a lonely life

The wind through the trees whistled a toon to Akasora that she heard way to much from them. She was perched on a sterdy brach on one of the gigantic trees. She sat meditating. She felt very uneased with herself. She found when this happened, meditating is always the best thing to do. She always felt her best when she is at peice with the world itself. But the world had to be at peice first. For once in her short life she could feel the earth wa not at peice. This upset her greatly. She jumped off the trees to the leafy ground. She jumped from branch to branch till she landed safely. Akasora then put her ear to the ground. Lestening for a bit, she could tell that unsettly fight was going on. That was why the earth was not at peice. "I don't think the fight wil end soon. You can sence it too, can't you?!" Akasora said looking up at the tree she was just sitting on. "I guess I'll just set up camp here for now." She said as she took her bag off.

After s few minutes of setting up her tent, she went and grabbed fire wood and a long log to sit on. As she sat on the ground making her fire a couple squirls came over to her. "Hey there," she said to the squirls, "hold on. I got something for you." She reached for her bag and brought out a bag of trail mix. She opened the bag and spred a bit on the ground around the squrls. The squirls jumped at the food that had just been spred out for them. Akasora lafted at the cutness of the squirls and went back to her fire. She took out her flint and started to whak it with one of her kuni knives. A mighty fire roared infront of her now. She returned her kuni to its pouch and retreaved one of her katanas fro her back. She took the flint and started to sharpen her sword,slowly and carefully.

The trees were still whistling the same toon over and over to Akasora. She finally could not take it anymore, "could you learn a new song please!" she yelled out. These trees alays whistled to her every night ever since she became a rouge. They have been her only friends since she was 12. 5 years of the same whistling can get annoying.

Once she was done Sharpening her katana, she grabbed a leaf and stroked it across the blade. Without puting any presure on the leaf, it split in half. Happy with its sharpnes, she put it back in its home and drew the other katana. Once again she sharpened the blade with the flint, slowly and carefully. As she watched as her blade got sharpened, a couple racoons came over to her. Once again she giggled at their cuteness. "Shouldn't you be sleeping," she said to them, "theirs still a few hours till night." She stopped her sharpeing and grabbed the trail mix out of her bag. She gave the racoons a bit of it too. "It must be a midnight snack," she said and went back to her sharpening.

A few minutes later she was done sharpening this katana too. As she started to put it back in its home too, something cought her attenchion. It was her reflextion on her sword. She brought the sword infront of her so she could get a good look at herelf. She could not remember her parents faces after all these years. She could not tell who she looked more like. Remembering all th times she was in a village and she over heard parents talking about how their children looked like them, and she couldn't tell who she looked like. It hurt her to think this. Then she noticed her scar on her cheek. She remembered how when she first started one her own she got scared one night. When she took out one of her kuni knives she cut her cheek by accident. To think that after 5 years of being on her own the only injery she has had was done by herself. Its both imbearising and impressive. She returned the katana to its sheath and started to sharpen the blade on her glove with the forest creatures playing around her and the trees whistling the same toon to her.

After sharpening both blade on the back of her gloves, Akasora got out some old padding she had in her bag. It was torn and tatern but it was all she had for practicing with. She tied the padding tightly on a tree by her camp site and started her Taijutsu. After a bit she got more and more aggrivated with her taijutsu level. She felt it was under what skill level she should be at. Her arms where not straghtening like she had to and her legs were not going up as high when she kicked. She got so frustrated that she moved her hold body beside the tree and her arms up to her chest crossed. Then she exended the arm closest to the tree pearsing the padding with the blade that's on the back of her hand. She continude to hit the padding this way till she hit the string that was keeping the padding on the tree. It fell and crashed on the ground. She stood their trying to recover her breathing pattern.

Once she could breath once again, she drew her swords and imagind a man infront of her. He too weald two swords and was ready to fight. She jumped at the man, ready to fight. Out of all the jutsu's Kenjutsu was her favorit. It seemed to be the only jutsu she was good at. Her katana's are everything to her. They where the only iteams she found after her village burned. They were not special sword but they have helped her through her long jurny.

Once she weakened the man with a right gab, she ran right up to him. He went to stab her with both swords at once but the pairied and broght both her swords to her neck crossed. And with on final blow, she cut his head off. She felt unusually happy to have killed, even if he was imaginary. She probably felt this because inside the lonleyness was turning her evil. She has sometime felt she could no longer go on and wanted to join the Akatsuki. She never has gone through with it through.

She truned to her fire and thought about her genjutsu. She wondered if she will ever get to be able to use fire genjutsu. It was what every ninja in her village knew. She could feel the fire running through her bloode but she couldn't get it out. She sat down by the fire and thought of hand signs she was taught. Trying to remembe her fire jutsu. But she knew that even if she did remembered, she didn't have enough chakura to use it.

It was starting to get dark out and Akasora was getting tired. I went ove and laid in her tent, her head spoking out of it. She looked out into the stars and looked for the constilation. First she found the big dipper, and followed it to the little dipper that has the north star attached to it. The bight star made her think how bightly she is found in this vass world. The air started to get cold so she went in and closed her tent and crawled into her sleeping bag. She reached into her bag that laid next to her and grabbed her kuni knife. She has learned many times that she must sleep with some protection. The trees whistling had become louder and more distenct. Akasora closed her eyes and started to sing to herself. The song she made after her parents died in the fire.

"Night after night,
Day after day,
You are here,
You are there.
Why don't you come to me?
Why don't you stay with me?
Do you see me?
Do you hear me?
Am I who you are?
Am I who you want me to be?
Do you love me?"

She closed her eyes singing her song over and over till she fell asleep, awaiting morning.

Birds cherped with their happy song, the squarles scureid down their tree after a night of rest. Akasora poked her head out of her tent into the breutiful morning whether. She crwalled out and stretched out her body. A full night of sleep was what she needed for what she will be doing next. She turned and packed up her tent. As she was strapping it to the top of her back, the birds and squarls jumped onto the log she had brought the night before. She luaghed at this, "are you looking for breckfast?" She said to the animals. Akasora reached into her bag and retrieved the trail mix. She pored what was left in it. "here," she said, "I don't like trail mix anyway." The animals jumped at their food and started to shove all that they could into their mouths. Akasora laught at the squarls chubby checks. "Well I better get going. Bye bye." she said to the hungry creachers. Akasora left the camp site down a nere by path listening the the trees whistling to her.