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I'm Looking for the Face I had

Who: Sai + Open
When: Various
Where: The Gardens
What: Kitty giving away his memories and making him sick as Sai paints random people!
Rating/Warning: PG-13?

a. Social Flowers

It's early in the morning and the amount of people moving through the garden is slowly trickling in. With his small white feline companion staying unusually silent, Sai takes the opportunity to watch the crowd, picking out distinct features, the small gestures they make as they talk, a crinkle of the eyes, a bright smile, tinkling laughter... All the details he failed to imitate these people pulled so easily. His eyes fall to his sketchpad as he wonders if he'll ever be able to pull off a smile like that. Maybe one day. Still, his sole purpose today isn't solely to study the people but to sketch them. With renewed vigor, Sai looks through the crowd until his eyes stop on a distinctive figure close by. He watches them as they approach and when they're near enough to hear him, he plasters a practiced smile on his lips.

"Excuse me." He adds a curve to his eyes to further his intent. "May I sketch you?"

b. Memories: Colored Water

Sai set up his stand early in the morning and had a decent clientele stop by most started as curious onlookers who watched him execute his paintings with due diligence without sacrificing depth or gravity. He took a few painting requests, one or two for calligraphy, but mostly he was asked for sketches. Early in the morning he built up a steady crowd all wanting to see him at work but with the day growing hotter most of the people walking the garden began to dwindle as lunch time approached. It was late into the morning Sai finally got a decent break which he used to clean up his brushes but found his water too tainted with color to fully remove the paints. Usually he waited until lunch to get more water but seeing as the crowd had thinned out he took the opportunity run the errand now. He picked up the colored water and got up to dispose of it. Following him as always,his felines ghostly companion who no one seemed to noticed followed closely behind him. Sai didn't think much of it until it suddenly decided to run through his legs making him trip into the person in front him spilling the water all over them as he falls on his knees. The cat takes the opportunity to jump on his back meowing up at the person who clearly cannot see them. But, if they move any closer to him the feline will not hesitate to jump on them too. Sorry about that!

c. Memories: Meal Disasters

It's that time of day where people all over sit around to take their picnic's in the park. The area is surrounded by people each enjoying their day. Some hurry to the nearby restaurants while others keep on strolling. It's at this time that Sai decides to take his own break and pulls out his own bento-box and stands up to stretch his legs. He moves across the walkway toward a small bench with a single occupant and --

"Excuse me." He pulls on a practiced smile. "May I sit here?"

Behind him, his own personal feline poltergeist meows in mimicry before jumping onto the person's lap much to Sai's horror.

"Neko! No!" He tries to reach for it but it's too late.

d. Memories: Inky Tales

Sai is getting ready to leave for the day and picks up his small artist stand. Next are his paints, ink bottles, and brushes. It all looks fairly common place except for the fact that he packs the stand onto the back of a large inky bird! The few people still in the park stop to look at the pristine bird of prey as Sai continues to pack his paints, ink bottles and brushes into a small box which he hefts up onto the bird only to have his feline companion jump straight into the colored fray.

"Neko."

Sai, forgetting his incorporeal form, moves to pull him out only to accidentally tip over the box. He barely saves the box from toppling over but misses a small ink bottle that comes crashing straight to the ground. If anyone attempts to save it they'll be pounced on by a small white kitty-kat with memories to spill.

e. Wildcard

Open to any scenario!

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[It just so happened that HInata was on her break from work, dressed in her uniform with her long hair pulled up. When Sai sits down beside her, Hinata looks up in surprise and before she can answer a cat sits on her lap.]

Ah-!! Hello.

[Oh no is she going to see something she shouldn't? This keeps happening lately - getting a window into other's memories.]

[ His eyes go glossy and Sai instantly stills as the cat transports them to his childhood memories. They're inside a small cabin deep in the wilderness. Inside the room are two children, Sai and Shin, who share a paltry meal made up of rice and some form of diluted soap which the gray-haired child pours the last remnants into a bowl before taking his place on the small table. It's mid autumn and the night is chilly yet the two children wear thin clothes they've already outgrown. There are no adults present, no decorations to warm up the cabin, nothing to name it a home say for the two occupants that obviously live there.

Shin seats himself in front of Sai and scoots the bowl in front of him drawing the young boys eyes up to look at him and Shin smiles at him fondly. "You should eat more."

The younger Sai looks down at the bowl before scooting it back to the older child. "I'm not hungry."

