[b][center]Nami Tachibana[/b][/center]

Considering that she lived with four siblings in a house one would expect that she was good with shutting out people who had nothing to do with her. That she was good at ignoring precenses and conversations when things didn't concern her. But the truth was that she was not. The presence of people always clothed up her senses, their talking filled her ears, their chakra signatures were always caught on her radar. it was tiring sometimes, but Father said she had to hone the skill because it was a good skill to have. 

So while she tried to be alone before the grave of her brother her ears couldn't help but follow the conversation a few graves away from her. One of them was really really loud. He placed his words with much emphasis and Nami could practically imagine how he was waving his arms around to give strength to his sentences. She didn't turn around, but stared stubbornly to the words written on the grave. Izanagi Tachibana. The grave was the only testiment to his real name. Nami couldn't remember that she had ever called Nagi his birthname, only that last time with that last breath. Her hands curled into fists.

Behind her the boy started to sing.

He didn't have a bad voice, she had to admit that and it didn't really annoy her. It was just with them there being so loud how could she say to the grave what she wanted to. Maybe that had been a stupid thought all along. It was not like she could say what she wanted even if there was no one around. She had to stick with silent prayers, but she wanted to do her silent prayers alone. That was a stupid thought too. How could she expect to be alone in a graveyard? It was not like it was private property. 

When the song ended she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder to the small group only to find that the boy who had no doubt been singing was bowing towards her. Her eyebrows rose in surprise. For a moment she could not speak, just stare. Finally she found her voice. [b]"I wasn't disturbed by the song."[/b] She said as she herself remained seated before the grave. No, it was not the song that disturbed her. It was the fact that they were there. Nami wondered if she was now supposed to engage in small talk. Would that be polite? [b]"Your friend is right."[/b] She therefore continued. [b]"You could be a singer."[/b]