It was kind of early in the morning, but who could tell? Anyway, that's how Aori felt as she strode through the dark village of Sunagakure. It was kind of depressing, but she loved her village. This is her home and she would defend it to death. The small, pale girl wore very few clothes, for she was hot. All these flames and laterns to light the world around her made her skin uncomfortable, and she loathed the sensation of sweating idly. She wasn't very gifted anyhow. The only thing special about her is her porcelain skin and her ANBU mask. Aori felt safe behind it, for men were not very shy about gawking at her, even in public. With this mask, she was able to maneuver about the village quite unnoticed. She dressed in very short shorts made from fur and nylon fishnets. On her torso, she wore arm length fishnets and a red, silk material that did not cover her shoulders and ended just above her navel in a point. There was something about the atmosphere of travel that Aori liked. She loved to take long walks, but to constantly be moving. She is very agile for that reason too. There was something about being in the air while it moved that made her feel good.
"Huh?"
Having been traveling with her eyes fixed on the ground, lost in thought, a huge building captured her attention.
"The library..."
She'd only been inside once, and that was a few years ago, when she was becoming a Genin. Memories intrigued her enough to wander inside. The entrance she used placed her directly in the library. Surrounded by shelves and shelves of books, the girl entered a state of blind wonderment. She danced along in the library and soon wandered outside of it, into the hallways of the building- the Grand Halls of Learning. Old faces and past conversations floated around in her head as she remembered her classmates and her teachers and her exam proctors and the whole learning experience. It was wonderful- the best years of her life. Now, she is an ANBU and duty constantly calls. Today, she suspected there wasn't much to do, so she woke up as early as she could to explore her village and feel the sensations of movement. Aori was still dancing when she happened across the very first classroom she would ever sit in as an academy student. She wondered what it looked like, now that time had obscured it. Would her sensei and fellow classmates be waiting inside for her?
In a twirl, Aori entered the classroom and observed, but as she did so, her state of wonderment shattered and reality came crashing down on her. A man- no a boy... a young man stood before the classroom as if waiting to begin a lesson, but no one was there. His stature, his position, the Déjà vu struck her. The day she was called to return to class after it had been dismissed, her sensei stood in that very spot, holding a book in his hand, waiting on his star pupil to praise. That was the day he told Aori's parents about her ninja-ing. They didn't take it very well, despite all the good news he'd had for them. She shook the memories off and gazed into the young boy's eyes. He didn't look very old to her, probably no older than she was herself. She would teach children too, but the ANBU keep her very busy.
Chou was sighing, from exasperation it seemed, and he was lowering the book he had been reading from his face. Aori expected that he would look up to see her, and then she could get a better look at his eyes. That's the way she assessed people; by their eyes.
"Oh... Hello," she'd nearly whispered, so she tried again with more confidence, "Uh, hi."
The young man had dark skin and donned gold jewelry. His skin fascinated her, the exact opposite of her own. She wanted to touch it. What would it feel like? Would it rub off onto hers and leave a smudge? Silly questions, but Aori loved to imagine.
"My name is Hanako, Aori." She held her hand out for him to shake it. A ruse. She just wanted to feel his skin.
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