Amaya stared at her brother, stopping in her walking as he did. She watched him in silence, allowing him to make up his mind without her pestering him. She knew he was thinking over where this would put Amaya should anything happen, but she also could easily guess that he wasn't going to say no: he knew as well as she did after all that she would just end up learning from someone else - likely a teacher who didn't know nearly as much as Naota did. That just wouldn't do, it wouldn't do at all.
However, she didn't smile or grin again until her brother spoke; and when he did a grin cracked across her face and spread so wide that her face risked becoming stuck like that for a long period of time.
"Alright. We'll start tomorrow morning."The words caused her to jump in the first perfect surge of happiness she had felt in a very long time. He would teach her; and she was going to be a very fast learner if this came to her as naturally as everything else in her life.
"Thank you! Thank you!", she said excitedly. Figuring she should get a rush on getting some actual food up in her in preparation, as well as a decent bit of sleep she lunged forward, hugging her brother for a moment - ninja or not, she hugged her brother and that was just the way it was - before she took off towards home.
"I'll meet you here tomorrow! I'm going to go grab dinner! And sleep... lots of sleep!", she called behind her as she ran - feeling the bubbling happiness she felt when she was younger return.
---------- The Next Day ----------
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Eyelashes fluttered before her eyes narrowed into a glare against the light that was assaulting her sleep filled eyes: her room was too tiny to put her bed anywhere but up against the large window. Her red gaze darted to the right of her bed where the alarm clock sat continuing its loud and obnoxious beeping.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
She almost expected to hear her mother come knocking on her door, telling her to shut off that annoying racket before she awoke the dead. Of course, that wasn't going to happen these days. Her own little room in a little apartment separate from her parents fixed that problem: she just hadn't been able to take the staring and the looks and the way that everyone seemed on edge when she was around. It was as if everyone had been expecting her to explode at any moment: and that likely was the case if not for what little sanity she managed to keep about herself.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Right, the alarm clock. She was getting off topic and letting her mind wander too much. She reached her right hand over, turning her body as she did so. Slender fingers sought out the button at the very top of the alarm clock that would silence the horrible racket. It took a few seconds and plenty more beeping before she found the smooth black colored button and pressed it. Silence filled the room, the alarm clock cutting off mid beep. Amaya turned back over so that she was laying on her back and stared up at the ceiling for several minutes.
A yawn broke the silence and she raised her hands to her face, rubbing at the sand and sleep in her eyes. There had been a reason she had set that alarm clock to go off so early but for the moment she simply couldn't remember what it was. Did she have somewhere to go today? Something to train-- training, yes. Training was the reason she had set that annoying alarm clock to go off. She wanted to learn Taijutsu from her brother since she could convince him to teach her, but first she had wanted to get a bit stronger and a bit faster - since both seemed needed in that area. She wanted to be as prepared as possible so she wasted as little of her brothers time as she could.
Knowing that if she laid there any longer she was likely going to fall back to sleep she reach down and grabbed what little covers were actually over her. With an exaggerated throw she tossed them off of her and on the floor. 'Meh, 'least they're not on me anymore.', she thought to herself as she stretched. Her fingertips brushed the wall that the head of her bed rested by whle her toes pointed tight and skyward for several seconds. A satisfied groan escaped her before her stretching stopped and she sat up slowly.
She thought about just throwing her clothing on and heading out the door but as she reached her hand up to scratch at an itch at the top of her head she realized how messy her hair truly was. No, there would be no skipping a shower this morning, even if she didn't stink.
She sat up on her bed and then swung her legs sideways while loathing the idea of putting her bare feet down on what she new was going to be a very cold floor. However, nothing was gained if nothing was lost and so she slipped herself forward the last few inches that would be needed to cause her feet to be planted firmly on the floor before she stood. Once standing she felt the need to stretch once more and did so, going up on the tips of her toes while her fingertips pointed skyward: she was no where near tall enough to touch the ceiling even like this, but hardly cared this morning about her shorter height.
Once she was finished with another stretching ritual she wandered over to her dresser where she pulled out her leather corset styled top with the white top that went underneath of it to cover her breasts, a pair of black shorts, the pleated white skirt she wore above this particular pair of shorts, and a pair of fish-net style stockings as well as needed under-garments. With her clothing picked out she turned and walked into the bathroom off of her bedroom: keeping foot-falls silent in case anyone else in the apartment was still asleep. Once in the bathroom she closed the door behind her and locked it. She turned the shower on to give it a chance to run for a bit and truly warm up so that she wasn't stepping underneath of an icey spray.
