Daemon cracked his neck releasing the built of tension as he looked up at the sky from the warm water of the bath house. His body was still sore from his fight with Seven Bells a few days ago. He wanted to believe he had made a difference and helped in the war somehow. The Mizukage seemed to think so otherwise he wouldn’t have had the amount of promotions he had been given in the last month. Bruises deep purple littered his torso and the stitches from the cuts were still healing. Other than that he felt physically fine, able to ignore what little pain there was without even a second thought. He had taken the position as ANBU Captain and as such had to leave his past behind. Deciding it was for the best that Toraika assumed he was dead and move on with his life from here on. If there was one thing he learned in the war it was that emotional ties were a double edged sword. It gave you meaning and purpose to fight but it also gave you a reason to hesitate and be weak if an enemy ever found out what you loved and cherished. It was rough but perhaps for the best, after all she hadn’t even tried to see him in the hospital unlike his sensei.

As he stared at the sky letting the rays of sunlight wash over his wet flesh he exhaled a sigh of relief that there was finally a bit of calm. It was a nice day too; he had trained with his students until midnight after their twenty hour training orientation and had them take the day off. They wouldn’t meet again until six in the morning the next day. Missions were also starting to gather and pile up; soon he would take them on a few missions that would need a whole squad. He rested his head back against the wall of the bath house as he sank deeper into the water. He had other things that needed to be done today like find a new place to live a few placed had been recommended to him by the Mizukage herself. He had never had a place to call his own and he wondered if it was as good as it was cracked up to be. He would also need furniture and to get groceries. It was going to be a long day.

He sighed as he stood up walking out of the hot water and grabbing his towel. He wrapped it around himself and went to the changing rooms and put on his usual attire. His brown jacket and pants loosely held up by a sagging brown belt. It was a warm day so he kept his jacket unbuttoned showing his torso muscles as well as the scars of his prior battles and from when he lived in the wilderness as a child; scars from claws just as much as from bites. He stepped out of the bath house feeling much more relaxed than usual. The village was busy, people going every which way in a hurry but to his surprise people were actually looking at his and waving, happily. They were acknowledging him for the first time since he had moved to Kirigakure all those years ago. It felt incredible and warmed his heart a bit as he kept walking through the marketplace on his way to one of the houses that had been recommended to him. His head looking at the ground as his mind wandered off into deep thought. He wasn’t sure how he should feel. Even if he was popular now it still didn’t stop him from feeling empty and lonely.

It was the day after Kara had met her team and had a decent amount of training with some interesting events starting from her falling of a waterfall and fighting the instructor with her fellow newbie ninjas and she had just woke up and decided to cook herself some food after getting ready having a wash and getting dressed cooking herself a Bacon Omelet. Her outfit consisted off Gold Boots with Black Lases, black tights, Short skirts primary Black with secondary Gold trims or Tints, Some times has extra cloth or silk added extra length to her skirt giving the impression that it is long. A Short Black and Gold leather/silk Bra, under neath she had a very thin short silk shirt that could be fairly see through, plus black and gold braces on her forearm covering her wrist to her elbow with a computer system inside it.

She would then realize it was a bright sunny day and head out shopping for something nice to not only represent her first day as a member of the team but also something to give her team mates expecting them to become her friends in the future and had been told by Danial Jackson in her lessons bonds are built by acts and emotions not of time though in the same lesson he also said if you know the candle light is fire the meal was cooked a long time ago so she wasn't exactly sure what it meant so she would try anyway to determine her own meaning from it. She had saw Dameon in the corner of her eye noticing a few people were waving at him randomly so decided to let him make first interaction if their was to be interaction between them at the market place as she continued to browse the shops.

As he continued to stare at the ground deep in thought he realized how close he was to where this whole thing pretty much began. Living on the streets and alleyways as he struggled to find some food to eat. The nice gentleman that used to give him free apples had passed away during the war and now someone else was running the fruit stand, most likely someone from that man’s family. He approached the stand not knowing exactly what to do or say but he smiled grabbed a fresh apple and handed over a few ryo to pay for it and another one that he put inside of his coat. Dameon looked around pulling the paper he had been handed out with the list of addresses as he bit into the apple letting the juiced from it roll into his mouth. The first house on the list wasn’t too far away but was closer to the administration building of the kage than to the market district. He looked up from his paper and saw Kara looking over his way and for a moment he wondered just how long she had been watching him. Finishing the bite of his apple he walked toward her having to go in that direction anyways.

“Afternoon Kara. What brings you out here today?” he asked willing to bet his bottom dollar that the rest of the squad was probably sleeping in after the twenty hours of training he had put them through. He actually wondered to himself why Kara had wanted to become a ninja so late. Most people joined the academy at ten or twelve she had become a genin at eighteen. She was a year older than him and just now starting her path to becoming a shinobi. She was extremely beautiful too most women that went to become a kunoichi weren’t as beautiful he would have figured her to be a model or something. It was refreshing to see someone so beautiful around him and at the same time a little odd seeing as he only just recently got out of a relationship.

“I am house hunting. You are more than welcome to tag along if you’d like.”