Perfection

Progress

The sky was losing its color, now turning a dull grey-blue with hints of orange and pink where one could only asume the sun had been just moments ago. The houses that decorated the area were all a fair size, made for a family of about three; two parents and a child. Their appearance, however, was very similar; you know the drill, white picket fences, trimed green lawn with a flower bed in front, and pink floral cutains stood in almost every kitchen window.

"Well isn't this quaint," the sarcastic comment was said by a tall man in his late twenties, early thirties, with a scar streaching verticaly across his left eye. Ibiki, with his charcaol trench coat and ninja headband, was a stark contrast in comparison to the softer more casual clothes of the civilians usually seen there. He looked like he'd rather be used as target practice than standing in front of that house; but judging by the small blue-haired girl pulling on his hand he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

After stepping through the robins egg blue door, that was curtosy of the hokage no doubt, Ibiki took a good look around the rest of his 'new home'. Hizuren, for all his twisted humor, had picked the perfect house for them. It had two stories with a living room, kitchen, sound proof basment that would make a perfect training center, two bedrooms and two bathrooms, not too big, not too small. That combined with the sickeningly colorful pastels everwhere made it the ideal place for kids, and really wierd adults but lets not get into specifics on that. But back to those colors; it was as if someone had put them there to purposfully iratate Ibiki. If they had been, let me be the one to say that it was definetly working.

Hinata, however, was in awe at everything around her; the colors were new and exciteing, the furniature was softer more inviting than anything she had ever seen before, even the food she found in the kitchen was so strange and unlike the traditional, formal things she had eaten back...home. At least that is what she supposed it was, but the Hokage had said that she was living with Ibiki-san for now, so did that mean that this was her home now? If it was Hinata really didn't think that she would mind,...no that was stupid. She was supposed to want to be back with her father, right? With the rest of her family, that was where she belogned. But,...what if she liked it here?

Hinata shook her head back and forth, as if that would stop the thoughts from coming through. While she did this Ibiki watched her, years of torturing people had made it easy to know what they were thinking. He sighed, it seemed that nothing going through this kid's mind was particularly positive. It looked like someone had just asked her to make a life or death decision. Maybe they had, who knew and unless he wanted to get a Yakamana he wasn't going to ever know exactly what was going on in her head; no matter how hard he tried. One more sigh and he started walking.

"Hinata, I think you should go see your room here. For the time being at least, this will be your home, understood?" His voice was firm, solid, not exactly comforting, but his words were what Hinata really needed to hear.

She tenetivly nodded her head, and followed him. He did not solve her problem, but he did remind her that she did not need to worry about that sort of thing right now, nor would she need to for some time.

Her mood was restored to its former glory as she stepped into her new room, it really did seem as if everything was new today. The room was wonderful, pale blue walls accentuated the scenes and picture painted everywhere. Flowers, jungles, animals, castles you name it and Hinata could find it there. The two windows in her room let in more natural light than every room in the Hyuuga compound combined, her bed was almost as great as her pictures. It was a twin bed, but it looked so puffy that it made Hinata want to run and jump on it, something she had never done before in her life.