Kyoko Sōseiji, a young girl with dark red hair and bright eyes of the same vibrant color began her journey by looking at her surroundings. She whistled quietly, noting how nice the Mizu no Kuni border looked this early in the morning. There was shining, shimmering air to her surroundings, the mist particles lighting up like tiny, individual rainbows, floating across the sky in their own patterns, swirls and loops, creating a natural, yet bright and stunning otherworldly beauty. Of course, the entire village of Kirigakure was beautiful, with it's bright, shining beauty, if not noted for it's shrouded beauty. Snapping back to attention and looking around again, the young woman confirmed her surroundings with a nod to herself, and, the same way she had only a couple of years ago, leaving her parents clutches, Kyoko took a step. Then another. Then another. Soon, the red haired wanderer was walking, away from the oppressive walls of the village she was previously residing in. Left and right steps flowed together into a melody, and the sound of sandals hitting dirt and stone became music to her ears, the clicking of the ground, the quiet 'swish' of her clothes following behind her, and the occasional and melodic whistle of air past the Sooseiji's ears, causing her to feel energized, and alive, her body craving the warm and burning feeling of exertion, that could only be quenched by moving faster than this dreadfully paced travel.

And so she ran.

As the orchestra of her careful steps and the environment surrounding her in a soft melody turned into another orchestral noise, and she felt alive as the once calm and high pitched melody became a bit louder, and deeper. The tiny sound of the footsteps turned into an instrument of it's own as it grew to the pounding of things on the ground, the breathing of Kyoko turning into a voice that led the noises into a rhythmic pattern, the rise and fall of her chest keeping beat, and this music continued until it could continue no longer. The music then turned into the environment moving to the forefront. Kyoko leaned over, and began panting, as she had run out of breath from running such a distance as she had. Cracking her neck, the young woman stood up straight, heaving out a sigh. Looking around at her blank surroundings, she was posed again with the question she asked herself long ago.

"Kyoko... Why did you leave?"

Kicking a rock that was nearby into the air, the girl sighed, looking up into the bright blue sky, trying to remember why she left her home in the first place. "It was my damn parents..." She said, reminding herself once again why she can never go back to her home with her family. They would stop her from being free. They would restrict her until she became just like them, doing nothing but meditating and frowning on her Taijutsu practice and her want for Swordsmanship practice, not giving her anything to practice with, and keeping her from even letting her Eizo clone do anything other than train, as if it would help her. Her alternate mind always sent her messages of boredom whenever she was meditation, or sending her jokes. Man, that girl-- was the clone a girl? --really was a clone of Kyoko. She was damn hilarious. As she snickers to herself, remembering an especially good one involving her parents and a pineapple shaped as her grandmother. As she looked up, she smirked. She was here. Finally.

Looking up at the gates of Iwagakure, she nodded. Maybe she would meet someone here. Or, kill someone here. One or the other.

619 Words

Close thread, man.