Tenshikaze & Kaishi

- Standing in a calm and peaceful observations of a public cherry blossom garden was Tenshi of the Inuzuka clan. He was a shinobi that had only achieved the dismal rank of genin, but with hopes to become far more stronger and famous across the ninja world as an elite ranked shinobi. Purple eyes of the boy scanned across, looking softly upon the delicate pink cherry blossom petals that danced about in the soothing breeze which swept across the area. His puppy was comfortably stuffed into the boys hooded jacket with his head poking out from Tenshi's chest.

For a moment, memories flashed through the boy's mind. Horrific memories of the past that he would rather brush off than choose to dwell on for more than an instant. He once had a garden like the one he was observing, but that garden had long withered away as the blood of the fallen had absorbed into the soil of the area and corrupted it's graceful purity. "We'll become stronger, I promise.", Tenshi said among himself and the puppy whom he was very close to. He had a certain task to complete. For the sake of reviving the honour of his late family. -

Zabuuza lifted his head off the pillow; another restless nights sleep. He had been plagued with horrible nightmares of spiders recently, and his arachnophobia was really starting to kick in. As he sat up, he felt the vast amount of sweat running down his body; his clothes were soaked, not to mention his bed. Zabuuza got up and unchanged, into his signature black robe, with his fighting gear underneath. He grabbed all three of his swords, his daisho, and placed them all in their sheaths. Most of Kumo was in Konoha right now, either for leisure, missions or exams. Everybody cant have gone, could they? Either way, Zabuuza was taking a walk today, in the hope of meeting someone along the way

There wasnt many places to go in Kumogakure right now. The bar was pointless, nobody to drink with, and most other places were shut. Well, there was one place that he liked to go. The local Sakura garden, the Cherry Blossom trees. As a Samurai, Zabuuza loved cherry blossom. It turns out, not all parts of being Samurai are fighting. Samurai are educated, civilized men. Most Samurai are made to appreciate nature and the arts. Zabuuza found a particular love for cherry blossom.

There was a boy standing there when Zabuuza reached the garden. He was wearing a hoodie, with a small puppy tucked into his chest, cute. He had purple eyes, which was strange, but then again he wasnt the only one with special eyes. Zabuuza had seen him around sometimes, but only briefly and they had never spoke. The boy seemed to be in a deep state of concentration, so Zabuuza was reluctant to interrupt. He walked over and stood next to the boy, looking at where he was looking. He turned and spoke quietly:
"It's beautiful, isnt it? The cherry blossom. Sometimes I come here to get things off my mind."