Shin looks at him quietly and after a moment gets up taking the bowl with him. "Why don't we share it by the fire?" he tells him instead, as he makes his way to the small fireplace lending them heat.

The younger Sai fidgets on the ground for a moment before standing up to go join him. When he sits down, Shin places the bowl in his lap and tells him to eat.

"But nee-san---"

"You take the first bite." Sai frowns not liking it, but he takes the spoon anyways and takes a bite before giving his brother the bowl. They remain like this, Shin coaxing him to take more than half his share before the soup is gone and the two remain by the fire as a gusty wind picks up banging on the window.

Sai looks up, his eyes concerned before a voice brings him back to the room. "What did you sketch today?" Shin asks him to take his mind off the cold wind outside.

"Umm... " The younger brother looks down at his hands and curls his small fingers on his thin pants. "... only a few birds..."

"Can I see?"

Sai looks up, looking surprised for a moment before nodding and quickly getting up to retrieve a small sketchbook. When he returns he sets the small sketchbook on his lap, but he's too shy to open it just yet which has Shin taking the sketchbook and opening it himself.

"Umm... it's not that detailed... I..." His hands fidget with nervous anxiety as Shin looks through the pages.

"They're nice." Sai quickly looks up, his eyes locked onto his older brother who smiles down at him. "I like the detail on the bird's feathers. You're very good."

"You think so?" Sai smiles shyly at the compliment as Shin ruffles his hair making him laugh.

"I know so. Why don't you show me some of the other one's you've been working on?"

Sai nods enthusiastically and quickly runs to pull out his sketchbook and opens it up for Shin to see. He starts telling Shin all about the foo-dog he saw at the temple and how he sketched it from memory. Shin listens to him quietly, letting Sai go on about his pictures smiling as his voice gets more and more excited forgetting all about the cold and their stomachs.

The scene fades out slowly, showing the young boy smiling happily before they're suddenly brought back to the present and Sai falls to his knees feeling suddenly sick. ]

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[Hinata looks lost in thought for a long moment, lost in the memory that floods from Sai into her. It was personal - far too personal. She hardly knew Sai and this was definitely an invasion of privacy.

For a moment after, she seems to stare off into space as the memory fades. The moment is quickly broken by her blinking quickly, looking confused before coming back to the present.]

I- [She looks around and then looks to Sai, sitting near her.]

I'm so sorry!! I-I didn't mean to see that-!! Please forgive me. I-I should- maybe I should go so that doesn't happen again?

[She jolts from her seat, face flushed and hands in front of her as if she could keep the memories away should the cat try to climb on her again.]

Distinctive figure (sans the headdress for today) is right, considering Yuri's uniform for work. Given the shenanigans with spirit-animals recently, she didn't particularly want to work, but she felt a sense of obligation to do it anyway. Being a shrine maiden at least gave her the freedom to move around, and who didn't like the idea of getting paid to wander around randomly barely doing actual work??

It didn't help that her usual abilities seemed null and void for the moment, leaving her unable to fulfill her normal requests of tracking objects and people down. Honestly it's a pretty bad day all around, and she's barely sent Sai a glance when he speaks to her.

She pauses, does a double-take, and reaches up to remove her veil so she can look at him properly. "Oh. You're...Sai-san, right?" Wait, what had he just asked? She looks from the practiced smile to the sketchbook, the carefully neutral expression turning to one of mild surprise. "Sketch me? Why?"

Probably she shouldn't ask so bluntly like that or be so surprised, but it seems a strange request even if she was interested.

He recognizes her as soon as the veil goes up - the girl from the bubble. Yuri, if he remembered correctly. She had been wearing a lot less than but he still remembers what her form looks like underneath that dress.

"I want to touch them," he answers simply. "Your lines of movement."

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"Uh." Yuri looks baffled for a moment; she knows, deep down, he can't mean that the way it sounds but her kneejerk reaction is embarrassment and blushing.

"You don't mean that literally, right?" Her brow furrows slightly and she looks skeptically at his notebook, then sighs. "If you want to draw me, I guess I don't mind." Even if she thought it was strange. Surely there were prettier, more interesting people to draw? Maybe it was her robes or that oft-commented 'look' abut her eyes that made her seem in-between wanting to live or die. Or so people had said. "What do you need me to do?"

"I do."

