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"history?" miyako thought for a moment. she didn't mind it so much, but it was nice to delve into something fictional. you could go so many places with books, she didn't really feel the need to read about the past. especially the horrors that marred konohas - rather, the shinobi worlds past. she listened to what ashura had to say, however, fascinated with his interest in it. when he opened the book that he'd just borrowed out and showed her the center image, she read the name and almost cringed. you don't grow up in konoha, survive even as a civilian, and not know the face and name that she was being shown. uchiha kouketsu, huh? she bit her lip, wondering at his interest in such a man. she certainly wasn't expecting his explanation. when he told her that kouketsu was his very own father, miyako faltered a step and almost tripped over. "silly shoes," she muttered, pretending the blame was on the high heels she was wearing.

she didn't know what to say. what could she say? 'i'm sorry your father tried to destroy the world'? did she even need to say anything? was this one of those situations when someone tells you they have a dead parent, and you apologise, give them a sorrowful look, and feed them petty bullshit that they don't really care about? miyako decided not to say anything. she just gave him a grim kind of smile, and ruffled his hair again. as he told her about having a step-father she was glad to hear that he'd at least grown up with a father figure. miyako had heard of ryuusuke, their former hokage, not too much of it had stuck but it was there in the back of her head.

ashura sounded so cheery that it conflicted with what he was telling her. not that miyako was complaining. she just found it sad - she found it all so very sad. a child, not much older than her own little sister, standing at the around the top of a hierarchy of trained killers, a dead step-father, spending his sundays reading history books about his monster of a father. he should be out playing, she thought. or at home, having lunch with his family and getting ready for exams. but she had to stop herself from thinking like that. she'd only just met ashura. sure, miyako was known for being secretly soft at heart, and getting close to people too quickly. but there were limits. pitying this little boy and wishing things were different for him wasn't going to change anything.

"you don't have to use that honorific, you know," she chuckled. "makes me feel like a granny. how about miyako-nee? or nee-san?" they were nearly at the restaurant. she could already smell meat cooking. "i like fiction, mostly," miyako answered his question. "don't laugh but i'm a sucker for a good romance."

when ashura told her there wouldn't be a next time, she believed him right away. there was something about the boy, that calm sense of self. it wasn't arrogance, she was sure. he shouldn't be capable of coming off as so assertive. he couldn't be more than fourteen, but he seemed far older. it almost made her sad. to be the superior of two shinobi far older than him, he would have had to be fairly high in the ranking. even promising her that they'd be reprimanded, by the hokage? she was pulling all the pieces together, connecting gossip and rumors, pieces of chit chat she'd heard in the markets. ashura would certainly have to be that genius kid she'd heard about - vaguely, for she rarely listened to gossip about konoha nin. uchiha, wasn't he? something like that at least. miyako chewed her lip. she wasn't much of a fan for young shinobi being in high up places. it put them under more risk, opened them up to more horrors, took away (in her mind) their childhoods.

for all her musings she almost missed his comments about how guys throw themselves at her, and genjutsu. she did pick up on it, though, and had to chuckle. observant, wasn't he? miyako shook her head, then realised he was leaving. she couldn't just let him leave, that'd be rude. he'd helped her out, and besides that, she really did want to get to know more about him. he was like a book waiting for her to read.

"wait, wait," she called after him, picking up her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. a quick glance around the library showed that everyone had taken hizashi and his friends' cue and left. "i really am going to treat you to lunch kiddo. you saved me back there, so don't be running off so quick." she reached out to ruffle his hair again, like she did with her little sister, but pulled her hand back. miyako had a bad habit over being over familiar when people interested her enough to break through the reservedness. she wasn't too sure if this kid would appreciate the hair ruffling too much. he might have been much younger than her, but he probably had a hell of a lot more worldly experience.

"so, barbeque then? i'm starving."

she wasn't taking no for an answer.

the library was quiet. more so than usual. on a good day, you could always here hushed whispers here and there, a photocopier going - even some of the noise from the activity outside would leak in. today, however, it was just.. quiet. it was a pleasant change for miyako, sitting at the front desk while she filed a few letters for overdue fees. she was the only librarian in today, her mischievous little intern having called in sick due to a sore stomach. miyako wanted to believe her, and hurry over with a care basket, but reality sets in even for the softest at heart and she knew undoubtedly that her suki was just hungover. being a sunday miyako could hardly expect anything less from an eighteen year old.

aside from herself, miyako had counted only five other people in the library, each doing their own things; messing up her shelves, studying for exams, lazing around on the couches. sundays were like this. no one liked libraries on a sunday. everyone was either at home, sleeping off alcohol poisoning, or out on a mission - hell, even having lunch with the family. it was 1pm and miyako still hadn't gotten a chance to sneak off and find something to eat. she was avoiding the hassle of having to badger everyone out of the building so she could lock up for half an hour. she pouted at the thought and sunk further into the high backed office chair, letters finished. that was the last on her to do list. nothing left now but to wait until closing. she didn't see herself lasting that long though.

"excuse me, miss," came a slick sounding voice to her right. startled, miyako looked up to find two shinobi grinning down at her. new arrivals, she thought with a dull expression.

"how can i help you?" she asked politely, giving a half sort of smile. her hair was up today, with a few short tendrils escaping the messy bun. she was wearing her reading glasses, and her white blouse was buttoned right to the top. she'd opted for a black pencil skirt and high heels to match today, not being able to find her usual slacks. for all the conservative clothing however, she had caught the eye of the two men who'd gone on to ask her about a book she knew they had no interest in at all. she bit her lip when she saw the quieter one obviously staring at her chest. determined to not cause a scene, she wrote down the section and number for the book and passed it to them, hoping they'd be on their way. but low and behold, the piece of paper got crinkled in his hand as he leaned on the counter, arms folded, cheesy smile still in place.

"so whats a pretty little thing like you doing hiding in the library all the time?" he asked. "i never see you out, you know. in the clubs. do you even go out? i'd love to see that." i'd love to see you in a skimpy dress, is what you mean, she thought. miyako had been working here for years. she'd heard these lines time and time again. her patience was wearing thin, especially since she was hungry. hunger always made her extra grumpy and extra snappy.

"that piece of paper will direct you to the book," she said, standing up. "you'd better hurry. i'll be closing up soon for lunch."

"how about i treat you out then? the both of us," the shinobi nudged his quiet friend who was still staring.

miyako clicked her tongue, quick to say, "no thank you."

"oh come on now, don't be like that..." he really didn't know when to give up, did he? miyako frowned, uneasy. still, the both of them stood there. she chewed her lip, wondering how she was going to get herself out of this one.



ooc: whew. haven't rped in a while :c idk what i'm doooing