There was a storm brewing, the winds were strong and sent sharp whips of crisp strikes across the face as you walked outside. Everyone had retreated inside to save themselves the pain of having to go about the entire day being attacked by the weather. I had found myself inside the small place of books and scrolls, reading and leaning against one of the many shelves with a pillow behind my back a blanket over my legs. I looked up from the book I held loosely in my hands to peer out the closed window and watched as the window rattled against the breeze.
The wind spoke in its own words, one no one would understand of this world. It died down, but only for a few moments before coming back stronger than before. The breeze made the lines of clothing that were hanging to dry fly around with strain of having to remain in their place or they'd be flying off into the sky to never be seen again. I looked down at the book in my hands and turned the aged page and began to read the words along the parchment, a sense of calm warfted over my form as the feeling of total relaxation and isolation washed over me nicely, I loved being alone, I really did.
I flicked up my eyes, looking towards the end of the aisle, I wasn't in this building by myself, but I was in my own space and that gave me the isolation I loved. I was here with Shisui, he had followed me here after finding out I was to go to the library to read, he was reading the scrolls on genjutsu that we had gathered after all this time from many different villages and was beginning to train himself in his Uchiha kekki genkai of the sharingan and the genjutsu they possessed, he didn't want help, so I didn't give him any, he hadn't asked to see his father for two weeks and was beginning to worry me.
the window rattled with even more force, I turned to face the thin glass as it shook and creaked as it tried desperately to stay in place. I pursed my lips, sighing softly to myself and closed the book with a soft thud, moving the blanket off of my legs and stood with the book tightly in my grasp. I turned towards the shelf and returned it to its place before picking up the blanket and beginning to fold it while walking towards the window, the blanket hanging over my arm. I stared out the window, watching the grass and flowers sway madly, following one unlucky rose that broke from the stem and began to get thrown across the ground.
"All good things, must come to an end"
