Despair. [Iwa Shinobi, Tsuchikage, Rei?]

He could do nothing to save her, not one last damned thing. His feet were dangling on the side of his roof where he was sitting, his wings folded up on his back so neatly that they looked like just an extension of his clothing. His head was tilted down, his eyes staring down to the ground below the tall manor, a drifting sigh through his pale lips. The Amizaru manor was only 2 stories tall, and had a large roof for protection. Chilling winds would pass through the warm summer-like area, cooling his hot skin with the frustration, the depressing, and the annoying moods causing it. It was two weeks ago when she willingly left, or was taken from the village, his lover was taken from it. And he was only a Chuunin, someone would would not be able to do anything at all, except shoot arrows. His bow was laying beside him on the flat roof, a drifting wind causing the strings on it to shake some, and constrict. The rays of the sun came down on his bare skin of his arms and neck that had an intensity of darkness itself, but, he couldn't care less. Not even her returning to the village would make him anymore happy.

His eyes shifted from the ground and to the sky with the clouds passing just overhead. He wondered how long this depression was going to last. Rei was his lover, and he didn't think he was her's, but with all his heart, he would try and find her sooner or later, maybe in a month....when she's probably dead or something. He couldn't do anything without the Tsuchikage's permission and whatnot, not being a Jounin or something meant that he had to stay in the village at all times, seeing as it was Wartime. He couldn't do so much, not one thing.

[Short.]