1 The Fault in Our Stars [Serah | Plot] Sun Jul 24, 2016 7:55 am
Aqua
D-rank
The strobing lights of the cafe she was in reminded her of a club setting, with flashes of yellow, red, and blue illuminating the dim interior of the whimsical cafe Aqua found herself in, seated in the shadows off to one corner, eyes darting between the closed door as she awaited impatiently for the appearance of her pink-haired sister, and the quadrilateral piece of land in the center of the building, where teenagers and adults were getting down in a fashion that she herself wasn’t familiar with, nor would she like to get familiar with.
The news she’d just heard earlier that morning, from the pale lips of her sensei no less, haunted her still. She’d sent a message to her sister urging her to meet her for lunch in this small out-of-the-way cafe, knowing that the information concerned her sister, who wasn’t so by blood, as much as it did her. Their very lives had somehow fallen into the line of danger overnight, by a threat that they didn’t even know existed, yet had been so since before their death, if the information that her sensei had managed to procure from what appeared to be a top secret mission was to be believed in its entirety. Aqua knew her sensei though; he wouldn’t have brought such worrying news to her ears if he didn’t believe even an ounce of it was true, and that he did was evidence enough that it was something to be feared.
The cafe’s waitress walked up to her again for the second time that afternoon, asking if she would now like to order anything, and Aqua denied the offer with a simple, silent shake of her head, too much going on for her to even attempt to speak at the moment. She wished her sister would show up soon; her worry grew every moment her sister was left unaware of the threat that attempted to trail them from the dark, among many of those who shared their blood – that of the Uchiha. Why they were doing so wasn’t clear to her, but what was clear was that they were hunting Uchiha down arbitrarily with no apparent purpose in mind, and somehow Aqua and Serah had ended up on their radars despite being no more prominent to the village than the thousands of Genin who attempted to work their way up the ranks.
She didn’t even know their name. That may not have been the most concerning bit of information, but she didn’t even know their name. Her faceless hunters just seemed all the scarier when more knowledge of them, even something as basic as what they called themselves, eluded illumination. They were like ghosts, able to strike from anywhere, as if knowledge of what they called themselves would help Aqua figure out where they could possible strike from, even if that encompassed the whole of Konohagakure, with the possibility of them having infiltrated the area no less of a concern than that they existed, and one that was no less likely.
The waitress walked up to her again, with a menu in hand, and Aqua returned with a sake of her head as she was midway through approaching her, accompanying it with a firm palm to indicate that she really didn’t want anything. Perhaps she was getting on their nerves by simply sitting in the cafe without having ordered anything, but should the situation call for it, she could explain that she was waiting for her sister before they began ordering together. Besides, with what she’d just heard, a cafe’s opinion of her was the least of her worries.
The news she’d just heard earlier that morning, from the pale lips of her sensei no less, haunted her still. She’d sent a message to her sister urging her to meet her for lunch in this small out-of-the-way cafe, knowing that the information concerned her sister, who wasn’t so by blood, as much as it did her. Their very lives had somehow fallen into the line of danger overnight, by a threat that they didn’t even know existed, yet had been so since before their death, if the information that her sensei had managed to procure from what appeared to be a top secret mission was to be believed in its entirety. Aqua knew her sensei though; he wouldn’t have brought such worrying news to her ears if he didn’t believe even an ounce of it was true, and that he did was evidence enough that it was something to be feared.
The cafe’s waitress walked up to her again for the second time that afternoon, asking if she would now like to order anything, and Aqua denied the offer with a simple, silent shake of her head, too much going on for her to even attempt to speak at the moment. She wished her sister would show up soon; her worry grew every moment her sister was left unaware of the threat that attempted to trail them from the dark, among many of those who shared their blood – that of the Uchiha. Why they were doing so wasn’t clear to her, but what was clear was that they were hunting Uchiha down arbitrarily with no apparent purpose in mind, and somehow Aqua and Serah had ended up on their radars despite being no more prominent to the village than the thousands of Genin who attempted to work their way up the ranks.
She didn’t even know their name. That may not have been the most concerning bit of information, but she didn’t even know their name. Her faceless hunters just seemed all the scarier when more knowledge of them, even something as basic as what they called themselves, eluded illumination. They were like ghosts, able to strike from anywhere, as if knowledge of what they called themselves would help Aqua figure out where they could possible strike from, even if that encompassed the whole of Konohagakure, with the possibility of them having infiltrated the area no less of a concern than that they existed, and one that was no less likely.
The waitress walked up to her again, with a menu in hand, and Aqua returned with a sake of her head as she was midway through approaching her, accompanying it with a firm palm to indicate that she really didn’t want anything. Perhaps she was getting on their nerves by simply sitting in the cafe without having ordered anything, but should the situation call for it, she could explain that she was waiting for her sister before they began ordering together. Besides, with what she’d just heard, a cafe’s opinion of her was the least of her worries.