With the water running and filling the tiny bathroom with steam she began to make quick work in removing the pajama top she wore, her pajama shorts, and under-garments. Once fully undressed she pulled back the shower curtain and stuck her right hand under the spray to ensure that it was hot enough - the last thing she wanted was to end up chilled with a full day of training a head of her. The shower water was perfect and so she stepped into it. She stood there for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of the water running down her bare naked flesh before she tilted her head back and made quick work with getting her hair wet. Once thoroughly wet she worked scentless shampoo through it and rinsed it out before applying conditioner. With the conditioner setting in her hair she scrubbed herself down with even more scentless soap. After rising the suds from her body she finally rinsed out her hair, leaving it clean and soft to the touch. She then reached down and turned the knobs, shutting the tower down.
She grabbed her towel off of the door hook and tried her hair a bit before working on drying her body. Once her flesh was dry she wrapped the towel around her still damp hair to keep it from dripping on her and making her wet once more. She slipped herself into her under-garments first then slipped on her fish-net style stocking and shorts. With her shorts on she slipped on the white under top and then added on the leather corset that would keep her stomach covered and laced it up the front before typing it at the top with a delicate little bow. Once she was finished with getting herself dressed she removed the towel from her hair and rubbed the towel on it, furthering to help it dry. Once completed she hung her towel back up and then picked up the brush that sat on the little shelves next to the sink. She ran the brush through her hair quickly enough, it already beginning to stick up as it normally did: but, she hardly cared since at least it was clean, and that was what mattered.
She grabbed her toothbrush next and made quick work on wetting it under faucet before putting a small dab of toothpaste on it. She brushed her teeth, counting to one hundred and twenty while she did so and ensuring that each tooth and her tongue were thoroughly cleaned to leave her with minty fresh breath. When she was done with her tooth brushing ritual she rinsed her toothbrush off and put it back into the holder before closing the toothpaste and putting it too away. Fully complete with her bathroom ritual she turned and headed out the bathroom door; the steam billowing out into the hallway like a creepy looking fog.
She headed back down the hallway the few feet to her door and slipped herself back into her room, closing the door behind her in the chance anyone still hadn't woken up. She slipped her feet into her shinobi sandals that were black in color and then moved over to her dresser. She picked up her headband and tied it around her left forearm like she normally did any other day. She then slipped the tiny pouch she wore that carried her supplies onto her belt that held up her pleated skirt and headed out her bedroom door, sure that she wasn't forgetting anything.
She closed the door behind her and started down the hallway where she entered into the kitchen. Almost ignoring the food her mother had obviously dropped off that morning, however a mental reminder clicked in that she needed food in her system for what they were going to be doing that day and so she grabbed herself a plate and put a decent amount of food onto it. She grabbed her chop sticks and got to eating; taking care to chew the food down very well before swollowing. As she ate she kept her pace slow, not wanting to risk eating too much and making herself sick simply because her stomach wasn't used to it, or otherwise eating too much and ending up sick when the training itself started. When she had finished the food on her plate she rinsed it off very well and then set it in the sink to give it a proper wash later on.
She then turned to the fruit bowl - her favorite place to get food. She plucked from it a freshly picked apple and went over to the sink. She rinsed the apple off and then leaned against the counter where she took a bite out of it and got to work eating it. Each bite caused the apple to shrink in size until there was nothing left of the tasty fruit but the seed riddled core.
She tossed the apples core into the garbage can nearby and then pushed herself away from the counter. She washed her hands quickly and then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She unscrewed the cap and took a sip before putting the cap back on: she planned on taking the bottle of water with her. She grabbed her keys with her free hand and slipped them into her pouch along with another apple she snagged from the bowl before heading out the door to start with all of the training she planned on accomplishing that day: and there was going to be a lot of it.
After locking the door behind herself she took off down the little path that kept the apartment she lived in mostly from view. When she got to the end she looked off in the distance towards the training grounds. She figured it likely wasn't the best try to go there and train: most people enjoyed trying to watch high ranked shinobi train, even if it was foolish and dangerous if you got too close. So, instead she took off towards the forests she knew would be empty at this time of day. She kept to the ground as she moved, taking her time while she bobbed and weaved through the people within the village who were going about their every day business.
When she was out of the major populace of the village she moved to where she had spotted her brother the day before when she had spoken to him: figuring she would wait there to see if he either wanted to start the training there or actually move somewhere else - anywhere but the training grounds was preferred: she didn't want stared at while busting her ass.
Taijutsu D-C: 2,208 + 411 = 2,619 / 3,000