Hidden Isle

Gokudera huffed and showed his trademark scowl when he heard his best friend (if not only friend) comment about his sneaky presence, coming out from behind the tree. His hair, silver like the moon, was still messily framing his face. Between his lips he was holding a cigarette, bad habit of the genin to find a way to calm his overly nervous nerves. The boy had his hands in his pockets and held a slouched position, somewhat showing challenge and that he didn't care with that attitude.

A well noted 'tsk' escaped from between his lips, eyes rolling to finally settle themselves on the female teenager who was now sitting on a root, feet dipping in the water of the lake, her robes becoming wet and half drenched. It was like a picture he had seen in some poem book filled with reproductions of old paintings. There was one of some goddess with very long black hair who was sitting on a root like this, feet in the water. Luckily, Mitsuki wasn't half naked on the picture (the fact the goddess had been half naked made Gokudera wonder if they already had porn back then), or the young male wouldn't have been able to get away of the situation without a heavy nose bleed.

He came closer and leaned against the root without any delicatesse or ceremony, one of his hands reaching for the cancer stick to take it between his fingers and exhale the smoke. Then, he crushed the burning object under his shoe and threw it in the water, knowing that she didn't like it when he smoked. The tree creator probably didn't like it either that he threw his trash in the water but right now he had no other place to where to put it, so the lake had become his bin for now.

Gokudera was surprised that the village hadn't attempted yet to separate them yet. After all, she was a precious treasure to them, wasn't she? The Senju being rare and well kept to have hopefully more shinobi capable of creating woods. He hated how the elders and heads of the village(s) thought, wondering how they could have become so corrupted while they had been shinobi too, being used to the desire of others, their feelings never being considered properly. He had promised himself at some point to not to turn into such a person.
He couldn't say monster, even though it would fit well in this situation in his mind. Why not? Well, wasn't he called a monster too after all? Wasn't he one for having this animal inside of him, making of him a demon as well.

He shot a glance at Mitsuki who seemed to be bored and needing some movement. For all he cared, he would have said "let's run from here and go somewhere else". He did love his Kage very much as well as his wife, but...But he didn't want to be stuck in this village anymore. He wanted to grow, to see more and maybe, maybe make friends with people who didn't know about his heritage.

"Nothing. Still the same. Train and become a good weapon and all that." he sharply replied, annoyed by the simple fact he had to mention those losers. "I should blow their faces up one day." he added, gritting his teeth.
The boy was itching for a new cigarette but kept his hands sagely in his pockets, also refraining himself from letting a bomb explode just for the fun of it.