Theme 5: Seeking Solace"You look tired."
"I am tired."
Kita yawned, and pulled her baggy pants up. Being in her pj's after a long day of work and sadness always made her even more tired. Having Kiyoshi around her just added an even more soothing effect with his quiet voice and calm nature. Kiyoshi was the person she sought out the most when she wanted to just hang and chill out, to be comfortable and relaxed. He was her source of solace after the tragedies of the day. She liked to think she was his balm as well.
She sat down on the couch next to him and curled up against his shoulder. He patted her tousled hair with a serene smile.
To some, the two looked like an old married couple. Kita grinned at the thought. Kiyoshi was her first friend, her first emotional life line that wasn't related to her, so it wasn't surprising to her or her other friends that the two were closer than most would first expect. Her brother Hiro, upon first witnessing them hug, tried to rip Kiyoshi's hair out of his skull, thinking th
Theme 4: DarkThe first thing Kita noticed when she woke was that she was not in her bed. The cold lump under her body was nowhere near the hardness of her bed. Besides, she didn't sleep on her back-ever. The second thing she noticed was that when she opened her eyes-only one opened.
She panicked, flailing around in her white linen trap. Her foot connected with hard flesh, and she distantly heard an "Umph" when it became apparent to her that she wasn't the only one in the room.
Trying to calm her frayed nerves, Kita breathed deep and evenly, trying not to have another heart attack. She could hear people talking, but nothing was connecting with her brain except for the darkness. It was enveloping her, welcoming her. One eye would work, and would let her see the light, while the other rejected her, and let her see only darkness. It was like she had become the icon of the yin yang concept.
Steadying herself, Kita's good eye opened-and immediately closed, for the light was blinding. She couldn't grasp t
Theme 3: LightIt couldn't be...No it couldn't be! There was no way that was Kita in the hospital bed, wrapped up in sheets as white as her skin. It wasn't possible that she was hooked up to a blipping machine that was breathing for her, because Kita was too strong and too obstinate to let a piece of technology live life in her place. It was illogical for the bandages that covered her eye to be stained with red, because why would her eye be bleeding? As far as I knew, she hadn't been on a tough mission in a week, especially since she wanted nothing to do with ninjary after the Celebration disaster. So why was she was in this state?
A nurse waltzed in on my fretting, the nerve of her. Her smile was agitating, full of sympathy and kindness. I didn't want her useless emotions-I wanted answers!
"And who might you be? A friend?" The nurse pulled her notes closer to her body, trying to hide all of the information that I craved. If it had been anyone else in that hospital bed, I would have hit on her to get
Theme 2: Love The trees in Mist weren't nearly as tall as those in Konoha, but they suited Kita's purposes just as well. She could see clear over the tops of the main street buildings, giving her unlimited access to gaze at the mountainside carvings of past and present Mizukage. It was very fortunate for her that one of the tallest trees within her village was on her property otherwise, she would have had to find a different meditation point and she doubted that any would be as great as the vantage spot she had declared as her own.
She leaned further back into the bark, her fingers bopping to the beat of a song that spewed from her headphones. Her voice molded with that of the singer, though their voices were by no means similar. Kita's was scratchy, rough like a cat's tongue, while the singer's was high pitched and crawled into the skin of the listener, burrowing in the message. She didn't mind- it wasn't like anyone could hear her anyways.
Theme 1: Introduction1. Introduction
Kita wasn't the most social of beings. It was never more apparent to her than when she stepped into the first class of her second year at the Ninja academy. Girls were running around screaming, boys were grinning and joking-but Kita sat down at the back of the classroom and observed.
She maintained her silence, opting to raise her hand rather than try to have her voice heard over the caous of the classroom when her name was called for attendance. It wasn't until her teacher-Kita hadn't caught the name-assigned them a small writing project, a little essay of why the kids wanted to be ninja and what they were like, that Kita's attention was fully caught. Kita couldn't have been happier, writing being one of her hobbies. She took out her blue pen and cat dotted stationary, and rushed into her paper. Her speech was far from eloquent but she wasn't half bad of a writer.
When she finally finished, only two minutes before the deadline, she raised her work above her head and gr
Endearing Kita Umocka wasn't always the most noticeable of ninja. By far, she was the one most overlooked within her unit. But even so, there was something that generated a small spark of interest in a select few. They would quest for the reason, stopping and asking anyone who was familiar with the brunette what it was that drew them to her. They were never disappointed.
If they asked her father's family, they would immediately point out her flare. Fashion was far from Kita's forte but her tomboyish style paired with her rough and motherly nature was a force that drove people to recognize the girl and not the clothes. In a society of the vain and the fashion conscious, she was a new and deadly visitor that was, uncommonly, treated with respect.
Most of her mother's family would deny Kita possessing any charm, but her brother Hiro would be sure that the questioner viewed Kita's smile. Kita made her smile her own, toothy and contagious and quirky. It wasn't pretty, but it was just so her that
Life's Little Rock OutSing this beat
sing it true
with voice ringing out
to all who can hear you.
Don't hold back your smile
let it shine.
Work out your body
flash a peace sign.
Do what makes sense
and do what feels right.
This beat is your own
the words the ones you chose to write.
So sing and dance
just feel at peace
and rock out forever.
Could you?Who am I exactly?
Could you even begin to know
just the simplest things about me,
like that I hate the snow?
Could you name my favorite fruit,
I'll give you a hint, it's round and red.
Or is that too hard for you,
with that little bitty head?
Do you even know my birthday?
It's so easy to remember!
How could you forget?
It's the last day of September!
And to think you used to whisper
that you loved me in my ear.
Obviously you didn't mean it,
so I can't begin to shed a tear.
I'm better off without you,
that's what I tell myself.
And I'm sure to warn your new girl
about your "forgetful" self.