Itari Yazukage silently stood with her back against the broad trunk of a large oak tree, her dark brown eyes gazing up at the blue sky as she thought. Her dark brown hair fell to her waist, and gently swayed in the cool breeze. She wore black cargo style pants, a black t-shirt, and a red hooded vest over that. At her belt were several kunai, and her weapon pack of basic ninja weapons that contained other weapons and more kunai. At her back was the sheathed sword of her clan, the blade black with a bloody red streak running from the tip to the pommel.
Kira with her young cat Meso stood there looking at Itari. Kiras black hair in pigtails on the back of her head. The clothes she wore swaying in the wind. Her red shirt with her black clan mark on back and her black pants right above her red ninja shoes. With her headband over her left eye so that it would not reveal the mystery's behind it. As her pouch with her kunai and shuriken hang to the side of her. Meso on Kiras right shoulder with her black fur and red-flame colored clan mark on her back, same as Kiras. They both just stood there, not moving nor speaking just waiting for Itari to say even one single word.
Itari shot Kira and Meso a look. "What do they want?" Itari thought, looking back up at the sky. She liked to be alone, as independence was in her nature. The blood of the Shadow Demon ran through the veins of her clan, but few knew of these bloodlines.
Kira and Meso took a step towards Itari but then she gave them a look that sent shivers down the spine. Kira, usually to herself, was concerned about her once close friend. Itari was a member of the shadow demon clan, of coarse, and Kira could understand somewhat. Kira and Meso were two of the few left of their clan.
Itari was thinking about her brother Takaru, the day he had left her clan when she was 5 years old, and returned 2 years later to practically wipe out the Yazukage clan. He was a full 8 years older than Itari was.
