Whispered Poems in the Rain

[narusakuchild]

Chitsuki sat underneath a cloudy sky, The air smelt like it always did right before a storm. She loved the scent.

The park had been mostly abandoned, at the sight of the approaching rain, but Chitsuki hadn't left. There was something about the whipping breeze, the cool air, the sheer wildness of a rainstorm, that she loved. So she stayed, swinging back and forth on the old children's play ground.

The breeze made her think of another, from a distant memory of her child hood. One that had been salty with the sea. She smiled slightly as she thought about the tug and pull of the stormy waves.

A sudden thought came to her. Chitsuki jumped of the swings, and, grabbing her bag, walked to the bench wear little children's' parents would sit and watch their off spring play. she tucked a stray strand of her onyx hair behind her ear, a pensive look in her sapphire eyes, and the produced a black pen and notebook from her pack. Quickly she began to write, letting the words flow though her.

Taste of salt on my lips
The cold caressing me
With its gossamer touch
The stormy sea, rocking me
As the summer breeze
Sings a lullaby

And I never want to wake
From this dreaming
I want to know the feel
Of the angry ocean's waves

If stay here
In this place
Lit only by
Imaginary moonlight

Will the waters claim me?
Will the waters heal me?
Will the rain storm take me
And wash away my fears?
Clean away the blood
The dirt on my skin?
Will it lock away my memories
So I'll be whole again?

And I want to
Forget the biting gale
Of winter
The harsh, icy words
It left whispering at my core

I want to let my own voice
Be the thunder this time
I don't want to
Hide from the lightning

Let the ocean take me
Let the waters claim me
Let the raindrops sing their
Soft lullaby

I hope I never wake
From this dreaming
The only way to keep myself
From becoming opaque
And unreachable by light

I want to transcend beyond
What I always knew
Let the tempest take control of me
'Till there's no one left but you

I'm gone and I am one with the sea
And still I don't exist


I want to move beyond these walls
Fencing me in
The feel the
Sea salt on my skin
To let the storm consume me
So I'll be whole again"

When she reached the last line, she read it softly to herself, unsure whether or not to continue. She didn't know where it had come from, whether it was supposed to be a poem or a song, or even if it was any good. She never seemed to know about the things like that. But she liked writing her little.... what ever they were.

As Chitsuki smiled at the black ink, the first rain drop fell on her face, running down her cheek like a teardrop.

Quickly, she stuffed the journal in her bag, and then hesitated, tilting her face and holding her hands up so that the drizzle could run over her.

She heard a voice behind her...

[atasuke]

Atasuke had been wandering around the area. He loved it when it rained. It always gave him a sense of freedom and it made him feel more calm. He wasn't wearing an umbrella and all he had were his weapons. He then went to the Konoha playground when he saw a girl, stuffing her notebook into her bag and feeling the rain. He didn't know what to say to her nor what she was doing there. But, they were both alone and just sitting down across from each other would be awkward. He walked over towards her.

"......hey," he said, almost mumbling it. He wasn't a very social person.

[narusakuchild]

"Hi," Chitsuki murmered quietly, feeling a little embarassed. "I see I'm not the only one in the rain. My name is Chitsuki"

[atasuke]

Atasuke nodded and listened to Chitsuki, "Indeed," he said, replying to her 'not the only one in the rain' comment. He didn't say his name unless she asked since she probably wouldn't want to know anyways. She looked a bit embarassed and looking like she didn't expect him to walk in. He closed his eyes and felt the droplets of the rain getting in his hair and his face. But then he looked at her again. He had no idea what he was going to say next besides introducing himself. But through years of traveling, he made it a rule to not say your name unless asked. He looked at her straight in the eyes and wondered what her first impression of him was.

[narusakuchild]

"I apologize if I disturbed you," she said, her voice quiet. She wasn't used to talking much, except to her friends Keiu and Teruha, and even then, she still was the quiet one of the group.

She looked into his dark eyes, a bit startled when she was unable to read the emotion there. She had always been good at reading people, and it wasn't often that someone came along who she had trouble with.

It was obvious the enigma didn't want to speak much, so she walked back over to the swings, sitting down, careful not to let her bag touch the quickly forming mud, although she didn't care about the wet plastic pressing close to her.

"You can sit if you want," she said, nodding to the empty swing next to her, and then closing her eyes again to enjoy the rain and the silence.

She had a lot of questions- What was the stranger's name? Where he was from? Why did he remain here as the storm poured around them, while everyone else had sough out shelter? Did he love the feel of the angry rain the way she did?

