All grown up.

[Inception]

"She's not a kid anymore."

"It couldn't have been that long ago, you're pretty young looking yourself."

"I may look young but...heheheh."

"..."

Masashi couldn't help but chuckle at the elderly calling him an adolescent. Regardless of apparent age, he was an aged veteran of life. Having lived for hundreds of years; since before the children walking along edge's cliff were even a thought, Masashi was waranted a laugh. The grandparents gazed into each others eyes and strengthened their weakening grip of each other, just as the carriage came to a stop and the curtain was opened. Sunlight showered them, and departing was the laughing oaf Masashi, that offered a wave to the suspicious couple before disappearing in the light.

Before him was a hill, covered in lush grass and expanding till the end of the visible world. On that field though, that was the important thing. A hut of sorts, ushering smoke from its chimmney to the cloudless skies above. Dressed in nothing but the usual kimono, hakama, and geta, he strode along the pathway littered with decorative stones to the doorstep.

Masashi stoked his chin while standing there, thinking of words to tell her. After a few moments spent staring at the door his hand tapped it lightly, followed by a louder knock.

[Cor]

The hut was silent for a moment as his hand retreated from the door. He took a small step back and focused his attention on the large, solid door. He couldn't exactly place what type of wood the door was, but it looked relatively thick, as if the woman he once knew needed whatever many inches of wood as protection from whatever outside sources were looking for her. He thought about why she could need such a heavy door for. He remembered the girl vividly; she was intelligent and witty, beautiful, slender...soothe things that could make a best friend, a best friend. As the nostalgia blissed his mind, the thick door creeped open. His eyes looked straight ahead, awaiting the beauty that they so longed for after all those years. ''W-Who are you? What do you want?!'' a soft voice cried out from behind the door. The hut inside was completely dark.
''I'm...I'm here to see Kyanori. My name is Masashi. May I please talk to her?'' he replied sternly, trying to keep his composure and his cool after the uninviting welcome.
''Then come in...'' A woman appeared from behind the door. Her face was hidden behind a hood, attached to her long, tan leather robe. She moves to the side, allowing Masashi enough room to enter the hut comfortably. With caution he did so, thanking the woman for allowing him to enter the home. ''Is Kyanori here, madam?'' he queried. The woman stopped and turned to face him. Looking at him from underneath her robes, her dull green eyes glowed in the dying light of the weak flame in the fire pit, only three feet away. He was stunned by her eyes; the eyes he had once fallen in love with were now tarnished and tired. The girl he once knew had advanced and evolved. ''I am Kyanori. Hello Masasho. How long has it been since we've last seen each other?'' she inquired softly, removing her robe and exposing her long, red hair. That red hair, he remembered, had always smelled like te raspberries that grew along their town's borders. ''Too long, '' he replied with a sigh and a long look on his face. ''And too far away, we have been.''