Yamanaka Care

[Inokōdai Yamanaka]

- this had become a habit; neigh a right to do this. She has started the day in her room; dressing in the usual-and flashy looking kimono and attire. Mask firmed locked around her waist and her hair twisted back into the usual-high tie bun. It was what made her well...her, she took the entire look of Yamanaka-beauty to an entirely new level and was quite fetching if she must say so. She smiled, a rare feat but today had earned such a thing. She had been given the chance to perform a time honored ritual of the clan, and that was to walk to the center of the village and water a flower rumored to be older than the village itself.

- this was something she was glad to do; she dashed out of the door of the homestead and slowly began to walk forward and towards the center of konohagakure. People passing by-gawking, staring, jaws open as each step she took seemed so precise, so perfectly done. It seemed like she was so proper, even among clogs her balance did not stagger. Even among crowds her perfection did not waver. This woman had to uphold the beauty of the clan and did not fail to do so.

- each step forward, each motion through the hundreds of civilians and shinobi alike. She simply pushed past them, and offered through the masses with an unmatched and skillful ballet of movements. Her feet connecting to the ground; the clogs cracking across the ground but she never made a single sound. Why? Why was this? Slowly a soft melody could be heard; the young had begun to softly hum, her voice slowly turning into a song. Her voice as heavenly as the ground she stepped upon; warm, loving, caring, and perfectly tuned into harmony.

- "she's resplendent, so confident....La Seine, La Seine, La Seine~," slowly her arms extended; her steps widened and she pushed forward and into the fray. Her voice never hampering as she continued the nearly hypnotic melody. "I realize I'm hypnotized....La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. I hear the moon singing a tune....La Seine, La Seine, La Seine.....Is she divine? Is it the wine? La Seine, La Seine, La Seine ," slowly she leaned forward; the kimono keeping her comfortable as she slipped through not one but two small crowds of people. Her voice raising high and into the air as she began to twist on her feet; moving through the crowds like a graceful ballet.

- the various people taking a hard look at her, and eventually the masses seemed to split apart. Allowing a singular entrance through the mass of bodies. They all realized what was happening...it took a while but at least they seemed to make note of what she was doing. It was a Yamanaka thing, and as such an important part of the heritage, village bonding, and clan understanding. The young woman moved forward; her head slowly moving downwards and towards her feet as she bowed. Her feet never halting as she twisted and turned among the people. Dancing away like it was madness.

- "i don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why but that's how we are, the Seine and I~ I don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why but that's how we are, the Seine and I~," she continued forward with little halt. Gracefully stepping over toes and legs; pass the benches, and across the view of dozens of shopkeepers, merchants, food stands, weapon salesman, blacksmiths, gamblers, and even her own family members (clan) with little halt in movement or even distractions. The entire time she moved; she seemed to smile, and warmly move across the winds like a spinning flower in the breeze.

- "i feel alive when I'm beside, La Seine, La Seine, La Seine~ I feel so divine...so very divine when I'm beside, La Seine, La Seine, La Seine~ From this angle like an angel, La Seine, La Seine, La Seine~," her voice continued to carry over the distance; just as she was crossing over the pathway of the commonly visited restaurant district. The homeland to the Akimichi-clan, and at times Nara. A few of both seemed to stand on edge; across the side of the roads and slowly bowed their heads. They understood...better than anyone what this was about. They understood that this was a clan ritual, and that is must be upheld so that chaos does not begin to crack it's whip.

- "i don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why, that's how we are, the Seine and I~ I feel so divine, so heavenly divine. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine~ I don't know, don't know, so don't ask me why, that's how we are, the Seine and I~," slowly she stepped forward and twisted around on her front feet before simply leaning forward. Her grace carrying her as her head was but inches from the ground; one left slowly extended and she bowed to those behind her. "Upon the bridge, between the waves. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine~ The air we breathe, the bridge we seek. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine~," as she continued she turned, and dropped her body. Allowing her head to rise slowly to the heights.

- "learn to forgive, on the bridge we seek. This how we, neigh I and the La Seine, La Seine, La Seine~ That's how we are, the Seine and I~, That's how we are, the Seine and I~, That's how we are, the Seine and I~ are," as she finally finished up. She was but feet from the edge of a massive collection of stone, and wood. In the center, alone but noticed white-rose could be seen perfectly planted and tended in the middle of what felt like hundreds of acres of foliage. Crisp green blades of grass flooded the wake, warm and moist with morning dew. Soaked from the rains of the night before.

- it was simply paradise for her and her kind; slowly she leaned down. Dropping to a "curtsey" like stance to draw not only her clogs; but socks from feet and to the side. Her feet being pushed forward and onto the warmth of the moisture so that she could begin to move across the perfection on earth. Each step forward; the blades seemed to bend and bow to avoid being crushed under her weight. All while she curled her fingers across the ends of her kimono and held them up from the ground. That smile never seemed to leave her face; nor would it for this was one of the greatest days she had ever been through.

- it took some time but after a few steps across the field of grass, neigh the sea of nature she made it to the middle. A single watering can resting on the ground. She leaned down; fingers diligently curling around the handle as she pulled it from it's bed and slowly leaned it over the small-young and perfectly flawless rose and poured upon it a sweet nectar of life provided by the late rains last night. It always seemed to rain the day before, no matter when they planned to do this...it was as if the heavens wept at its beauty and wished to see it spring to life. This was the right....neigh the honor of all Yamanaka....the rite of passage into adulthood. Something all had to do once in their life..