Early afternoon with the birds chirping, waves crashing on the rocks below, a gently cool breeze that carried the scent of the sea; it was such a calm day that relaxed the soul and helped one forget all the troubles in life. It was the morning after a terrible sea storm, but now the skies were clear. The ground was still mud from all the heavy rain, but the earthy scent made you forget the fact that mud is coating your shoes. Children ran along the pier, anglers were pulling away from the docks, and one larger ship was being pack for its journey across the sea.

One brunette yawn loudly, stretching his arms, enjoying the breeze that hit him once his jacket had been tossed onto the pier. "Man, 'cause of that storm I couldn't sleep. And sure sucks that today we gotta go; today's a perfect day for a day off."

"Shut up, we'll be on a boat." A blonde barked a few meters away, sitting on a crate, and checking at a wound on her arm.

"What bit you in the ass?" Kiba asked, only half turning to look at the girl. Though his attention was caught by another as one girl down the pier stripped out of her kimono so she was in swimwear – a diver.

"Mind your own." The blonde muttered before storming off, not before sending daggers at the man she called a friend. She heard his mutter something to his dog, but only scoffed, knowing many things he could've just said. She walked toward the ship that was being loaded, her bangs constantly shifting with the wind and her flimsy kimono only aggravated her more. Two kids ran by, nearly knocking her down if she didn't move at the last second. "Don't drown!" She yelled at them still walking but with her head looking over her shoulder. Since she didn't pay attention she did bump into one of the ships crewmen, only earning a nasty growl when the crate he had came tumbling down and apples rolled about.

Misora sighed and ran her fingers through her short hair as she walked away. 'Get your head straight, idiot. There's nothing to be worried about.' A yell came from down the pier when one of the two kids from earlier slipped into the cold water, and didn't know how to swim. Only hearing what sounded like 'help' and some name, Misora ran over.

She froze when the kid was splashing about, trying to swim and reach for his friends hand, but they were seven at the most, and still short little fella's. "The hell 'Sora?" Kiba yelled as he dropped to his knees by the one kid who was on the pier, and reached for the other. He pulled him up and patted his back to help him get the water out of his lungs as Misora finally began to focus again. Kiba was yelling at her, people were looking over, and Naruto had finally joined them, completely unaware of the situation and grinning like a fool. "-What's the matter with you?" was the last thing they all heard from Kiba before the silence fell over there.

Misora's hair covered her eyes; otherwise, Kiba would've seen the fear and shock in them right before she vanished in a cloud of smoke.

Kiba growled as he stood up to storm down the pier, on a hunt to find that blonde.

Naruto was left alone, dumbfound and clueless about it all.

Misora was on in the town, about a mile from the docks and the sea. The town they were in was on top of a hill so the waves couldn't reach their homes or streets during brutal storms. The blonde was at the path that led directly downhill to the docks and just stared at the ship she would be on some point today. It wouldn't be long until her and her team would be aboard, staring at the horizon, surrounded by nothing but blue.

She estimated her time before the ship would set sail. About half an hour or so and things should be back on track and everybody could start enjoying the beautiful day. There was a shop Misora had passed yesterday with Kiba and Naruto when they first arrived, the day they were supposed to set sail. The day was humid and dark, thunder echoed yet no rained poured, the wind was strong – it was obvious a storm was to come. People were already closing up shops to head home, fully aware of what was to come, though one stayed open and the scent of grilled fished lingered in the streets before the wind took it away.

The girl had found it again, though this time the place was alive unlike the last time she looked it. People were eating and laughing, waitresses were tending to the filled tables, and cooks were going wild.

"Welcome!" One waitress called as she placed plates of food in front of men who looked to be like a construction crew, "I'll be with you in a minute!"

Misora took that as an answer to whether she should go in or not and have some grub. There was one empty table along the wall so she called it her own. Menus were on the table so she skimmed through it, looking for some dumplings. To her delight, dangos were on the list, along with all sorts of meaty servings.

Though when she looked in her wallet, limitations were put on her delight.

When the perky waitress came over, Misora went with the top three she could afford – dumplings, _, and green tea. She still had to wait for the meal, but had tea to hold her over and that was good enough for her. She had finally calm down and got her thoughts in order and began cursing to herself about how noisy one restaurant could be so early in the day. As her eyes looked at all the faces, her thoughts began to change. This was a village with not a single Shinobi.

They dealt with the crimes in the town on their own, but there was little of that. This was just a peaceful town, thriving off the sea the lived by, and completely unaware of the life of a ninja. Of course, they knew one when they saw one, after all, they turned their heads, trying to see the difference between them and the Shinobi.

In the restaurants, the construction workers glanced at Misora from time to time, wondering how such a slim girl could have strength – these men had muscle, they were probably sailors as well, it made no sense to them.

Misora turned her head from them and played with her cup, dragging her finger along the rim, and frowning at how hot it was. Boredom was taking over and she thought of her home – two people coming to mind. 'I should carry a book around more, like Kakashi-sensei and Sai do. I can also whack people with it.' She smiled to herself. An image of Naruto smacking Sai with his own book flashed through her mind, causing the girl to chuckle. She wouldn't admit to it, but they sure made her smile.

But her smile fell just as quickly as it showed, she still had a problem on her hands. Her order was placed in front of her, and she said her thanks, but it finally it her – she had no appetite. Misora just stared at the food, cursing herself for troubling people to make it when it may just go to waste.

Kiba was storming through the streets, looking for Misora's scent as Akamaru did the same by his masters side. It wasn't just today that Misora was screwing up. For the past three days, she'd space out, get lost, react late in a fight – hell, she nearly lost her arm the other day. Never before had she been like this, she was always on guard and move at the last second when being attacked, but she'd never be hit; it's just who she was. Yet a kid is drowning and she just stares.

Along with her distant mind, she had been hostile to both Naruto and Kiba. Snapping at them for no reason, ignoring them and wandering off on her own – things weren't right. Misora wasn't this kind of bitch, not even on her period.

And Kiba was determined to put her in her place.