The Tranquility of the night.

What drew Kouichi from the walls of Caislin? There was no storm coming. No static to call him. Yet he wanted to just keep walking. His brown all season jacket zipped up, and the hood over his head. One might say he looked more like he belonged in a snowy area. The bandanna that usually kept his hair up, was pulled down over his mouth to hide his breath. He even wore regular jeans. That itself was rare. The blonde bangs that hung in his face seemed lost in the fluffy fabric of his hood. A special belt held his katana and wakizashi.

The wooden geta sandals seemed to find the roots of trees. The small wooden blocks that lifted the sandal from the ground, never seemed to get caught or trip him up. Closed eyelids made him appear blind to the untrained eye. Yet he did not reach for anything. Nor did he seem impaired. No, it was more aware. Yet something was still wrong. The situation caused an unsettling feelings that forced him to caress the hilt of his wakizashi. "I could swear.... " He whispered.

With a lazy jump, he was tossed forward through a bush. Finding himself at the edge of the lake. "Oi, that would have been bad..." He mumbled. Staring with slight confusion at the bank of the water. "I wonder..." He began to turn, only to spot a female relaxing alone. "Oh... Good evening.." His right hand lifted, scratching his right cheek nervously. "I didn't mean to bother you. I'll leave you be." With a simple martial artist bow, he began to turn away.

"Aizawa Kouichi." With a slight bow, he perched himself upon an above ground root and bent his knees to lower his stance. "Where I hail from?" His smirking face crossed into a confusion. He thought for a moment. "I suppose the best answer is to simply say I hail from Japan." He shrugged it off, as though it didn't bother him that he didn't remember his hometown.

With a sigh, he began to scratch at his right cheek with a single finger tip. "And yourself? I'm sure you weren't born here... No, you're far to exotic." His smirk never left his lips. As though it was simply how his face fell. The slits that allowed his vision staying invisible to the average person. His gaze was focused upward. Gazing with a bored expression towards the sky.

He didn't wait for an answer though. He began to speak once more. "Clear skies are boring... I wish it'd at least get cloudy..." He sounded disappointed. Giving him a very childish manner.

"Yes, exotic. Not that its rare. This is our little piece of paradise." His tone was like the waves of the ocean. yet his smirk never faded. "I am a street performer. From juggling to acrobatics." The lids of crystal ball like eyes opened. The electric blue hues seemed lost within a fury of electrical static. As if to examine her better. "I suppose swordmanship is my hobby."

"And yourself?" His eyes once more closing, as he lifted a hand to pull the bandanna from his face more. The moon light illuminating him in such a way an eery way. Though his stare seemed locked directly ahead of him, his gaze continued to watch this new comer. Blond hair seemingly lazily combed.

"From katana and wakizashi, to yari and naginata. Sickle and chain, to hand-to-hand. Samurai train in all of these and more." He snickered, and his smirk grew wide. Like a child proud of his painting, he gazed over at the woman. Compared to some that he met, she was completely harmless. He could have gone on about principles and even different opinions on these weapons, but he thought she got the idea. "And yourself? I'm guessing, a Chinese swordsmanship, or perhaps war fans?"

Perhaps she was even truly harmless with no combative ability. His mind began to stumble a slight bit. Why did an unarmed, harmless person make him nervous. Left leg beginning to lift, he then planted it so that he was perched, using the sole of his sandal to grip the root on either side. His knees bent and pointing out. Imitating a monkey using a tree branch to stand.

His knees shot straight. Sending him up into the air. Yet the timing was out of synch, on purpose. This low skip, sent him directly to her side. Though it was only a mere foot or two. Without looking at her, or losing his smile. His right hand lowered and pushed the circle blades back to her with a gentle push. "Do you feel proud of those blades?" His tone had changed, as though he was beginning to get annoyed.

His hand retreated and slowly he began to draw his own katana. The cold steel shimmered faintly in the moon light. Still the blade did not come out fully. Simply enough to reflect the moon light. His head lifted and turned to gaze at her. His smiling face seemed to argue with his tone. "Let's hope you never have to shed blood with them."

"I chose the sword, because of how powerless I am." His right hand released the hilt of his sword, and it fell back into its sheath. His eyes locked on his palm. Cracking his neck, he sighed. How could he explain it to someone outside his family? "I come from a long line of element-users. Though I was the first to be born with the ability of self-mutilation." A huff of breath escaped. And he made a tight fist. "Unfortunately... I'll have to refuse such a kind offer. Sitting with you, would prove... troublesome." His smile began to fade, before he sighed. "I'm rather limited on how close I can be near females... Contact is nearly impossible." His head turned away, and he stared at the sky once more. "Probably the worst thing a man could be afflicted with, and I live with it peacefully."

"No, no. Raaja-san. You misunderstand... I have gynophobia. It mean's I have an irrational fear of women." He couldn't help but burst out in an amused chuckle. "It started at the end of my seventeenth year. My mother kicked me out. It seemed so important she would scream and tell me I was unwanted. Since then, I just have been fearful of women." He shrugged it off and his knees bent outward once more. As though he really didn't care what they talked about as long as he had his distance. "I don't like many men either... That's a habit I formed in practicing kendo when I was young. After I left home I trained in kenjustu and started wielding a real blade." His lips snapped shut and tightly pulled into his mouth. "I'm ranting sorry... I can shut up." His lips pulled back into his mouth and he chuckled and smiled childishly. His street performer lifestyle and habits showing wildly as he seemed so focused on examining the root to figure new ways to balance.

"No offense taken. It's not something I can change." He chuckled and looked back at his companion. "Ask away, if I don't wanna answer, I'll tell ya'." His childish smirk no less that friendly. He thought for a moment, what would have possibly come into that head of her's? What had he said, or skipped over that would grant the need for answers? Though then again he really wouldn't know until she asked the question. Then, as though he was struck with a sudden boredom, he drew the wakizashi. The short blade shimmering in the moon light, as he held it above his head to inspect the steel blade. Hos odd that his mind wandered so quickly, but he couldn't help it. His brow pulled in tightly in an annoyed manner as he still listened to her, awaiting her answer.

"What I treasure the most?" The question baffled him slightly. What he treasured? In fact he had never had anything to protect, let alone treasure. Still, after a moment he shrugged. "I have nothing." It didn't seem to phase him any. "I suppose its my life. To live on." Yet the second question truly caught him off guard. Why was he powerless? How to explain it. How to make it make sense. "Have you ever seen the Japanese paper lanterns? They are beautiful, but if the flame gets too high, it will burn up and disappear. I'm sorta like that... Electricity runs through me. Heating my insides up with friction, until I feel like I'm on fire." Yes, that explanation was the best.

"No, I'm powerless because I lack the will to kill myself. I will not accept it." He couldn't help but laugh. Did Raaja really think he was just being hard on himself? That was slightly naive. "Lightning... In my family, I possess the power of electricity. Uncontrolled, and unpredictable. If I limit the use and even the voltage, I have some control. Still, it burns away my body every time. What good is such a power." He gripped the hilt of his katana and smiled childishly without any worry. "So if I can't depend on my power, I'll rely on my strength. That way I'll live on."