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Nayami could feel her skin crawl as every nerve within her body seemed to twist. Her fingers curled tightly into her hand as she pressed her nails roughly into her palm, the delicate flesh soon breaking as blood began to seep down her wrists. “What…don’t you understand…” The storm Kage’s voice seemed to be rugged, as if her entire body was shaking.

“I don’t need you…or anyone else telling me what to do. I’ll do what I want when I want, and I’ll feel how I want to be felt.” Nayami was currently in a stage of compressed anger, which seemed to reflect on her figure as a steady flow of crimson trickled down from all parts of her body.

“Ryu.”

She stopped her first sentence at his name, allowing her cold tone to completely devour it before she continued on. “I swear, I will make you suffer if you continue to badger me like this. I will end your life right here and right now. I don’t care who you are, or what your status is, I will spill your blood all over this god damn forest if I hear you try to preach me like some holy saint who thinks he knows all.” Her voice had now left the state of anger, the cold quality of her accent carried within it a strong sense of warning to the young Kage, her words practically screaming at him to leave or face her infuriated wrath.

Keeping her back turned to him this entire time, Nayami feet finally lifted as she once again began to walk into the depths of the forest, knowing it would be a sudden death wish if he did in fact follow her for a seventh time, her patience finally snapping at the persistence of the young Kage.

Michio sat crouching atop an elevated branch or a tree like a raven taken upon it's roost. Silently motionless, he waited, leaving Nayami and Ryu to their business until he saw fit to step in. Nayami's frustration, her anger, the seething hatred in her voice intrigued Michio to say the least. It was provocative to him, the deep seeded fury.

His face entirely concealed by the spiraling sheen of the black mask, Michio played the silent observer. Despite the covering of his face, it could still be felt, the expression on his face. The sadistic smirk and the steely gaze, piercing deeper than any conventional weapon, even able to cut deeply into the two of them despite it's concealment. The mocking look that burnt deeply from behind the black, residing in Michio's eyes, an eternal flame that would not be extinguished.

Feeling the moment was appropriate, Michio descended from the branch, landing a few steps behind Ryu, facing toward Nayami, arms crossed over his chest. He stood a second in silence before letting his enterance be known. "My Kage, may I escort you to somewhere more deserving of your presence?" Michio's voice was a poignant tone, hinting at her complete lack of interest in the other man.

Michio took a few steps forward, coming to stand in front of Nayami, the blank facade of the mask giving a strange feel to his body language. "Well I do hope that I am not becoming predictable, my Kage." Michio's tone portrayed a kind of sarcastic humor that seemed unusual for him.

His body seemed to loom upward, as if he were only the extension of a shadow. The faintest glimpse of the man gave a feeling of impending misfortune, an imposing figure to say the least. Though, at this moment, his silence and the way that the spiraling black mask tilted down slightly as if looking straight to the woman before it gave it a kind of alien sincerity.

"Let me take you somewhere, my Kage, so you may regain your strength." Michio's proper speach retained the same cold, harsh tone of voice that never seemed to change. This strange man, this evil creature of a man that would kill on a whim without remorse, seemed to be showing even the slightest bit of affection or care for another being, a truly stunning display for those that knew his true nature.

It wasn’t long before Nayami had finally given in to Michio, her head slightly tilting up as her eyes fell upon his mask. She didn’t know what she was expecting from him, and the blankness of the disguise only caused her to grow curious, wanting to be able to read his expressions. Reaching out with one of her hands, she gently took a hold of Michio’s shirt, holding the fabric softly in her grasp as she leaned forward, pressing her cheek up against his chest.

“Go ahead, lead me.” Nayami whispered as she continued to keep her face rested against his toned figure, she just wanted to be able to feel the warmth of his body, she craved to have someone close to her to take away that undying pain that plagued at her heart.

Nayami’s hand seemed to slip ever so slowly free from Michio’s attire, her fingers gently uncurling as she allowed the soft material of his shirt to slip free from her touch. She knew it was true, every word that his warm breath carried was correct; the storm Kage was currently showing a huge weakness in front of both the males.

Her mood currently took a dive for the worse as she remained standing in what seemed to be a mild case of shock, her anger diminishing as a strong wave of frustration crashed throughout her entire body. She knew, deep within her heart that she had developed feelings for Michio, emotions she had denied for the longest time trying to convince herself he was only for, ‘pleasure’ or ‘work’ purposes. Disgusted in herself she slowly twisted on her heel, her body shifting forward as she turned to face the man who now stood in front of her.

“It’s….fine.” She muttered, a little disappointed in having to put an end to her and Michio’s alone time together, knowing it was a bit rare to ever see them perfectly alone nowadays without having someone else by their side, or without either of them being interrupted by important duties or missions.

“You don’t…have to apologize, it's my fault for putting you in this type of situation.” Nayami was surprised over how easily Ikari could tell how she felt about Michio, she never thought she made her feelings obvious, but then again, her actions in someone else’s eyes could be perceived entirely different from her own.

“Perhaps…another time Michio…when I was unconscious a lot of paperwork seemed to pile up, and as a Kage it is my duty to see those get finished.” It was a weak excuse, but one that would give her enough time to try and hide her feelings of embarrassment. She knew she wasn’t supposed to take interest in her fellow shinobi, nor have feelings for anybody, but lately since the death of Arashi, Nayami wasn’t able to think straight, her feelings all jumbled as she tried to think up an excuse for her current emotions.

Nayami was not one to throw a hissy fit if things didn’t go her way, she’d either try to think of way out of the situation or throw down the white flag. In this case she took the honor of admitting defeat, her head slightly rolling to one side as she allowed a soft sigh to escape through her parted lips.

“Of course, I understand the weaknesses I possess in my still slightly damaged state.” Nayami allowed her ice colored orbs to land on Michio for one last time before she once again brought her attention to the man in front of her.

“Let’s go then.” She said simply before the pads of her feet gently lifted up from the soft grass below. The storm Kage now had a new situation in her hands, the fact that Hageshii could see right through her little act and pick up on her feelings for the other shinobi. She was planning on having a nice little private chat with him about that, wanting to discuss certain things and aspects with him since he was so able to see straight through her.

“Can…everyone see that…have I grown too soft?” Nayami asked herself as she continued to walk ahead in silence knowing for a fact it would only take a few seconds for her faithful companion to be once again by her side.

A soft smiled seemed to spread along Nayami’s lips as she pushed the door open, allowing him to step in before herself. She bathed Hageshii in silence as she slowly closed the heavy door behind the both of them, the wood making a slight creaking noise as it grinded along its hinges.

“No, I don’t believe your being too harsh.” She finally replied, putting an end to the awkward silence that seemed to surface in their conversation. Gradually walking over to the spiral staircase that led to the second level, Nayami seemed to flop herself down on about the third step away from the bottom. Placing both of her elbows on top of her thighs she leaned a bit forward, soon slipping her fingers in-between one another as she rested her chin on top of her intertwined hands.

“Is it obvious?” She asked simply, her bright eyes soon falling upon his figure.

“Can you really see what I desire?”

Slowly, but surely, Nayami’s keen blue orbs finally strayed to his face, her gaze soon burning into his decorative mask as she awaited his answer.

It wasn’t that Nayami was mad, not in the least bit, her anger had crumbled apart for some time now, and currently she was lost in a state of interest, Nayami’s moods changing as quickly as the wind.