Meal with Atasuke

[atasuke]

Atasuke looked up at her, "I was in Suna before I came back here again," he told Chitsuki. He had some encounters there with other ninja and moreso with more ninja. Every visit to any village was a surprise for him as he always met an interesting person. He wanted to ask her what she was putting away in her bag, but he knew it wasn't his business as he listened for her response.

[narusakuchild]

All of a sudden, the waitress interrupted them again.

"Chitsuki, this going on your tab?"

""No, Kaikou-san. For once, I have cash."

Reaching for her bag, she pulled out her journal, flipping about halway through. Pressed there among the poems were a few winkled yen bills.

She handed over enough to pay for both meals, and then paused for a moment to gaze fondly at the words she had written, as always, in bluish-black ink.

[atasuke]

Atasuke looked at her pay for his food, "Wait, let me pay for my own food," he said as he gathered some money from his pockets. He then took Chitsuki's money for him off the check and gave her money back to her. Then he noticed Chitsuki take out the notebook he saw her putting away earlier. He tried looking at the poem while trying to make him seem like he wasn't looking at it.

[narusakuchild]

Chitsuki's eyes hinted amusement at Atasuke's not-so-subtle attempt to read her writing.

"I hope your more subtle when your truely acting as a ninja. It's a bit obvious when you're looking over my should, you know," she teased lightly as she flipped a few pages to somethingshe felt more comfortable about him reading. She wsn't excately sure what it was about; the words had simply come out. She knew how she felt about it, but, that was it.

As she silently slipped the notebook to Akatsuke, feeling a bit apprehensive, she began to mentally quote a few of her favorite lines.

"As we stand alligned
Connected to one another
By bonds stretched thin
Between us
Like pieces of worn, frayed cord
That we all grasp
In our hands...

...I can tell he feels it, too-
How tight this wire-like string draws
Cutting into our palms
And pulling until I'm afraid it might break
And prove us human after all

Each a corner of the triangle
We all begin to walk
To pull our different ways
Creating so much space within
And imbetween
Each seperate point

I go my way
And they go theirs
How can we follow
the path of another?

And we keep walking
And walking
Farther apart.
Slowly, the fallen one
Begins to turn away, to turn his back
Because he's only human, after all...

...This thinly streched bond
With three little knots
Tying it all together...

Its all I can do
Not to cry
As I remeber the days
Where we simply stood
Hand in hand"


(ooc: A bit of a quote from my team seven fan poem, "thin stretched bonds". www.fanfiction.net/s/3809625/1/Thin_Stretched_Bonds)

[atasuke]

Atasuke smirked and took the book, reading the poem. He read through it and thought that it really got you and it felt deep. It had a certain meaning and it inspired you and even taught you a meaningful lesson. Atasuke flipped through the notebook reading some of the poems that Chitsuki wrote and handed it back to her, "Very deep," he commented. Although the words he said didn't say so, he liked reading the poems and really meant what he said.

[narusakuchild]

"Thanks," Chitsuki said softly. She blushed, a little embarresed. Most people called her poetry goth (though that had been one of her lighter wiorks) or said that freestyle wasn't really poetry at all.

"Tell me more about Tsuna."

[atasuke]

Atasuke nodded, always enjoying a good piece of poetry. Then he realized that Chitsuki asked her about Tsuna. He didn't know whether she was talking about the village or the person here. He decided to ask her.
"Tsuna or Suna?" he asked, smirking. Of course, she probably meant the village, but he wanted to make sure.

[narusakuchild]

"Tsunagakure. Why do you know someone who's name is Suna, S-U-N-A? What did you do while you were in the village?"

[atasuke]

Atasuke smirked, "You mean Sunagakure? I know a person whose name is Tsuna T-S-U-N-A," he explained to her, knowing that she probably meant the village anyhow, "I met some people," he told her, shortly after that. He then glanced at her notebook, but only a glance.

[narusakuchild]

(ooc: I hate it when I get confused like that! I know how to spell suna but...*shrugs*)

Chitsuki winced at her mistake. Apparently her brain had decided to take a vacation.

Atasuke seemed reluctant to answer...

Well, she wouldn't press him, or at least, she'd try not to. Although, she couldn't help but wonder why he was staring at her notebook again.

[narusakuchild]

Ooc: I just got grounded for three weeks, from everything, because I made a 76 on my report card. I'm really sorry, but I won't be posting!

[atasuke]

(OOC: No problem, I was banned from here once in a while as well. And sorry I haven't been on in a long time)

Atasuke noticed that Chitsuki wasn't satisfied with the answer he gave her; he did tell the truth, just evasively. Then he realized that she realized that he was glancing at her notebook, "You write good poems," he commented shortly, "what is your inspiration?" he asked her curiously. He wanted to know since good poems just don't come out of the blue.

[narusakuchild]

(ooc: Shh! My parents never find out I was on, okay?)

Chitsuki shrugged, not sure how to answer Atasuke's question.

"What ever I'm feeling at the time, I guess. None of my stuff's that great on paper, but when its in my head, it's drawn pretty strictly from emotion. It's not always about why I felt that way, but the feelings are there. I was feeling betrayed when I wrote Thin Stretched Bonds. When I wrote Rumors, which came out sounding... rather emo... I was angry, because the same people had betrayed me again."

She wandered mentally through all of the verses she had composed, some of them still only half-formed ideas in her head.

"Looking at other people's emotions helps too. Writing poems about how they act, about the emotions we all share, as humans, helps me feel more...connected, I guess..."