Haruko stood alone in the mist surrounding the village. It would be the perfect place to stay for a while, with plenty of places to hide, and plenty of other missing-nin to distract any ANBU members, should they come searching for her.
She took out her hair pins, letting her long black sheet of hair fall to her waist. Haruko was looking for a purpose; for something to live for. A reason. She was looking for someone to work for, or with, because she needed the money. With swift movements she drew out a kunai knife, readying herself for any attack, and entered the village.
As she paced, she remembered the words of an old friend of hers….
‘You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.’ Her mother had told her that, long ago, and Haruko found herself soundlessly wondering if anyone would ever see her imperfect personality perfectly. It was not love for herself that she wanted, although she wouldn’t mind, but more of a love for the world that she wanted to find. Haruko wasn’t a fool though, and she knew just what sort of dangers this world held….
She did not find the silence surrounding her at all eerie, but instead comforting. ‘The silence is nothing to fear,’ she whispered to herself. ‘Noise, however, can be the enemy.’
