Aiko's Point of View
I leaned against the cool stone wall of Takeda Shingen's home. My blush was consuming my whole face. I can't believe he saw me! I'm so embarrassed. I crouched down with my back still against the stone wall as I hid my face in my hands. "That's so embarrassing! I cannot believe the Dokuganryū saw me dancing..." slowly I ran my fingers thru my hair; only to have them freeze.
My comb was gone. I quickly stood up and allowed my hair to sway behind me to its full waist length. Oh no. Where could it be? That comb was a gift; one that I held close to heart; only second to the women in my team. I shot off in search of the only thing that I loved with all my being. "How could I be so careless?" I scolded myself while landing on top of a roof. My eyes narrowed as I looked out across the grounds.
A kunai landed only inches from the person's foot whom stood behind me. "Whoa. Easy there!" my eyebrow started twitching. I knew that voice anywhere. "Hi to you to, good lookin'." I turned and growled at him. He smirked in return while having his hands up in front of him. "What? Can't I say hi to a fellow shinobi? Mainly you, of all people, Aiko."
I stuck out my leg and swept his from from under him so he could crash against the tiles of the roof. "Sarutobi Sasuke... What do you want?" I asked while glaring at him as said man laid on his back. My blush had long since vanished as I took this as a chance to twist my hair into a high bun and sticking two black and silver chopsticks to hold the bun in place. Hanging from a thin chain that was connected to the end of both hair pieces was a silver dragon curled around a navy blue orb. They were once my mothers before that day; the day before she had given me her families heirlooms that were passed down from Mother to Daughter. I ran my hand over the clasp of my black leather collar. Underneath hid the most disgusting thing about me; the reason I will never have children or a husband of my own.
"Aw, why don't you leave your hair down? You look better that way." Stated the male shinobi as he stood back up; only to reach out for my hair sticks. I slapped his hand away and held a needle at his throat. "Jeesh. Why so hostile? Did the Dokuganryū get you that hot and bothered." My face heated at his double meaning. "I just wanted to see you with your hair down is all."
I glared at Sarutobi Sasuke. "Last time I checked you weren't my husband or a sibling of mine. You have no right to see me with my hair down." I scowled while stashing the needle away.