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[h3][color=red]D A I K I.[/color][/h3][/center] 
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	[b]A[/b] nice warmth touched the side of his face, a dim light grew brighter as a feeling drug him out his nap. Slowly, he blinked the sleep away; till finally his golden eyes opened and a yawn escaped from his mouth. He sat up from the gnarly root he had laid his head and looked off towards the compound's gate. The metal doors had been wide opened. From the side of Naito Shrine, the main path of the compound was straight ahead.

	[b]H[/b]is brows pulled closer together. It wasn't unnatural for the doors to be open during clear days, but something was off. Whatever it was, the feeling prodded at the back of his head incessantly. He stared off at playful kids and busy adults. Nobi, a male villager, was watching his kids with a keen eye. Much like the rest of the adults.  

	[b]T[/b]he feeling remained but he chose to ignore it. Whatever it was, it wouldn't escape the notice of all the Naito clan. This much, he was sure. 

	[b]H[/b]e turned his head to stand up  but his eyes fell onto a [url=http://i.imgur.com/GAFiXjS.jpg]woman[/url] that he hadn't noticed before. Though he couldn't figure out how; she was... gorgeous, and in that moment, had Daiki stunned like a fool. Looking up at her for several  seconds, he finally managed to say.

	[color=red][b]W[/b]ho are you?[/color] 

	[b]S[/b]he still stared, only acknowledging his question with a smirk. [color=lightblue] “[b]Y[/b]ou'll do.”[/color] Her voice was smoky, an alluring maturity that rebuked her young age.  

	Daiki raised his brow. [color=red] “[b]H[/b]uh?”[/color] 

	Her smirk turned into a smile as she pointed towards the Naito Shrine directly behind her. A place of peaceful respite where you delve into the spiritual and perhaps … just perhaps find solace. [color=lightblue] “[b]T[/b]he Naito Shrine. You pray for the fallen of your clan here right?”[/color]

	[b]S[/b]tanding up, Daiki looked beyond the branches of pink petals and at the top of the decrepit building. Though the inside was up-kept, the elders decided to let the remains look rickety and old. Something about tradition or 'nother.  A soft [b]hmp[/b] came from him. [color=red] “[b]I[/b] guess. Its sorta used for more than that.”[/color] He looked at the side of the building. [color=red] “[b]B[/b]ut I rarely go in there myself—More importantly, who let you in?”[/color]

	[color=lightblue] “[b]Y[/b]our grandfather,”[/color] she stated matter-of-factly. She pulled her hand from a book she was holding and stuck it out towards him. [color=lightblue] “[b]A[/b]varon Mori. It's nice to me isn't it?”[/color] 
	
	[b]D[/b]aiki eye'd her with caution. He was unsure why but she made him very uneasy. The sound of her voice, the choice of her words; they were very peculiar to him. It was like the sun had blurred out logic, cause he reached up knowingly and shook her hand. 

	[color=red] “[b]D[/b]aiki Naito.”[/color]

	They stood in silence for a few moments, staring awkwardly at each other until it was broken.

	“[b]M[/b]ori-sama!” called the head-priest. The aged man jogged around the corner with his apprentice in tow—a  scrawny and bald boy around Daiki's age. The boy stayed a measured foot behind the head-priest at all times. The stern eyes of the priest lowered to Daiki. “[b]Y[/b]ou're looking swell these days, Daiki-sama.”

	[b]D[/b]aiki nodded with a courteous smile before grabbing his bag. He gave Avaron another glance.  It looked like she was there on business, which made her odd appearance all the more acceptable. However, he had his own duties to fulfill as well, no time to linger. Girls were the last thing on his list at the moment. He started down the path back to his home when her voice grew loud. 
	
	[color=lightblue] “[b]C[/b]an't wait to see you again.”[/color] 

	[b]H[/b]e turned partly to see her standing beneath the tree he had slept under. The head-priest was heading back around the corner while the apprentice stood beside her with perfect stillness. She lifted a hand to wave bye to him. Daiki knew that he probably wouldn't see her again, he hardly ever visited the Naito Shrine.

	[color=red] “[b]D[/b]oubt you will,”[/color] he barked back before returning to the dirt path towards.

	[b]H[/b]ours later and Daiki had thrown on a navy v-neck, some jeans, and his flak jacket.  He was headed to the Archives in Naruto City. The idea was to find some information about Kusaru or Gian. Something that could prepare him for their next encounter. It was guaranteed to happen; they had said so themselves. It was better to be prepared.

	[b]S[/b]trolling down the busy streets with his hands in his pockets, he eye'd the metropolis with a recognized irritation. While he didn't necessarily mind it all, the noise was actually very disturbing to him. 

	[color=red] “[b]M[/b]aybe while I'm there I can find something on Rejio too.”[/color]