And now I play the waiting game (private)

Amy had come all the way to Yuki. Why did she come here? She wasn't sure her feet had led her here. Maybe it was random, maybe by fate? Nonetheless she was now in the snowy village and needless to say she was freezing a bit. Though she wouldn't share that thought out loud, she needed some help or at least a shelter. Her face held a wind-bitten red in color if only faintly on her olive-toned cheeks. Her feline-like irises were covered by the thin layer of skin of her eyelids. A loud wind blew though the sun was shining. Her skirt sort of shook and moved in tune with it before resting once more. The chains covering her as well making it known that the wind was attacking the village if simply by making a lullaby composed of the howls and jingles.

The red of her hair looked almost like a fire in the white background, losing the pink hue it had for the time being. Her feet were up to two inches at least on her platform combat boots. It was obvious she was not dressed for such whether. With a scoff she forced herself further, finding an inn nearby. She hated people, but she wouldn't risk dying of frostbite.

Taking a few quick and soft steps, she flung open the door and stepped inside. Only a very few people littered the small motel. A bar as the entrance and the beds were upstairs. While she held her usual angry and cold appearance that nearly matched the weather outside, she stormed to the counter and took a seat as far away from the people as possible. A spasm of shivers going down her body and her arms moved to hold herself in attempts to keep warm. People stared at her but that was usual.

The chains on her clothes seemed to almost bite her legs as they rested on her bare skin on her legs and the shackles on her wrists. Entwined in her hair were a few icy crystals which melted quickly and left only water in its wake. Amy rubbed her shoulders and simply glared at the counter, crossing one leg over the other. She was waiting. For who? Well of course she knew who, she just wondered how long it would take him to get there. The tender approached her, but Amy shot him a look that screamed stay the fuck away from me. Her silence was eery, making most simply follow her wish. Something wasn't right about the girl.

The male entered the little bar motel thingy. He looked at the woman sitting on the stool and glaring at the counter. He suddenly thought. It was time to get rid of the extra luggage wasn't it. With a moment's movement, he stepped to the side and spoke a simple speech as he lifted the scroll and throw a large lit tag towards the sky. His eyes turning a to a sudden image that connected the two kanji to one another. The lit tag sealed inside of the scroll and would explode. However, he had totally forgot about the male being inside. Of course, he wouldn't care anyway as it was a fleeting moment past it's prime. The tag would explode in the alternate dimension and it would be done.

The male looked at her and walked over and placed his hand on her back. With that, he whispered in his mind that they would leave, and for her to meet him at the best place he could think of. That's right, they were going to meet in Kumogakure.

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Amy had received his message a while before he appeared, a sort of silence acknowledging that he had spoken through her own ability. She had her eyes closed, still rubbing her arms to keep warm as the motel was only a slight warmer than it was outside. Her face looked a little wind burnt but that was to be expected in such frigid conditions with such unwarm clothes. She resisted allowing her teeth to chatter but with a moment's passing, she caught a sort of feeling. She knew he was close. A loud noise attracted her attention and as a hand rested on her back she instantly knew who it was. A soft smile on her face if only for a brief moment crossing her otherwise stoic face. His words made her curious. Why was he sending her all over the world? She hadn't a clue, but alas she had no reason to say no to him. She couldn't if she had WANTED to. With a sigh she sensed him leave.

Her body adjusted as she pushed herself up by slamming her palms on the counter. A man approached her a second "Ma'am would you like a drink?" Amy scoffed and glared at him, projecting her thoughts into his mind and causing him to stumble back a bit. 'Fuck your drinks, get the hell away from me and stay there.' He seemed baffled and people stared at the startled person as Amy took her leave; a blaze of her irritance behind her.
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