1 The Time of Her Life [Flashback/Private] Wed Jan 08, 2014 12:03 am
Kohaku
D-rank
Kohaku skipped along the road, waving goodbye to Mr. Wakashi after getting her hair done at his family’s hair salon. For an old man, he sure knew how to style her hair well. The curls seemed to bounce as she skipped, floating a bit with the wind. Her blonde locks shined in the bright sunlight as she made her way through the city of Iwakura, a large trade city in the Fire Country. Just a few blocks and she had arrived at her home. The sign over the building’s door displayed clearly the words “Nishimura Family Clinic”. The building stood only one story high and was big enough only to hold up to twenty patients at a time. The small building looked cramped and out of place among the bigger buildings of the city. It wasn’t at all like Iwakura’s downtown district with the towering skyscrapers, but the buildings were tall enough that you couldn’t see the great forest trees of the Middle River Forest that lay to the west of the city.
A loud, rickety wagon pulled alongside Kohaku as she made her way inside, the men driving the wagon stopping it abruptly. The horses whinnied and bucked at the sharp command. She paid them no mind, too lost in her happy skipping pace. Had she been more observant of the men that got out of the wagon behind her, she would’ve been as happy as she was right then. Approaching her father in the waiting room, Kohaku smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“Looking great as always, Kohaku,” he complimented her as always. “That Mr. Wakashi sure knows just how to make my girl look stunning.” He patted her on the head and smiled brightly.
A call came from the other room and her father turned around, pushed up his glasses and was off. he motioned for Kohaku to follow as he turned the corner, his gaze only focusing on his little girl as he left the waiting room. Had he stopped for a moment, his eyes might have caught the movement of two men with weapons and wearing hunter gear on their cloaks. Yet he did not, and so all he saw were the wonderful blonde locks of Kohaku and her radiant smile as she walked up behind him.
To most, Kohaku was strikingly pretty, although everyone would agree that when you watched her, her behavior resembled that of a small child. Her mannerisms would constantly mimic that of when she was only eight years old, even though she was presently nineteen. This made her quite the one to look at, drawing many lookers as she walked about the city, but no one went past that as she was so childish. This was her only, and probably biggest, fault in her character.
As the men stood in the waiting room, their hungry eyes followed her into the other room, ever watching her body gracefully skip along the sterile, tile floors. Her and her father went away into a separating room, where one of the patients was being healed by her mother. Kohaku was ordered to get bandages for the patient’s wounds, and so she continued on into the next room. She loved helping her parents with patients, seeing it as mending a bird with a broken wing so that it could fly again. Little did she know that these patients were actually rebels and soldiers of the White Horse Rebellion. This was the very end of the rebellion, but still many wounded came to the family’s clinic daily.
The men approached Kohaku’s parents in the patient’s room. By this time, several government troops had entered the building. One of the men stepped forward and bowed slightly before introducing. “The Daimyo of the Land of Fire thanks you for aiding our troops and his citizens. We are from the Lord Daimyo’s seventh brigade.”
The other man took a step forward as Kohaku’s parents finished treating the patient before them and turned to face the two officers. “That’ll be enough, Ichi. I am Colonel Tatsuya. It seems you have done more than just heal our troops.” The Colonel declared, turning his head and shouting an order to his men who had now entered the clinic. “Kill the rebels.”
Ichi turned from his calm demeanor to shock and faced the Colonel. “But sir, these men are wounded, under the laws of wa-”
“Do not lecture me on war, Lieutenant.” Colonel Tatsuyo spat. “And kill the doctors that harbored them. Let it be known that if you harbor the enemy, you will lose your lives.” Ichi again began to protest but the Colonel silenced him with his hand. Two swordsmen came into the room, Kohaku’s parents backed up to the wall.
Kohaku had just come back from the supply closet in the back of the clinic when she came down the hallway to the patient’s room where her parents had been. Something sounded odd from the raised voices coming down the hallway, there was lots of shouting and she could hear cries of pain and swords being unsheathed. These sounds were new to her and she didn’t like them. For a moment she paused, a few steps from the open doorway into the room as she saw the two swordsman come up and drive their swords into her parents’ bellies. The pain in their eyes made her scared and worried--no--terrified. Her mother fell down and was lost behind the patient’s table while her father’s body slumped onto the floor. Lying on his back, she saw his eyes roll up almost going into his head yet they froze when they reached her. The swordsman who had slain her father also noticed her standing in the hallway and turned to the Colonel.
“Run,” Kohaku heard her father through spurts of blood. “RUN!”
So she did. Dropping her basket full of bandages, she spun on her heels and ran back down the hall, turning left and out the back door of the clinic. Her eyes were wild and her breaths were short. Her summer dress flowed brilliantly in the sunlight as she ran. Even though it was such a bright and sunny day, Kohaku thought the day had turned dark. As she ran she could only see her parents lying on the ground and her father choking on his own blood. She dared not look back, for fear that the men were upon her. Taking different routes, she kept heading to the trees that were always out of view from the city. The one place she knew no man had come from. The city was where they were, so she fled from it.
