She remained silent and still until she was sure Raijin had fallen asleep, which had been about thirty some minutes ago if what she was observing was true. There was a few parts of sleep that you could not fake, unless of course, you were a medical specialist. Three of these things were physical and could be spotted and easily picked out by a careful observer: one, once most people hit the second stage of sleep, your muscles begin to relax. You could try to sleep as stiffly as a board of wood, but, once you go past stage two, you began to relax; second, your breathing became slower during stage three, with a longer pause between exhaling and inhaling of another breath. The third, you had to be touching someone, or listening to their pulse. Heart rate slowed during second stage sleep.

Of course the only things Himi would judge sleep by was breathing and how much someone moved, and seeing that Himi had tried to wake Raijin from sleep beforehand, she knew that once he passed out he had the conscious moving ability of a rock. She sat up, unfolded her legs and got off the bed to sit on one the the meditation mats on the floor in front of said bed.

Meditation was good for someone. Helped keep a person from getting cranky, angry, envious and sad over issues and situations in their life. She straightened her back out, inhaled deeply aaaaaaand exhale. She repeated this process for at least an hour. It helped, and actually comforted her, to just clear her mind and feel her energy, her place in the physical world. She was beginning to sink into herself. Trying to relax and connect with her own feelings.

And time sure does fly. Only someone with a watch could've told her how long she had been sitting there in complete silence, the only noises were her near inaudible, and Raijin's slightly louder inhales and exhales of air. Too bad tranquillity didn't last forever. A sound so terrible happened. It was loud, startling and it sounded like the temple was going to collapse. Cue Himitsu's near phonophobia? Why yes of course. As soon as the sound began to reach her ears she shuddered, jumping in her own skin. Her entire body tensed when she jumped up, making it feel like she was going to leave her outer-layer behind. In less than a second she was was off the floor and on the bed, under the covers hiding next to Raijin, clinging to his forearm like the end was near. Yes. She was indeed shaking and whimpering in fear. The thoughts running through her head were, 'I'm going to die here. Everything is going to collapse and my body will never be found and-' even her own mind was beginning to babble off into incoherence.

The noise was anything but jarring to the male. It was the sound of his dreams; the softest lullaby from his childhood, come to carry him to the deepest levels of sleepy bliss. He loved nights like this; the thunder drowned out EVERYTHING; leaving him floating in the pure, warm, darkness of the best sleep; beyond the realm of dreams and into the glorious peace that was reminiscent of a mother's womb. There was nothing here but warmth. Nothing but soft, dark, soothing, warmth. Clinging arms, soothing wamrth, and quiet.

Wait.

What.

The fuck was happening? He was instantly yanked from his happy place; back into the realm of dreams, nightmares, and reality. Well; fuck. That was a bummer.

Might as well wake up and care then.

Not much of a struggle; his arm was going numb and something was shaking like an earthquake next to him.

Wait. Wasn't he in his own bed? Who the he-... crap.

Himitsu.

What happened now? That girl couldn't go a day without some kind of emergency... which given they where in his fortress of a room; had to be pretty friggin' insane.

"Nuuuuuuh. Wassat? Why ya' tryan' ta tear ma' arm off. nuh?"

"Wha-what i-is ca-co-collapsing?" Well he was calm as all hell. Maybe to Raijin, who had grown up in this temple, with these sounds, the thunder was lovely and soothing. To Himi though? It was the equivalent of setting off explosions less than three hundred feet away. Painfully loud and frightening. Given that she had never really heard thunder in her life, only the soothing sounds of rain and wind from the hurricanes that Kiri would get every summer. Thunder storms were not her friend. Then she realized that she was indeed near to ripping his arm off. She unclung herself from him and instead gripped the sheet and turned her head until her face was in the sheets. Kill her now? Yes please.

Why was she frea-... Oh. That.

The loud, temple shaking booms. Huh; the storm was this far out? Weird; it was a few weeks early this year. No matter; it's chill out eventually. "Calmeth. Juss tha' storm. Happens e'ery so oftan, yeah. Juss gotta wait it out. This place has seen worse. Nothan' doan'; yer still safe here."

He reached up above his head; tweaking with the seals in the walls; trying to see if he could kick the sound dampener up a few levels; cancel some of this out. Course; given his room was in the main electricity conduit; there was very little he could do. Shit; he'd hafta calm her down some other way. She'd stress herself sick like this. "Himi. Come on, calm."

Fuck, she'd about dislocated his elbow with the clinging; but he didn't much care. A quick stretch and it was usable again. He slipped the bruised arm around the panicking woman. "Seriously. 's nothan' ta freak about, neh. Ya truss me, don'tcha? Yanno i dun lie."

"Ju-just a st-storm?" She said after she lifted her face from the sheets and pulled her arms up underneath her torso. Note to self three, storms in Kumo are terrifying experiences. Get used to them. She felt him move his arm away then he did something she did quiet expect. He put his arm around her. It was comforting, seeing as she half way expected him to tell her to calm down before rolling over and going back to sleep. Yes. Nobility household expectations were still in her head. She still wasn't all that used to a man being kind, caring or compassionate towards her. It was strange, but she was being to except that Raijin wasn't going to yell at her easily. He was telling her not to worry, and that it was nothing to freak out about.

Well, knowing that the temple wasn't going to collapse saved her from the miniature nervous breakdown she was having. Okay. Safe, I'm not going to die. That is a relief. She thought to herself. The last time he asked if she trusted him, he hopped off a cliff. She had not forgotten that, but yes, she did trust him. "I trust you, even if the last time you asked me that, you hopped off a cliff with me." She smiled at him, even through her dismay, and unhappiness about the cliff diving. It was kinda like a, 'Hey, I'm not going to die!' smile of utter relief.

