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Honnari

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When Honnari awoke this morning, a tall, dark-haired man knocked on his door. When he answered, he was introduced to a chuunin who said that he was employed at the adminstration's building. Furthermore, there was a note that was waiting for him, and he had to come pick it up in person. 

That made it more a chore than anything else, and with spiteful mutters, he'd add it to his list of errands. The friendly light-eyes of the chuunin dissappeared with a wave, and Honnari stared daggers into his back.

If he hadn't been the least bit interested that someone had written him a note, he would have rolled back into bed. 

Sometime between hair-knot wrestiling and tail busheling, Honnari had neared the administration building, more wanderlust towards the of hokage level of affairs and elitism. Hard to believe a hardy, scruffled man, barely in his thirties, ran this fiery province with a will of iron. Literally.

When he approached, the light-eyed man from that same morning had graced him a second time. He had such a toothy grin. "Honnari, right? Glad you came. The guy here waiting has the patience of a saint."

He saw the confusion register on Honnari's face before he could hide it. A small, nervous smile played on his lips, he probably sees things like this happen a lot. It wasn't what he said though, his words were like vanilla pudding, sweet in their ordinary sort of way, it was the richness of his tones – luxurious and warm. "Someone is waiting for me?"

There was a delicious moment where the chuunin's face washed blank with confusion, like his brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take in the information from Honnari's wide eyes. Every muscle of his body just froze before a grin crept onto her face, it soon stretched from one side to the other showing every single tooth. He was a pleasant man, beyond reproach; it was so out of place.

He gestured to a corridor, and smiled lightly. Honnari hesitantly meandered in the supposed to direction of this mystery man. His amble excursion allowed him to access his aquaintances. Could it be Akito, wanting to see him again?

Another chance to fight along side Mokuzai? Or another awkward lunch with Tamago and that drunkard. He cringed at the last one.

The lazy wind pushes against the unkempt grass like a child sending a dandelion seeds on their way: one o'clock, two o'clock, three. Above the white wisps trail and the late spring sun brings a welcoming warmth that coats Honnari as good as caramel over a harvest apple. The sun says it is near noon and somehow his memory of the time is no more than ten minutes, twenty at the most. With a long exhale he can detect the tell tale signs that his brain is still waking from a nap, there are the vestiges of a dream, turning in nonsensical ways, grasping to remain. Then from nowhere comes the memory of where he supposed to be, and what he was doing at this time.

At the end of the corridor, a young boy, hair like jet, and eyes like a violet in spring, awaits in a self-effacing way. He is clad in a plum tinted shirt with straps tracing his shoulders, and one across the middle of his torso. Umbrella to boot.

Unsure, Honnari ask, "You. Were you the one who asked to see myself?"


WC: 590/590



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Kisei

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I was smiling daggers into the wall, patiently hoping, waiting, that The courier or whoever they were wasn't going to gone for long. The clock next to me had been ticking away the time for the past hour he'd been here. There were a lot of things to do and I'm going to waste time- actually all my work was cleared yesterday for this meeting so I don't really have an excuse to be angry. Damn my preparedness. I'm too good for me sometimes.

The Hokage said I was clear to train with whoever I wanted, even mentioning someone they hand in mind but so far there hasn't been any word of this 'supposed' person. So I'll be taking this into my own hands! Although it definitely helps when your partner isn't late. (Though to be fair- nope, no fairness allowed here). Truth be told I'm still lucky to be here. Even though I accepted the Kage's position as ambassador I haven't exactly been the best employee... 'How I didn't get arrested for harassment for that one hot guy I will never know'.

The memory of strong muscles and firm biceps flooded his mind and sent a flush through his body, with a very hard reminder that he was still a teenager evident in his body's reaction.

Wow, can puberty come late? Pretty sure I didn't have this problem a year or two ago. Either way, where is the bathrooms? Just as I was reaching for my umbrella a pair of people came through the entrance and I immediately straightened my posture. One of them was easily recognized as the guy who said he'd be retrieving Honnari, which meant that the almost angelic figure next to them was supposed to be the only who was training him. But something was off... While I know looks can be incredibly decieving in this world of ninja and super powered humans, Honnari looked much too thin. Perhaps it was just the shawl hiding their features but this one didn't suggest the strength of a regular ninja, even genin held more weight in their stride than this one. My thoughts immediately soured. 'How am I supposed to ask this...' he paused, deciding on a pronoun, 'person, to train me. I'm probably even stronger than they are right now!' Well, I suppose they could just talk for the day first. Get to know each other before they decided anything.

