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Mikage
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Ring.
Ring. Ring.
Softly sounding, each ring of the three tiny bells rang melodiously together in perfect synchronization. To the untrained ear, it would appear to be a single note, curiously complex. The anklet had been made with precise hands, skillfully attached with three bells that differed from each other by an almost insignificant measure of size. But that was enough to change everything, altering the pitch of each bell and allowing them to all sound slightly different.
Ring.
The beautiful ringing sound would never stop. Not even if the person wearing the anklet was immobile. As long as she was still alive, still had chakra flowing through her, the bells would continue to ring in an never ending song. Such was the case with any resonating item on the body of a Kotone clan member. And as the child of the current clan head, Mikage was no exception. There was no stopping it, no escaping it. It was a gift, a blessing, something to be embraced.
Mikage sat atop of the low roof of a building, legs swinging freely over the edge. It was evening already, the intense temperatures of the desert beginning to recede, the sudden drop in temperature coming as quite the surprise to the fourteen year old. When she thought of the Land of Wind, with it's renowned desert surroundings, she had expected hot temperatures only, a constant supply of heat that would remove any requirements for thicker layers. A shiver ran through her body, but she couldn't be bothered to go find something else to cover up her small frame. Tonight, she was no longer in the present. Lilac-coloured irises were darkened in the night, staring off into the distance. Beside her, in a tattered mess, was the white rabbit plushie that she had brought with her upon arriving to Sunagakure. At the time, it had been in perfect condition. It would still be in a nice condition had she not been plagued with a sudden surge of rage earlier in the day.
What had occurred a few hours before was still fresh in her mind, but no longer brought about the same feeling of uncontrollable rage as it had at the time. She had spent most of the day wandering through the village marketplace, admiring all the pretty things that were being sold. When it came to the village interiors, to Mikage, it didn't differ much from the other villages she had visited. Bustling with people, sights, smells, sounds. This was all well and good. She attracted curious stares as she walked, her white attire drawing attention. Of course, it wasn't suitable to wear such light coloured clothing that could so easily be stained, specially when the ends of her dress occasionally dragged across the dirt and sand-filled roads. And on top of that, she was barefoot, walking without a single amount of protection for her feet. Even if it was too hot to wear shoes, the people in Sunagakure generally wore something, sandals to protect the soles of their feet against the ground which absorbed heat so well. But that didn't matter to her. Mikage thrived on the attention given to her, regardless of the reason. The fact that people had their eyes on her helped to affirm that she was still there, that she held an existence. It wasn't under a flower-selling child approached her that things went downhill. The child looked only a year or two younger than Mikage herself, a young boy holding a large basket of flowers.
She had said no. That should've been the end of it. Just a simple refusal, and then turn away, the same tactic used against any approaching vendors. But the red rose sitting right in the middle of the basket, nestled among the other flowers caught her eye. It's vibrant red, standing out against the other colors. The red rose that her sister loved so much. Delicate petals of crimson, with threatening thorns that only served to add to its beauty. The child must have noticed where her attention with directed.
"Would you like to buy it? It's a real rose, and this is the best one that I've picked all week. It will look better than that fake rose on your shoulder."
Mikage froze, gaze flickering to her shoulder, where a blue rose was sewn onto the dress. That's right. Blue roses had always been her favourite. But they didn't exist. Not unless they were artificially created. There was no such thing as a blue rose. They didn't exist. They shouldn't exist. Their color pigmentation defied the natural order of things. Just like her. Her existence defied everything, had brought about chaos, the death of her sister.
The basket of flowers was knocked to the ground, and the white-haired female simply walking away, ignoring the protests made by the child. But his words still rang through her head, repeating itself over and over as her memory dug out the words that her mother had once repeatedly uttered, mixing together in a chaos that left her feeling self-destructive. It took nearly two hours before she calmed down enough to regain rationality, the rabbit - which had thankfully become her target of choice as opposed to some stranger - a tattered mess.
