#v.naruto

Boruto Taps away on his handheld while strolling around. He couldn't put the damn thing down since he had just gotten the new Kagemasa game.

x Katara x See's a boy with a strange object in his hands walk pass. If she waved would he even notice? Probably not. . . with that look on his face, he was really involved with his contraption. First the torture box she wondered if that too was some sort of device konaha ninja's use for torture. A light bulb appeared as it might be for in-tell or long distance talking like those things called phones!!!! "Oi!! Blondie if your not careful you might run into something~"

Boruto Boruto had been completely unaware he was being watched. The village was a safe place where he felt entirely comfortable to let his guard down, so he was hardly on the watch for spies or stalkers. However, just as the brunette would be telling him to be careful, his foot would catch on a nearby tree root that had grown out of its area. With a surprised yelp, the blonde shinobi fell to the ground. His face took a hit, but his hand ensured that his game was safe and sound. He had his priorities in order. It had only just registered that the shouting girl may be talking to him, and so he turned his blue gaze up towards her. "Yeah, thanks for the tip." He said, his tone as sarcastic as it always was when he embarrassed himself. He was quick to get up and dust off and, after pausing his game and rubbing his eyes, his attention was fully on her. "You new to the village? I don't think we've met before."

x Katara x She heard her own voice boom inside her mind ‘HE’S-GOING-TO-FALL!’.  She bolted off the bench appearing beside him in seconds but just a split second to late falling short from the soreness of her muscles.  She grounded her teeth, hard as sharp shattering pain tore through her muscles.  Every fiber of her being wanted to explode with anger because she wasn’t fast enough.  Holding back the pain in her gaze.  

About to reach her hand out so she could help him up but he seemed to be resilient on his own picking himself up.  Ocean hues finds the courage to re-greet him again — her warning forgotten.   A fragile smile upon her face as she’d place her hands behind her back straightening up.  “Yes.”  Finding it a little long winded to explain why she was there.  Pointing to herself “I’m Katara I previously hail from Kumogakure.”  Headband glinting the Hidden Cloud symbol.

Boruto Something seemed to be bothering her, but before he could ascertain exactly what it was, she answered his question and introduced herself. Boruto's smile returned easily, as he tried not to stay in a bad mood when making first impressions. "Well, welcome to the village, Katara. I'm Boruto. I'm a Genin, and one of the best shinobi around." He extended a hand towards her, smiling as he did so. He had specifically left out the part of him being the Hokage's son as, despite their new understanding of each other's life, he still wanted to be seen for himself, rather than for who he's related to. His game was brought back to his attention and he started tapping away. "So, what is it you do for fun, Katara? You play any games?" Adding people to his circle would increase his battle power, so he tried to recruit anyone he could to his virtual team.

x Katara x Lips blossoming into a polite yet euphoric smile as she too was a Genin.  Though unlike him she was not the best.  She could never achieve something great, she works hard so she doesn’t fall behind.  Though it always caused an inner struggle but it never really got in her way from reaching her shinobi duty's in life.  “I’m a genin too but the reverse of you.”  Her cordial tone does not falter against the truth.  Taking his hand doing the ritual greeting between the two as she wouldn’t judge him by the chapter of his life she’s stumbled upon.  Hands right back behind her back as she was found herself confused.  She wasn’t really sure of that answer.  

Not really the kind of person to do many things for fun.  Though she had one personal hobby but collecting rocks wasn’t exactly something that fell under fun.  “I train a lot so I don’t really do many fun activities,” — lips standing idle pausing for a moment.  “I’ve been known as someone who doesn’t play well with others.”  Being completely honest, most kids that get to now her end up avoiding her like some sort of plague.  It’s just a matter of time but she didn’t mind it.  Of course not.  In fact Katara was actually used to the alluring embrace of solitude.  It left her more room to train and become a better shinobi though.