She wanted to know all this, but didn't ask. From what she could tell, he didn't seem like the type who would enjoy being interrogated. She understood plenty about not wanting to answer questions from her time in the land of the sea.

As long as he stayed calm and didn't make any treacherous moves, she would let him be.

[atasuke]

Atasuke looked at her, "You didn't disturb me," he said again, simply and bluntly. He actually disturbed her if anything. She appeared quiet and a bit reserved about herself. He noticed as she apologized to him. He then looked at her and made eye contact, wondering if she could understand him. Most people couldn't; not even his parents. Only one person could understand him: And that was--
"You can sit if you want," he heard her apeak to him, interrupting his thoughts a bit. But he didn't mind. Atasuke nodded and sat on the empty and wet swing. He closed his eyes and felt the cool of the rain. He felt like he was in his favorite place. He didn't used to be like this when he was ten yeard old and below. Now it was hard to even imagine himself happy and foolish. He then looked at her and made some more eye contact. She still hadn't asked him his name. It struck him as a bit odd, but that was one of the things about traveling. You'll never know who you might meet. It wasn't everyday he saw a girl in the rain and actually enjoying it. But he wasn't going to say his name unless she asked.

[narusakuchild]

Slowly, Chitsuki began to swing back and forth, her gaze occasionaly straying to the stranger.

Finally, even though she normally tried not to be nosey, she spoke to him.

"You're not from Konoha."

"No, I'm not."

She looked over him again, and then smiled faintly.

"You're a traveler. Tell me have you been to my hom- I mean, to the land of the sea-"

She paused for a moment, "I guess I still don't know your name... I told you mine. Would you mind telling me your first name, at least?"

She looked sown as she said it, not excpecting an answer

[atasuke]

Atasuke looked up, realizing that Chitsuki was talking to herself for a while and then talking to him. He hadn't been to the land of the sea yet and after visiting Suna again, he'll make some plans, "No, I haven't," he replied to her question; now he knew she wanted to know more about him. Then he realized that she had asked him his name. Why not? he thought.

"Atasuke," he replied to her name question. He wasn't from Konoha and he was a traveler so she got that part right. He also now knew that she was probably fond of the Land of the Sea for some reason. He did not pester her as he knew how much others were bothered by it.

[narusakuchild]

"It's nice to meet you, Atasuke. yiou really should drop by the Land of the Sea some time. It's beautiful....provided it hasnt changed much since I lived there."

She looked a bit worriedly over her sjhoulder at the sound of distant thunder.

[atasuke]

Atasuke nodded. Bu then he realized something; probably a slip of the tongue, '...provided it hasn't changed much since I lived there.' Now he knew that she was fond of the Land of the Sea because she had lived there. It's not like he would do anything, but he hadn't told her anything if not a little. But he didn't mind; she was interesting, "I'll be sure to visit," he replied shortly. He then looked at where she was gazing. It was already raining and he smirked while she turned the other way. He was going to stay out here and enjoy the rain since it always calmed him down.

[narusakuchild]

Chitsuki cocked her head slightly as she looked at Atasuke.

"You, we should probably get indoors unless we want to be electrocuted or get sick," she said. Not that had ever stopped her before, but she really didn't wantTeruha to chew her out again...

"If you're new to Konoha, you wouldn't have been to Ichiraku's, right?"

[atasuke]

Atasuke looked up at her, "Eletrocuted? Highly doubtful," he smirked. He had been to Ichiraku's, "I have been there," he replied shortly after his first reply. He still looked at Chitsuki. No one had really talked to him and ended that nicely. Last time he was in Suna, he didn't get along so much with a person there. But, it didn't matter and he looked at her yet again.

[narusakuchild]

"I think Teruha missed the memo..." she muttered, instantly regretting it. Teruha was one of her few true friends, even if she did nag some times.


She lost her train of though as her stomach growled. Loudly.

[atasuke]

Atasuke smirked, "We should get to Ichiraku's," he still felt the rain all over him, making himself drenched. He loved the feeling. He stood up and looked at her, as if waiting. He wondered who Teruha was, but guessed that they were probably her friend or something. He looked at Chitsuki and observed her yet again.

[narusakuchild]

Chitsuki felt Atasuke's eyes on her, gazing intently, with the same unreadable look. she wondered what he was thinking.

She nodded her head to his proposition, her stomach adding its agreement.

She didn't leave immediantly, although ramen sounded good.

Instead, she tried to find some way of telling where Atasuke was from, observing his posture, behavior, movement, and accent. Gently, she ran her fingers across the smooth plate of the Konoha hitai-ate tied around her waist like a belt.

(OOC: DO we go to Ichiraku's, then? Or stay here and say we went to Ichiraku's?)