Ring. Ring.
Softly sounding, each ring of the three tiny bells rang melodiously together in perfect synchronization. To the untrained ear, it would appear to be a single note, curiously complex. The anklet had been made with precise hands, skillfully attached with three bells that differed from each other by an almost insignificant measure of size. But that was enough to change everything, altering the pitch of each bell and allowing them to all sound slightly different.
Ring.
The beautiful ringing sound would never stop. Not even if the person wearing the anklet was immobile. As long as she was still alive, still had chakra flowing through her, the bells would continue to ring in an never ending song. Such was the case with any resonating item on the body of a Kotone clan member. And as the child of the current clan head, Mikage was no exception. There was no stopping it, no escaping it. It was a gift, a blessing, something to be embraced.
Mikage sat atop of the low roof of a building, legs swinging freely over the edge. It was evening already, the intense temperatures of the desert beginning to recede, the sudden drop in temperature coming as quite the surprise to the fourteen year old. When she thought of the Land of Wind, with it's renowned desert surroundings, she had expected hot temperatures only, a constant supply of heat that would remove any requirements for thicker layers. A shiver ran through her body, but she couldn't be bothered to go find something else to cover up her small frame. Tonight, she was no longer in the present. Lilac-coloured irises were darkened in the night, staring off into the distance. Beside her, in a tattered mess, was the white rabbit plushie that she had brought with her upon arriving to Sunagakure. At the time, it had been in perfect condition. It would still be in a nice condition had she not been plagued with a sudden surge of rage earlier in the day.
What had occurred a few hours before was still fresh in her mind, but no longer brought about the same feeling of uncontrollable rage as it had at the time. She had spent most of the day wandering through the village marketplace, admiring all the pretty things that were being sold. When it came to the village interiors, to Mikage, it didn't differ much from the other villages she had visited. Bustling with people, sights, smells, sounds. This was all well and good. She attracted curious stares as she walked, her white attire drawing attention. Of course, it wasn't suitable to wear such light coloured clothing that could so easily be stained, specially when the ends of her dress occasionally dragged across the dirt and sand-filled roads. And on top of that, she was barefoot, walking without a single amount of protection for her feet. Even if it was too hot to wear shoes, the people in Sunagakure generally wore something, sandals to protect the soles of their feet against the ground which absorbed heat so well. But that didn't matter to her. Mikage thrived on the attention given to her, regardless of the reason. The fact that people had their eyes on her helped to affirm that she was still there, that she held an existence. It wasn't under a flower-selling child approached her that things went downhill. The child looked only a year or two younger than Mikage herself, a young boy holding a large basket of flowers.
She had said no. That should've been the end of it. Just a simple refusal, and then turn away, the same tactic used against any approaching vendors. But the red rose sitting right in the middle of the basket, nestled among the other flowers caught her eye. It's vibrant red, standing out against the other colors. The red rose that her sister loved so much. Delicate petals of crimson, with threatening thorns that only served to add to its beauty. The child must have noticed where her attention with directed.
"Would you like to buy it? It's a real rose, and this is the best one that I've picked all week. It will look better than that fake rose on your shoulder."
Mikage froze, gaze flickering to her shoulder, where a blue rose was sewn onto the dress. That's right. Blue roses had always been her favourite. But they didn't exist. Not unless they were artificially created. There was no such thing as a blue rose. They didn't exist. They shouldn't exist. Their color pigmentation defied the natural order of things. Just like her. Her existence defied everything, had brought about chaos, the death of her sister.
The basket of flowers was knocked to the ground, and the white-haired female simply walking away, ignoring the protests made by the child. But his words still rang through her head, repeating itself over and over as her memory dug out the words that her mother had once repeatedly uttered, mixing together in a chaos that left her feeling self-destructive. It took nearly two hours before she calmed down enough to regain rationality, the rabbit - which had thankfully become her target of choice as opposed to some stranger - a tattered mess.
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