Boruto He had assumed she was a genin, given their similarity in age, but confirmation was always nice, what with wildcards out there becoming Anbu at thirteen or less. At her reversal comment, he gave a quizzical look but wouldn't interrupt to ask her to clarify. He was already getting tired just at the thought of training that much. He needed his game and relaxation time, or he would go insane. Still, he had met someone similar to her, and that was something he would voice. "Jeeze. You sound just like Metal." His exaggerated weariness showed on his features as he always loved being the dramatic. "Don't play well with others?" His attention snapped back to her as his expression turned, once more, to one of confusion. "That's what they used to say about me." Flashes of his pre-academy days, lectures from Shikadai, and stern looks from his mother invaded his mind, and he offered her a reassuring smile. "Listen, if you spend all day training your skills in combat, you'll never have time to train your skills with other people. Telling people you don't play well with others doesn't put you in the best light." He was giving a light chuckle in an attempt to keep the mood happy. After all, he didn't want to scold someone's way of life, but how could someone just accept the way they are without trying to get better? "Maybe you should try to find a hobby or something. That way, you could find some common ground with other people."

x Katara x Metal?  She seemed to like the name as much as she liked the material.  Passions differ as much as reasons do but she did wonder if he was much like her own self.  Someone who struggled.  A soft giggle surfaced as she was entertained by the facial features that he presents.  “Yes.”  Confirming his question with little hesitance.  Opening her mouth to say something, but then thought the better of it.  Wasn’t it better to warn someone honestly before they hear the heartless gossips and cold whispers that succumbs around her?  She didn’t want to be the deceiving silence before the storm.  Each second was painful, as her mind kept transitioning memory after memory through the scenes that guarantee the warning.  However she couldn’t help but smile accepting his gift of wisdom.  

She trusts his words like a moth drawn to a flame : his persuasive charisma burned a new path before her she just has to work hard to change her fated self.  Ocean hues gazing into his, she was unsure how to express her thanks.  There was something about Boruto that was truly enchanting yet undeniable.  The fact that he made her feel disarmed with just words to such a degree was certainly alarming but she didn’t dislike it.  “I suppose I don’t want people to get disappointed.”  A soft hum as the look of disappointment always came to surface on many occasions.  “Mmm.  I do have one hobby but collecting rocks isn’t much of a conversation starter.  Perhaps I should explore more options.”  Her larynx soars towards new light.  Crossing into new undiscovered waters onto new parts of her soul.  “You?  What are your hobbies?”

Boruto It was obvious his words had some sort of effect on her as a certain brightness overtook her previously dulled hues. How long had she lived in her own self-doubt? She was smothering herself with training to avoid being a disappointment to others. A gloom threatened to overtake Boruto's mood. He was naturally talented, so he couldn't relate to those who had to work to get where they were as well as others, but he had heard stories of his father and how much of an upward battle it had been to get where he was. People who went through that sort of thing came out stronger. That was just fact at this point. She spoke of her rock collection and, though he wouldn't outwardly say anything, he had to agree that rocks weren't t he most interesting thing. When asked of his own hobbies, his hands were stuffed in his jacket pockets and he looked towards the sky to think. "Me? Well, I like to play games, train, play shinobi bout, and collect merchandise for the things I like." He looked back down to her, satisfied with his answer. "I have an idea. How about you go into the market, ask the shopkeeper what's popular, and buy something that a lot of people like. If you can get into it, you'll have a sure fire way of finding people who think similarly to you." He grinned confidently and, like his father, his hands met behind his head and he leaned into his own grip. He had spent enough time talking to a stranger, as his game was beckoning him. His shin obi duty was to help those in need, but any more advice and he'd start to feel too much like his old man. "Hey, I'll see you around. I'm pretty popular around here, so maybe if you talk about me, that could help you find some friends." He said this while walking away and wearing an overly-confident face. Truly, he had played himself up, but it wasn't totally a lie. If she ran into any of his friends and said that she too was friends with Boruto, then they'd accept her no doubt. He was just about to pull his game out when he noticed how low the sun had gotten. Panic struck his heart like a shuriken against a target. What time was it?! He was going to be late for dinner again! Suddenly, he took off in a mad sprint.

