Mazami had been given a day off by her team captain. She was in team 5 along with
Lamane and Fikkaru.
Being bored out of her mind, Mazami decided to go to Lamane's house to ask if she wanted to spar with her. Lamane's house was now only a few blocks off when she ran into Fikkaru.

"Oh, hey Mazami! What a coincidence that I bumped into you, I was just looking for you," he smiled.
"Oh, what is it?" Mazami turned towards him.

Mazami's long knee-length coal black hair flowed with the movement. Fikkaru's heart jumped in his chest. She's so beautiful . . .
Mazami blinked her light blue eyes. What's up with him? Why's he staring at her like that? She waved her hand in front of his face, "Um, hellooo? Anyone in there?"
He laughed nervously, "Ha ha, yeah. I'm just dandy!"
"So what is it you were looking for me for?"
"Oh, yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to do something with me. I'm pretty bored."
Mazami smiled, "Oh, that's just perfect! I was just going to Lamane's house to ask her if she wanted to spar with me. Wanna come?" She tilted her head slightly, but the movement was enough for Fikkaru to catch his breath.
"Um, sure."
"Alrighty then, lets go." Mazami started walking towards Lamane's house again, now with Fikkaru in tow.

Once at Lamane's house Mazami knocked on the door. Lamane stepped out, her kitten on her head.
"Hey guys! What's up?"
Mazami gestured to Fikkaru and herself, "We were just wondering if you wanted to spar with us? We're both bored out of our brains."
Lamane put her kitten down, "Okay, let me just get my equipment." Lamane went back inside then came back out with a belt full of tricks.
"Okay let's go."
Once at the training grounds they stood in a circle, far apart.
I readied my hands, "Ready," Mazami yelled.
"Set," Fikkaru yelled.
"Go," Lamane, Fikkaru and Mazami screamed in perfect sync.
Shuriken were shot left and right, but all were aimed at Mazami. They must of figured out they can't beat her so now they're ganging up her XD.
But Mazami did her bloodline jutsu and stopped all the shuriken in midair. She did few hand signs to launch them back at her attackers.
Both Lamane and Fikkaru dodged them, but being controled by Mazami's chakra and all they just got right back on their targets' trails.
An "umff" came from Lamane' direction. Nailed her! Literally, Lamane was pinned down to a tree by her own shurikens.
Fikkaru had managed to tangle the shurikens in his web of strings. His own personal jutsu.
Mazami did another hand sign and a tattoo in the form of an artistic blade came to life on her arm. Now it's just the two of them facing off.
Mazami shot herself at him, blade cutting through the web and freeing Fikkaru's possesed knives. She threw her whole self at him, the strength to much for him to hold off with a mere kunai.
Fikkaru quickly lost his grip and the kunai slipped from his hand. The now freed shuriken shot at him, giving him cuts.
Mazami stopped all the shuriken and left them hanging threateningly all around Fikkaru. Her tattoo blade brushing against his neck.
Fikkaru raised his hands, "Okay, I surrender. You win. Again."
Lamane cried from the tree, "Hey can I get some help over here! I'd like to get down!"
Mazami's blade dissolved back into the tattoo on her arm and she laughed into Fikkaru's chest. He laughed right along with her.
Mazami allowed all the shuriken to drop to the ground, including the ones pinning Lamane down.

Fikkaru and Lamane lived in the same area, the one in the complete opposite direction of Mazami, so she walked home alone.
The sun was setting by now, and it was truly a beautiful one; one meant to stop and admire.
Mazami stopped on the road and took off to the trees. She jumped higher and higher until she felt she had found the perfect branch to lay on and watch the sunset.
The peaceful forest, the smell of pine, the beautiful sunset . . . it was all so nostalic.
It made her lids heavy, and boy did she want to sleep. You see, one of Mazami's mottos is "Dreams are the best part of the day." So, therefore, she loved sleeping.
Mazami allowed her eyes to close and drift off to a utopia of dreams.

Something poked Mazami's head. She grumbled and rolled over. Wrong choice.
She ended up rolling off the tree branch she had been sleeping on and flying towards the ground.
She could see the ground coming closer in slow motion.
Then a wind flew past and grabbed Mazami along with it, saving her from the skull breaking fall.
Mazami blinked. She was now planted on the secure ground. She rubbed her tired eyes and looked up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wind of her savior.

