26 Re: And thus, he awoke in her arms[Plot][no kill][invite only][training][flashback] Wed Mar 26, 2014 6:27 am
Misoka
D-rank
She was right in front of him in a second, placing both her hands on his shoulders and shaking him gently. “Crimson? Crimson?” What was wrong with him? All of a sudden, he had doubled up and let out a painful groan. Misoka bit down on her lip nervously. What to do, what to do… She couldn’t see any physical injuries; it seemed like the boy was having a terrible headache or something like that.
Then, from one moment to the next, he opened his eyes again and stood up. She scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion, quick to ask him what had happened and he provided her an astounding answer.
So he’d remembered something?!
“That…” Misoka wasn’t sure what to say, the surprise still written all over her face. The good news were Crimson had regained a lost memory; the bad news… he had seen himself kill another person. It upset him greatly; he looked at his feet for several moments before he finally mustered up the strength to speak again.
She listened to everything he had to say, nodding a few times and studying his fearful expression.
“Darn… who am I…”
“It’s okay.” Eyes softening, she pulled him into a quick embrace, which probably didn’t look as motherly as planned given the fact that he was taller than her. Oh well, it's the thought that counts. She patted his back with a comforting smile and then stepped back to meet his gaze again. “You are a shinobi. You were trained to kill. And the man you remembered wasn’t an innocent civilian; he was a murderer himself, a rapist. By killing him, you’ve surely saved dozens of other lives.”
Fortunately, her reply helped him calm down a little – hey, there was even a smile of his own forming on his lips as he opened his mouth to say something…
“What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!!”
Umm…
Misoka’s jaw dropped comically at that random… joke. “Oh, an impasta…” she repeated in an awkward tone, slipping a small fake laugh. “Good one…”
The loud sound of crashing thunder prompted her to take a look outside, watching the rain pour down for a while.
“We should sleep now,” Misoka then said and nodded at Crimson. “We’ll leave the cave early in the morning.” A concerned expression flickered across her face. “If you have nightmares, you can always wake me up and talk about it, okay?”
Then, from one moment to the next, he opened his eyes again and stood up. She scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion, quick to ask him what had happened and he provided her an astounding answer.
So he’d remembered something?!
“That…” Misoka wasn’t sure what to say, the surprise still written all over her face. The good news were Crimson had regained a lost memory; the bad news… he had seen himself kill another person. It upset him greatly; he looked at his feet for several moments before he finally mustered up the strength to speak again.
She listened to everything he had to say, nodding a few times and studying his fearful expression.
“Darn… who am I…”
“It’s okay.” Eyes softening, she pulled him into a quick embrace, which probably didn’t look as motherly as planned given the fact that he was taller than her. Oh well, it's the thought that counts. She patted his back with a comforting smile and then stepped back to meet his gaze again. “You are a shinobi. You were trained to kill. And the man you remembered wasn’t an innocent civilian; he was a murderer himself, a rapist. By killing him, you’ve surely saved dozens of other lives.”
Fortunately, her reply helped him calm down a little – hey, there was even a smile of his own forming on his lips as he opened his mouth to say something…
“What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!!”
Umm…
Misoka’s jaw dropped comically at that random… joke. “Oh, an impasta…” she repeated in an awkward tone, slipping a small fake laugh. “Good one…”
The loud sound of crashing thunder prompted her to take a look outside, watching the rain pour down for a while.
“We should sleep now,” Misoka then said and nodded at Crimson. “We’ll leave the cave early in the morning.” A concerned expression flickered across her face. “If you have nightmares, you can always wake me up and talk about it, okay?”