Finally, it had been time. Margaret Ducan, a woman of great spiritual power, confidence, and responsibilities had finally became a konohagakure shinobi. She honestly never believed she would see herself in such a position, it was quite a shock. Never did she anticipated that this was the path she would take towards completing her goals, and neither did she believe it was happening for the slightest second. There Margaret laid, on a shabby bed, half awake and half asleep. She didn't know which side would take over, but sooner or later it would take effect. Half asleep, she noticed a newspaper far of to the left side of her bed. The newspaper was perfectly folded, and rested upon her desk.

"When did I get this?" she had thought to herself.

Margaret didn't have a single clue as to when she had gotten this newspaper. Curious she looked over to the right side of her bed, and noticed last weeks ship-in of newspapers. The most recent one she had within her position, she had finished reading the other day. But it had seemed that this newspaper was a few days ahead. This was really weird to her, so she panicked. Of course she didn't show out or act in a panicked state, but easily calmed herself to think things through. Maybe after all the half sleep was kicking in, maybe Margaret was seeing things that was in her mind. Hallucinations.

Margaret wasn't much of a drinker, but she insisted she must. Near he desk was a full cold bottle fulled of sake. She stared at it for a long period of time, before finally touching the bottle. Popping the game, it made a quite disturbing ring to her ears, and the after echo that had seemed to sound like water crashing on the ocean. Margaret took a sip, then another. She then scurried herself to her window, and looked outside in the morning sky. Margaret turned her head one hundred eighty degrees to the left, and by the glimpse of her eye noticed what time it was.

"Ah, shit!" she had yelled in her head.

She didn't notice that the time was so early, and that should could spend her time sleeping instead of drinking sake, but it was too late. Margaret no longer felt the need to sleep, the sake was kicking in. Her cheeks had turned bright red, and she started to walk in a sluggish way. She managed to make her way over towards the mirror, tripping, tossing, and flailing on her way there. Margaret looked at herself in the mirror, what was this unladylike act? No, it couldn't be. Was Margaret drunk?

Margaret wobbled her way towards her door, opened it, and paused. All she had noticed was a man sleeping in a tree, and laughed.

"You wouldn't care to tell me why a foxy boy like you would be sleeping on a tree branch, now would you?" Margaret stated as she made her way to the trunk of the tree. She had leaned on it, with one leg out, drinking her sake.

What a way to begin the day.

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Was it her, or was she simple imagining it? Was this foxy boy actually looking at Margaret, he must not have any manners. There she stood silently, looking up from above at this foxy boy. He seemed rather relaxed at first, but Margaret could smell the scent of uneasiness on this foxy boy. This was all because of her Inuzuka traits that she had inherited, and she was liking these special characteristics lately. On the other hand, foxy boy awoke from his slumber, standing straight-up on a branch.

"What a weird man.." Margaret said in her head. But she didn't expect to understand, since she knew nothing about boys, nor cared to figure them out.

In a faint distance the sound of birds could be heard, almost as if they were close by in Margaret's case. The birds had sung a beautiful tone, and in the distance they swirled about with the wind, creating a very soothing feeling along with the horizon. Truly beautiful. A black eyed bird had landed on foxy boys shoulder, almost as if nature was gathering around him.

"Sooner or later this guy might attract bears.." she joked to herself.

Foxy boy had reached into his pocket, so of course Margaret took caution, but after all it was a just a few remnants of a piece of bread to feed the bird that had rested perfectly still on his shoulder.

"Hello.~" foxy boy had said.

Margaret had no problem about this man wanting to start a conversation, but if he had planned on entertaining her, he wasn't do so much of a good job. Plus, her attention was more focused on the view then foxy boy.

"Haha, yeah, I arrived yesturday, or rather this morning at five AM or so, which meant that the taverns weren't open unfortunately..~" foxy boy continue on.

