Nagato Uzumaki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
teachingpeace) wrote2013-09-16 01:27 pm
teachingpeace) wrote2013-09-16 01:27 pm
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3 Jutsu: [Action]
[Action: Incredibly early in the morning.]
[It was still dark outside and Nagato already knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. That dream had been... He'd woken up like this more than once since his memories had been interfered with, it's true, but he hadn't remembered why.
He hadn't remembered the dreams. Now, he was somewhat mortified, very confused, and extremely concerned if this was some kind of revenge from his Sensei from beyond the grave. Given the man's later works and his philosophies where women were concerned he wouldn't exactly be surprised but...
But that still didn't make it any less strange, or embarrassing, or confusing, given that he'd never had dreams like this in his life.
Though, to be fair, he hadn't exactly been healthy enough for that to be the case. Not that he realized that this, more than a determined ghost of Jiraiya, was the cause of his disturbance.
No, instead he just dressed, and went hunting outside for somewhere to train to try to get his mind off of it, and to try to... calm his nerves.]
[Action: Later that morning, before noon.]
[Getting his mind off it hadn't worked. No, instead, if anything, he'd picked at his thoughts mercilessly because he'd given himself time to think about it instead of keeping himself occupied with something intellectual.
Not the wisest plan he'd ever had. In the end though, he didn't know what else to do, but he needed to know if this was... incredibly abnormal, and the medics he'd worked with were still back in Ame so...
Clinic.
He'd just... go in there... and apparently stand incredibly awkwardly just inside the doorway trying to decide if he should ask to see someone about... this.
He had no idea why he thought this was a good one.]
[It was still dark outside and Nagato already knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. That dream had been... He'd woken up like this more than once since his memories had been interfered with, it's true, but he hadn't remembered why.
He hadn't remembered the dreams. Now, he was somewhat mortified, very confused, and extremely concerned if this was some kind of revenge from his Sensei from beyond the grave. Given the man's later works and his philosophies where women were concerned he wouldn't exactly be surprised but...
But that still didn't make it any less strange, or embarrassing, or confusing, given that he'd never had dreams like this in his life.
Though, to be fair, he hadn't exactly been healthy enough for that to be the case. Not that he realized that this, more than a determined ghost of Jiraiya, was the cause of his disturbance.
No, instead he just dressed, and went hunting outside for somewhere to train to try to get his mind off of it, and to try to... calm his nerves.]
[Action: Later that morning, before noon.]
[Getting his mind off it hadn't worked. No, instead, if anything, he'd picked at his thoughts mercilessly because he'd given himself time to think about it instead of keeping himself occupied with something intellectual.
Not the wisest plan he'd ever had. In the end though, he didn't know what else to do, but he needed to know if this was... incredibly abnormal, and the medics he'd worked with were still back in Ame so...
Clinic.
He'd just... go in there... and apparently stand incredibly awkwardly just inside the doorway trying to decide if he should ask to see someone about... this.
He had no idea why he thought this was a good one.]
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[Although she is getting old enough that she prefers not to think of just how many years ago that was. That sort of thinking led to feeling old, which didn't benefit a shinobi in any way.
She reaches over and gives Nagato's hand a light squeeze.]
I'm glad that we met all those years ago.
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[Even if he was the baby of the group, that had never really stopped him from feeling like they were all growing together. And he honestly didn't think himself old at all.]
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[But also old enough for a shinobi. The average life expectancy for shinobi wasn't very high compared to the civilian population, due to the dangers involved.]
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Young Konan, never let it be said otherwise.
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Young. Duly noted, Nagato.
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Better.