x Katara x He certainly had a range of hobbies and it was interesting hearing about them.  Looking away towards the direction of the market listening to his idea was going to be a lot easier than following through but not at all impossible.  But why not?  Maybe she’ll do that next time she’d find herself near the area at most.  Standing like this for so long was starting to feel draining but she didn’t show it.  “Thanks for the advice it was nice meeting you Boruto” Optimistic words chime as she’d wave seeing she spent to much of his time meeting in unique circumstances of him and his device.  

x Katara x Katara ached for sleep to come tonight but, as usual of late moving to the HIdden Leaf Village, her mulling mind prevented it.  There is a cause for the clutter that has risen in these late hours.  In too short for time, hour after restless hour, she’s battling matters in her vulnerable state.  Being a few hours before sunrise && craved sleep so badly, but it has betrayed her once again.  At this point, any sleep is an impossible prayer.  Lying hollowly under familiar sheets, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, inhaling scents, && sounds that hover.  She couldn’t lie here any longer, everything her past / old life will seep through her mind && into her heart.  && she wasn’t ready for that.  Replacing the threat of remembering by DOING.  Tussling the tangled sheets loose being as quiet as a mouse getting dressed fully armed.  Pausing a moment to look && listen for movement.  Confident she sneaked out through her bedroom window on the 2nd floor.  Weary body loathing her mind’s resolve to escape her thoughts in the only way she’s found that worked ――― r u n n i n g.  Not being able to spend another second bottled up in her thoughts, fretting over the unknown she could not predict ――― alter ――― or what role to play.  The atmosphere is calm but swathed in the stench of Village.  

Nostrils flare with each inhalation tracking the only scent she knew.  Running easily through the moonlit streets hunting for a natural water source catching onto the aroma  but all she ended up finding was water towers attached to facilities, backed up water gutters she took the time to unclog quietly && rain barrels.  Paralyzing pulses radiate through each disappointment.  She used to feel the WATER / w a v e s like a part of the tidal rhythm in her own body but coming here fringed creating an invisible barrier.  Lifelessly sinking to some pit / quicksand bottom that was impossible to escape.  Dumping the contents out of the rain barrel staring at the sludge water staining the ground in mild disgust && anger.  Not staying in one place for too long the sound of splashing water was easy to hear by the trained ear.  Searching for something that felt non existent.  Scaling the tallest wall easily accomplishing the climb safely slinking on top of the roof.  She slumped down so exhausted, bone-shaken with washed out frustration, && sharp breathless expression trying to catch her breath back.  Deflated blue eyes staring out seeing the wide contours of Konohagakure  ――― Village Hidden in the Leaves && inhabitants soaking it all in.

Atasuki Deidara

--- Deidara! That was his name, wasn't it? If he his memories served him, it was. But it sounded like it was shouted through water; distorted and barely made out syllables. He had died, hadn't he? Of course he had. b o o m; art. Art killed him. The finest displays one could ever hope to see, to dream. And yet, why did he feel as though he still lived, still felt the subtle cool grass between fingers. Unless-- Wait. Grass? He could feel the chill of their blades, rough like a cat's tongue. Maybe wherever he had ended up had grass. Maybe there were flowers; an endless field of fragrant flowers. He hoped that the peace he found would last forever. He did what he had felt was necessary, right? There wasn't much more in it than wanting to express himself in his art. That's the goal of every artist-- Were those birds? He could hear birds. Their alluring, soft calls just as soothing as the sounds of the wind brushing neatly through the tree

