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Going back [Kiri -> Kumo] Thu Jan 09, 2014 7:13 pm
Misoka
D-rank
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“I am so glad we are finally leaving that village.”
“Yeah, worst vacation ever. Suddenly war breaks out and we get almost killed. I’m so looking forward to coming home.”
Misoka couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy as she involuntarily overheard the young couple’s conversation. The word 'involuntary' fit quite well, given the fact that the two were standing only few feet away from her on the deck while she was waiting for the ANBU shinobi to return - The man, whose name she still didn’t know and frankly speaking, she wasn’t keen on making one up for him, either.
Morosely, she pulled the hood deeper over her face, but that couldn’t fool her sense of hearing of course. The boy had said "home".
When will I ever be home again? It was a childish, ridiculous question to ask herself. What home did she have in the first place? Needless to say, the clan estate felt like a prison to her. And the house she had been living in with her family for fifteen years of her life? She used to call it home, yes, and she used to feel completely at ease there.
After her mother’s death, however, all of that had changed. From one moment to the other, the whole place would reek of desolation and guilt.
Sleepless nights. Her cheerful father turning into a living corpse who would go days without raising his voice once. She hadn’t been any better: a nervous wreck among other people, especially men. She had spent two years mustering up the courage to apply for a Genin squad. And even then, she would constantly dread the high probability of her sensei being a man, of male team mates.
Misoka grimaced at the memory. So, so pathetic.
The return of the ANBU shinobi was a welcoming distraction from her thoughts.
She didn’t bother to pull down her hood, not because there might be enemies of hers aboard – no, she had already scanned the area thoroughly. But she liked revealing her face or perhaps it just was some sort of habit she had picked up again as fugitive.
Sneaking a glance at the ANBU from below her lashes, Misoka decided to greet him curtly,”What took you so long?”
About everything seemed wrong in these five simple words. Approximately five minutes couldn’t exactly be called “long”. Furthermore, she had formulated the question in such an incurious tone that it was obvious that she didn’t care about his answer, should she get one at all.
Just… cold and aloof.
The guilt kicked in right afterwards. Almost sheepishly, she cleared her throat, trying to think of anything else to say which would make up for her lame attempt at starting a conversation.
But not too surprisingly, nothing came to her mind and so she simply remained silent, watching the ferry take off and their journey begin.
492/600
“Yeah, worst vacation ever. Suddenly war breaks out and we get almost killed. I’m so looking forward to coming home.”
Misoka couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy as she involuntarily overheard the young couple’s conversation. The word 'involuntary' fit quite well, given the fact that the two were standing only few feet away from her on the deck while she was waiting for the ANBU shinobi to return - The man, whose name she still didn’t know and frankly speaking, she wasn’t keen on making one up for him, either.
Morosely, she pulled the hood deeper over her face, but that couldn’t fool her sense of hearing of course. The boy had said "home".
When will I ever be home again? It was a childish, ridiculous question to ask herself. What home did she have in the first place? Needless to say, the clan estate felt like a prison to her. And the house she had been living in with her family for fifteen years of her life? She used to call it home, yes, and she used to feel completely at ease there.
After her mother’s death, however, all of that had changed. From one moment to the other, the whole place would reek of desolation and guilt.
Sleepless nights. Her cheerful father turning into a living corpse who would go days without raising his voice once. She hadn’t been any better: a nervous wreck among other people, especially men. She had spent two years mustering up the courage to apply for a Genin squad. And even then, she would constantly dread the high probability of her sensei being a man, of male team mates.
Misoka grimaced at the memory. So, so pathetic.
The return of the ANBU shinobi was a welcoming distraction from her thoughts.
She didn’t bother to pull down her hood, not because there might be enemies of hers aboard – no, she had already scanned the area thoroughly. But she liked revealing her face or perhaps it just was some sort of habit she had picked up again as fugitive.
Sneaking a glance at the ANBU from below her lashes, Misoka decided to greet him curtly,”What took you so long?”
About everything seemed wrong in these five simple words. Approximately five minutes couldn’t exactly be called “long”. Furthermore, she had formulated the question in such an incurious tone that it was obvious that she didn’t care about his answer, should she get one at all.
Just… cold and aloof.
The guilt kicked in right afterwards. Almost sheepishly, she cleared her throat, trying to think of anything else to say which would make up for her lame attempt at starting a conversation.
But not too surprisingly, nothing came to her mind and so she simply remained silent, watching the ferry take off and their journey begin.
492/600
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