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Mikage
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Whrrr ... Whrrr ...
With what could only be described as annoyance, the crow that had been sitting on a nearby electrical post let out a caw before extending its jet black wings, feathers ruffling slightly in the light breeze. Beady eyes sending one last glare at the source of its displeasure, wings pushed down in a powerful push that launched the creature into the air. A magnificent display of nature's gifts, if not for the extra undignified flaps that followed as the bird struggled to right itself, the weight of its disproportionate body suddenly deciding to ally itself with the gravity that kept most of earth's creatures on the ground. It seemed to be a common factor with all the smaller creatures in and around Konoha these days - perhaps due to the warmer weather, and the abundance of food being left around for them to scavenge.
Whrrr ...
Around and around it spun, rigid arms dully cutting through the air. The sound wasn't uncommon; many of the village's residents trained with the wooden doll, particularly those with an affinity towards the art of Taijutsu. Out of the training dolls located throughout the village, this was certainly well-oiled, lacking the cacophonous squeaks and screeches that many others had. Whoever maintained it was quite meticulous with its care. The dolls ranged from different shapes and sizes. This particular one had seven "arms" of different lengths, located unevenly throughout the solid wooden torso. Surprisingly, none of the arms were broken, yet it was obvious that it was well-used, several layers of the wood had peeled off.
Not that its current user was all that attentive to the condition of the object. Absentmindedly repeating single, alternative palm strikes against one arm of the doll, the kunoichi was lost in thought. A looming crisis swung by overhead, figuratively speaking, but a severe crisis nonetheless. The time she would have normally left a village was way overdue. Mikage had long overstayed her own comfort in Konoha - and because it was Hi no Kuni, that presented an even greater issue than any other land would have. After all, the Land of Fire was once what she called home. And that was no longer the case, not at all. No, simply being across the border was a likely death sentence. But yet here she was, still standing in the village of Konohagakure. Still here, still alive, still safe. It didn't feel right. Abruptly stopping midstrike, she hopped back lightly, scooping out her little rabbit doll from the ground.
"Onee-chan? Mikage doesn't know what to do. Let's go somewhere else. Ne?"
Speaking to the doll as though it was an actual person, holding it out at arm's length in front of her. It hung limply, empty eyes staring back at her, unresponsive. She - they - had to go. Somewhere. But where? Was there even a single place in the world fit for the two of them? Deep down, as deep as the oceans and beyond, perhaps some tiny speck within the fourteen year old knew that the rabbit doll wasn't going to reply to her. But as always, she pushed it even further down. Her sister was here. Her onee-chan, her precious Misaki. Even here, in Konoha, there was no difference. It was strange how everyone refused to acknowledge that her sister was here with her. How they all give her strange looks, avoided her, whispered to each other while casting glances her way. They were the weird ones.
"Nee-chan, where should we go?"
Home. Let's go home.
To an analyst of the human mind, a doctor of the mental facitilies, they would likely say that it was an imagined vocalization of her own desires. After all, who wouldn't want to go home, especially a child who had been on her own for so long? But Mikage had long since let go of her sanity. Nothing held her together in a stable manner anymore. And so the when the words registered in her head, lilac eyes widened, doubling in size. Misaki onee-san wanted to go home? Home, back to mother? Back to the place where her memories now fail her, the place where all she can remember is that she must stay away. Far, far away. Because going near it meant persecution. Going near home ... meant death.
But if her sister willed it, then it must be safe, right?
With what could only be described as annoyance, the crow that had been sitting on a nearby electrical post let out a caw before extending its jet black wings, feathers ruffling slightly in the light breeze. Beady eyes sending one last glare at the source of its displeasure, wings pushed down in a powerful push that launched the creature into the air. A magnificent display of nature's gifts, if not for the extra undignified flaps that followed as the bird struggled to right itself, the weight of its disproportionate body suddenly deciding to ally itself with the gravity that kept most of earth's creatures on the ground. It seemed to be a common factor with all the smaller creatures in and around Konoha these days - perhaps due to the warmer weather, and the abundance of food being left around for them to scavenge.
Whrrr ...
Around and around it spun, rigid arms dully cutting through the air. The sound wasn't uncommon; many of the village's residents trained with the wooden doll, particularly those with an affinity towards the art of Taijutsu. Out of the training dolls located throughout the village, this was certainly well-oiled, lacking the cacophonous squeaks and screeches that many others had. Whoever maintained it was quite meticulous with its care. The dolls ranged from different shapes and sizes. This particular one had seven "arms" of different lengths, located unevenly throughout the solid wooden torso. Surprisingly, none of the arms were broken, yet it was obvious that it was well-used, several layers of the wood had peeled off.
Not that its current user was all that attentive to the condition of the object. Absentmindedly repeating single, alternative palm strikes against one arm of the doll, the kunoichi was lost in thought. A looming crisis swung by overhead, figuratively speaking, but a severe crisis nonetheless. The time she would have normally left a village was way overdue. Mikage had long overstayed her own comfort in Konoha - and because it was Hi no Kuni, that presented an even greater issue than any other land would have. After all, the Land of Fire was once what she called home. And that was no longer the case, not at all. No, simply being across the border was a likely death sentence. But yet here she was, still standing in the village of Konohagakure. Still here, still alive, still safe. It didn't feel right. Abruptly stopping midstrike, she hopped back lightly, scooping out her little rabbit doll from the ground.
"Onee-chan? Mikage doesn't know what to do. Let's go somewhere else. Ne?"
Speaking to the doll as though it was an actual person, holding it out at arm's length in front of her. It hung limply, empty eyes staring back at her, unresponsive. She - they - had to go. Somewhere. But where? Was there even a single place in the world fit for the two of them? Deep down, as deep as the oceans and beyond, perhaps some tiny speck within the fourteen year old knew that the rabbit doll wasn't going to reply to her. But as always, she pushed it even further down. Her sister was here. Her onee-chan, her precious Misaki. Even here, in Konoha, there was no difference. It was strange how everyone refused to acknowledge that her sister was here with her. How they all give her strange looks, avoided her, whispered to each other while casting glances her way. They were the weird ones.
"Nee-chan, where should we go?"
Home. Let's go home.
To an analyst of the human mind, a doctor of the mental facitilies, they would likely say that it was an imagined vocalization of her own desires. After all, who wouldn't want to go home, especially a child who had been on her own for so long? But Mikage had long since let go of her sanity. Nothing held her together in a stable manner anymore. And so the when the words registered in her head, lilac eyes widened, doubling in size. Misaki onee-san wanted to go home? Home, back to mother? Back to the place where her memories now fail her, the place where all she can remember is that she must stay away. Far, far away. Because going near it meant persecution. Going near home ... meant death.
But if her sister willed it, then it must be safe, right?
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