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 Changing Tides, Yin/Zaizen
Zaizen
 Posted: Jul 10 2018, 02:47 PM
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Zaizen yawned.

The man was located on a less populated part of the beach, near something of a formation of rocks and coves. He liked it though because he didn’t have to listen to the shouting of tourist kids and the noise of the boardwalk. So, this was the Hidden Mist Village, something not so bloody anymore. In the distance high on the sea cliffs, he could see the monument put up in remembrance of lives lost during more violent times. A giant monolithic rock. Why did everyone think things like those were good ideas to commemorate the dead?

The Mizukage. Zaizen didn’t know much about him. Apparently, he was good enough to wield the Hiramekarei, one of those famous and revered seven swords that originated in this land. As a samurai himself, Zaizen could see that anyone capable of wielding such a weapon did deserve such respect. He just wasn’t sure if he enjoyed the man’s decision to turn his village into a carnival of a tourist trap. But, modernization was a plague that was entrapping all the villages, from Konohagakure to the bloody mist, he only half wondered if Getsugakure had decided to rebuild in that same fashion.

The last time he had been there, he could only remember ash and fire.

He supposed that the malls, hotels, and the variety of food stalls weren’t bad. At least here getting a meal and a drink was almost criminally cheap. Squid on a stick, whoever would’ve thought of that?

Things change, they always do. But the former shinobi felt like he had started out with a whole lot of nothing, and he still had a whole lot of that.

He watched as one of those giant cruise liners came in from the sea, dark eyes remained unimpressed. Such flashy things weren’t his style. Of course, he had come in on a small fishing boat, paid off the fisherman by helping out real in a good catch.

It was mid-afternoon by now, a blue sky still overhead. Sparkling azure water stretched as far as the eye could see. Picture perfect peacetimes. Maybe the tide really was changing in the ninja world. The shinobi turned samurai had simply been out of it for a very long time. He rested his hands on his pair daisho’s handles, Tora to Tatsu fingers tracing the worn and wrapped binding. He could remember not having a place in ‘the ninja world,’ he could remember not exactly fitting in the ‘samurai life’ either. A wanderer… forced to never find a home anywhere? It sounded like a tragic tale, but the man never held much self-pity. Feelings like that never got anyone anywhere.

He wasn’t anywhere better now, was he?

He had a lot of time to himself, so he had a lot of time to reminisce. He couldn’t say if the memories were good or bad. Zaizen just knew they were memories, that they happened in the past and past never could happen again.

Then he sat down in the meditative position, setting his blades carefully to his side as he took his perch on the rocks jutting from the sands. There he was again, watching, observing. There really wasn’t much else to do.


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"You blame it all on the ones who left you."


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"Ahhh! I love the Land of Mist!" Yin shouted, happily waving a squid on a stick and bottle of sake. Her cheeks were red with drunkenness. She made her way in a dance-step motion down the street, ignoring the annoyed looks of locals as she went. She bit into squid with a satisfied 'mm' noise. "K'yah! Who would think of this, eh? None other than the village known for their fishermen." If it wasn't obvious, Yin loved seafood. She thrived off it, and Kirigakure was one of the best places to get it. As extensively traveled as she was, Yin always found her way back to Kirigakure for their scrumptious cuisine.

The only problem with Kirigakure was its name to fame for hunter nin. Back in the day they'd been a rather brutal and troublesome bunch to run into. They liked to ruin her good times. It was like being criminally trespassed, which was technically correct in her case. They liked to pop up and chase her away and Yin would always go just to avoid a blood bath. That'd just ruin her good mood!

"~" Yin munched happily and inhaled the squid, carelessly throwing the stick when she was done. She took a long gulp of the sake and released a deep breath. "It's kind of crowded," She grumbled to herself. "Maybe time to find some solitude."

That meant getting out of the city. Yin made her way toward the beach. It'd be nice to feel the sand between her toes and take in the cool, fresh air. She could finish the sake and be as loud as she pleased. Maybe she'd take a nap there. There were just so many possibilities.

The one possibility she didn't foresee was someone already being in the spot she'd chosen. Yin stopped. There was something sort of familiar about the guy sitting up ahead, though she only saw his back. It was the hair. Definitely the hair. Yin narrowed her eyes and shaded her eyes with her hand to get a better look. Her mind ticked away at where she'd seen such enormous, unkempt hair in her lifetime. Then it hit her. Could it be?

"AH! ZAIZEN-KUN!" Yin shouted, waving and running toward him with every intention to tackle him into an embrace. "Ahhhh! It's been so long! Heeeeey!""

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"Y'know, I think I stopped caring a long, long time ago kid."

Of course, Zaizen heard her coming.

He almost didn't recognize the sound of her footsteps. It wasn't immediately familiar at all. The sound of her voice, the scent of a freshly eaten squid? Maybe even the hint of sake. It was all so very different. But he didn't move, not until she got too close for comfort.

His body remained still but he arm shot outwards. In a flash, his fingers were already curled around the handle of his katana, Tatsu. He held it at arm's length, he held her at the end of his sword's blade, however, he had neglected taking off the sheath. The blunt end would hopefully just stab into her stomach, preventing her from making any further advances toward him. He didn't look to her, his eyes remained closed as he breathed out a heavy sigh.

The voice was older. So was the body. But the personality, the chakra presence, it was all so different. She spoke like she recognized him, like they really had been close friends. That was either a lie or he had remembered her wrong. He was pretty sure it wasn't the latter.

Zaizen breathed out again. Setting down his sheathed blade in no warning, his shoulders fell in a half surrender. He sensed no apparent killing intent, but he was not inviting her over for an apparent bear hug. If she did come any closer, he wouldn't hesitate actually drawing the blade next time around.

“I don't remember you being so loud.” He said his words casually, calmly, as if running into the woman who had burned down his home twice was the most natural kind of thing in the world. With his free hand, he ran his fingers through unkempt dark hair. The dark red haori he wore sloppily laid on his shoulders. He still didn't look to her, then covering his mouth in another yawn.

“Guess adolescence hit you like a wild fire. If you did remember me correctly, you'd know we weren't friends.”

Sure teammates, but friends? Not really. Never really. And if they had been, he had cut off his ties to the Shinobi world long ago, and so did she. Isn't that why she had left? Isn't that why he had left? He wanted to leave it at that, pretend like such an encounter had never actually happened. The girl was trouble and he didn't like dealing with things that required so much effort. Something in his mind told him to face his past, like a saying his old Master would have said. Something like that or else the past would haunt him in his dreams. For all Zaizen knew, if he drank enough sake, he had a lot of dreamless sleep.

Eventually, he did open his eyes, turning to look at the raven haired woman. His face held a rather tired expression, but nothing that showed any other readable emotions. “Never thought I'd see you again.” His casual and indifferent tone wasn't like an 'old friend’ talking to another, but an odd acquaintance meeting someone again they'd only seen once before.

“Didn't think I wanted to, Yin.”

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