He answers bluntly. After all, it was the movement of the dress that first caught his eye. The way it moved with every step, stiff and proper yet graced with subtlety of the form beneath.

"May you dance?" He picks up his brush and starts setting up his sketchpad. "A slow dance would be preferable." Something traditional would do well in this situation.

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She stands there a moment, looking down at herself and her robes. She didn't know any traditional dances in particular, at least none that she could remember the entirety of.

It feels a little strange to tap into memories that aren't her own again, trying to remember steps that aren't hers'. The priestesses had danced, she'd seen some of it before, and she tries to imitate it now. Every movement was supposed to be careful, but flow like the water that had been held so sacred on the mountain.

She doesn't know all of it, and makes up a good chunk of it as she goes along. And feels rather ridiculous, pausing as she realizes more people are milling around the gardens. "People are staring."

A slow show of movement trumpets the beginning of the dance. Her first steps are hesitant but slowly grow steady, each landing firmer than the last while Sai watches on in silence. Dark eyes consume the scene transforming the moving parts into lines of movement he etches across the paper.

When she stops, his hand stops with her, but his eyes remain on the picture before him. "They always stare," he responds. "People are easily mesmerized by movement."

She straightens out her sleeves, smoothing down her robes as she peers at the people who peer back, watching her and Sai curiously. The blush starts at her ears and slowly creeps down her face as she slides her gaze back to him.

"It's embarrassing." She remembers the brief dip she'd taken into his emotions, a brushing over the surface just to see and finding it empty. Did he just not understand such things, or why things would provoke the emotional reactions they would?

"Do you need me to keep dancing for much longer?" Despite her own misgivings about this all, she'd continue if he needed it, even if she wouldn't exactly be happy about it.

His eyes stay on the page, his mind split between his surroundings and his focus until her words draw him to away from the ink.

"...."

Embarrassing? The foreign concept as him blinking at her. "Why is it embarrassing?"

Yuri stares at him a moment, her face kept carefully neutral (a twitch of her eyebrows gives her away, a flash of disbelief, irritation) and she takes a breath. Again she casts a look around and self-consciously smooths down her hair and robes.

"Because people are staring and I don't know what they're thinking." Well. Alright, if she tried she probably could, but she wasn't about to announce 'hey I read minds' to him just like that. "It's thoughts like, 'what if they're laughing at me?' or 'What if they think I'm weird?' 'What if they jump to strange conclusions about what's going on here?' Things like that."

She waves a hand lightly in dismissal. "It's not like I dance all the time anyhow, so it's embarrassing because I know I'm not very skilled, and i don't know if it's as obvious to them as it is to me. It's fine, though. So long as I don't have to do this for too long, I can endure it, I suppose."

His head turns to the side as he watches her intently. She seemed... agitated. But why?

"What if they are?"

He watches her closely as his thoughts hone in on her words. He knows there's something wrong with him. It's obvious to even the most untrained observer that he doesn't belong. Not here, not in Konoha, and not among civilians. But he tries. He tries to fit in. Tries to adapt to their customs. Their way of thinking, acting. It's all too much for someone with his upbringing. He doesn't understand why people look at him the way they do. Why they suddenly start laughing to themselves when he asks them questions that are seemingly obvious to everyone but him. Why they hit him when he says the wrong thing. Society is a difficult beast to tame and Sai can understand how a crowd can intimidate her but what he doesn't get, what he can't grasp is why it would embarrass her. It doesn't make sense.

"What if they laugh at you? What if they think you're strange?" He cocks his head. "Are you afraid of something like that?" A look. "You're kind of weak, aren't you?"

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Yuri fixes him a droll look. "If you want to fit in better with people, try not insulting them when they explain things to you." Her tone isn't biting, just dry and deadpan. She tilts her head. "It's not a weakness. It's instinct."

She rolls her shoulders and her gaze slides over the people again, studying them; in a glance she can tell base thoughts, emotions. Someone worrying about her next appointment. Another wondering if they left their stove on--how cliche. It makes her head ache and she closes her eyes against it before opening them to settle on Sai again. He's empty, in a way that's comforting to her and her posture relaxes. Like suddenly finding a pocket of silence and rest in the middle of a crowd.

"No one likes drawing attention to themselves when they don't want it. It's not really about fear-- I don't care enough for it to be like that." She's never had to really ponder and dissect emotions before, she normally tries to shut herself off from it. "I just don't like it." Yuri looks away again, musing. "It might be cultural, too. My society is rather against people that stand out. It's shameful to be too different."

