Wandering

A slight movement of her footsteps is heard over the destroyed area of her old clan houses, looking around with her bright cerulean eyes, looking around the burnt area of her old house, stopping at the broken steps. She stepped forward some, stepping on one of the cracked steps, it crumbling on the set, moving back some out of fright. Jumping over the stairs, she noticed one of her old dolls, the shape of her lost father, she made when she was a young girl, picking it up with her right hand, holding it up close to her face, remembering the times she had.

She places the doll into her right pocket, moving towards the shattered living room, memories of her past race through her mind, remembering the exact placement of the battle taken place, the broken wall still stands, barely, the blood of the Akatsuki, stained on the burned rug of the open living room, showing no sign of life anywhere. Looking up to the clouds above her, her memories race through her mind, remembering some of her past, small tears begin flowing down her cheeks.