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[KOTORI KUROMURA]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/fucq5g.jpg); border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #f1ca97, bTable] I'M JUST LIKE YOU, only prettier Kotori wasn’t one for lazing around for too long; she always had something to do, whether it was ‘inspecting’ bars that she had not been to in weeks or cooking something for someone. Not that she was a slave to the kitchen, she hated that phrase. But she did enjoy baking and then gaining compliments from it, as it gave her unnecessarily boosts to her already quite large ego. Although today she had ran out of flour, and wasn’t really in the mood to brave the busy streets to get some. Instead, she made her way to a quieter area to… Well, she wasn’t sure what she was planning on doing. Lying around and thinking about life wasn’t something Kotori did often, really. She preferred to just do things and not have to ponder about the consequences beforehand(although she’d say that, if she were on an important mission it was a completely different story). A small sigh escaped her as she made her way into the flower garden, hand on her belted hips. Fixing her purple top, the collar quite low to reveal her collar bones, the sleeves ending just at her elbows, she eyed the area. It was quiet, something Kotori wasn’t used to. Keeping her hands on her hips as she walked along the small path, heeled boots clicking against the ground, she wondered what exactly there was to do here. Finally just putting her hands in her navy pants’ pockets, she hummed a tune to herself, not taking into account any other person that could most likely want some peace. Luckily for them, Kotori never sung aloud, so they were saved somewhat. She skipped along, hands now clasped behind her back(they could never stay in one place, if you know what I mean) and she smiled at the sight of some orange flowers in the distance. She made her way over eagerly, suddenly perky at the fact something caught her eye, and she stared. Now, Kotori wasn’t one for nature. So, as she stared at the interesting flower, she was wracking her brain, as if some sort of light bulb would go off and a suppressed memory of this certain flower would reveal itself. Sadly, Kotori had no such luck, and she peered down. There weren’t even any signs that told you the names of them! Sighing a little, she straightened up and glanced around. The flower was very pretty, and if Kotori could even try and guess, she’d say a lily(and she was surprisingly close to, as it was a stargazer lily), but that was as far as she would go. Biting her lower lip she reached out for the stem and managed to snap it off, picking up the lily and straightening her back. There were thousands of them left, people could live without one. Backing up, she felt her body bump into someone and she spun round, making a small face. Her immediate thought was some sort of guard watching and about to kick her out(which seemed outrageous, considering it was a flower garden) and she sighed in relief when it was evidently wasn’t. “Sorry.” she said. Kotori was never one to be shy or quiet, although she obviously wasn’t yelling. She left that kind of pitch for bars and such.

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[KAKASHI HATAKE]

[bg=000000][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #701111;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] I'm obsessively thinking about you ★ ( just Compulsively trying to break you ) mission. rest. mission. hospital. mission. rest. mission. hospital. mission. the never ending pattern had become almost pre-dominant in the young hatake’s life, but he had somehow managed to find himself hanging around the flower garden again. the silverette had spent more time among the flowers recently than he cared to think about. perhaps it was the ageless quality of the place that kept him from just leaving it behind, but the small paradise seemed to have a soothing quality. hardly anyone ever seemed to come to the small paradise, and the shinobi had been able to find the silence he needed to enjoy his books. something about the place was quite endearing, and it wasn’t like he was coming every day. his schedule didn’t condone for that though he suspected that he would be if he could. an obsidian eye looked down one the fluttering flowers from where the man was sitting upon a tree branch. the sight was awe-inspiring, yet the silverette felt almost nothing. the beauty of the place had yet to grab and cage his heart. he was drawn by the silence and timelessness of the place as those qualities were beginning to grow scarce around the populated corners of hikari city. the bustling city was kakashi’s home, and he couldn’t just leave it behind. sometimes he wanted to throw all his responsibilities away, but those days were far and few between. silver stands shifted slightly as the man shook his head a bit. cynical, pessimistic thoughts never got anyone anywhere; and the man wasn’t about to let himself fall into the abyss known as depression. he had responsibilities to the people of the south kingdom. the soft humming suddenly reached the silverette’s ears, and he tore his eye from his book. vibrant orange hair met his one eye, and the shinobi just let his book closed before jumping down from his spot. he could find a better place to sit later if he needed too, and it wasn’t like a gentleman could leave a lady alone. the girl didn’t look distressed in the slightest though, and the humming seemed quite joyous. on some levels, it might have been better to just sit and watch, but kakashi hatake needed to say something to someone. he had no quota of words, but no sound had left his throat since the early pre-dawn of the morning. those few words had been incoherent mumbles that his half-awake brain had managed to make. the young hatake may have developed a heart of ice, but he could still handle conversing with people. he just chose not to speak to many people. feeling another body crash into his brought the older figure out of his thoughts. a charcoal eye blinked opened and closed a few times while the man smirked slightly behind his mask. he lifted one hand into the air and adjusted the headband across his left eye slightly. his book was clutched securely in his other hand, and his charcoal eye was smoldering with unidentifiable emotions. don’t worry about it. the male’s voice came out in a soft grunt. there had been no pain following the collision, and the silverette was almost happy that his previous wounds were now healed. i couldn’t help wondering why such a gorgeous lady was out here all alone. care to tell? a hint of mischief had appeared in the obsidian eye as the silverette spoke, but the tone stayed in the same monotone that dominated most of his conversations. perhaps he should focus on becoming a better conversationalist, but that was too much work for people that he barely knew. his normal tone would just have to work. ★ And i'm all sorts of disorderly Words:613 ★ Tagged:kotori ★ Music:out of control by hoobastank Template by Usagi of on the edge