My suspicions were confirmed when the shawled figure asked if I was looking for them. Their voice wasn't soft per se, more... Relaxed, calm. Tranquil you could say; not the voice of a ninja. Suddenly he felt really heavy loaded carrying two weapons on him. Quietly, I scanned their features once more, looking for any context that might be useful. Grabbing my umbrella with my left, I walked over to my 'tutor'. "Well, that depends, are you Honnari." Offering them my right hand. "My name's Kisei Ushinatta, ambassador for the Sand refugees."

After introductions I'd retract my hand, suggesting that we go somewhere to talk. "Though I think it's best if you lead." He offered.


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Assuming his attendance would suffice, Honnari did not identify himself. He directed his immediate thought to just why he'd be called to the Adminstration's Building, to speak with someone whom he's never met, under circumstances that had still not been disclosed. At least not to himself.

"Lead where?" Honnari said, slightly defensive. "You are not a familar of myself. Who are you, that you may call upon me, Kisei Ushinatta?"

He'd said it himself. He was an ambassador of  Suna's refugees. It managed to wrip at his conscience. Just days ago had he returned from the labyrinth of hostile men, raised glass, and little efface between the people and vulture food. The sizzling hot days, and bitterly cold nights. He could only imagine what he'd bore witness to, agony if any. And what he'd had to leave behind. Heat rained down on them like the breath of hell. The scorched sand shimmered in the intense white rays of the sun.Their hats cocooned their heads in warm sweat, the arid heat burnt at their lungs. Nothing and no-one moved in that penetrating heat unless they were desperate, and they were. The images waded in his head with perefect clarity.

Honnari was there, and he remembered.

His eyes sized him from head to toe. His lean lanky frame was ramrod straight, and eyes that rivaled any wild flower. As a collateral for his rather rude tone, Honnari did indeed shake the boy's hand. His finger tips did not clasp his hand firmly, perhaps because Kisei was still so foreign to him. He lured his hand back in a lightness of action, coddling it to his chest as if it was tender.

To reiterate, he says, "Forgive me my trespass, and foregoing inhospitably. I am Honnari, apostle of the Sun and Moon." Truth be told, Kisei did not look as broken as Honnari might expect. He was not worn from the images, jaded from dissapointment for having abandoned his home. Nor ashamed to have to take shelter with a village whom his own has such a past with.

Kisei's face was flustered red. Adulation towards himself seemed like too big a stretch, and he thought that the heat must have been getting to him instead. Which was not uncommon from the intense summers the Leaf conjured. Heat so rapid to create illusions, wavering images in the street market. Droplets of sweat even riveting off the bridge of one's nose. Where not even the dandies, or the elites of the village could hide their soaked backs. Even the shadows gave no relief.

The heat of the sun, as blazen as the will of Sol. "You can accompany me if you'd like. Though I may ask you to go into subtle detail on your exprience in Suna If I can."

WC: 478/1068


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Kisei

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I could feel nerves pop out of place when Honnari protested them leaving together but I kept a pleasant smile on my face. Just what exactly was this guy (girl[whatever!]) pulling here?! Though I brought it down a notch when they apologized. They didn’t seem to be lying so that was that. Still, I was a bit ticked on how fast they changed directions. “Good to meet you officially Honnari.” I nodded. Clenched jaw loosening up gradually. Deep breathes, this… person, is still part of who you represent. I reminded myself. Just like how the Hokage represents the whole of the village, so I do. Sand or Leaf, both were his people now, and I had sworn in front of their other defender that I would carry the same burden, for both our futures.

Still that didn’t make it any easier not to throw this one out a window or through a wall.

Half interestedly I agreed to Honnari’s request for his time in the Sunagakure, although with a requirement of his own. “Only if you tell me more about yourself when we stop. So lead on, our fates are in your hands.” I verbally jabbed, playfully. With my plans of training shot out the window I was practically free today. So location wise, I was pretty prepared for wherever Honnari decided to take me. Well, except the red light district, pretty sure I’m banned from there still. I shrugged. Not like they can do anything about it once I’m old enough. In the back of his mind however, he wondered if Honnari was even old enough to go to such places. Might explain why they’re so thin. Some jogging or weight training might do them some good, because even ninjutsu or genjutsu specialists, which I'm assuming Honnari was, need to at least be physically fit enough to run from a battle if things get bad. I've seen sand refugee grandmas more physically fit than this. Perhaps its a birth defect, might be rude to ask then. All while in thought I managed to navigate to the front door, waiting or following Honnari depending on their reaction.

