In her world, there were very few people she could look up to.
Every ninja knew that they could trust and believe in their kage
and it was her thought that if you couldn't trust in your leader,
you couldn't trust in anyone.
She dug her toes into the soft earth as she tilted her head back, letting the sun kiss her dark bronze skin. The warmth was something she loved, so naturally she absolutely hated being in the cold. So on a day like today, where the clouds were few and lazily drifted by, she found herself sitting on the park bench. Toes dug into the dirt and hands slowly sewing together the holes her clothes had received in her last mission.
The female was very quiet, and because of that was mistaken for being shy most of the times. Her pink painted lips were set in a soft smile and rarely moved even in the midst of a battle that small smile would watch out at you. It wasn't that she was shy really she just didn't have much to say. Besides her darker skin tone there were two things off about the woman, the first were her eyes; pure white orbs watched the world in silence, behind thick, heavy lashes and pale blue lids. Someone had once called them unnerving, the way that she could be staring straight at you, or off to the side, and you would never know. Some had mistaken her pure hues for the ivory ones of the Hyuuga's, claiming that she was indeed one of their clan.
The second oddity was a bit more noticeable then her hidden hues seeing as it was the mass of bright blue hair flowing from her head. Almost the color of the afternoon sky her bright hair cascaded thickly around her face and down her back, stopping midway. It was the major key to tell others that she was not a Hyuuga, unlike their dark hair, her's was just too bright. Her dark skin did no justice next to her light hair, the brightly colored locks looked even more vibrant, and her skin more bronze.
She brought her attention down as she looked at her hands. She had been born with such soft ivory skin, but years of the sun toasting her skin had darkened her up. She just couldn't understand why it was only her. A lot of the other nins spent the same time in the sun or even more, and yet they weren't dark at all. She let a sigh pass her lips as she turned the shirt over inspecting her work. She nodded her head in approval before setting the white shirt into her bag, pulling out an orange pair of pants, and starting her work on those.
The soft breeze brought her dress up just the slightest revealing more of her toned legs. It wasn't typical for her to wear the frivolous thing she was today but the pastel pink sundress was airy and useful for a day off. She wiggled her feet letting the dirt shift and cool her toes again before she continued with her sewing. Steel gray spandex shorts that stopped near her knee and a large over sized white shirt hung off her shoulders allowing the wraps around her chest to show only slightly, that was her normal attire. She wore no shoes, and while some called her stupid but she felt like she could move easier and more efficiently with no shoes. It really was a different direction from the dress she wore, with the large pink bow sitting on the back waistline.
"Fuyuurei-san?" She felt her cheeks light up softly as the woman called her name. She had been cursed with terrible parents, her father passed away in the war just before she was born, and her mother left when she was 5. Her mother had named her something else, once upon a time, but when she was born her mother continued to call her Fuyuurei. Her strange looks had startled her mother into calling her a 'wandering ghost', and because that was all she called the child she couldn't remember her real name.
"Fuyuurei-san? I'm not interrupting anything am I?" The female blinked a few her green hues a few times waving her hand in front of the girls glass eyes. "O-Oh Sakura-chan! I'm sorry, I was lost in thought." She hummed softly to herself as she moved her things from the bench besides her, granting the female the ability to sit down. The pinkette did just that as she lowered herself a smile plastered on her lips. "Ya know Fuyu-san, I don't think I've ever seen you in pink. It really does look good on you, you should wear it more often." Then the girl was off, rambling about how she had plenty of pink the female could borrow and how it went surprisingly well with her hair and how she never would have guessed it would have. She turned her attention back towards the pants she was sewing, he really knew how to make a mess out of things.
She felt the female's hand rest on her shoulder and she turned her attention towards her. The worry in Sakura's eyes almost comforting to the blue haired woman, it showed that the pinkette really was her friend. She nodded her head before she turned her attention away placing the patched pants in the bag throwing her needle in as well. "Sakura-chan...I've known you for a long time." The female nodded cutting in before the blue female could finish, "of course Fuyu, I've known you for as long as I can remember!" The bluette shifted uncomfortably.
Fuyuurei held the appearance of the typical 16 year old girl, her body ever aging and yet not at the same time. She knew she wasn't immortal that was just stupid, yet at the same time there was always the flicker in the back of her mind. The thought that maybe she really was a ghost. She shook her head, the cloud of blue swarming her face before settling in it's curled manor once again. She was 20, quite a bit older then the pinkette next to her, yet the pinkette swore her friend was the same age. Fuyuurei never fought it, it was easier to play off that she was 16 then to say her true age, and have people asking her if she knew the Uchiha traitor.
She flinched at her own words, it wasn't the name that scared her, more the fact that she knew he wasn't a traitor. She had been his shadow, allowed to tag behind the male as much as she wanted. She twisted her head away from the rambling female, she had entered a story bound to last a few minutes so she escaped the second she could.