Her attention had now been fully focused on foxy boy, he said something that had made Margaret feel a tad uneasy. So, quickly Margaret hide the sake behind her back, for she was no drinker, and wasn't going to hold a reputation for it. Foxy boy had then leaped off of the tree branch, in the most silent and quickest way, she didn't even expect it. Together, both there eyes met, her blazing orange eyes, and his bright blue eyes. A spark had occurred yes, but not for love. Foxy boy had put a smile on his face, so Margaret played it off by slightly smiling back and she stared at the ground.

"My name is Nick Saturn, it's a pleasure to meet you." foxy boy had stated.

"Nick Saturan, what a name indeed." Margaret restated in her thoughtful field of concentration.

To make it even worse, foxy boy thought he could pull out the whole 'go to breakfast card trick'.

"Would you be interested in joining me for breakfast? It'll be on me." the brave man had spoke.

Margaret took her time, thought about it, and made a finally decision. Maybe this was her chance to learn about boys. Maybe this was her path, but she wouldn't know until she tried. Maybe foxy boy is the key to her completing her goal, but who knows.

"Alright, I will go to breakfast with you, only under one condition. You tell me stories of your past adventures, because honestly you don't seem to be from around here. Also, I don't happen to know any places around her, since I usually eat alone, so I guess we both have to search for a good spot." is all she managed to say.

She looked at him, noticing his hair, it made her smile for some odd reason.

"Oh yeah, I won't tell you my name unless you interest me with your stories." Margaret snickered.

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This foxy boy, Nick, he was a rather strange man. He didn't seem to be alerted by her presence, and neither did he go against the fact that she could have attacked him at any given time. Margaret is more of a fighter, but this particular person, Nick was different. He was calm, gentle and kind from the looks of it. But in the end, everyone has their secrets, some of which aren't meant to be told. She had seen foxy boy bring his hand towards his cheek, gently stroking it as if he were thinking of something. Was her question not clear? Margaret was sure she had been very specific in the condition she had given, but i was up to foxy boy to accept or deny it. Even though she had been staring at the ground, she was more focused on Nick from a different viewing angle. On the ground, there was a batch of flowers, and the tiny insects that were finding its way to the leaves of the flowers. It was like a pathway system, to guide the bugs toward their destination. Quite interested, Margaret had decided to pick up one of the flowers. This flower had red, white, and purple coloring mixed around on the leaves. It may not have been the most beautiful of plants, but it sure was interesting. From the glimpse of her eye, she had noticed that Nick had winked and nodded in approval to her condition, but overall it had seemed she didn't even see him from the angle she was looking at.

"So he accepts my condition.." Margaret spoke to herself. She was quite thrilled, for she had wanted to know more about Nick.

"Hah, okay. Let me tell you of the time I was in the east then." foxy boy had stated.

Margaret had been thrown of guard, she never had anticipated that Nick would have started his storing telling of his passed adventures so quickly. Maybe he was in a rush, or maybe he did mistake her condition in some way. But, either way she had been fine with this, it didn't bother her at all. They both had continued to walk, as the inner-city of Konohagakure hadn't been that far away. A marvelous site it was, very beautiful and it had demonstrated why Konohagakure had been a strong nation.

"There was this emperor named Kiazai. This was about five years ago." Nick had continue on.

They were already there, the inner-city of Konohagakure in a matter of minutes, seeing the streets crowded with people from all over. Little kids, grandmothers, parents, tourists, it was all amazing.

"He was dubbed a dictator. A man of power, his throne was made from iron. He was notorious for awarding himself many titles and awards. He was known for being crazy." foxy boy said.

Margaret was very fascinated, for Nick's stories weren't half bad. It kept her more interested, wanting to know more.

"I am highly interested in your adventures, Nick, but maybe we can take this conversation over at that restaurant located to our right?" Margaret said kind of delighted.

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leaving this thread for now, thank you for a fun time. ~

sorry, but im not going to continue this anymore for personal reasons.

exiting ~