didn't normally see someone of his appearance in konoha. a foreigner, he'd have to be a foreigner for sure. she noticed the IV he was holding on to but didn't comment.

"would you like a coffee?" rude he may be but miyako had to admit, it would be nice to have someone to talk or listen to and keep her mind off of ezo.

heavens help her she just had to stumble across that damned little shit she'd met at the hospital. her luck was literally draining out an invisible pocket at her side tonight. first, she got dragged out. second, she got ditched within five minutes. and third, but surely not the last to come, this brat had to turn up. pursing her lips, miyako watched him and tried not to be amused. as rude as he could be he had this kind of charm about him that would surely, eventually have to be popular with the ladies. she shook her head at his stumbling of words. she looked what? ridiculously out of place? slutty? she scoffed, declined the offer of shots before he even offered her the bottle. she hadn't even gotten a chance (not that she really wanted one) to respond to him before the shithead was off into the crowd to pester another female. at least he had good taste, from what miyako could see from the distance she was at, the chick he was chatting up was a damn good looker.

miyako was going to follow him for a chat and to meet the girl, but as she went to go, she felt a soft hand on her arm. a familiar, child like hand that made her smile. she turned, already knowing who it was, but when she saw the adorable little thing her smile turned brilliantly bright. the grey suit and tie suited him so well and the hard to tame hair made her giggle. she hadn't seen dear little ashura since their lunch date but she felt as though she had grown even fonder of him. she was about to ruffle his hair up but she realised finally that there was a taller man standing next to him. forgetting her manners, miyako stared at him bright eyed. she knew who it was before ashura had even introduced him. this was definitely uchiha ryuusuke, no doubt about it. he oozed importance. miyakos lips formed a silent sort of "oh" sound as she held out her hand-- but she quickly withdrew it. what was the proper mannerisms here? he was a former hokage. did she bow or what? swallowing awkwardly, miyako's cheeks were starting to turn pink.

"i-it's a pleasure to meet you," she stammered, then laughed. it was that honey, silky kind of golden laugh that she was known for. it wasn't sweet or musical like some girls but it had that kind of charm to it that drew people in, made them at ease. "i'm sorry. i've never met.. someone of your rank before. do i bow or shake your hand?"

way to come off as an uncultured peasant miyako. real charming. she could have slapped herself.

"he'll be fine," one of the nurses had told her, "just a punctured lung, a couple of broken ribs - his nose might be a little disfigured after but.. oh no, i'm sorry! really he'll be fine!"

miyako could have dropped the bitch right then and there. who the hell did she think she was? did she really think this was consoling? miyako did her best to smile but only managed a small grimace before politely asking the nurse to check back on ezo. it was early stages yet. miyako had gotten the call late into the night. she'd been the only emergency contact they could get onto, with her mother away on a mission and father in snow country for business. miyako had been out of the apartment doors within minutes - she didn't even remember locking the door or turning the kettle off, if she even did. she was still in her pajamas; an oversized t-shirt with a cat on the front and short shorts, with a cardigan pulled on messily, one shoulder already falling down. her hair was plaited and hung down her left side loosely. all in all she looked a mess, and felt it. ezo her younger brother had ran into some trouble, from what the nurse told her, and received some pretty nasty injuries. their team medic nin patched him up enough so they could get him home to proper care. they'd called her in as a courtesy but she could gather that he was in a pretty rough state.

unable to sit still miyako paced the hall outside of the emergency room, teeth ferociously chewing on her thumb nail. he was only sixteen for goodness sakes! he shouldn't be getting this roughed up. an image of ashura, the young boy she'd met the other day, flashed in her mind. had he ever been in that emergency room? she shuddered to think. a loud beep snapped her to attention, made her back track and hope to whatever gods were listening that it hadn't come from ezo's room. she wanted to see him, hold his hand, tell him everything's alright and lecture him for getting so beat up. frustrated with her inability to do anything, miyako turned to start her pacing again but ended up colliding in with one of the doctors.

"i'm so sorry," she breathed shakily, getting out of his way. all she was doing was being in the way. biting her lip, she folded her arms under her chest and walked down the hall way, into a room meant for family members and friends of patients. she'd been here a few times before, for her mother, her cousin, even friends. it wasn't a pleasant place for her, but she knew her way around. the coffee machine caught her eye and walking over to it, she set about making the strongest brew she could. in her haste, she managed to spill water all over the floor.

"god damn it!" she growled, snatching some paper towel from the dispenser near the fridge. on her hands and knees she started mopping up the mess. how lovely was this night turning out to be? and joy, it was only two o'clock in the morning. miyako had to hope no one would come in and see her like this.



ooc: @matty, i figured since yo hoe was in the hospital i'd just make a post there b/c idk :I deal with it

the green tea, forgotten next to the glorious food, finally caught miyako's eye as she stopped eating and picked it up, taking a delicate sip. it was still warm, thankfully. nothing worse than cold tea. when ashura pulled out the photograph to show her the girl, she gasped. kirino was one of those natural beauties it seemed, with curves in the right places, a beautiful smile and kind eyes. miyakos soft smile picked back up again, happy that ashura was keen on a nice girl - at least she assumed kirino was a nice girl. she'd have to be, for this kid to love her. and it was that real kind of love. miyako had been around long enough, gone through her own teenage breakups and helped her own siblings through there's to recognise that ashura really did love her. call it a woman's intuition or what you may but it was in the way he talked about her, looked at the picture of her, kept it folded in his breast pocket. it was heart warming to see, even in a kid so young. she could have almost been jealous. love was so hard to find, wasn't it? miyako hadn't found hers yet. she thought she had, so many times before, but it all ends up the same, depressingly enough.

