"So, we meet again." Ibiki snarled. They were once again sitting in that same room, across the same old, square table. Even the potted tree in the corner was still there, albeit bigger.
"So it would seem." Skye answered calmly. Six years had passed, but her voice had not lost that dreamy, bell-like sound.
"Still insisting that you can talk to trees?"
"Insisting?" Sky tilted her head. "I'm not insisting anything if you're not willing to believe it."
"Good." Ibiki grinned. "Because I don't believe you."
"What were you doing in the forest outside the village?"
"That was my temporary living situation."
"I was going to sleep there for the night before your Anbu Black Ops attacked me."
"And the trees?"
"What about them?"
Ibiki sighed. This girl was continuously getting annoying. "They were twisted up."
"I was attacked by Leaf ninja." Skye repeated. "The trees were protecting me. It's just what they do for me."
Ibiki laughed. "That's crazy.
Skye closed her eyes and allowed herself a small smile before looking at the potted tree in the corner. "I see you are still close-minded." She said softy. "It's quite sad, actually."
"It's sad how people can be so limited, like they've only got one mindset. It's extraordinary how people can create new things, but half the time they're not original ideas. If only people could open their minds -" her eyes sparkled with mystery, "- to the possibilities."
All of a sudden the tree in the corner grew. Its branches stretched out and twirled around themselves as if it were dancing. Then they flung themselves at Ibiki and stopped an inch from where his face was. He yelled out and fell backwards off his chair. All at once, the tree returned to its original position.
Ibiki hoisted himself up using the table. "What the hell was that?" He roared at Skye. But Skye simply smiled, her eyes in a faraway place.