Shigure was at his usual spot. A slightly elevated area, secluded and perfect for his ends. What he was going to do today, who knew. He always liked bettering himself. Whether the others understood it or not, he did want to do so; just because he hated the formal missions did not mean he was a slacker. Well maybe it did. But the D-ranked missions he was restricted to taking by his parental units....were less than fun. He liked action. Shigure wanted to do 'ninja' things, not these menial tasks. While that might have prevented him from actually doing them, it was a stalwart position.

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Tetsuya couldn't get much sleep after his day at the mine.  "I encountered a ghost.  Paranormal shit!"  Tetsuya decided to go on a walk though it was pretty late at night, he opened his window and climbed down to the street.  Tetsuya began wandering around seeing old men at bars and a few prostitutes on the street.  Until he saw in the distance ontop of a distant hill a figure of someone he knew.  "Is that Isamu....well may as well find out."  Tetsuya began walking up the hill to see a guy with blonde frisky hair and a dark grey hoodie. Tetsuya immediately knew it wasn't Isamu, but it may have been to late as it seemed he alerted him.

Isamu had found himself obsessed with Shigure since their "encounter". He noticed the blonde ninja walking somewhere that morning, when he was on his way to get tea with a friend. The second he saw the casual hoodie and expression, he turned to his friend and told them to reschedule, and he went off to follow. Shigure walked with a certain swagger that outlined his personality well. He eventually found a secluded area, up on a bit of a hill, and he sat there, looking out at the village. Isamu hid in a bush nearby, watching closely at the man's every movement. This wasn't normal at all. This was bordering on stalker. But he couldn't stop himself, his mind was in turmoil and his emotions were even worse off. So, there he sat, leaves caught in his white hair from the bush. The sound of footsteps alerted him, as he immediately assumed that it was Shigure and that his stalking tendencies were now in the open, but they passed and continued, and he recognized the figure that made the footsteps to be Tetsuya.

The Maeda turned his head to the side in confusion as to why Tetsuya was approaching Shigure. Huh, maybe they new each other. He figured that it wouldn't be awkward if he just happened to walk up to Shigure, as well? Tetsuya would act as a nice buffer zone (not that Shigure and Isamu were hostile to each other, but there was sexual tension) so that things could stay...normal. Just be normal, nothing weird or romantic or awkward. He finally emerged from the bush carefully, picking the leaves out of his hair and wiping the dirt from his white plaid shirt. Oh no, he hoped that there was nothing in his teeth...

Finally, Isamu came out into plain sight, and approached Shigure and Tetsuya with a bright smile, luckily devoid of any remnants of food. He acted as if they had caught him by surprise, and said, "Oh, hey, Shigure. And, uh...Tetsuya." before clearing his throat. He was breathing a bit heavily, as he was nervous. He didn't know what to do, so he just sat down about a meter away from Shigure, and continued, "S-so..how are you two...?"

Silently dragging his own form was the male Sairento. His eyes were a dull grey hue, showing his apathetic mood at this point. He was under quite a lot of stress and as he could not handle it at this point he forced himself to quit feeling anything. For the most part at least, he could still feel physical pain. He moved himself up a lonely old hill, trudging to an old spot he would sit at to calm himself and collect his thoughts before beginning his day of menial work. It was the same every time, he wished there would be something different at least once in his lifetime. The sun shone down on his form, casting shadow of his face, excluding his mouth area. His eyes shown through the shadow, and what could be seen of his skin was a pale porcelain white. He bore two piercings on his bottom lip, one on each side, and a slight shine could be seen in the shadow where his nose would be. The man wore a dark blue hoodie, as well as matching color pants and shoes. His shirt was a dull grey, featuring a river's movements upon it. As he neared the top he heard voices and sighed.

He reached the top of the hill, looking over at three males he hadn't seen before. He tuned out their words, walking past their group to sit upon a clear spot that had a slight dent into the grass, showing it was used as a seat quite often. He crossed his legs, and quietly inhaled through his nose, letting out the breath through his mouth. He hummed softly as he began his quiet meditation, shutting out the noises of the outside world completely.