Post by Yuko Yashikazu on Aug 29, 2010 15:15:48 GMT -5
Y U K O
etsuko
Y A S H I K A Z U
The sun rose over the wide open desert, shining upon Sunagakure. The wind was calm and the streets were clear of pluming clouds of sand. The setting was closer to the edge of The Village of Sand, out of the reach of unwanted neighbors. Against the red wall was a small, glass panel. The rays a light pierced threw the window over a small bed. Like most of the other buildings, the small house was made out of clay, sand, and dirt. Yet it was comfortable, and had a heartwarming feeling to it. It kept one resident that only came home when there was a nasty storm, or when she grew tired of the unbearable heat.
Yuko was already up, leaving her bed sheets thrown this way and that. They gathered in a heap at the base of the bed, while
Yusu jumped out of the shower. Her hair dripped down her back as she got dressed quickly. The young shinobi placed on her clothing and wrapped her scarf loosely around her neck. Sighing, she sat atop of a small, sand colored table. The wood creaked underneath her weight as she placed her right foot firmly in front of her. A light colored, roll of soft, thick gauze rested in the palm of her hand. Yuko proceeded to wrap it around her feet and hands. While she got dressed, she rested deep in thought, running over random things that didn't really matter.
It was the beginning of the day for her. Yuko stood up and flexed her fingers, checking to see if the bandages were just right. Everything was in order; all that was left out was her bag and sash. Quickly, she reached for the black, green fabric, letting it rest in her fingers. Her mixed colored eyes took time to run over the symbol of her forehead protector. On it was the sign of Suna that she was proud to show off, and let it gleam in the light. Yuko, without a second thought, tied it around her waist. It collected around her hips, but tight enough for it not to move. The fabric joined together at the small of her back, tied in a neat bow. Nodding, she smiled and jogged towards the front door. The kitchen and table rested right in front of the entrance that leads to the street. In the other room was a bathroom and the bedroom towards the right. Out towards the back was the small green house, it was only large enough to accommodate one adult at a time. It brought back great memories, and some sour for the young girl. Yet no matter what, she still smiled.
Yuko reached for her bag that was suspended from a steal kunai. The young woman hung it over her shoulders and snapped it into place against her back. She glanced over her shoulder, taking in her small home. It was nice, and she refused to leave it. No matter what the memory was, -good or bad- she wanted to remain. Yuko turned and opened the door that lead out into the streets. The sun shined into the house as her door swung open with a creek. The shinobi stepped out and took in a breath of fresh air. The streets were alive, since the sun was yet to heat up the sand below her feet. Yuko shut the door behind her as she turned to her left. The ninja stopped a few yards away from her home. She bent over to place the palm of her hands flat against the ground. Her long legs remained straight, and soon she was in the air. Yuko's legs remained straight up, and she walked down the street with no effort. It was second nature to her, and would attack anyone that made fun of her. Anyone on this street new that, so everyone kept their mouth shut.
I'd feel bad for the sucker that said anything about her -_-.
