Day in the hot sun.

The sky was clear, and the sun was shining brightly, heating up the sand under everyone's feet, it was a miserable day even for those used to this heat. A terrible heat wave had come, and everyone was punished by it, Nagakami woke up in her bed, stretching out as she let out a slight yawn, in a blank t-shirt and black pants. Waking up to take a shower, get clothed and would then afterwards head out, with a handful of Ryo in her pocket, she was starved. Over her usual genin outfit she threw a red robe over all of it, and fastened her headband tightly. She opened the door to head out, and was blinded by the shining light, Great.. she sighed, another hot day in the sand, slowly walking through the Village dreadfully, even with her shoes she could feel the hot ground underneath, eventually reaching a new and cool shop, where she ordered a bowl of Ramen, sitting down at one of the empty seats and sighing.

She continued to sit there, not waiting for anyone, she just wanted to sit in the nice and cool shop, it was peaceful as well. The sound of music being played in the background, probably a concert in the Village, she was obviously bored and was filled with lackluster, sneakily opening up one of her books, reading it under her robe so no one saw, releasing a snicker here and there over time. Most of the ninja were off fighting in the War alongside with the Hidden Leaf, so many people dying, no one was really ever around and was stuck in the solace of being a Genin in the middle of a war, at least she wasn't fighting in the war, she was lucky.

The soft music originated from the nylon stringed guitar of Izumi who had sat just outside the door to the shop, basking in the sunlight and enjoying the day. With his hands plucking at the soft strings, the whimsical sound of his music would waft and wave through the village, adding a calm tone to the generally hyper-active world. Watching the little girl walk by, he would open a single eye, watching her walk into the shop. His yellow eye scanned the girl, seeing that she couldn't be any older than twelve or thirteen. He had a fun plan in mind and a smile stretched across his brown face. Standing up and carrying the Guitar over his shoulder, he would walk into restaurant sitting on the bar with his guitar across his lap.

The people within the restaurant would look at him, an astonished look across his face. Izumi was in the mood to make a scene and with his guitar he had a good enough way to do it. Listen up everyone! If I play a song you enjoy. One of you in here's gonna buy me a meal. He was completely serious, but a grin sat on his face. The people in the restaurant would keep their astonished look for a slight while before allowing it to turn into a skeptical one. Of course not a single person in the restaurant would be willing to plan on buying him a meal. Of course, however, this was because they didn't know Izumi.

Beginning to strum the Guitar, he would close his eyes, moving his fingers from chord to chord as he played through he song. Within minutes of him playing the song, he had a few of the customers whistling or humming along with his tunes. Opening a single eye with a smile on his face, he would see many of the people eating and humming along and would slide a chair under his foot for balance.

While the heat outside was cruel and miserable, her long red robe hanging loosely around her, her Sunagakure headband visible and fastened, it looked like she was hiding something underneath her robe, she had just finished one of her "Icha Icha!" books to pass the time, it was a boring day indeed for her, no missions to do, no one to train with, she slightly kicked her seat while enjoying a cool and carbonated beverage, listening to the music in the background, humming along to it badly. She pulled out the book from her robe and placed it on the counter to find her other to read it too, she didn't mind people looking at the book, she just hated when other people were reading what she was face-first into.

Nagakami faced the opposite direction of the entrance to the restaurant, as she heard the bell attached to the door ring, and the sound of a nylon string guitar being played getting closer, she turned around, a curious face to the man who had walked into the shop, her face halfway into a bowl of Ramen Noodles while she listened to the man, hearing his proposal she let out a slight snort, watching the man curiously as he continued to play, he wasn't half bad, she turned around for a moment, placing the rest of her money on the table to buy a meal for the man, so it would be delivered to him, she finished her bowl of ramen and silently enjoyed the music in the background.

As she let out a calm and relaxed sigh, she took out a small fan to cool herself off in the heat, as she looked at a piece of scrap paper from her meal, she decided to play around with it, attempting to form the ugly piece of paper into a beautiful rose, and she succeeded. Smiling at her new creation, she re-crumbled it up, and decided to try and make a bird with it, constantly failing and having to restart, eventually it would crumble up too much if she failed too many times, it didn't matter though, it was just to past the time as she listened to the music while slightly whistling, her feet kicking under her seat.

He would notice one small girl who was reading a book down underneath the table. He could hear her humming and kicking the seat she was in as she listened to the music he was playing. Opening his other eye, he would walk to the girl, sitting down on her table while continuing to play. Aside from making sure not to sit on the girls book, he would absolutely ignore it. Looking down at the girl from his position on the table he would keep a straight face, watching her fold the paper in her hands.

You, little girl, owe me a meal. With a smile on his face he would stop playing his guitar, hopping off of the table and sitting in the seat across from her. The seat was a cushioned booth with brown cushions that released a bit of air when the boy sat down. A waitress would quickly come over, taking his order for ramen and moving away before the girl could protest. With a smile on his face, he would count the situation as a win. Grabbing the book between the two of them he flipped through the pages quickly, looking at the cover and back.

Placing the book back on the table he would make a sly comment, putting his guitar on the seat next to him. Pervert... He'd let the words slide out as if he didn't care who heard him speak them. He was right too, the "Icha Icha" books were generally for perverts or old people. Though her reading preference was completely up to her.

