The waves were calm on a day like this. It reminded her of one not so very long ago where she once stood on the sands of this beach and greeted her brother after a long day apart. They had been so happy then. A breeze blew by her, shifting her short blue locks as it passed. Kasen raised her hand, moving some of the hair out of her eyes. The tinge of her hair gave her pause. That's right...she no longer looked like him. Would he even recognize her? Many had confused them for twins, but it appeared that would not be the case any longer. It was strange to think that she was practically a different person in every way. She had only been back for a few days, but she knew that this tranquility that she found herself in, one she had allowed herself to stay in for years was about to end. Others would enter her world and she would have to face the consequences of the relationships that withered while she found herself and the peace that now dwelled within her.
She glanced over to the small abode that was her home. Kasen had always preferred Soon's Haven over the inner village any day, which is why they had decided upon building this small beach house about an hour away. She felt closer to the water here and she had never really felt comfortable around others with her uncontrolled bloodlust that could send her into a frenzy at any moment. The bloodlust that came from the unrest that Same felt from within her. Now though she just felt calm. The house that she once shared with Kaen had stood where it had always been, and it still appeared like it had been looked after. It wasn't anything special, just a small dwelling with sturdy white exterior walls surrounded by a wrap around deck, with strong posts that held up the roof that was made primarily out of dried fronds found in the area that now looked like thick straw and wooden support beams. She wasn't sure if Kaen still even lived here anymore. She had climbed the stairs that gave way with a slight squeak from frequent use. The door was locked, but luckily a key remained under the old welcome mat that greeted people in the friendliest of ways,"No soliciting". Kasen rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face. Kasen had wanted the mat that said "Come in, the water's fine" but Kaen insisted that it sent the wrong message to the local surfer population. Under no circumstances were they to frequent their dwelling demanding hospitality simply because a doormat was just a little to cliche in it's greeting. In other words, he would not "Hang ten, shaka brah".
Kasen put the key in the lock, happy to see that it was indeed still the same. Inside it was dark and empty. Despite the outside looking well maintained, the inside felt bare and cold. Everything was fairly the same as she remembered it. The ocean breeze and the smell of the sea salt air could still be smelled from the inside of the small home. She stepped into the living room, and turned on a light. There was simple furniture, some chairs and couches and a coffee table, nothing that spoke of wealth or of complexity, but one that just emitted comfort and a homeliness that she remembers fondly. Kasen noted that a coffee cup filled partially with coffee had been left on the table. She picked it up and had sat a coaster on it. Kaen always forgot, she recalled. The second thing she had noticed was that all the family photos on the wall seemed to be covered up with cloth. She stepped close to them, gently grasping the fabric in her hand and pulling them off. They were photos of the two of them mostly, but the one in the center was always the most important. It was an old torn photo that was of Kaen, Kasen, and their mother. It was the only thing that had left. Kasen noticed that the glass had been shattered. Maybe it was too painful to look at.
The connecting kitchen, though small, was clean and spotless, though there wasn't much interest here. There wasn't much more to the house, seeing as it was a dwelling only meant to accommodate living. Kasen had quietly walked down a long hallway that led to where they bedrooms were, her footsteps quietly echoing small taps as they walked on the hardwood floors. Looking into Kaen's room on the right, everything looked the same as it had always looked. Kaen was a creature of habit after all. Kasen then turned to her room. She hadn't stepped foot in this room for years. She turned the doorknob slowly, and peered in. Her room was almost the opposite of Kaen's. It looked messy and in disarray. Kasen used to stay up late at night working on tinkering projects that she could hardly remember to tidy up when she was done. On her workdesk, Kasen saw that the chair had been pulled out, a photograph of her and Kaen sat straight up staring at her. Kasen sighed, staring at the photograph. This used to sit on her nightstand, but had somehow moved. Kasen thought back to the when Kaen had risked his life to save her from death. Same had freed herself and taken control of Kasen. The look on Kaen's face was one that broke her heart and one that she could never forget. Had Kaen sat in here thinking of her? Had he thought about her since that day? Kasen had thought often of her brother, and the pain he must feel, the loneliness, only made her want to ease his pain and assure him she was alright. Kasen spent the rest of the evening familiarizing herself with the house and straightening up.
