Reaching up, slowly as to not startle the bird that had chosen to use his shoulder as it's perch, he gently rubs his finger against its feathered chest, getting a happy chirp in response. When it did this, he smiled, even more, laughing softly under his breath. Times like this made him wonder why the world was such a mad place, and then he remembered. Because of war, differences in opinion, and other things like that. The thought made his smile drop, but not very far, until he heard a quiet shuffling behind him.<br/><br/>The bird flew off, and he lets his eyes follow it's ascent into the sky, before turning to look over his shoulder. Hikari was there, trailing behind him, as if she had known what was going on, and not wanting to bother him. He forces a smile towards her, before looking on ahead. "It seems that for some reason Tsunade thinks we work well together." He keeps his hands behind his back, keeping the pace from before, looking once more at Hikari as she moved up to walk next to him.<br/><br/>"I just don't like it when people interfere...especially in things that don't involve them, or it shouldn't." He wasn't just talking about Lady Tsunade, but Kakashi as well, and he was sure that Hikari might guess that too. However, for the reason behind it, was completely different from what she might be suspecting. She didn't know of the confrontations he's had with Kakashi, the seething annoyance he felt for that man. In all honesty, he wished the older shinobji would back off, but he knew that Kakashi wouldn't do such a thing since he was loyal to whatever mission he was given.<br/><br/>For a while, they just walked in silence, content with being by each other's side, until he spoke up again. "You know that Ryuu really likes you right?" He glances at her from the corner of his eye, before looking on ahead. "I think he'd rather it was him in my shoes right at this moment. He hates that you're getting close to me, and not him." He knew he was talking a lot more than usual, it was just the quiet was getting to him, and when he was silent, the voices in his head wouldn't shut up, constantly barraging his mind with words, with ideas, and he wanted it to stop.