Nagakami turned slightly to look at the man with a slight snort, a lackluster expression on her face, while she enjoyed the music she usually wasn't one to enjoy conversation, shrugging at the man as he ordered a bowl of Ramen, she had already ordered one for him, but hey, some people need to eat two servings. She continued to read her book, humming the tune stuck in her head like an endless loop, instead of fully kicking her seat, her feet began to tap slowly as she looked up to the man looking at her Icha Icha book, she hated being called a Pervert even if she did read Adult Love stories, it was completely harmless after all! She gave him a shocked look, what an insult! He let out a small of air and continued to read her book..

After a moment of silence, the Waitress arrived and brought two bowls of Ramen, both for him and a small plate of Sweet & Sour chicken, she nodded to the Waitress slightly and whispered Thank you.. as she brought the plate closer to herself, occasionally dipping her chicken into the sauce provided, after reading her book she slammed it shut, looking at the musician. I'm not a pervert.. There is nothing wrong with reading a good story! That's like calling someone who plays the guitar a talent-less freak! It was an odd comparison, didn't matter, she wasn't the best with words, she re-opened her book and continued to read. The nerve of some people!

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Upon the return of the waitress, Izumi would be confused, noticing that she had brought back two bowls of food rather than the single one he had ordered for himself. Either he had failed to notice the girl ordering food for him earlier or he had gotten the waitress to order food for him as well. Regardless, he was eating both of the bowls. It didn't really matter who ordered it. It meant that someone enjoyed his music and that was good enough for him. It generally would make him smile but it wouldn't show on his face.

Hearing the girl's response to his statement about her reading the adult books would make him chuckle a slight bit. He had every right to call her a pervert, she was a little girl reading books that she really ought not to be reading. Though in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but imagine what type of girl she'd grow into. It was a funny thought to him, but at the same time, it was a bit odd. Shrugging off her comment, he would take a bowl, placing his feet on the table and eating from the bowl with chopsticks in one hand. Whistling for a while. Looking up at the sky and the clouds passing over the village. In his mind, he would vision flying while he whistled a tune and ate the food.

I wonder how much longer this war is goin' to go for. He was speaking to himself, but if the girl wanted to speak, she could as well. He spoke in a fairly calm tone that was open to any sort of answer. He was due to be moved to the front lines fairly soon and while he was home, he wanted to enjoy the simple life. Finishing one bowl and grabbing the other he would continue looking at the sunny, somewhat cloudy, blue sky.

In the back of his mind, he was constructing a song,

It reflected his view on the war, the senselessness of it. It reflected that he would fight, but he didn't really agree with it. He had been desensitized to war from a young age, but that didn't mean he was a mindless soldier. He understood that others were particularly fans of warfare and death.

As her long red hair fell down around her, strands of it sticking up from the heat of the outside, she continued to nonchalently read her book, getting over the insult and with her other hand putting a piece of chicken in her mouth, chomping down on it with her teeth, as she looked at the man after his question to himself, he completely stopped tapping her feet and humming, looking at him with a completely serious look, This war is taking us nowhere.. People die every day for a pointless battle of dominance, I don't understand why we can't just find a way to settle this peacefully.. as she wrinkled her nose, turning back to her book. She flipped through the pages often, able to read them at a decent pace, she was tempted to try her hand at origami once again, ripping out a page from her personal diary, and began to fold it up into the shape of a bird, and continued this with various animals.

As she eventually finished, an arsenal of paper creations sat before her, she smirked at her creation, a bit impressed with herself as she looked back to the man to see if he had noticed, she thought her creations were attention-worthy, and that people should see her creation and artform, she eventually re-opened her book and continued to read, as she sat up and performed a single ram hand seal, I'm going to go train now.. as a burst of smoke appeared and she had transformed herself into a small cat to get out of the booth without having to make the man sit up, and ran off to somewhere, eventually returning to normal once she was out of the restaurant.

The poetry he was writing in his mind would be halted as he listened to the girl speak. His smile would creep across his face, listening to the tone she spoke in. She was a girl who had probably no experience on the battlefield, yet she was speaking about it being a display of dominance. It was odd that a shinobi would speak anything about trying to end a war peacefully. After all, shinobi were "tools of the village who's only purpose was to destroy the opposition." It was something he had been told once long ago by a shinobi. It was something that baffled him to no end. What came next hit Izumi by surprise. The girl was actually fairly artistic, making a few objects out of paper. It was an art-form that many had forgotten. The art of Origami.

Looking over the small paper objects, he would rub his chin, feeling the few rough hairs which grew from it. They weren't very noticeable, but they were there nonetheless. Before he would be able to mention anything about her art, she would transform into a cat, darting from the shop. He relaxed for a split second before it hit him, she hadn't paid for the meal. Placing his face into his palms, he'd sigh. His plan had failed due to him being to cloudy minded as usual. It was whatever though, he only had to pay for her small meal and his own which really wasn't too much. The girl was small and she hadn't eaten very much. He had been saving up for a puppet, but he had been hearing of a deal the mechanics were making for first time customers.

Placing his hands on the table, he would stand up, tossing a few coins and bills nonchalantly and carrying his guitar over his back as he walked out. Guess I'll be heading to the market for now. Bout time I began training myself. With one hand in his pocket, he'd walk out of the restaurant, the bright light peering down upon his body. He'd shield his eyes, bringing up a scarf over his nose and mouth to prevent sand from entering, and walk towards the market, following the crowd.

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