Dancing in the Rain

Dairin sat, calmly staring at the roof above her temporary bed. Soon she would be leaving; she had long since had this feeling of being watched, from the very moment she stepped foot in this village.

Had she still been clueless as to who lived here she would've felt nervous, paranoid even. Yet again, thanks to Neko-chan, she has some memories. Ones she is glad she is able to keep. It allowed her to find her way home. Even if only for the past three weeks.

And here she was, still putting off leaving. Expenses were piling up and she wasn't quite happy about that; Uncle Kuzu had really rubbed off on her.

With a rumbling stomach, and a hunger for sweets, she rolled off her bed and packed up. After dinner she had to leave, she'd put it off long enough. Although this was home, and she dreaded the thought of goodbye. It had to be done, it would only hurt her in the end.

Making slow and languid movements, as if it would significantly lengthen her time here in this dingy old hotel. She glided on her way to the shower, the metallic smell of the small village lingering on her skin.

Basking in the heat of the shower she sluggishly smoothed her delicate skin over with mango scented body wash. Humming in content she rinsed off and grabs her melon scented conditioner, she had shampooed last night.

She wrapped herself in a fluffy green towel with lavender butterflies, relishing in the slid of such a soft material against her newly cleaned skin. She had bought it on her first day here when she was buying replacements of her lotions. Rubbing the cucumber scented lotion into her skin, she glanced at her tattoo. Memories with her big brother Kai, and her best and first friend Gaara, flashed through her mind like lightning through dark storm clouds. All of this grooming she did on her own accord of course. Mikuko was sleeping, like always.

Opening her seal ridden bag she unsealed and put on a waterproof cloak, grey tight pants that stopped at her ankles and a knee length dark green sweater. She left her hair down, wet waves appearing black, making her chocolate brown eyes appear brighter in contrast to the shadows under her eyes.

"My skin seems paler under these grey clouds," Dairin mumbled as she wrestled on her dark brown boots. They were light weight and kept her feet warm in the cold rain. But, they mostly keep the water out, which is what she wanted them for in the first place.

Walking outside with her hood pulled up over her already wet hair, she sighed. "Never would've thought the rain would slow." A slight smile graced her face as she caught a flash of blue in her peripheral.

Briskly stepping into the crowd, she melted into a group of much taller adults. Silent in her step, every time she caught a slight glimpse of the trade mark Akatsuki cloak, she moved into a more discreet group of people.

She knew they knew she was here, just like she knew they kept losing her. Only for another member to find her. Turning into the alley that would lead her to her favorite restaurant, she bumped into what felt like wood.

Looking up, she saw what had been the face of no memories. The red haired man, Sasori.

"Hello, sorry for bumping into you like that sir. But excuse me." Dairin tried to move as he does. But again ends up in his way; they keep that up, for a good while. Seemingly dancing, as endless as the rain they gilde, short stop, and spin.

Then go their own ways, oblivious to the other's longing to stay. She felt a connection with the man. One she had longed for subconsciously.

Turning into the small and dingy restaurant. Opening her menu she hummed in content. "Should I get dessert first like Kai, or second like Mai?" Dairin's eyebrows furrowed as she ignored the presence before her.

"Dessert first it is," she closed the menu and ordered some sweet dumplings, rice, poached fish, and pork miso ramen in memory of her most recent friend. Naruto, the kid was too nice if you actually got to know him.

Dairin also happened to clean the hazard zone known as his apartment before she left Konoha actually. Took her forever it seemed, actually put her two hours past her time to leave. But as a goodbye to, probably, the best friend she could make in the Hidden Leaf, it was worth it.

The waitress sets her food down in front of her and takes her menu with a curious smile.

"What is a young girl like you doing here all alone, If I may ask?" Her eyebrows crease and concern shows clearly in her warm green eyes. "I got hungry, and I have no home." Dairin hated to lie to this woman at this moment, her head was filled with nostalgic memories. But at the moment, the only thing she could do was look sad and eat.

After a small gasp from the waitress, and a stern look from the restaurant owner, the nice lady had went back to work.

"You know mister," she looks up at Kakuzu slightly irritated with his staring. "You can sit down if you would like." Gesturing to the chair across from her. "It'll make your staring a lot more convenient."

Kakuzu grunts, sitting across from her with his usual glare. The quiet consumed them, not that either of them minded. "What did you mean by you have no home?" he asked as she finished the last of her ramen. "Simple, I Have no home, I ran away. They were getting in the way of my goals. When I reach them, maybe, I will go back. But as of now." She places the money and a tip on the table. "I am going back to my hotel." She nods and quickly disappears into a crowd, taking the long way to the village gates before slipping into a river to sim a farther distance than she could walk.

((A/N sorry for the crappy short chapter, i just need to update given i haven't done so in months.

With love, D_P-01))