It was a warm, blazing, day in the Village Hidden in the Leaves, with no plans or place in mind. The only objective being to talk, and learn more about each other. At least it's my goal that is. Just another easy going day in paradise. Let's hope it stays that way.


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Honnari

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Steeling himself for this encounter, Honnari walks away, knowing that his new acquaintance will follow suit. All things considered, there were still a few steps he must take.

More food offerings. Healthy white sonatas, and more flora-sense for the oil lamps and burners. Then a steep trek up the ravine, tempting closer to his shrine which, when traced up the Naka, lead one to his shrine. 

A bed of the ivory cosmos sat atop a(n) Hokage head, but a venture like that seemed too impractical. While beautiful and tenacious due to their wild growth, he'd just lead them to market instead. The busy clamor and loud throngs of buyers and sellers shouldn't be too voracious with this type of heat. 

Brisk steps would lead them to the linoleum tarps, litters, and trolleys. Telltale signs that the market districts was imminent. Sellers advertising their wares with promises of unmatched prices and product integrity. Business today seemed scarce, which put targets over their heads. Every now and then a seller would become too forward, and Honnari would have to firmly assert his disinterest.

In the distant wavering heat, Honnari could see the botanical stand, operated by a croon, old woman with hair like snow and dark eyes. She smelled like a desert rose and the base-notes of rubbing oil.

Speaking of the desert. "You're from Suna, Kisei? I was there not too recently. I must say, If I hadn't known what circumstances had birthed those towers of glass, they would almost be beautiful."

Honnari twirled the stem of a cosmo through his laced-fingers. He loved the way they marveled his robe. He smirked, and stole a glance at the Hokage mountain. Wondering where she might have gotten them.

"I won't ask you to relive anything, but I would like to know who was responsible. It's something I've actually been thinking about--recently."

Outside his home, here in the Hidden Leaves, he would have never imagined that a place like that could exist. It was as if even god had abandoned it, and men and their beast were free to roam and do whatever they pleased. And they did. Thus turning the place into a circle of hell. And like hell, it was timeless.

The old woman walked to an unseen quarter out of sight. Trusting Honnari as a frequent visitor and customer that he would not take anything. "How rude of myself--" Honnari promenaded to another side of the stand, perpendicular to Kisei. He swept his veil out of his way as he leaned over to smell a colorful boquet. "--did you want to know something about me?"

He seemed restless, contrasting his airy saunters he seemed to glide in. Hands poised in utter delight to the interesting scents and beautiful colors that, from afar, looked like a mosaic.

A few bouquets had been pushed to the back, and Honnari could see why. The flowers lie on the table, their once beautiful petals curling at the edges from the summer heat, already their stalks are limp and when he picked them up their heads fall with gravity towards the table. They must not be native to this heat.

The task of picking out flowers was not really a task at all to him. And it put him in a giddy mood.

WC: 560/1628


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"Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars."
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Kisei

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Well, their choice of venue could be better but I wasn't about to complain. The market and merchantile districts we're nothing particularly new. The lack of customers were a strange sight however. I was used to visiting occasionally for building contracts when me and Shouto were still constructing the shop. Just the occasional look through the place for a decent restaurant after a hard day at the forge. It was funny to watch the mostly mild mannered Honnari assert themself at too focused marketeers. Though otherwise they seemed to understand their way around the place rather well. Though I suppose this 'was' their village. Speaking of villages, Honnari was keen on learning more about his as they lead the two of them to a flower stand.

At first Kisei was too shocked by the sudden breach in the comfortable silence, then the... Disagreement, I had with their choice of words. The picture of the ruins was death. People once lived there, and laughed there, and for sure have died there. With nothing to their legacy than a shattered home and a mockery of their homes in scattered glass and ash. However I kept my response civil.