"Shikamaru! You saved me," she said as she saw his familiar face.
Shikamaru scatched his head. "Yeah, well, it would of been troublesome for you to die. Besides, it's partially my fault you fell."
Mazami blinked. "What? Why?"
"Well, I was passing through when I saw you unconscious. I thought you were dead or something. So I poked you, then you groaning and rolled off the branch," he shrugged.
"Oh, wow, thanks a lot," Mazami got to her feet.
Shikamaru slumped his shoulders, to much effort, most likely. "So what were you doing out her anyways?"
Mazami put her fingers through her hair, "Oh, I was just watching the sunset when I fell asleep. Hey, why are you out here?"
Shikamaru yawned. "Same reason as you. Except I actually I woke up."
Mazami also yawned. "Well, I think it's time fors both to go home. We're both yawning."
He touched the nape of his neck, "Yeah, you're right. Well, see ya later."
Mazami smiled and nodded. "Yeah, see you later."
She leapt off before Shikamaru even moved a muscle.
Shikamaru scratched his head again. That girl Mazami really is something . . .

It had been a long day for group 5. They had been worked to the point of exhaustion.
Fikkaru, Lamane, and Aya-sensai had gone home already, but Mazami wanted to stay behind and watch the sunset again, only this time on the hills.
--And this time she'll be sure to wake-up.
The sky was still mostly blue with a few tips of yellow sprouting out. She figured out when she was younger that if you watched the clouds intently for a long period of time you could see them move to another area of the atmosphere.
It was really quite calming to watch. Just the clouds alone were soothing with their milky color and silkiness that you could almost feel even from the ground.
Mazami reached out towards the sky, daydreaming her touching it, and shaping it.
The sky was mesmerizing. She could feel herself loosing focus, her grip on reality slipping . . . falling away . . .
Gone.

Mazami's mother patted her arm, "Wake-up sweetie, it's time for breakfast already."
She rubbed her eyes of the sleep still lurking there. "Wha? Did I sleep here all night again?"
Her mother smiled, "Yes you did. You really need to pay attention to when you get tired. It's quite troublesome for me to have to come up here every morning to wake you up and bring you home.
Mazami got up, wobbling. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I guess I'm just really addicted to dreams."
"Oh, and sweetie, you might want to fix up yourself. You look quite a mess," her mother took a mirror out of her purse and handed it to Mazami.
Her mother was right. She looked a vampire just waking up to the blazing rays burning their hair out. She looked--

. . . covered in blood.
Blood! Blood! BLOOD! "No, NO! No . . ." Mazami screamed. Not again . . . This isn't supposed to be reality!
Mazami gasped for this film of a nightmare to release her. It's hold was tight.
This was no nightmare.
This was reality.
This was her past.
The one she tried so desperately to run from! Now it's back to get her . . .
A female voice like a sharp knife strained Mazami's ears, "We'll get you one day. You just bid your time trying to run. There is no running from reality; from the past."
Mazami's mother exploded to become a waterfall of blood. It pooled onto her and seeped deep into her skin.
She stared at it in horror. The blood had stained her. Permanently.
She had to get the blood off!
Mazami desperately rubbed, scratched, and scraped off the blood, drop by drop.
Something cool touched her forehead. A voice, soothing as the clouds that had led her to this damned reality. It was calling to her.
Mazami should probably answer it.

Mazami shot up-right.
"Whoa! Don't do that, you scared the hell out of me!"
She blinked. What is this? A dream? A nightmare? Reality? She glanced up at the voice that brought her back to life.
The face brought her warmth somehow, just by looking at it. "Shikamaru . . . ?"
He smiled, "Yeah." Mazami felt her head. She had a massive headache all of a sudden.
Shikamaru watched her every move, not bothering to hide his concern. "So what were you screaming 'blood' for anyhow?"
Blood? Mazami was screaming that? Why? Her dream maybe? But she can't remember a thing about her dream . . . "I. . . I don't know."
He patted her head. "Hey, no need to rack your brain for it now. Just take it easy. You're sweating and pale, I think you should go home."
Mazami rubbed her temples. "Yeah . . . I think you're right." She wobbled up, swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane.
Shikamaru grabbed her waist. "Well, maybe I should take you home. You don't seem stable . . . " he looked me over again. "Literally."
Mazami smiled up at him, "Thanks, I appreciate it."
He turned his head to hide his now red face and mumbled to himself, "How troublesome."
Mazami giggled at him. He can be so funny at times, even when he's not trying to be.