Feather's of Slumber

The mint-eyed Hyuuga wandered into his room and picked up the scroll again, reading it as his eyes narrowed in concentration. He decided he want to work on that anymore and decided to pick up a book, The title on the cover read “The Wonders of The Eye”. He read silently, absorbed in the text that explained the functioning of the oculus. Frowning, Zunair placed the book onto the table and leaned back in his chair, playing with his hair thoughtfully as he considered what he had just read.

While the vision was a glorious ability granted to most living organisms, in the case of humans, it was rather lacking. Compared to other animals Man was essentially blind; there were many natural flaws and limitations in a human’s vision. But the one that worried Masquerade the most was a human’s poor night vision trait. In the dark, humans could barely distinguish their surroundings, and for a ninja, such a thing was dangerous. To be incapable of maintaining full awareness of one’s surroundings left one vulnerable to a sneak attack. But there was a way to get past this predicament. Except he had the Byakugan, which was a power eye dojutsu strictly to his clan. He put the book down and decided he wanted to train again with the Healing Hands technique. He wants to improve on already the amazing jutsu itself. He wondered if he could save lives by learning this jutsu, even in its weakened stage.

Zunair opened the scroll back up and saw a more advanced version of the technique he wanted to perform. Taking out his kunai, he sliced his arm again, but a little deeper. This time, he decided to activate his Byakugan. Zunair followed the instructions and performed to following hand signs Bird - Boar- Dog - Dragon, almost a replica of the first but with an additional hand sign. Zunair watched as chakra more intensive chakra goes into his hand glow more perfidiously than before and he put his hand on his would and watched in amazement as it started to heal once again. He heard the usual medical ninjutsu is hard to learn but he feels like it's moderately easy. Maybe it is because of his Hyuuga training growing. How he excelled in chakra control at such a young age. Except now he feels like his energy has been depleted, maybe he isn't that good at chakra control. He wishes he wasn't like that, questioning his talents. He shakes his head.

It's time to head over to Onabi's, gathering some clothes, he was on his way. Perfect for a slumber party as it was already dark. Heading down the wooden path towards the lesser branches' homes, he would reach the door of his cousin and proceed with a knock, hopefully, he would let him in.

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Onabi was sitting at the bench of his piano looking at the keys of the piano. he pulled a old book of sheet music off of the shelves and flipped to the least sad song that he could think of. Onabi remembered that when he was a little smaller he really couldn't  understand why his mother would only play sad music so one day he finally managed the urge to ask his mother. Onabi regularly slept under the grand piano when the instrument was young and vibrant so he could listen to the beautiful notes that his mother would weave together like a masterful tapestry that laid out a magnificent story of love or a tragic tale of pain and loss. So one day when he was laying there listening to his mother play this sad song he taught of the title. 
"Mom?" Onabi sat up and rubbed at his eyes looking at his mother playing at the keys even though she was bound to a wheelchair from her illness."Yes darling?" Her smile was still warm like the sun she looked at him like he was the one true thing in this world. "There is both loves joy and loves sorrow, so why do you always play loves sorrow?" He was confused Love's joy was such a delightful song with imagery of open prairies where buffalo roam and bees fly pollinating the fast fields a beautiful flowers. But loves sorrow was sad a song of a final goodbye, a song of letting go. She smiled and slowly reached out and put her hand on his cheek. It was cold and her hand was necrotic but he could feel the love behind the embrace. "I play it so..." she reached out with her other arm and carried him into her lap. "You will get used to the sorrow." 
Onabi was always taught that we were all connected just like the notes on a page are intermittently connected it's shared by us all through music, But then why did he feel alone? He started to play. Clair de lune. 'Your soul is a select landscape,
Where charming masqueraders and bergamaskers go, Playing the lute and dancing and almost, Sad beneath their fantastic disguises. All sing in a minor key Of victorious love and the opportune life, They do not seem to believe in their happiness, And their song mingles with the moonlight, With the still moonlight, sad and beautiful, That sets the birds dreaming in the trees, And the fountains sobbing in ecstasy, The tall slender fountains among marble statues.' Paul Verlaine, 1869. Clair de lune a piece of music that was inspired by this poem. the music that spills of the piano is a sad tone. A tone of some sort of happy-sad. If he could describe the feeling it’s like he is an old man looking back at his beautiful life on his deathbed, the whole deal. The love, hate, good times bad times, you get the idea. The thing is he is young and he have no idea what’s ahead of him . There’s a sense of wonder in that piece that he can’t put my finger on. The song spills out of the room and fills the air. the sound of this song could reach the main branch. and with its music he hoped that no matter who heard it they would feel the sadness from it like he did. he went through all 5 minutes of the song before he realized that someone was at his door. Tears still falling from his chin he made his way past the locked doors that he dared not to open again and found himself sliding his front door open to greet his elder cousin. Onabi's eyes went wide and quickly he wiped away the tears.
"Hi. welcome to my home." Onabi gave off a warm welcome and stepped aside to let Zunair in.

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"Thank you for having me," Zunair smiled with a quick nod to the younger Hyuuga. Zunair noticed the expression on Onabi's face, tinted red with a hint of sadness that he was trying to hide behind a smile. It almost looked like he just got done crying. Zunair wondered what that could be about. "Were you crying? Is something wrong?" The mint eyed Hyuuga said with a concerning look on his face. Was it the melodic music that he was playing before he got there? The music sounds came with sadness and sorrow, filling the air with melancholy. Entering Onabi's home and grabbing Onabi's hand leading him to place to sit.

Finding a couch, he made Onabi sit down while Zunair sat next to him, "would you like to talk about it," Zunair question, knowing he must have been going through some sort of stage of depression. Onabi, all alone and having to deal with his sadness must be hard. Zunair just had to be there for the runt. Zunair then rested his hand on Onabi's shoulder, hoping to give him some sort of comfort to open up to Zunair.