"If you want to know who caused it any of the survivors or those who visited the Chuunin exams can tell you the about the massive snake that destroyed the administrative building. But the Hokage knows of another one, someone stronger than even he is, that also was there." I replied sullenly. I'm still pissed that the Hokage decided to withhold that piece of information from him. Honestly, there was no real reason not to tell him. Meaning One, doing so would conflict with the safety of his village. Two, it would compromise something he wishes to keep intact. Or three, it would cause a revolt.

Damn it, I got too caught up in the moment to properly debate that shitty deal. Now I gotta wait till I qualify as a special jounin before I find the murderer of my village. Just peachy. The mood wasn't totally ruined however, when Honnari asked for a question about them, I was genuinely curious, and a bit pissed at the moment, so I went with something a bit personal.

"What clan are you from? I can't seem to figure you out quite as easily as I'd like. You don't seem to strike me as an Senju or any of that variety. I have heard some details of a Kurama clan in Konoha, though they aren't as mainstream." I mumbled the last part, not wanting to offend them to harshly if they were of that particular clan.


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"If you want to know who caused it any of the survivors or those who visited the Chuunin exams can tell you about the massive snake that destroyed the administrative building. But, the Hokage knows of another one, someone stronger than even he is, that also was there." Honnari leaned in to a bouquet and sniffed around. Smelling for herbal basenotes, and the lingering scents of wet dirt. All signs of freshly picked, well watered product. 

"A snake and two others? Morbid." Honnari sauntered over to Kisei's side, lightly brushing past him. His hands held in a graceful and elegant bearing. He swept his robe out of the way as a rooster hurried between the two of them, along with a  weather-beaten, old man who was equal amounts "very sorry" and disgruntled. 

Honnari was not one to wallow in the misfortune of others, and his sullen response and leering grimace suggested that he might have been prying. Condolences aside, and like god, he would concern himself with such personal machinations. He was here. He was breathing. And nothing was worse than not!

Kisei seemed to dither for a bit. A flux of incredulity and inner turmoil, perhaps? Just a simple boy. Or a boy, but not so simple. His face seemed so war-jaded and tired, with a crippling front that only revealed itself to be fragile. Honnari could almost smell the angst permeate off of him. 

A breeze whispered past and disheveled his veil, the light, summer air danced across his skin, leaving raised hairs in it's path. Red, orange and yellow, in various different shades. All of them floating gracefully on the soft breeze.

It was as if a friendly hand was gently lowering them to the ground. Whispers between these leaves filled the air, whispers and mutters. The air was cool and crisp, like a refreshing drink of cool water after hours in Kisei's desert home. The breeze fluttered around, gently caressing everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over their long, lonely years. And existed to the comfort of the refugees of Suna.

He has always loved the wind, for it comes to him so boldly, touches his skin. In coldness it rouses him to wakefulness, an alertness that lets him savour the moments in dryness and rain just the same. In soft breezes it is finer than silk, smoother than water. In the gales it sings through the trees, sending loose leaves on a dancing funfair ride, hypnotic, beautiful. In the summertime wind is cooling, allowing the warmth to gently enter muscle and bone while his skin feels so at ease with the world.


Today, the market is quiet, and he almost finds myself in joyful anticipation, absorbing the bright colours of the new foliage and buds, taking a moment to watch a dragonfly pass by, its back a brilliant- electric blue. Or a butterfly sip at a flowers bloom, fluttering a wild violet.


"What clan are you from?" Kisei trilled.  "I can't seem to figure you out quite as easily as I'd like. You don't seem to strike me as an Senju, or any of that variety. I have heard some details of a Kurama clan in Konoha, though they aren't as mainstream."  Honnari released a stem in his grip.


A clan That thought had all but perished as the years went on, like snow in the sun. Before his self-proclaimed enlightenment, Honnari had attributed all his wails and woes to his lack of a meaningful bloodline. He felt cursed by the cosmos, watching all his childhood's peers come of age, as he withered with age. 


Then it was as if oneday, he felt awakened. He can’t explain it, but he feels different. He even has the sensation to have become a new person, which has nothing to do with the person he was before.


That question, it cut deep. A grin quietly stole his lips. Mortifying. "As fortune would have it-- I do not belong to one--" His daydream warbled, ringing; a faint glitter could be seen peppering the area around them.


"--unconventionally, however, nature energy seems to... gravitate towards me."

