The Encounter ~ Private! Tatsu & Booky

Bookwoman, also called Asako, was a morning person. She was always up before the birds and ready to watch the sun rise from the walls of the village, enjoying the first rays of light and warmth of the day. Whenever she couldn't go, she would feel somewhat sad and not herself.
But today had been a good day and she had seen the large daily star rise and shine, giving her the simple joy she had for seeing it. And also putting her in a good mood, mood that had been ruined the day before by the sudden disappearance of her brother.

Her short, black and red hair had grown out and been tainted red again. It was now falling on her shoulders and bouncing up with each firm step she took. Her chest was still quite flat and her whole body figure quite male looking. But she had been training, trying to shape it up a little more and finally had gotten some hips and more muscles in her shoulders.

After sun rise watching, she was off to train. It had become some sort of a habit to take her shirt of then, leaving her in the bandages that covered her chest and belly till the waist down and to scream while doing a new move. It was simply to avoid to get her shirt torn (once again) and to keep encouraging herself to try over and over again some justus she was training. She was busy lately with perfecting her wind jutsu, wind being the only element she could handle right now.

She had been busy concentrating on her move, in the shadows of the tree, hiding most of her form to people who'd see her when she heard a sudden voice speak up.
"Why hello there, princess."
Asako jumped, releasing the jutsu by accident, and failing it. Seeing that she had missed again, Bookwoman groaned and glared fiercely up at the person who had dared to interrupt her. Her pale jade colored eye, sign of her blindness, was staring at the man's face, where she could only see the chakra points and veins, where a warm, red colored chakra was flowing in. Not recognizing it, she frowned.
"Who are you?" she asked on a warning tone of voice, her cheeks flushed red, just like the color of her hair.
The small woman had crouched down and was now trying to find her shirt back without much success.

Asa observed the man moving, her eyes narrowed, suspicious of any move he could make. She could follow him precisely, even telling which toe of his moved or which finger. His red chakra, even though dormant right now, left residues and traces in his chakra system, giving her the possibility to see everything.

"Don't just assume I'm incapable of seeing anything." she growled at him, hearing what he had said to himself. "I can see you...Just not like you see."
She scolded herself, having almost letting something slip she shouldn't have. She was in another village, not even her own in Sunagakure. And just randomly tell about a bloodline to a stranger would be simply stupid and idiotic to a whole other level than training without a shirt when random people could pop out of nowhere to see her.

He stepped closer and by instinct, Bookwoman hid somewhat more behind the tree. What the hell did this guy want from her? He was checking her out, she just knew it, since his head moved a little, like, tilting from one side to the other, staring at her.
Suddenly, he grabbed for something; she couldn't see what, but it was hanging on the tree apparently. He came closer, more than just one step and the red head froze on the spot, especially startled by his words.

Needing him? What the...She didn't need anyone! Not even her stupid brother! She could do things on her own, she wasn't just a random weak and handicapped person! What was he-
Her train of thoughts stopped when she suddenly realized he had grabbed her wrist and placed her shirt in her hand.
Flabbergasted, speechless, Asa blinked at the shirt, back to Tatsu and then again at her shirt. Realizing that she had the precious piece of clothing in her possession again, she slipped it on without thanking him.

When it was finally on, her hair was messy but her face had taken back it's suspicious, sorta angry and curious look. She narrowed her visible eye, seemingly to glare at him while no emotions could be shown in the pale jade colored iris. Then, she sighed, hanging her head in defeat and crossed her arms around her chest, incapable of snapping at the man, mostly because she was grateful to him for having given her shirt back.

"I decided to travel to train my eye and ended up here." she replied curtly.

Asako hesitated, leaning on one leg to the other, clearly unsure of what to do or say. He was stronger than her, she could sense that. And more experienced too. She might have remembered most of her memories, it still didn't mean that she was strong enough to beat him. Or most people for all that mattered. She was on a jounin level when it comes to medical jutsu but weaker than some genin when it came to offensive strength.

What also bothered her was how much this person seemed to respond like her first companion after she had been let go as a fully pledged bookwoman. Cheerful, sort of obnoxious and very sure of himself.
And she just couldn't tell him to shut it and stop assuming ridiculous things like she would do with Yakate.
Another sigh, accompanied with a slight blush on her pale traits, escaped her lips and the young woman mumbled:
"Thanks for the help..."

Did this guy even listen? She had said everyone called her Bookwoman, which was indeed more a title than a name, but it was still the given title everyone gave and called her with. Not Asa, Asako, Hyosuke or whatever else. Bookwoman was the name and only an idiotic Rapunzel in Suna could call her by that stupid three letter nickname.

Well, whatever. He was boring her and she had work to do as a Bookwoman. She wasn't interested in hooking up with a random person and now that she had her shirt on, it felt as if she had a new found courage to give him a cold shoulder like she usually did with people. And she felt much better once she could do that, feeling on a more secure and familiar terrain than having to be nice and polite.

Besides, was she really a ninja? Somewhere yes, in her past she had been once and Yakate had thrown her back in that world. But she was first of all a Bookwoman, a history researcher and she had done her job in Chigakure already. So, why would she want to spend another night here while she could sleep in a tree on her way back home?

"Are you an idiot? Why would I want to spar with you?" she finally replied, her arms still crossed over her chest. "Besides, I need to go home. The Idiotic Rapunzel will worry if he comes home before me."

And on that, she turned around, leaving him behind. If he wanted to follow her, she wouldn't mind as long he followed her pace. If he stayed behind...She's maybe regret not having talked more to him but that would be all.
After all, as a Bookwoman, having feelings or emotional attachments was something taught to be dangerous and unnecessary. And from what she had learned from personal experience, they only held you back...