Chapter Four
Location: Ship to The Land of Water
Ocean breeze brushes across her skin, glittering in the sunlight like sparkles. Her long black and gold streaked hair lashes behind her like ribbins dancing through the wind. A smile spreads across her lips and she tilts her head back, enjoying the cold rush of wind and the everlasting smell of salt water.
Home didn't have this kind of feeling in the summer. Home didn't have an endless ocean or the smell of salt. Home had heat and silence. But here, there is no silsnce. There is only freedom. She loved it. She loved the cold breeze, she loved the smell, but more than anything she loved the blissful slice of freedom she felt.
Gracefully, she pounces up onto the railing under her hands, letting her entire body take the winds lashing. Her clothes flutter behind her, followign the rythem of her hair. She slips her eyes close, picturing a endless meadow, with vallies of pure green grass, and mountian tops sticking out in the background covered in bautiful snow. More importantly the sun; Vibrant and warm, peering through tree branches with little golden streaks.
"Quite a free sprited kunoichi, aint ya!" A smooth voice calls over the wind's roar.
Her eyes flash open and she whips her head around in surprise. A young man stands just a few feet behind her, hands shoved in his jean pockets. His long green hair lashes behind him like long blades of grass swaying to the winds melody. His emerald eyes peer toward her with a light touch of amusement lurking in their gleam.
Amaya's face heats in embarassment. She slips her legs forward, taking a seat on the railing instead of crouching on it. She looks back toward the endless waves ahead of the ship. "I haven't been this far out of the country before. I guess i got a little excited!" she calls back to the handsome stranger.
A chuckle comes from right beside her and she looks over in alarm. The young man stands beside her, his feet perfectly balanced on top of the railing. "You must be from pretty far outland, huh?" he asks.
She nods slightly, looking back down to his feet. As she takes a closer look at the soles of his boots she finds the faint glow of green chakra.
A shinobi. She deems, looking up at the young man curiously. He certiantly didn't dress like a shinobi. If anything he looked like noble blood, someone of importance. Someone she should avoid.
With a uneasy and forced smile she spins around, dropping from the railing. Her feet hit the deck. "Well, it was nice speaking with you, but i have to gather my things." She quickly walks toward the stair case peeking out from the top side of the deck.
"Then you must be going to The Land of Water," the shinobi calls from just a few feet behind her.
Her throat tightens and she quickens her pace. "Look no offense but i'd prefer not to involve myself with people like you," she states, glancing over her shoulder toward the persistant shinobi. He raises an eye brow in question.
Amaya glances down to his white suit then back to his eyes. Relization seems to hit him at just that moment and a smirk finds it's way across his lips. "Why is that?" he asks, following her down the stairs.
A flair of annoyance pulses through her and she tightens her hands into fists. "I just prefer to keep my distance when it comes to nobility. Expecially shinobi that fall into that classification."
"Are you a criminal?" He suddenly asks.
Amaya tenses, her gaze narrowing ahead of her. "No," she lies through clinched teeth.
The shinobi snickers behind her and she darts him a glare. thats when she notices the sly smirk across the boy's lips. He turns his head away, but his gaze slides toward her from the corner of his eyes. "Don't worry. your secret is safe with me." he states.
Amaya's eyes widen just the slightest then without a second thought she turns on her heels and she marches on toward her room, needing safety.