WC: 705/2333


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Kisei

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"Interesting...." I trailed off. They don't seem to find their clanlessness as a burden though it did seem to be a sore spot for them, howevere I couldn't help but be intrigued. 'Nature energy huh?' I've come across the term a couple times before when researching clans. It mostly applied to the Jugo clan and their ability to directly absorb energy from the environment around them, it was also a learned ability possessed by people called 'Sages'. But other than that there wasn't much definition to what it actually is. (Honestly my lack of knowledge on the whole thing is a bit irritating.) Though it was fascinating, unless you're trained in the Sage arts the human body simply cannot handle the power Nature Chakra has, hence why the Jugo go into berserk rages. Though Honnari seemed perfectly fine. I quirked my lips pensively as I tried to break down what it could mean. But there was something he could sympathize with, "It seems neither of us belong. A clan is something neither of us have." I wouldn't comment on the statement further, leaving the sheer depth and sorrow of those words sink beneath the waves. Instead of lingering on the the pain of long suppressed memories I'd try to focus on the flower stand, bursting with dozens of options for the curious buyer.

Looking at what the stall had to offer, I couldn't say there was anything that terribly interested him. Floral activities weren't something for beauty as much as survivability in the desert, but even then I never developed too much of an interest in them. There was one that did catch my eye though. Near the left side of the stand were small flowers outlined in white but containing a burst of colors within those lines. There was this one delicate looking one, light pink, that caught my attention. If only briefly. I tilted my head as I leaned closer, examining it with precision, recalling an off comment he remembered Shouto saying at one point within the few days they arrived in the Konohagakure.

("Flowers have meanings too, don't you know?")

Of course I through some random daffodils at him when he said that, calling him an idiot for believing such things. But know, well, I could almost see the romanticism behind it. I cast a glance towards Honnari, their soft features reminiscent of the same flower he had been looking at a few moments before. I couldn't say anything for what they would become in the future, but one could hope that like a flower in spring, they will blossom.

Now he could do a bit of blossoming himself if he did say so.

Picking up and examining a yellow sunflower a question popped into mind. "Hey Honnari, you mind me asking a question about the village?" I asked quietly, gathering my thoughts. "What's your connection here? Like, I came here because I had to." And because I was shipped here against my will. "But I don't know anything about you. Mind sharing a bit about yourself?" Now I'm not the best at explaining what I mean so he could only hope Honnari understood that I'm just asking for him to share more about his past. Though I could understand if it was a sensitive subject for him, they didn't seem to like it when I brought up the question of their clan or lack thereof.


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"It seems neither of us belong. A clan is something neither of us have." Honnari caressed vibrant blooms between his finger tips. He wouldn't have been able to put Ushinatta on a map regardless, but he juxtaposed Kirei's circumstances with his own, and assumed Kisei's was far more profound.

When Honnari looked at him, it seemed like he was staring at an insurmountable distance. Which, quite literally, is what he was. From here to the Sand, seemed like oceans away.  

It was a sacred sort of, seclusion. To know, that unlike so many others, he will not be an heir to any notable type of power.

When Honnari was very young, and a fresh-paced academy student, Honnari watched the other children laugh and play from the corner of a swing-set. How could they be happy when he felt so sad. Part of him wanted them to feel his pain too, so he wouldn't be so lonely with it, but part of him was glad they couldn't, it was private after all. His eyes suddenly swam with tears and he hurried to scrub them from his face. He knew tears would lead to sympathy, and sympathy would lead to more tears.

There were days Honnari awoke and his memories weighed heavy. The morning radio came to him through a haze and the smiles of others were no more real than the sympathetic smiles. It was temporary of course, but in that permanent way; however high he rose and how long he stayed away, this was the base-line he always returned to. 

Honnari watched Kisei sift through sunflowers. Those were nice too. Perhaps a little plain looking for himself, but it radiated a vibrancy that wrung true to it's name. "Hey Honnari, you mind me asking a question about the village?"


"If you'd like."


"What's your connection here? Like, I came here because I had to. But I don't know anything about you. Mind sharing a bit about yourself?

Honnari ambled to another side of the stand with a light airing. A certain gaudy, trill in his stride. "Unfortunate, for you to leave where your home is. As for me, I was born here. A steady family, mostly. I'm not so extraordinary, really." He wasn't an open book by any means; though he made it apparent to bruise over he and his late father's fractured relationship.

"The most notably thing about myself which, so unlike the people here, is that I seek a relationship with God." He laughed. "I'm a dying breed, I suppose."


WC: 438/2771


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