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With a soft smirk Nayami gradually removed her feet from the desk, her back shifting slightly forward as she scooted herself in her chair closer to the desk. Resting her hands upon the edge of the furniture she seemed to drum the tips of her fingers along the wood.

“Well, you see Temaki…” The Arashikage started off slow as she kept her gaze settled within his blood red orbs. “I met Kira while I was alone after leaving my father’s village, our old village.” Reaching back with one of her hands she gently tucked a strand of her silky black hair behind one of her ears. “I…became lonely…it’s not easy being alone for your entire life and Kira was very nice to me.”

Her eyes gradually strayed away as the thought of Kira ran through her mind, “I just needed someone to talk to, since I didn’t have you anymore…” Nayami’s voice seemed to soften as she spoke about Temaki, her brilliant orbs finally breaking contact as she managed to strike a sensitive matter in her life.

He did like to see her smile, but something told him that this wasn't going to be a more pleasant smile for him. She even removed her feet from the desk and leaned back forward, it was as if this were more serious that he had thought. The slight drumming of her fingers sounded like some agonizing drum roll!

Then she spoke...he figured she had met him after she left the village. He tried to ignore the slight and possible sublte jab at his unwillingness to follow her when she left. But there it was, plain and simple... she had gotten lonely; still he wanted to know how 'nice' Kira had been. At the same time, he didn't want to know; the more he knew the worse off he was going to be.

So, he was a replacement... that was a good sign. There was rarely an adequate replacement for the original. He eyes drifted from the contact they ahd been holding. He hadn't noticed the drifting sooner because his own eyes had been clouded with thoughts and memories. He stared at her wondering if he dared to hope that she did indeed feel as he felt for her.

He was stuck at a cross roads now... did he read her as having feelings for him... or Kira? He took a quiet breath and tried his luck, "Well, there's no need to replace me anymore. I'll be here for you from now on." He'd let her take the words and take from them what ever meaning meant the most sense to her.

He felt a bit weird standing the entire time, casually he rested half of his butt upon her desk. It wasn't as comfy as a chair, but it took some weight off his legs. He's only recently realized how long it'd been since he really rested or gave his legs or feet a break. Taking the weight completely off his one foot, he could feel the ache and the throb as his blood pumped through it. Such a horrible feeling... but he kept a smile of sorts on his face.

As uncomfortable as his foot felt, her words seemed to dig a deeper gash. He could feel it, cutting into him with Kira's name first... then Michio, whoever that was. It was as if her words had found a tangible way to restrict his air and at the same time cut into his heart. If she wished it were so easy then what kept it from being so?

Still, he kept his smile.

He fought with the lump that threatened to close off his throat. What was he to do? At least...he was...in the running? He felt such a fool and quite the idiot. To expect such a magnificent woman to have resisted another man's wiles and charms...FOOL! he yelled inside his cranium. He wasn't really paying attention as the first gasp of air that truly found victory and passed the lump in his throat came out slightly like a chuckle.

I am Temaki Somatsu. he told himself as he looked at Nayami. Not at her stunning beauty, but the girl he knew and had fallen for and been unable to find his feet again. Nayami is my love. Nobody will stand between us. He put aside the knowledge of how his other foot would throb and swung his legs over the desk. He was facing her, on her side of the desk, practically straddling her lap. He refrained from finding a seat on her lap and settled for the desk.

"Nayami...come on." he said as a bit of his cockiness ebbed back in. "This is Temaki..." his smile was as pure as he could make it without acting. He softly took her hand in his own. "We've never known an easy life... but this will be an easy decision before long." he assured her as he brought her hand to his lips softly and kissed her soft skin. Allowing himself the one pleasure, he marveled ar how she did it...strong and powerful, and skin so soft...there were just secrets to being a female ninja that he feared he'd never understand.

He let his lips softly rest against the skin on her hand, looking at her for her reaction. In all honesty, he wasn't disappointed in the least. There was something in her eyes... familiar and yet different. There was the way she spoke and then her action. It was all familiar but again... different; it wasn't to say it didn't lead to promising and productively pleasant results.

Her touch was so scarce and yet he could feel it so keenly. It was almost as if her touch were pure pleasure and ecstasy as she brushed against him. It was a type of sensual touch that he'd never known she possessed, and yet again, he was pleasantly pleased. It wouldn't end there... it couldn't. She was so close... so warm... he knew that there had to be more. Curse her blood for all eternity if she stopped now.

With his curse unspoken and almost completely forgotten, her words were but a whisper as she pressed her soft and amazing lips against his own. He closed his eyes as he let himself drown in the reality that had haunted him as a dream for far too long. Subconsciously... he feared she'd be blown apart then and there as her father stepped from her body. Or as he'd seen in his dreams before... maybe she'd simply be dissatisfied.

At the moment, none of it mattered; he'd learned to live for the moment. To live for the pleasure that was at his lips as he kissed her lips back. All the weariness in his body was drowned out by the endorphins that were pumping in his body as he wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her into the kiss slowly, but surely he never wanted to breath again if he could feel such pleasure and happiness. She was his world and he was hers to do with as she wanted.

He knew this now...

He couldn't have cared less; he'd been re-united with his heart. The kiss was longer than he'd realized as he suddenly broke the kiss for the sake of air...and living. He opened his eyes; half fearing he'd be staring at the ceiling of his old room hugging his pillow...again. Instead, he saw the beauty that he'd watched grow and become so incredible. Without a second thought or hesitation, he heart spoke through his lips for once.

"I love you Nayami. Please, let me make you happy." he said quietly and seriously.

Kai stepped into the office, he had heard no sounds, detected no presence. If anywhere, the Kage should be in this office, yet he had to force the rusted handle in order to open the door. He left it open for a moment taking two steps in, half a step clear of the door as it fell down between him and the door, the hinges had been eaten away by corrosion.

Cobwebs were everywhere, dust thick on the ground. The windows were dirty, this place, it was like an un-kept cemetery just without the grave stones, there was even a book open that the Kage would have probably read although the pages were now very frail and would probably turn to dust if moved without the proper equipment.

He didn't have to call out to receive no reply in order to figure out the Kage wasn't here. Where then, was everyone. He looked to the side, no one was here at all. This village was going to get awfully lonely without people, he had trekked miles upon miles in order to get here, and now...nothing. He stepped forwards and looked at the desk, everything was as it had been left, god knows how long ago.

With that he opened the windows, slamming his palm against the hinge that had rusted together, preventing it from moving, in order to turn it to dust. They flew open and he called out loudly.

"HELLO!" He shouted, "Does anyone hear me!" He called out, there was no reply, he kept his ears open at least expecting to have disturbed a stray cat or something, but there was nothing. Nothing at all, just nothing.