Dark Pasts [Private/Dante|Chiisai]

It was a average day in Kumogakure. Most of the time the village was bustling and today was no different. Everyone floated around as if they were clouds, or a fog caught in a light wind. Dante donned a all white Yukata for males. The bottom of the Yukata had grey floral pattern that was outlined in a  violet color. This was also the case for the sleeves of the garment. Dante's Kumogakure headband was around his neck dangling loosely. Upon further inspection of Dante it could be seen that his upper body had been wrapped up in white medical wrap. Why was this? It was because he was hiding the marks on his torso that he had gotten so long ago. The Katana the Dante was never seen without was through the sash that was his belt.

As Dante passed by people they looked at him in awe. The female spectators seemed to fall in love by what they saw. No it wasn't Dante they looked at this way it was because of what was resting on his head. The little brown Fox that had saved him from his past was resting on Dante's Head. It was standing on his shoulders, but the upper body of him was slouched over Dante's head. His name was Sion and he had become the pet and only Family that Dante had. "So, Sion you ready to meet Chii-Chan?" Sion made a noise as if telling Dante "Yes!" Dante smiled and continued to walk towards where he assumed Chiisai would be. He wanted to ask her something. This something wasn't anything to serious, but he had just decided to investigate the matter. He called it investigating, but he was really just being nosy.

Chiisai yawned as she laid in her bed. Today wasn’t a very busy day for most, including herself. She had studied all she cared to study that day, which was more than usual. Rolling onto her stomach, Chiisai looked at the book that laid next to her on her bed. The book was about the pressure points of the body and how chakra flowed through them. It was fairly fascinating, and if anyone aside from Chiisai tried reading it, they would find themselves baffled and confused by the terms and wording.

Leaning up, Chiisai frowned deeply. She shouldn’t be hiding in her apartment. There had to be something for her to do in town. Standing, she moved around her room, picking up articles of clothing that were tossed all about. Her room looked like a disaster zone. It was as if a tornado had tore through her room. The only neat portion of it was the book shelf and the desk where she typically took notes and read. Once she finished dressing, Chiisai made her way down all four flights of stairs, walking through the dusty hospital building, humming softly. Along the way, she stopped at a mirror, smacking her cheeks together as she forced a smile across her face.

As she opened the door, her eyes widened in fear and worry. What was Dante doing outside her home!? Her signature smile creeped across her face as she stared at him. “C…Can I help you?”