Amegakure, late at night, in a small tavern.
Rain pattered against the window frame. The tavern was dimly lit, its air filled with the scent of sake and a faint dampness.
At this hour, there were no other customers, only the owner behind the counter, drowsily wiping glasses.
In a corner by the window, two people sat facing each other.
Konan had shed her daytime "angel" attire and changed into a purple kimono. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, making her look less aloof and a little more down-to-earth.
Holding a cup of sake, she gazed out at the unending rain, her eyes slightly unfocused.
Genya sat opposite her, likewise holding a cup of sake.
His coat hung over the back of his chair, and the collar of his black inner shirt lay slightly open.
Rain slid down the window, and the lamplight cast soft shadows across the side of his face.
"Konan, I never expected you to drink."
Genya chuckled, breaking the silence.
Konan glanced at him, the corners of her lips lifting.
"Did you think all I did was fold paper and stand in the rain?"
"Not exactly."
Genya raised his cup and took a small sip.
"I just thought someone like you would be... how should I put it? Above worldly pleasures?"
"That would be an angel."
Konan spoke quietly.
"I'm not an angel. I'm just Konan."
Genya looked at her, suddenly growing serious.
"To me, you're just Konan. Not some angel, not a founder of the Akatsuki. Just... well, the pretty older girl who spent an entire night talking to me about hopes and dreams in the Land of Fire Capital a few years ago."
Konan's hand paused around her cup.
She fell silent for a moment before speaking softly.
"Blue Bird... when that song