That had been when she first arrived back to the home. Now though was several days later. Letters had been sent into the village with direct instructions to be delivered to the proper persons. One letter would be sent to the hospital wishing to reinstate her status as a mednin of the village and inform them of her return. They more than likely would wish to assess her since she had been gone for so long and would need to be cleared before returning to duty. The second letter would be send out to Kaen. She had no idea where he was and it appeared that after several days he would not be immediately be returning to their dwelling. While the first letter was clearly addressed from Kasen, the letter to Kaen would need to be handled more delicately else she was worried he would consider it a fraud. It would simply state that new information on his sister had been found and that he was to return to their home immediately in order to discuss the details. If she knew Kaen like she though it did, it would insight some sort of reaction in him. She just feared what that reaction might be once he got here. She would handle it when the time came.
Today was the day, the day she returned to society. She hoped things would go well. She had prepared refreshments, just some simple tea and cookies, nothing special, but she felt like she hadn't had company besides the waves for so long she needed to be overly hospitable. Taking a seat in one of the chairs on the desk, Kasen stared out at the ocean, watching as the white foam crashed against the sandy shores and the birds called from overhead as the sun shone bright in the sky. What would today bring?
She glanced over to the small abode that was her home. Kasen had always preferred Soon's Haven over the inner village any day, which is why they had decided upon building this small beach house about an hour away. She felt closer to the water here and she had never really felt comfortable around others with her uncontrolled bloodlust that could send her into a frenzy at any moment. The bloodlust that came from the unrest that Same felt from within her. Now though she just felt calm. The house that she once shared with Kaen had stood where it had always been, and it still appeared like it had been looked after. It wasn't anything special, just a small dwelling with sturdy white exterior walls surrounded by a wrap around deck, with strong posts that held up the roof that was made primarily out of dried fronds found in the area that now looked like thick straw and wooden support beams. She wasn't sure if Kaen still even lived here anymore. She had climbed the stairs that gave way with a slight squeak from frequent use. The door was locked, but luckily a key remained under the old welcome mat that greeted people in the friendliest of ways,"No soliciting". Kasen rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face. Kasen had wanted the mat that said "Come in, the water's fine" but Kaen insisted that it sent the wrong message to the local surfer population. Under no circumstances were they to frequent their dwelling demanding hospitality simply because a doormat was just a little to cliche in it's greeting. In other words, he would not "Hang ten, shaka brah".
Kasen put the key in the lock, happy to see that it was indeed still the same. Inside it was dark and empty. Despite the outside looking well maintained, the inside felt bare and cold. Everything was fairly the same as she remembered it. The ocean breeze and the smell of the sea salt air could still be smelled from the inside of the small home. She stepped into the living room, and turned on a light. There was simple furniture, some chairs and couches and a coffee table, nothing that spoke of wealth or of complexity, but one that just emitted comfort and a homeliness that she remembers fondly. Kasen noted that a coffee cup filled partially with coffee had been left on the table. She picked it up and had sat a coaster on it. Kaen always forgot, she recalled. The second thing she had noticed was that all the family photos on the wall seemed to be covered up with cloth. She stepped close to them, gently grasping the fabric in her hand and pulling them off. They were photos of the two of them mostly, but the one in the center was always the most important. It was an old torn photo that was of Kaen, Kasen, and their mother. It was the only thing that had left. Kasen noticed that the glass had been shattered. Maybe it was too painful to look at.
The connecting kitchen, though small, was clean and spotless, though there wasn't much interest here. There wasn't much more to the house, seeing as it was a dwelling only meant to accommodate living. Kasen had quietly walked down a long hallway that led to where they bedrooms were, her footsteps quietly echoing small taps as they walked on the hardwood floors. Looking into Kaen's room on the right, everything looked the same as it had always looked. Kaen was a creature of habit after all. Kasen then turned to her room. She hadn't stepped foot in this room for years. She turned the doorknob slowly, and peered in. Her room was almost the opposite of Kaen's. It looked messy and in disarray. Kasen used to stay up late at night working on tinkering projects that she could hardly remember to tidy up when she was done. On her workdesk, Kasen saw that the chair had been pulled out, a photograph of her and Kaen sat straight up staring at her. Kasen sighed, staring at the photograph. This used to sit on her nightstand, but had somehow moved. Kasen thought back to the when Kaen had risked his life to save her from death. Same had freed herself and taken control of Kasen. The look on Kaen's face was one that broke her heart and one that she could never forget. Had Kaen sat in here thinking of her? Had he thought about her since that day? Kasen had thought often of her brother, and the pain he must feel, the loneliness, only made her want to ease his pain and assure him she was alright. Kasen spent the rest of the evening familiarizing herself with the house and straightening up.