No' much I ken do righ' now; yanno. Barring shovan' ya outta the bed, eh?" He shifted some; twisting so that his arm wasn't angled wrong and making his side and shoulder cramp up. Much better. "Now... we okay now? No more spazzin' an' junk. I know it's loud; but no' much I can do this late. Come mornin' I'll see if I ken get the dampen seals strengthened some; it'll kill more a' tha' noise."

He was fine leaving his arm where it was' he routinely spread out over the bed with his arms out; so it didn't feel any more awkward then it had to; and if it was keeping her calm; he'd deal. "Yer free ta stay up here; if ya dun wanna wait it out alone. Juss dun hate me when I doze off; storm's kinna do tha'; yeah."

She felt him move some. What he was offering was fine to her, now that she knew it was just thunder, and not some world ending event, she was calming down quickly. Though she did flinch when a loud thunderclap reverberated through the temple. "Yer free ta stay up here; if ya dun wanna wait it out alone."

Yes. She would be staying right in this spot. Between his arm and side, where it was warm and there were blankets and she didn't feel completely isolated due to her blindness. Even though she was an introvert, and didn't trust people easily, she, like all other humans, wanted to be near people.

Alone. The worst word in the human language. Murder couldn't hold a candle to it and hell was only a poor synonym. It seemed like everyone truely took their sight and vision for granted. Most didn't even realise she was blind until she told them in a blatantly obvious way. She could only sense the world around her for about a meter. Everything else was smell or sound, which were only sad substitutes for the blessing of sight. No one could ever understand. Every morning she opened her eyes, only to be greeted with the same darkness that she had when her eyes were closed at night. Her dreams... People had described their wonderful dreams to her. Dreams of the open sky and dreams that could only be experienced with sight. She could turn her head, try to blink the darkness away, rub her eyes and put in contacts all day, but nothing would or could fix her.

She sunk into the bed. "I'm sorry for today Raijin. I had an personal issue, then I hit you and now this. I'm horrible." She said the last part while turn her face back into the sheets.

Small as she was; he'd barely notice anything different with her plastered to his side like that; beyond an imbalance of warmth and a slight dip in the bed; neither of which bothered him in the slightest. So long as she wasn't a blanket hog; he'd never care; his only real tick with sharing sleeping bags or mats or beds was when people hogged the coverings. He hated that; really. His mind was already drifting back into a light doze when she spoke to him; apologized again in that way that made him feel uncomfortable and a bit sad at the same time. No one should apologize as much as Himi did; and definitely not for the reasons.

Hell; he was silent for a long while, groggily processing her words and fighting the urge to groan over them. Why she insisted... but that wasn't fair. Nobility was weird; and the older clans that liked to live the 'noble' life had even weirder customs. Maybe her's just was that terrible to the women members. He'd never know; unless she explained it to him one day.

"Nuuuuh. Stoppat. Ya dun nothan' wrong, nuh. Yer fine, yer fine; sometimes tha' bess way ta deal with me is a good slap, yeah. If ya wanna talk 'bout it; 'm alive for a bit. Or sleep on it; tell me tamarrow, eh. Ya know I'll listen."

Aaaand sleepy idea did not trigger what few "don't do this idiot" filters he had; his body shifting around a bit to resettle more comfortably around the added weight and warmth that was her body; his arm tugging her closer out of instinct and doing the job quiet well. Ohgods; perfect comfort re-achieved. Yeeees. That he was basically cuddling someone that for all intents and purposes was a stranger living in his room meant little to him right then and there, yep. He was comfortable; and if lucky, not about to be kicked in the balls. Even luckier; it'd make her feel better, and calmer, and let her sleep through the storm; and his snoring.

And... Sudden warmth... And she could hear a heartbeat and she was being hugged onto his chest. That was a sudden surprise, but a pleasant one, like he had read her track of thought and knew that she felt lonely, that she felt completely isolated when she wasn't touching someone. It was just the right touch for her lonely self. She moved her right hand from her side and onto his chest, right above his heart. A heartbeat was always soothing. She nuzzled into him slightly.

"I... I just feel like I'm abusing you and taking advantage of your kindness. You are... The only person that has ever really tolerated me... You've dealt with me for so long... Raijin... You are the guardian angel I prayed for each night after my mom... After she would hurt me..." She trailed off. She was biting her lip, close to tears as her fingers curled in a bit. Her heart hurt. She had never been this open to anyone.

Especially about her mother issues.

In her household every night had been a new argument with her mother, she had always done something wrong, committed some unspeakable crime when it came to her mother, and Himitsu, only wanting to please and make her mother happy, took that very hard. Every night was a new gash, a fresh open and bleeding wound in her heart that couldn't heal properly. Day after day, no matter what she did she was greeted only with the words "Failure. Shame. Disgrace and dishonour." She had even been hand picked by the late Mizukage to be his student, she had brought the news home with glee and told it in happiness.

Only to be called an ignominy to the Haruto clan.

And now, here was Raijin. This random man that had literally jumped in front of a lightning bolt for her, fed her, took her into his home and was now comforting her. He never called her any names. Never broke her down or hurt her, never pried when it came to why she was in Kumo. He just accepted her and treated her like an equal. She couldn't understand why he did, but she loved him for it. She sniffled once and closed her eyes, hugging him with her right arm. "Thank you." It was all she could put together to express her gratitude coherently at the moment as she laid there on his chest, listening to his calm breathing.