Had it always been such a dreary and forsaken region. Lost within itself, forced to wallow within the despair of death? No. Not this land. It wasn't a land to just roll over and accept such a fate. But the once clear skies revealed the perverse and twisted alternate. The darkness in the hearts of those residing in the world was always mirrored by the actions of the weather. Or did humans simply mirror the weather they hid from? Did they ever stop to question the beauty one can see in aa display of natural power. The raw and uncontained force that could alter lanscapes? Did they ever see the similiarities between themselves and natural occurances?

It didn't matter. With a twirl of her body, clothing made of lace, cotton and minimal velvet or satin. Matching the ectomorphic shape her body possessed. Decorated with elegance, she gave a light hearted laugh. Free from care and worry. Her white hair danced and her exotic emerald eyes, which created the shroud of interest about her. Miu ended the movement, staring ahead on the path. The beaten and barren path, traveled by many. Both directions. But today, the path bathed within water, becoming a muddy slide none traveled upon. The lone figure that traversed had only been Miu.

She looked into the pale skin of her palm. The black beads were wrapped around her fingers, weaving between them tightly. It was a rosary, one that usually remained centered and around her neck. She let loose a sigh of curiousity as she clenched into a fist, placing the hand against her chest. I feel like it is been so long. I digress the fact that they shall attack me. I acheknowledge myself and that status I hold in this world. But I will not fight back. I seek to return to them as an ally. To serve the only place that I can find retribution. Miu's thoughts were trouble no longer.

It may be unknown to others, but Miu suffered from her inner self. This inner self did not possess a name other than Miu, and was a perverse, twisted and darker version of the gentle, polite and attentive Miu. It shared it's dark thoughts vividly, possess a massive ability of reason and manipulation. It was amazing that Miu herself had never been twisted and lost from her. But it was he hope that one day, Miu could find solace amongst friends. Within the arms of a lover. Drowning in the warmth others could give her.

It did not intimidate her. She would no be deterred. She would be dauntless in her pursuit. She turned her solid, yet, desperate gaze against the mastodonic gates that allowed entrance into Konohagakure no Sato. The guards were everywhere and alert. She held no quarrels with them. No hatred against them. She prayed, dropping the rosary into the revolting ground that churned from her every step. The guards would approch her, but Miu would not speak. She would not answer. She did not raise her hands, she did not object to their actions. She would allow them permission to carry out what they must.

"Cast judgement upon me as will be, I seek no quarrels with former allies. I desire reparation."

Whether it was mere chills throughout Miu's body, or another's voice, was shrouded in mystery. She seemed rather focused, calm and yet, stressed. She hid under a flurry of false kindness, simply wanting any and all unnessecary actions void. She turned her gaze, emptied herself of any negativity. Her emerald eyes focused on the rosary, it's beads caked with mud. She shook her head and bowed. "Thank you for your offer, but I have no need for those anymore. I have disowned them for someone else to find them.", she stated softly, giving a caring and open smile. One could search her eyes and find the warmer rays that shined from under the darker exterior.

She heard the voice after she spoke. Before she could react however, the tight grip bothered her once she felt it. "I am Miu Kimura. Former kunoichi of this very village, Konohagakure no Sato. I was torn away by my own emotions during a mission in which, my sensei was killed by my own squadmates. As a result, I demanded an eye for an eye, killing them with a bit of luck." Her words were not lies, but truth. However, would that really matter to someone who didn't know her? She wanted to move her arms, shifting slightly, with no avail. "I pose no threat against you. If I posed a threat against you, it would be quite obvious. I utilise Fuuinjutsu and am somewhat skilled in Eijutsu. The only offense thing I could do is utilise a weapon, mostly a kunai, against you. Though, my physical prowess isn't that high either. Could you please lighten your grip?"

It seemed obvious to her that when the other guard took her arm, they would not lighten their grip. "I expected such an outcome, and I am fully acceptant to whatever the will gives me. Shall it be death? I accept. Life? I accept.", she stated, a somewhat melachonic voice embodied her thought process, making her take upon a rather fearful face. You know you want the retribution. To seek reparation for you losses. To serve the Hokage and their successors, along with the great village of Konohagakure no Sato. You want that, don't you, she thought. It wasn't her thought, but the vast darkness a human was capable of.

She smiled softly, though, her eyes seemed sad. "Take me away, to better days. Where the darkness is light and nobody cries, there's only butterflies..." She said somewhat quietly, beginning to hum as she await them to take her away.