Another pause, and she wonders why she's bothering to try and justify it so much, looking back at him for the sense of quiet he manages to give her. Maybe it's because he truly doesn't seem to understand, but he seems to want to, which is...something, Yuri supposes. "What does it matter anyhow if I can still do it? It'd be weaker to be paralyzed by it and not do anything because of it."

Instinct? It was never mentioned in their training. Was he then... missing a vital instinct in his skill-set? He frowns, disliking the possibility. Still, he lets her speak, remaining silent to allow her to better explain her meaning, interrupting only when he gets lost again.

"Is that what you're feeling? Shame?"

He'd read about it in his books. It was a feeling of being made to feel uncomfortable. Self-conscious. The reason always changed with every culture. Different people were brought up to feel this emotion for breaking different social contracts that generally insulted....

Sai suddenly grows silent. His eyes shifting to lock eyes with her.

"You said I insulted you. How?" How could someone feel insulted over the truth? But according to her, he had insulted her which meant...

An epiphany. "Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

Yuri pauses too, considering the question. "Mm... Yeah, I guess that's a better way of putting it. I feel a little ashamed for drawing attention, because I was taught you shouldn't stand out so much. Of course, I'm starting to grow past that now that I'm somewhere else, but..." She trails off. Ingrained cultural norms aren't easily overcome, you know?

It's interesting watching him come to conclusions. She's not entirely comfortable with direct eye contact, but his emotions (or lack thereof) are safe from her for now. There's a muted softening of her face, amusement and she hums in acknowledgement with a nod. "Yeah. Calling me weak was an insult. Maybe in some areas I am, I won't deny that. But you can't make a blanket statement that someone's weak in general when you don't know them that well. I have my strengths just as you have your own weaknesses. Like emotions, apparently. If you think about it, we're both weak to that-- just in different ways."

Yuri watches him curiously a moment. "Do you not have them? Emotions, I mean."

His answer comes easily.

"No." Blunt. "Emotions are illogical and therefore make you act irrational. For this reason, they are dangerous for strategy-building and expose your true intent during battle making you an easy target and more likely to die. For this reason, we were raised to abolish them."

"But," here he sets down his brush. "There is a bond I hold that I cannot destroy."

... Did not.

"The other ninjas I've met aren't like that though." They were from the same village, weren't they? What made them so different?

When he sets his brush down, Yuri takes that as a sign to approach. She won't look at the picture or anything yet, but she sits next to him, tucking her robes beneath her. "Mm. I tried that, cutting off all bonds. And then someone managed to worm their way in again anyhow." Not that she minds too much ,she supposes. Hisoka was good for her-- Had, literally, saved Yuri's life. And after that, it became easier and easier to make bonds again, even if she hadn't wanted them.

"What bond was it?" She's curious.

"They are from Konoha. I am from ROOT." A neutral response as he watches her approach. "We are different."

He keeps his eyes on her as she sits down, not bothering to hide the sketch.

"A bond with my brother. I want to touch it again."

Yuri blinks slowly, the term unfamiliar to her. "What's ROOT?" The way he says it, it sounds less like a place and more like a thing. Like... the FBI or something.

"If you want that kind of bond again, it means having to open yourself up to emotions and things like that too. You know that, don't you?" She tilts her head. "Is that why you ask so many questions trying to understand them?"

She wasn't from a rival ninja village so he answers her question. "ROOT.... is an underground organization that takes on the dirty deeds that keep Konoha safe. We are raised to be used and discarded."

ROOT performed a necessary duty for Konoha. A few were sacrificed for the whole. They were raised in the dark to keep the leaves bathed in the light. It was the reason for his existence. A weapon poised and polished to carry on the heavy missions that would otherwise break the gentle hearts of shinobi who grew outside the influence of ROOT.

He shakes his head. "I don't want that kind of bond again." She misunderstood him. "I want to keep the one I shared with my brother." Touch. Feel it. Keep it from being extinguished. "It's why I want to learn about them."

He turns to look at her. "You said you tried to cut off the bonds you formed." A quiet look. "Who did you fail to extinguish?"

If he learned that then maybe he could figure out why the memories of his brother still stirred the remnants of his humanity.

She considers all he tells her here, not sure if she should also point out that he can't really keep the bond he had when the person it was to no longer existed (she assumes, anyhow, because that's always how the story goes, right?), but in the end decides not to. What did it matter, in the end? "Mm. Well. I don't mind explaining, I suppose."

