It turns out that my temporary (because I know it will be; it always is) soulmate is neither Hyuuga nor graveyard-goer.
She is a teacher, in fact, on her way home from visiting a student at the Hyuuga compound.
I discover this easily by pretending to mistake her for someone else and simply striking up a conversation from there. Perhaps the idea is somewhat unimaginative but it works well enough to learn the basics about this woman some five years my senior.
Her name is Mazui and her family is a tiny clan of metalworkers, hailing from Kumogakure. She was born here in Konoha and has never once seen the mountains of her supposed ancestral lands, but she wishes to. Her nails are chipped blue and she doesn't wear a bit of makeup and, though she is reserved at first, she smiles freely after only twenty minutes of talking with me.
As we part ways after I have walked with her along a winding, looping path back to the marketplace, something eases in my chest and I can breathe just a little bit easier.