[KOTORI KUROMURA]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/fucq5g.jpg); border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #f1ca97, bTable] I'M JUST LIKE YOU, only prettier Kotori allowed the corners of her lips twitch slightly as he spoke. She wasn’t drawn into only bad boys - she liked to leave room for opportunities - and she found that bad boys were most likely to lead her into trouble, but being a Shinobi she was always prepared for things like that. Not that this man gave off the bad boy vibe, but his tone certainly did. His mysterious appearance certainly helped the image, too, yet that moved him to the more alluring type than complete bad boy. The fact he was an evident Shinobi also ruined that(but who’s to say there couldn’t be a ‘bad boy’ Shinobi?). Ah, all this use of the words ‘bad boy’ , it sounded weird in Kotori’s head now. Smiling properly this time, she looked him in the eye, trying to think if she knew him. Well, she recognised him, but not many wouldn’t in the South Kingdom. The Hatake’s appearance was unique, to say the least. But she would play along as the clueless damsel in distress for now and not bring it up. Names were never really important to Kotori, not unless she wanted to see someone again in certain circumstances. Or if they were friends, of course. At the compliment, Kotori let out a chuckle. Although her voice wasn’t light and extremely feminine(to the point of annoying and fake), she liked to think her voice helped give her the femme fatale look she so adored. “Oh, she’s just wandering.” she answered, glancing down at her flower and running her finger and thumb along one of the soft petals gently, not wanting to rip it off. She looked back at Kakashi again, keeping her smile, “Perhaps looking for some company.” Kotori was always up for obvious hints. She was a forward woman, and while she wasn’t flirting yet, she probably would. For fun? Most likely. She saw it more as a sport than a way of gaining a relationship, and this Hatake would be no different. Besides, it could even be a challenge, and Kotori enjoyed challenges of this sort. It wasn’t every day she had a man approach her, usually it was the other way around. This was a nice surprise for her, and so perhaps it was a sign that this meeting would go the way she wanted. How did she want it to go? Well… Positively, at least. Putting a hand on her hip, the other still holding the flower, she twirled it in her hand idly as she looked at him curiously, wondering why he was here too. He seemed like the type that would prefer begin by himself. Kotori wasn’t a very good judge of character though, she’d just talk to anything that had two legs while off duty. Kotori always tried her best to be a bit more logical while on a mission, but sometimes emotions got the better of her. Luckily, this man was trustworthy. She didn’t need to worry about yapping on about secrets and such. “And what about you?” she inquired, tilting her head, and a few strands of hair fell over her shoulder. The whole problem with the name of the flower in her hand momentarily escaped her mind, now fixated on the man in front of her.

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[KAKASHI HATAKE]