She couldn't not help someone who needed it.

His question makes her go still and she frowns. It was inevitable, she really should have seen it coming, but it makes her purse her lips and urn away slightly anyhow. Where as before her body had been angled towards him, she faces straight now, arms resting on her knees. Her fingers tap and twist against each other, a distraction as she tries to figure out how to start. "Her name's Hisoka."

That didn't tell much though. It never quite gets easier to talk about, but it's either she talks about it or someone ends up getting a shot of her memories-- it typically ended up one or the other. "There was an...accident and my family was killed. I was all alone. So there went those bonds. But afterwards, I..." What had Neji and them described it as? She makes a gesture towards her eyes. "It triggered an ability I didn't know I had before. I could see things normal people couldn't, knew things I shouldn't. It, hmm... I guess it'd be a dojutsu in your world. But, where I'm from, things like that are rare. Rare enough that no one knew how to help me-- they thought I was making things up. That it was just trauma and shock."

Her fingers curl into her robes briefly, a gesture of irritation. 'Write in your journal,' the doctor had told her. Thoughts, dreams, things you could see and hear, and write them down to read later after you've calmed down.' In the end, he still didn't believe anything she wrote or said.

"When I got out of the hospital, I still couldn't control it. I was afraid of it, and what I could do. I started cutting off everyone around me, and maybe they started abandoning me too for being too 'strange.' Either way, I was all alone. In the end, I tried to jump off a cliff.

But... Hisoka saved me. She had the same ability, but weaker. She stopped me and took me in and trained me. She gave me a purpose and a reason to live a little while longer. Until I came here she was really all I had. I was only living because she asked me to." Yuri goes quiet, staring a hole into the ground, expression far away. "...I don't know if that gave you the answers you're looking for."

Then... she had known her family. He thought about it, what it would be like to lose them, of being left alone to carry on after and realized he could not. Not the way she described it. He'd been orphaned too young to remember them, so... was that what happened to him too? His bonds with them... they disappeared?

"....."

The thought unsettled his mind and his normally void state began to gently hum with unease. He didn't like it. This feeling and focused on her words, watched as her fingers curled into her robes as she spoke of her abilities.

What had she triggered? A Doujutsu? Like the Hyuuga Clan? Uchiha? This at least he understood and fixed his thoughts on her explanation which slowly dissipated his stirred unease leaving behind the void from before.

"You tried to commit suicide." He surmised matter-of-factly before that name stirred his curiosity.

"Hisoka?" Was she like Shin then? Someone who took care of her, understood her? Gave her strength? His head tilts slightly unsure of the similarities between this Hisoka and his brother.

"Who was she too you?"

He says it so matter-of-fact. You tried to commit suicide. She almost wants to laugh- or maybe cry, if she knew how to do that anymore. "Yeah." There was no use in hiding that. She'd stood at the edge of that cliff and stared down the setting sun, wondering about her own curious lack of emotions and resolved herself to fall.

And then there'd been Hisoka.

She smiles a little, the twitch of a corner of her mouth, the softening of her eyes giving it away. "A little bit of everything, I guess. A sister. A teacher." She turns her hands over to look at her palms, spreading her fingers out. After a moment she curls them in and takes a breath, looking up again. "If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be alive right now. She told me, 'if you still want to die, I'll die with you. You may think you have no one, but it's not true. I'm here with you, so please, just stay with me. Even if it's just for a while.'" Yuri would never forget those words.

"She gave me a place to live. She took care of me. She was always encouraging me." She makes an 'and so on' gesture. "She had her own reasons for helping me, but we still became close. When she disappeared, I... did everything I could to get her back and save her. It's the least I could do after everything she's done for me." Yuri tucks her hair behind her ear, pleased to know that she had been able to accomplish that much before she'd been taken to this city. "I've made other friends and bonds here, but she's still the most important one I have. Nothing will change that."

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Then she was like... Shin.

Even if it was just "... a while."

His mind takes a dive and the walls of that empty void are splashed with color warm to the touch and filled with a sweet melody that strummed the chords of his splintered bond that had yet to be made whole again.

"You," he looked at her, as the warm tones intensified, "couldn't save her?"

Yuri shakes her head with a slightly relived sigh. "I did. I managed to, but I'm not sure how long it's going to last." That's a bit vague and she purses her lips, considering how to explain.