s; faint rustling that stimulated his brain in a positive manner. Perhaps he had found where it was they'd all ended up at in the end. Would he see them? See any of them? It was at this moment, sensations started to return to his extremities; cool ground, a bit damp.. hey, wait, was it raining? How long had that been going on? Can it rain after death? Pinpricks of cool water splash across his features, dampening his clothes and hair. It was at this moment that his eyes snapped open. There was no waiting sun to blind him, no waiting glow of some ethereal caregiver. No, it was just.. trees? and more trees. Wh-- Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, like he was stuck in a vat of molasses and glue, unable to really move much more than a bit at a time. Truly an odd feeling, so leaden and rooted to the spot. It didn't dawn on him, until a deep breath had been taken, that his lungs burned with the lack of air up until that moment - pinpricks of acute pain

and discomfort began to flood the entirety of his form. Sensations spread across the entirety of his form, filling him with such intense anxiety that he shot straight upward, sitting up with a wild look in his gaze. Where the hell was he?! Confusion, anxiety, anger -- it was all too much for him. Throwing himself over on to his hands and knees, colorless bile-filled vomitus rose out of his mouth and splashed onto the ground. Blargh! You don't throw up in the afterlife, right? Staring at the puddle a moment before his eyes rolled up into his head, forcing him to fall back over, on to his back, once more. This wasn't supposed to be how it was, right? He didn't know what was going on anymore and there was little in his head or around him to properly convey the information he needed. Everything swam behind a thin layer of unshed tears as he felt another welling within the depths of his stomach, violently wrenching himself over again to let it go. Trembling from th

e efforts, he finally could start pulling himself away from the mess made and attempt to find his legs and arms. Those still worked, right? His patchwork arms and body were on display, with little in the way of modesty. Finding a tree, he forced himself upward, weakly, and draped himself on lower level situated branches. How long was he out for? A long time? Some time? Forever? His eyes were sunken in, skin taut over emaciated form. He didn't look good, but he wasn't subjected to the assault that would surely diminish his self-esteem and self-worth. At this point, the rain had picked up its war upon the earth and all exposed, including himself. Before he knew it, his hair was plastered about his wet and exposed skin. He looked paler as a result too; almost callow and withdrawn. Like a corpse.. It was hard to assess the level of damage properly right now. However, he knew that he wasn't quite himself anymore, there were pieces missing and mysteries unanswered.

x Katara x Deflated blue eyes staring out seeing the wide contours of Konohagakure  ―――  Village Hidden in the Leaves && inhabitants soaking it all in for a couple of hours.  Until she could smell the scent of a new source of tainted water.  Resulting  in a potent stench that was easily detected from long distances.  But it passed the comforts && safety of the Village. . . within the ancient forest that loomed && towered.  She’d get in a lot of trouble if she got lost. . . but the feeling of curiosity && tension within herself battled.  Bracing herself doing something stupid.  Very stupid.  Like a moth to a flame she wandered towards the lining trees.  Gazing straight in front, between the old giant trees && what's lurking within.  Curiosity was stronger than fear of the forest.  Jogging into the old woods all alone && prepared to face unspeakable terrors. Adrenaline began filtering through her veins tracking the vile aroma within the sea of trees taking higher ground jumping from branch to branch weaved between trees, with a gentle mist-drizzled coating the air.  Where she should feel excitement it was dread pooling deep in her stomach as she’d lose the vile water scent if she didn’t hurry.  Finding the source!  Only she tightened her jaw && shook her head.  She tracked. . . threw up. .  that's new but gross.  So gross.  Didn’t think that was even possible.  

Keeping that alllll to herself.  Since that’s not something to brag about.  Squinting at the silhouette figure laying on the forest ground.  She shot them a curious, almost sad look, plunging her hands into her leg holster pulling a vial out twisting the top as there was a sound of taking something out.  Like a puppet losing its strings she collapsed onto her knees upon the forest floor above their head tilting her head gazing down at an unknown face. Not like that was very new, she was always staring at too many faces but none she knew.  But not sure if she was staring at someone DEAD or a l i v e as much as she couldn’t tell if they were a BOY or g i r l.  Though she had noticed that their hair was longer than she thought, && damp, darker blond, as water film reflected the glowing sheen of a lovely glittering hue.  | Stop looking at them |, she thought, && closing her eyes, the way little kids do thinking it’s going to make herself invisible.  But unfortunately when she peaked a second later, they were still there.  Parting her lips to suck in some air to prepare herself, she choked ungracefully instead. . .Coughing into her sleeve, nervous. Not very sure what to do if its . . . well dead?   Now the moment of truth were they DEAD or a l i v e she cracked an CINNAMON b a r k over there nose searching for an reaction out of them

