Kazuya has been your childhood friends for as long as you could remember. You both were trained and you both fought with or alongside each other. Every night, by the river, you both fought and you had only ever beat him a few times. He was strong. Very.

You were both ninjas, trained to fight and protect, or kill to defend. As a part of the same organisation, albeit different sectors, you two grew very close and the elders always assumed something. A comment here and there or a whisper in the air.

Safe to say, you did like him in a sense. Now, you were around 18 years old. Although, before you could utter a word of your feelings, the day you were prepared was the day he left. He left without you. He left with someone else. A girl, separate from the organisation, a sweet, angel looking girl.

And so, months had passed and he had come back. The autumn breeze passed by your room as the music lowered to something more calmer after the big ceremony going on outside of your home. You meditated, your mind away from him. He looked around after the ceremony celebrating his return but, of course, there was no sight of you.