That had been when she first arrived back to the home. Now though was several days later. Letters had been sent into the village with direct instructions to be delivered to the proper persons. One letter would be sent to the hospital wishing to reinstate her status as a mednin of the village and inform them of her return. They more than likely would wish to assess her since she had been gone for so long and would need to be cleared before returning to duty. The second letter would be send out to Kaen. She had no idea where he was and it appeared that after several days he would not be immediately be returning to their dwelling. While the first letter was clearly addressed from Kasen, the letter to Kaen would need to be handled more delicately else she was worried he would consider it a fraud. It would simply state that new information on his sister had been found and that he was to return to their home immediately in order to discuss the details. If she knew Kaen like she though it did, it would insight some sort of reaction in him. She just feared what that reaction might be once he got here. She would handle it when the time came.
Today was the day, the day she returned to society. She hoped things would go well. She had prepared refreshments, just some simple tea and cookies, nothing special, but she felt like she hadn't had company besides the waves for so long she needed to be overly hospitable. Taking a seat in one of the chairs on the desk, Kasen stared out at the ocean, watching as the white foam crashed against the sandy shores and the birds called from overhead as the sun shone bright in the sky. What would today bring?
A ripple of violent energy shot outwards across the sands. The immediate area around him was now a dark, shimmering glass, transformed by the devastating emotion fueled outburst. The fire slowly dissipated, but the tears somehow remained. This was it, the moment Kaen would be completely consumed by the fires within. Perhaps this was all part of Mother Suna's plan. Without Kasen in the way, he could finally cast out the only thing that kept him somewhat human, a family bond. As the fires were extinguished Kaen would pick himself up off the now glassy desert surface. No matter how much he didn't want to face this daunting possibility, he still needed to go.
She could not bring herself to brush it away as she continued to stare at him. 
Tears began to form in the corners of Kaen's eyes upon the sight of this woman's quivering. 
The woman, 'Kasen' would shift her self, she knew he was coming. Kaen stared forward into forever, his demeanor unphased. In a brilliant flash, Kaen unleashed his Ancient powers and the immediate area around him would be engulfed in flames. The power he kept deep down would bubble and boil to the surface, a wave of immense chakra pushed outward with Kaen at the epicenter. 
Suddenly a plume of sand erupted from the position Kaen was previously. Faster than most eyes could keep up with, he would launch himself forward to attack the imposter. He was fast, too fast. He didn't give her a chance to catch him as he darted around her. But it would appear she was unphased by Kaen's speed showboating. 
The skies began to darken, thunder boomed as storm clouds appeared overhead. The wind swirled around the two and the ocean currents became more untamed as they crashed against the shores. A moment later, a torrential downpour let loose, sizzling as it made contact with Kaen's flames. The droplets began to absorb into Kasen, making her feel more at ease with her environment. She smiled, even if just briefly. It rained so little in the deserts of Wind Country, that this was almost a welcome reprieve. Looking back at Kaen, she could tell he was still incredibly distrustful of her. Perhaps he just couldn't sense her the way he could before. 
I should be posting quicker next time.]
Inside the mindscape Kaen continues to contemplate the situation he has found himself in. Many things wore and eroded away his mind as the stress of it all came closing down around him. Contrast to his earlier scenario, the scene had now changed to one closer to his own mental mindscape. The oceans had dried up in response to Kaen's body trying to fight the will of this woman's watery grasp. He found himself staring straight up into the blue skies above, or at least the sky within his mind. 
With an audible sigh, Kaen would pick himself up off of the desert ground and start walking. His destination was unknown, but he felt a pull that called to him, and so he went. The air was dry, leaving your tongue parched and wanting more. The smell was non-existant, his mind closing out part of his senses as he tried to make sense of what was even happening to him. He was looking for something. But what?
Soon enough Kaen would find a large mound among the multitude of rolling hills, sagebrush, and general desert landscapes. Hidden inside was a small cave, in the center was a small bush that flickered wildly with fire. Kaen would say nothing, there were no words needed in the place. The fire knew his heart and mind, it was his soul. Kaen would approach it and as it did it would explode to life. It knew who owned it, who controlled it, who was the rightful king. He would draw closer and allow the flame to consume him, a re-kindling of his heart was needed, a reminder of who and what he was, and what he stood for, and what he aimed to protect. This imposter would not fool this Sunan shinobi. The fire now raged entirely within the cave, Kaen's body slowly burning away, but it would mend itself almost immediately. Kaen would cry out in pain.