Atasuki Deidara

Deidara was about as useful as a wet, plastic bag hanging on a tree branch. In the wake of his .. resurrection? Revival? Rewakening? -- He just didn't know how to process his surroundings. It was hard to look passed the film of disbelief and mild horror. As far has he had come to know, he was dead. The rain was soaking everything around it, making him soppy and wet as a result. His hair seemed to weigh so much as he stared through it, blankly. Some of the rain had slowly crept itself down across his features and into his eyes, which forced a blink out of him. But otherwise, he just couldn't be assed to move. To be honest, the intense pins and needles sensation was starting to ebb, allowing him to actually feel that he still had all of his limbs. At first, he had thought his arm gone, but there it was. He slowly started to move when he noticed movement, then heard a cough. Brows knit. He wasn't the

only one here? Ugh. And they'd see him like this? A barely dressed pancake, struggling to move his soppy wet form. How embarrassing. Then again, did he really care? Deidara was still staring out of a 'break' in his long, leaden blonde - someone was there, but he couldn't make out details or anything in particular. They were approaching. Despite the intense numbness, he stiffened up in reaction. He didn't think he could actually react quick enough to cause harm, but he wasn't going to simply go down again without a fight. As soon as she got close, he made an inhuman sound of alarm and jerked away from her. It wasn't long before he was dragging himself backward, his brain slow to process what might be benign in nature. The Missing-Nin simply couldn't let someone so close without good cause! But, the suddenness and the anxiety of it all only served to cause him more discomfort; his head shaken furiously. Still, h

e couldn't speak. If he could, he'd drink the water form the sky at this point. Who the fuck was this? His processing speeds weren't up to snuff unfortunately. But, he was trying to place her, still trying to maintain a fair bit of distance, even if he had to actively drag his ass everytime she attempted to close the gap. It should be noted that he looked a bit beaten up, a bit charred, and without his iconic cloak. In fact he was just in his fishnets, simple over shirt and beaten-to-shit pants; none of which were in good condition. Both of his arms showed signs of stitching and a portion of his right arm looked to be .. different altogether. His back was eventually flush against a tree trunk and, after some serious effort on his part, he spoke; "Stay.. away." Harsh, hoarse and almost lost in the hushed murmur of the rain that started to gain momentum, further washing the world of its latest sins.

x Katara x To Katara’s racing pulse hearing an inhuman sound of alarm coming out of them was beautiful to the ears.  Blood hammered in her ears.  Relief filled Katara knowing they were alive, but once they were beyond the illusion, doubts rose.  She worried leaving her nervous && added to the strain. Who was this person, though?  && how did they get here looking so beaten up && charred?   Not knowing their name,  their story.  Nor what they’ve done, nor what they’ve been through by the options they had to choose from.  Not judging his story by the chapter she’s walked in on.  Even as a bystander, the one-sided exchange was painful.  Gaze trailing their actions holding her breath watching them drag themselves backward, head shaken furiously.  Only releasing her breath when they were eventually flushed against a tree trunk.  Shutting her eyes && clenching her hands tightly until her knuckles turned white with half moons imprinted into calloused palms, resisting the urge to approach them  ――― help them ――― she had to try, doing anything was better than doing nothing.  But how do you help someone who won’t let her get near them.  The conversation died for now && the only sound was there breathing && the rain.  Welcoming the pelting rain upon herself, trickling down against her, shivering in delight.  But this delightful && joyous reunion was tainted.  The silence between them left her in what she had been avoiding && running from all along.  What's kept her up night after night.