no, not that true love bullshit miyako read about in her silly romance novels, but love. where you can need someone, want someone, and have someone entirely. who you can hate at the same time, cry over, curse, and yet still go back and try again because when you're with that one person you truly love, no matter what they do, everything is alright. everything turns out alright. that love, the hard, gritty kind of love, with heartache and happiness, it pulls two people together and makes them perfect for each other, amongst all their individual imperfections.

at least, that would be miyakos type of love. everyone had their own, hers was just a little more intense, not that she was really.. aware of it. at twenty six years of age she still had this way about her that made her tip toe around things. she could love a person, care about them so much, but she was insecure enough to think that one little fight would ruin everything. so she'd keep everything in. she wouldn't complain or whine or nag or bitch. so in the end, when everything bottled up finally overflowed, she'd snap, or they'd snap, and everything would be over. her last relationship was pretty much a mixture. it ended with a bang. not literally, as much as she would have liked.

"she really is beautiful," miyako finally said, smiling that little smile. adding cheekily, "looks a little older then you though."

now what ashura did next, she wasn't sure how to handle - or how to even react. it wasn't as if he was being a pervert (miyako doubted he was capable of that) but when you have a twelve year old kid grabbing onto your blouse and unbuttoning it to reveal a mighty view of cleavage, a lady does get a bit startled to say the least. she was scarlet red as he spoke and mortified as she was, miyako listened to his words carefully. his words that really, truly shouldn't have been coming out of his mouth because he was way too young and - good lord should she slap him away or what? she was about to push him away but then he blinked, and all she wanted to do was sit there and look at his eyes. as terrifying as they could be, she found them rather beautiful. in a tragic kind of way because lord knew the amount of shit that came with those eyes, especially his. miyako sighed when he finally pulled away, relieved. she was quiet, even after his last comment, thinking of all he had said. he was right, of course. even she could see past insecurities and recognise good advice. but it was hard to just.. stop doing something you'd become so accustomed to. so while she could, she slowly done up a couple of buttons, not all of them, but enough. it was a start.

"you're so.. beyond your years ashura," miyako slowly began to respond. "it's creepy. one moment you're this cute little kid, the next you're like a completely different person, but still the same. just older.." she was rambling, but she didn't care. "you're right, so ridiculously right. it's just hard, you know?" she laughed, unsure at first, but then heartily; a honey, liquid gold kind of sound that she couldn't help. she just had a lecture from a kid she'd known for what, an hour? what a crazy sunday this was turning out to be. calming down, she reached over to ruffle his hair again, and as she did she leaned in close to kiss his cheek.

"thank you," she murmured softly before standing up. "so! now that i've appeased my healthy appetite, are you coming back to the library?"

miyako nearly choked on the mouthful of food she'd just bitten into when she heard ashura giggle. of all the things she had him pinned for (already) she hadn't expected him to be able to make that kind of sound. he seemed to serious. but then again, thinking back to their walk here, he had shown that cheery side. miyako chewed her food thoughtfully. she was making too many assumptions. still, she was sitting next to a what, thirteen year old jounin. it was hard not to make assumptions about what his psychological and mental state would or should be. it was turning out to be quite the headache.

not that miyako was complaining. this was like reading a book that you just can't put down. he was fascinating and she was happy to hear that he appreciated her company. she felt for him when he told her about how people think of him. certainly they had just enough reason to fear the boys father, but thinking that he would end up like that as well? that was a bit rough. it was only human nature, however, and while she could look past the sins of a father, a lot of people weren't willing to do the same. it wouldn't be that difficult to fear a child like him, either. he was already so well established now, what strength was he to gain in the future?

miyako listened to his answers to her questions carefully as she kept on eating. she liked listening. he even trained genin? assisted chuunin? she'd wager ashura was younger than most of them. she had to wonder how that played out. the more he talked, the more normal he started to sound. she was relieved when he mentioned having younger friends. she couldn't imagine living his kind of life, constantly on duty, and she appreciated that he and all the other konoha nin were here to protect the village. but she was still uneasy. it just couldn't sit right with her maternal instinct, for him to be so young and - what she thought - burdened. miyako was like that. she cared too easily once you slipped in past her defenses. break through those and you were stuck with her for life. in the span of the past hour, though, she seemed to have broken down her own defenses just to let this little boy in, crazily sudden as it sounded.

when he asked how her lunch was, miyako almost missed that ashura had switched to nee-san. but lord did it sound better. she chewed the rest of her mouthful and swallowed. "wonderful as always. they make the best lunches here." she smiled at him and added, "thank you." for the meal that was, but also for changing his mind on the whole miyako-sama thing.

"you should try some! ...or are you kept on some sort of ridiculous shinobi diet?" she was mostly joking, sort of serious.