1 Blood Running Through the Streets [Training/Flashback/Private] Mon Jan 13, 2014 12:45 am
Kyohei
D-rank
Sayomi’s tears fell from her face, dropping and making ripples in the pool of blood below her. Her hands and knees were stained a crimson red as she knelt in the sanguine pool, all the while the words “why” and “cowards” rang through her head. Tears flowed from her eyes profusely as she silently cursed the man who had committed the act and the world around them that had allowed such a heinous crime to take place. Just minutes before that moment, all was right in the world. It was a normal enough day in the Leaf Village, Sayomi having gone with her mother to the market to purchase goods for their home. She’d been spending a great deal more time with her mother during the months leading up to that, mostly due to her mother’s pregnancy making kunoichi work impossible. Sayomi would often be dragged around the village shopping after she returned home from the Academy. Despite their doctor’s protests her mother was a restless spirit who refused to lay up in the house and rest. It was getting dark, she recalls it being after their final stop. The streets had mostly cleared up by that point in the evening, most having returned to their homes as the shops began closing their doors.
They were on their way home, bags in hand when a man came running up behind them, grabbing hold of Sayomi’s mother as he tried to snatch her purse. Sayomi had always thought her mother strong, certainly strong enough to dispatch some random thief. This late into her pregnancy however, she was physically drained and unable to fight back, capable of only struggling to push the man away. Sayomi screamed for help as she looked around the street hoping one of the others would come to their aid, only to see them turn their head to the ground as if trying not to get involved. “Cowards!” she would scream before she charged at the man and bit into his leg. He yelled for a moment before swinging down his fist and knocking Sayomi down to the ground below. This moment of distraction gave her mother enough time to draw a kunai she had hidden in her robes, but this only made the man strike back in fear. With all of his might he would grab her by the wrists, stopping any action she might have taken with the kunai and threw her down to the ground.
The force on which her head landed against the concrete step of the building beside them would down Sayomi’s mother instantly. Not wanting to stick around for the aftermath the thief would pick up her purse and flee the scene, leaving Sayomi to crawl over to her mother to help her up. She would nudge her mother, only to get no response. So she would nudge her again… and again… and again, each time her nudging becoming more desperate until it was more a violent shake. It wasn’t happening, it couldn’t have been happening… not to them. She would deny it to herself over and over until her hands and knees were painted red from sitting in the pool of blood that was leaking from her mother’s body. It was in that pool of blood that she saw her own eyes in her reflection. At first she thought it was just the red surface of the blood that made her eyes glow that distinct shade of crimson… but this was different. She had seen eyes like her own before. They were her father’s eyes. Something had awakened within her that night, her Sharingan.
One Tomoe Sharingan: 615/1500
They were on their way home, bags in hand when a man came running up behind them, grabbing hold of Sayomi’s mother as he tried to snatch her purse. Sayomi had always thought her mother strong, certainly strong enough to dispatch some random thief. This late into her pregnancy however, she was physically drained and unable to fight back, capable of only struggling to push the man away. Sayomi screamed for help as she looked around the street hoping one of the others would come to their aid, only to see them turn their head to the ground as if trying not to get involved. “Cowards!” she would scream before she charged at the man and bit into his leg. He yelled for a moment before swinging down his fist and knocking Sayomi down to the ground below. This moment of distraction gave her mother enough time to draw a kunai she had hidden in her robes, but this only made the man strike back in fear. With all of his might he would grab her by the wrists, stopping any action she might have taken with the kunai and threw her down to the ground.
The force on which her head landed against the concrete step of the building beside them would down Sayomi’s mother instantly. Not wanting to stick around for the aftermath the thief would pick up her purse and flee the scene, leaving Sayomi to crawl over to her mother to help her up. She would nudge her mother, only to get no response. So she would nudge her again… and again… and again, each time her nudging becoming more desperate until it was more a violent shake. It wasn’t happening, it couldn’t have been happening… not to them. She would deny it to herself over and over until her hands and knees were painted red from sitting in the pool of blood that was leaking from her mother’s body. It was in that pool of blood that she saw her own eyes in her reflection. At first she thought it was just the red surface of the blood that made her eyes glow that distinct shade of crimson… but this was different. She had seen eyes like her own before. They were her father’s eyes. Something had awakened within her that night, her Sharingan.
One Tomoe Sharingan: 615/1500