<strong>Chisoyo Sarada ~ Day One ~ 8:07 A.M. ~ Seretei: NorthWest</strong><br/><br/><br/>Chisoyo's hair fluttered elegantly as she approached the unknown figure. The more and more she grew closer, the more she recognized the figure. It was none other than Murea. Chisoyo had rarely gotten along with her, being the fact that she often feels whenever she speaks to her it goes through one ear and out the other. The only excepting that could prove Chisoyo was just being stubborn was that there was always something going on with either one every time they communicated. This time, it was just the two of them up on the rooftop. "Do you come up here often? It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked trying to break some of the tension. The two never had any real reason to speak to one another, and her own cold personality made it hard for Chisoyo to communicate properly.