The early morning sunrise glistened beautifully off the waves of the stretching sea. Kiritou sat near the water, not to near where the water could reach him however. The sand beneath him was soft but not yet warmed by the sun so the sand itself was also fairly cool. He often came here to clear his thoughts as this place offered a calm and quiet atmosphere. He had heard that many shinobi come here to train in the ways of water style ninjutsu though this was not the case for Kiritou as he used wind style and lightning style jutsu as opposed to the latter.

As he watched the sunrise clearly, he wondered what the sun must be thinking, as if it was a living being. It rises and sets in the same way each morning and each night. Following a constant routine that it almost never shies away from even slightly. Its magnificent beauty and power were visible and easily felt even from the many many miles it sat away from the earth. Kiritou admired the sun greatly, even during the night when it was no longer visible.

As he continued watching and admiring the beauty of the fireball in the sky called the sun, memories of his past fluttered into his mind. These memories were ones he wished he could easily forget however parting ways with these memories seemed impossible. The first memory to poison his mind was that of his father. An abusive and seemingly heartless man in life. Kiritou had, as well as his mother, suffered years of physical and mental torture by this man. This man was also to blame for causing Kiritou to awaken the dead bone pulse bloodline and turn him into a freak of nature. The memory of the day Kiritou had finally put up with enough, never let his mind have peace. During a training session his father had attempted to savagery beat him once more and in a fit of rage multiple bone portrusions painfully erupted from his body skewering his father fatally. His father had eventually succumb to his wounds and passed away.

The second memory was that of his mother, whom to this day he knew little about. She had left early on in Kiritous life due to the abuse by Kiritous father. He wished he knew more about her, even if he simply learned what she looked like. He did not know her name, what she looks like, or really anything about her at all. This memory was much more depressing to him than any memory of his father or the abuse he had suffered to him. He shut this memory out before it could fully grab him and cause him to become emotional, and just in time to as someone he had not yet noticed spoke near him. “Do you think it gazes back at us, wondering why we do the things we do?”

Kiritou slowly turned to look at the newcomer and was not surprised to see a woman he did not recognize. Considering he was pretty anti-social for the most part, he did not associate with very many other individuals around the village. After he had sized he up for a second or two, noting the kimono she wore he turned his gaze back to the sun. "We probably seem so small, insignificant even. Helpless without the light and warmth provided by it's constant watch." Kiritou stood as he talked and spoke in a way that made him sound almost philosophical. Ruffling his hair with his hand before turning to face the woman that had approached him. Normally he would avoid social interactions such as this, however, with everything that was on his mind recently, talking with another person may allow him to take his mind off of the things that haunted him.

"I'm not very social so I may not be very good at this so I apologize in advance but nice to meet you, Kiritou Kaguya at your service." As he spoke, his face held no emotion whatsoever, he tried to seem as inviting as possible as he spoke in hopes of not scaring off the lady. Expecting her to introduce herself as Kiritou himself had just done, he stood awaiting her response. Using a big portion of his willpower to keep the memories of both his mother and his father out of his mind for the time being. There was a time and a place for everything but now was not the time nor the place for said memories to invade him.

Staring back at the sun as the young lady spoke, her words had peeked Kiritous interest. Perhaps she made a valid point, perhaps the sun did envy the people of the earth. It sat so far away from anything, alone at the center of the solar system. It provided light, warmth, and life to all that its rays could reach and received nothing in return for its service. As she continued on Kiritou's gaze had not left the sun, even when her question reached his ears. He simply nodded when she asked it, his nod showing a sign of agreement.

As she stated her name, he ran it through his mind a couple of times, he last thing he wanted to be sure to avoid an awkward situation where he pronounced her name incorrectly. Fuyōna. Fuyōna. An interesting name, one that Kiritou was sure was not commonly used though in no way was this a negative thing. After a few moments had passed, she took a seat near where Kiritou had once sat, and though he had only recently stood up, he also resumed a sitting position sitting on the ground with his legs outstretched and resting his wait on his palms which dug into the sand from it. As he watched the sun, he heard her voice speak yet again, this time a question as to if he was here for training purposes.

"Originally no, I did not come her intending to do training, during the early morning hours I frequently come here to be alone and in the company of no one but the sun. Except for today, however, as I am graced with not only the suns presence but your own as well." He did not intend to imply that she was intruding as her being here as she was in no way an intruder.  Unlike most people, her attendance calmed Kiritou's haunting thoughts, something he had been unable to run or hide from in years.

As they both now sat upon the sandy shores of the beach, Kiritou wondered what he could say to keep the conversation alive. He needed to say something, anything, though when it came to things like this his mind drew a blank on what to say. Finally thinking of something to say, even if it wasn't much at all he decided that in this situation something was better than nothing. "What about you Fuyōna, what brings you out here to the beach at this time." As he spoke he turned to once again catch a glimpse of her appearance, from her kimono to her long black hair.

Sitting on the soft, cool sand he stared into the horizon. He wasn't looking at the sun alone anymore but at the water to. The way the sun reflected off of it, displayed perfectly the inner beauty held within it. Snapped back to reality by Aiko's words, he turned to face her for a single moment, acknowledging that he was listening to what she had to say. Her words, containing a sense of wisdom, “It’s peaceful here in the morning. You can hear yourself think." Afterwards, she followed up with a giggle, for some reason a small smile also appeared on Kiritous face even if only for a second. Such a surreal feeling, happiness was an unfamiliar emotion to Kiritou but he didn't think of it negatively, in actuality, he kind of liked it. “Maybe we should stop coming here, hm? It might not be healthy to hear your own thoughts too often.” Another statement filled with wisdom came from Aiko's words, though he could tell she was most liekly joking, he still deeply thought of her words and what they meant.

Out of the corner of his vision, Kiritou could see Aiko looking at him, as she did so he too turned to face her. Her mother had told her that staring into the sun would burn your eyes out if the sight was focused on for too long. Her next question as to what about the sun fascinated Kiritou so much wasn't unexpected and Kiritou had a truthful answer to give. "Think about it, it follows the same routine to the letter. Rising and setting nearly the same exact way each and every morning then each and every night. It provides warmth, light, and life to us from such a distance and even though we offer almost nothing to it in return it still rises every morning."

Looking back to the sun as he spoke and then back to Aiko as he finished, he searched her eyes as she searched hers. They were so much like his own that they almost reminded him of himself, both his past self and his present self. Eyes that have seen pain and loneliness, seen the world for what it really is. Much like the sun, they captivated him for a moment. He found himself, for a few moments, staring blankly into them as if he was lost. Taking him about a minute or so to snap back to reality he looked away for a moment, reclaiming his thoughts before he spoke again.

"Your eyes, they almost remind me of my own. I can tell just by looking into them that in your heart, you don't hide from yourself the horrors that we sometimes face in this world. You come off to me as the kind of person who faces the things that stand before her head on in order to overcome the darkness and prevail over weakness." After he finished his little speech he drew silent, figuring he might be talking too much. Funny... the last person to ever be accused of talking to much, Kiritou assumed would be himself. In this situation however, with Aiko here, he almost felt that he could speak freely and for once, be understood.