[bg=000000][atrb=style,border: 4px solid #701111;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] I'm obsessively thinking about you ★ ( just Compulsively trying to break you ) change—it felt almost inevitable. a slight turn in the straight path that had been set out for him by the government—a welcome distraction. amusement bubbled up slightly in the silverette as he watched the young woman and her vibrant hair. the flower resting in her hands looked delicate and breakable, but it was like all the other flowers around them. flowers could be resilient creatures at time, but they tended to die most horribly in the end—no matter what. cruel, it was utterly cruel to rip a flower from its home, but kakashi wasn’t about to lecture anyone about flowers. he didn’t care for the plants, per se, but the action reminded him of countless missions that he had completed. there had been missions were he killed, missions were he stole people from their families, and every type of mission between. there was no pattern in missions, and the young hatake had received almost every one in the book. there was no pleasant feeling building up as the shinobi came to that conclusion. why would there be? yes, he had managed to protect his city so far, but he had destroyed the lives of others. the silverette wasn’t a pacifist by nature, but the missions were beginning to catch up with him. a high, almost feminine voice stole the silverette’s mind from his riveting thoughts. an obsidian eye focused in on the orange haired form as she spoke. a soft laugh racked the older’s body at her question. it wasn’t often that people displayed an interest in him. they either cowered in fear or tried to talk him into going on another mission. there were hardly any that displayed a real interest in what the young hatake was up to, but he liked it that way. the fewer questions he had to answer, the better off he was and the fewer people put in danger for knowing anything about him. the man let out a small chuckle before shifting his gaze to the flowers around them. lilies, roses, and tulips were spread around them in a variety of colors and displays. there were probably more types there than kakashi knew the names of, but it didn’t bother him. the flowers would all eventually wilt to make room for the next patch, and the cycle would continue on in the same repeated pattern. just like his life. the same endless pattern that the silverette just wanted a slight break from. that single notion had caused him to move from his resting place, but words had all but disappeared from his mind. he wasn’t one for mindless chit-chat, and he wasn’t quite sure what to say. perhaps if he just answered, but then who knew what he would say. the charcoal colored eye slowly moved back to his companion. she seemed to be waiting, but the shinobi didn’t peg her as the patient type. a small smile curled up on his face, and he let his hand move up and turn into a sweeping motion. i came to appreciate the flowers. there’s no harm in that, right? ★ And i'm all sorts of disorderly Words:518 ★ Tagged:kotori ★ Music:silence Template by Usagi of on the edge

[KOTORI KUROMURA]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/fucq5g.jpg); border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #f1ca97, bTable] I'M JUST LIKE YOU, only prettier Today was quite a lucky day for Kotori. Her missions mostly consisted of important messages, but the government didn’t want to cut her off from any others. She had done a variety of missions(assassinations, guarding, etc), but she found herself on the easy side of the spectrum, as easy as they allowed for a Level B. The government didn’t want to put any shinobi to waste, and Kotori wouldn’t argue with that. She enjoyed missions most of the time, as she saw them as part of her job. She would never stop to think about all the people she had killed, all the lives she had ruined. If Kotori ever did, she would most likely be unable to continue with he job. She wouldn’t be able to stand the guilt, and either her subconscious was keeping her away from that torment, or she honestly just never thought to think of it. Somehow, the people in her missions were not humans. They didn’t have lives like she did, and they did not have anyone to mourn them when they died. It was easier this way, and Kotori could continue doing her job with as much accuracy and confidence possible. As he glanced about the place, she smiled a little in amusement. Was he making fun of her? Kotori wouldn’t comment on it just yet, though. She was liking where this conversation was going, even if it was a bit slow. But this Hatake seemed to be the leisurely type while out of the battlefield, and this surprised her. She had always expected him to be serious and a loner when not on missions… Well it seemed the latter was correct, but Kotori would need to keep her opinions of people to herself next time. The thing that annoyed her most about him, however, was his mask. Yes, she wanted to see his face so she could conclude whether he was handsome or not! But she could never really tell his facial expression unless the smile was clear enough to affect his eyes. It seemed, however, that he was smiling as he spoke. His tone was mostly monotone though, and so Kotori would either need to work harder to sense his emotion from it or he’d need to cheer up a little. Not like neither could happen with a snap of the finger. “Heh. Of course not.” she shook her head, looking back down at the flower as she spoke. Kotori wasn’t trying to be rude, she just enjoyed gazing at the bright colour of it. So long as she kept a cheery tone, Kakashi wouldn’t think that she had somehow thought of some sort of traumatic event and was suddenly looking down in fear of showing tears, “It just seems an odd place for you to be.” She looked back up at him again. Kotori tried not to look expectant, she didn’t need an explanation if he didn’t want to give one. But he approached her, and so he would hopefully manage to keep the conversation going. What was the point of coming over to someone and then just leaving after a few exchanged words? Kotori didn’t like short conversations. She enjoyed long ones, ones that could last an hour or two. Must they have some meaning? No, Kotori didn’t care. She just liked talking, especially to people she knew. Strangers were fine, but part of her always thought they were getting bored of her chatter and wanted to leave. At least with friends, she knew what subjects to bring up and what not to mention.

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