Back in the clinic, the Colonel was told that the girl had escaped. He only grunted with a smile. “Not for long. I’ll see to it that she is caught. What a delicious figure, she had, a pity I’ll have to pay for her now.” With that, he left. The troops all gathered back into their respective wagons and they rode off. The clinic was never to be used again.
Training Genjutsu D-->C 1204/1500
A loud, rickety wagon pulled alongside Kohaku as she made her way inside, the men driving the wagon stopping it abruptly. The horses whinnied and bucked at the sharp command. She paid them no mind, too lost in her happy skipping pace. Had she been more observant of the men that got out of the wagon behind her, she would’ve been as happy as she was right then. Approaching her father in the waiting room, Kohaku smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“Looking great as always, Kohaku,” he complimented her as always. “That Mr. Wakashi sure knows just how to make my girl look stunning.” He patted her on the head and smiled brightly.
A call came from the other room and her father turned around, pushed up his glasses and was off. he motioned for Kohaku to follow as he turned the corner, his gaze only focusing on his little girl as he left the waiting room. Had he stopped for a moment, his eyes might have caught the movement of two men with weapons and wearing hunter gear on their cloaks. Yet he did not, and so all he saw were the wonderful blonde locks of Kohaku and her radiant smile as she walked up behind him.
To most, Kohaku was strikingly pretty, although everyone would agree that when you watched her, her behavior resembled that of a small child. Her mannerisms would constantly mimic that of when she was only eight years old, even though she was presently nineteen. This made her quite the one to look at, drawing many lookers as she walked about the city, but no one went past that as she was so childish. This was her only, and probably biggest, fault in her character.
As the men stood in the waiting room, their hungry eyes followed her into the other room, ever watching her body gracefully skip along the sterile, tile floors. Her and her father went away into a separating room, where one of the patients was being healed by her mother. Kohaku was ordered to get bandages for the patient’s wounds, and so she continued on into the next room. She loved helping her parents with patients, seeing it as mending a bird with a broken wing so that it could fly again. Little did she know that these patients were actually rebels and soldiers of the White Horse Rebellion. This was the very end of the rebellion, but still many wounded came to the family’s clinic daily.
The men approached Kohaku’s parents in the patient’s room. By this time, several government troops had entered the building. One of the men stepped forward and bowed slightly before introducing. “The Daimyo of the Land of Fire thanks you for aiding our troops and his citizens. We are from the Lord Daimyo’s seventh brigade.”
The other man took a step forward as Kohaku’s parents finished treating the patient before them and turned to face the two officers. “That’ll be enough, Ichi. I am Colonel Tatsuya. It seems you have done more than just heal our troops.” The Colonel declared, turning his head and shouting an order to his men who had now entered the clinic. “Kill the rebels.”
Ichi turned from his calm demeanor to shock and faced the Colonel. “But sir, these men are wounded, under the laws of wa-”
“Do not lecture me on war, Lieutenant.” Colonel Tatsuyo spat. “And kill the doctors that harbored them. Let it be known that if you harbor the enemy, you will lose your lives.” Ichi again began to protest but the Colonel silenced him with his hand. Two swordsmen came into the room, Kohaku’s parents backed up to the wall.
Kohaku had just come back from the supply closet in the back of the clinic when she came down the hallway to the patient’s room where her parents had been. Something sounded odd from the raised voices coming down the hallway, there was lots of shouting and she could hear cries of pain and swords being unsheathed. These sounds were new to her and she didn’t like them. For a moment she paused, a few steps from the open doorway into the room as she saw the two swordsman come up and drive their swords into her parents’ bellies. The pain in their eyes made her scared and worried--no--terrified. Her mother fell down and was lost behind the patient’s table while her father’s body slumped onto the floor. Lying on his back, she saw his eyes roll up almost going into his head yet they froze when they reached her. The swordsman who had slain her father also noticed her standing in the hallway and turned to the Colonel.
“Run,” Kohaku heard her father through spurts of blood. “RUN!”
So she did. Dropping her basket full of bandages, she spun on her heels and ran back down the hall, turning left and out the back door of the clinic. Her eyes were wild and her breaths were short. Her summer dress flowed brilliantly in the sunlight as she ran. Even though it was such a bright and sunny day, Kohaku thought the day had turned dark. As she ran she could only see her parents lying on the ground and her father choking on his own blood. She dared not look back, for fear that the men were upon her. Taking different routes, she kept heading to the trees that were always out of view from the city. The one place she knew no man had come from. The city was where they were, so she fled from it.
Back in the clinic, the Colonel was told that the girl had escaped. He only grunted with a smile. “Not for long. I’ll see to it that she is caught. What a delicious figure, she had, a pity I’ll have to pay for her now.” With that, he left. The troops all gathered back into their respective wagons and they rode off. The clinic was never to be used again.
Training Genjutsu D-->C 1204/1500
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