"There's something that has a hold on her-- on me and some others too. I was going to try and break it once and for all, but... Then I ended up here. I don't know if Hisoka's alright, or will be. I don't know what her fate is now." For all Yuri knew, she did fail and her fingers clench uncertainly at her robes. She wants to believe things will be okay, but... "I might have failed anyhow."

Yuri doesn't want to think about the more probable, negative size of this. She glances to Sai and notes how much warmer his mind is now. Because of talking abut Hisoka? It's curious.

Hey, Sai.

[It's instictive to reach out to grab something that's falling. Naruto had been in the park on his way back to his shared apartment, saw Sai and made a beeline towards him so they could talk but the moment he gets close this happens.

He reaches for the bottle only to end up with a cat jumping on him.]

[ Sai's eyes glaze over the moment the cat lands on Naruto. Their surroundings go dark and everything goes pitch black before they're suddenly dumped into a forest clearing where Sai stands in a circle made of kunai's facing off a grey-haired shinobi while Danzou stands up above watching them.

Sai falters as he watches the man across from him. "What did you say Danzou-sama?"

"I'm ordering you two to fight to the death. This will be your final test, and it is also your fate as ninjas from ROOT. In three days if you two are still alive and attempt to descend from this mountain. You will die. Understood?"

With those words echoing behind him Danzou vanishes leaving Sai and Shin to face off alone. The two watch each other from their position until Sai finally looks away unable to hold the gaze.

"That's impossible... I can't fight with my own brother."

"Then, I will kill you," Shin tells him as he tries to stab him with a kunai which Sai quickly dodges out of instinct. He jumps into the air, as he looks back in shock at his brother.

"Nee-san!"

Shin quickly regains his footing and throws a kunai at his back which Sai blocks with his own kuani.

"Are you serious?!" He tries to reason with him, but Shin only keeps going after him. Were they... where they really going to do this?!

Sai quickly makes it into the forest and jumps through the trees in order to escape his brother when--- The memory distorts and they're finally back at the gardens and Sai falls on his hands knees as a sickness suddenly runs through him. ]

[The dump into the forest is only a little confusing. It definitely looks like they're back somewhere outside of Konoha's walls rather than the park in Cerealia where they'd previously been. Naruto couldn't say where exactly but he'd recognize the trees that have surrounded his village anywhere.

What is more off-balancing is seeing Danzou. Naruto immediately goes on alert, raising his right hand to form a rasengan. He was absolutely certain that Sasuke had killed the man years ago but well, it wouldn't be the first time someone has come back to life.

The chakra from the rasengan slowly disperses when he realizes that it's not actually Danzou. It's a memory of Danzou. And not a pleasant one. (Not that any of them are ever going to be pleasant.)

Naruto looks for a way out, certain that Sai would not want him to see this memory and that thought is confirmed when Danzou first speaks. He doesn't quite see the third shinobi just yet - not until Danzou points it out and then he's rooted to the spot (though he couldn't actually move in the first place).

All he can do is watch as Sai and Shin face off, exchange words and blows until.... well, just as suddenly they're jerked away from the memory and back in Cerealia. He unbalances just a little but manages to keep his feet. Sai has a little more violent reaction to the whole ordeal.]

Sorry. [Naruto isn't apologizing about Danzou or even Shin - he's apologizing for...] Shoulda moved outta the way.

Huh?

[ Sketch her. Ishtar tilted her head to the side some. ]

Well sure if you really want to--oh you're that guy!

[ She added after recognizing his face from the event at the beginning. At least today she wasn't so scantily clad that she felt uncomfortable. However, the guy didn't look too different from the last time. She didn't want to remember what most people were wearing during that whole ViViD Thing. She just puts a hand on her waist as she added. ]

Are you an artist of some sort?

[ He was a bit awkward and socially inept if she remembered but that's a weird deduction since Ishtar was nice to everyone and didn't really care. ]

[ He blinks at the accusation. 'That guy?' He takes a second look at her and only then remembers her from his initial arrival. She was wearing a lot less then but he still remembered her form. ]

I'm not an artist. [ He answers bluntly. ] I'm a ninja.

[ She'd rather not talk about the little amount of clothes that she was wearing at that time. Heck, it would be better if he didn't remember at all. ]

A ninja, huh?

[ Kinda of like a few people she knew. Of course she wouldn't deny that he didn't appear to be one. ]

Well, you like art right?

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