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Lyralei Wind

Lyralei Wind


D-rank
Lyralei opened her eyes to the familiar sight of white all around her. The wall directly to her left, where her bed was propped up against, was white. The sheets covering her nude body, sporting only bandages and underwear as she’d refused to wear that thing they called a hospital gown, were white. The plastic chair next to her bed, reserved for visitors, was white. The bedside table, reeking of all sorts of antiseptics, was also white. Lyralei didn’t like the colour. Or, more precisely, she didn’t like any colour that wasn’t natural green, like her usual attire which remained in the closet in the opposite wall, the very closet that – oh, look at that! – was white.

She stared up at the white ceiling, feeling her hair fall around her in a symmetrical mess of auburn locks. The bedsheets covered her from the breasts down, though she couldn’t thrown it off and she would be none the more embarassed, what with the nurses having bandaged her from shoulder to stomach, even if she had only been injured in one shoulder, and at her mid-section. A smaller set of bandages curled around her right arm, hiding the wound in her right tricep that, according to the small patch of blood present, had reopened during the night. Her body felt bare against the cool layer of cloth meant to hide it from prying eyes, but the crisp sensation was a welcome change to Lyralei from this boring, white prison cell (it essentially was!), as it reminded her of the chillier nights out in the open, when her outfit, thin and designed for mobility as it was, would be unable to protect her from the wind’s ruthlessness. Even thinking of that made her feel more at home, so she knew she really hated this place.

Worse news came in the form of an extended stay. Even if she was perfectly fine now, ignoring the small wound in her tricep that would heal on its own time, the doctors of Suna hotel had wanted her to stay for a little longer to ensure that she didn’t overexert herself. She almost scoffed. Overexert herself doing what, exactly? Did they immediately suspect that she was a shinobi simply because she came to the hospital with a bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, being supported by a shinobi? That was foolish! That was absolutely absurd! Lyralei wasn’t a ninja, or at least she wasn’t one in the traditional sense. She was just a traveller who made a living as a huntress out in the woods, and who augmented her hunts with chakra abilities! That was all!

But would the doctors listen to that? Noooo.

Lyralei sighed. This entire mess started because she’d gotten drunk and woke up in a foul mood three days ago. Two? She couldn’t tell. But the night before, she’d been drinking way more than she should have, to ‘celebrate’ another successful trip and to ‘celebrate’ her leaving Suna and heading for Iwa with a newfound travel companion, only for her drunken self to make a move on her admittedly hot friend. Even now she could feel Asuna’s forehead against hers, when she’d tried to make a move, only for Asuna to push her off. She didn’t swing that way, apparently. No woman swung that way. No woman whom Lyralei found herself gravely attracted to was ever swinging that way.

Asuna’s flesh, soft and silky to the touch, shiny and glowing underneath the desert sun, her pink locks falling down her shoulders in curls that matched the most expensive shade of velvet, those lips, plump and so inviting that Lyralei just had to lean in for a kiss, those eyes sharp and keen just oozing sexiness…

Lyralei let out a sigh as she shut out the bombardment of memories, feeling herself wind up over simply the thought of Asuna. She’d never see the girl again, she supposed. Asuna seemed in a hurry to leave for Iwagakure, and for whatever reason it was, it remained Lyralei would not be the one to accompany her. This may have been a small world, but it was large enough that two souls were never going to bump into each other unless the heavens willed it, or that was what the preachers loved to say. Even going by their religious jargon, Lyralei was sure hers and Asuna’s fates were not meant to be tied together, especially with how poorly they mixed.

We could’ve had so much…

And so Lyralei was left to her own thoughts for yet another day, wondering how life would turn out, wondering what she would do now, and wondering how she would make it past the twenty four hours, or however many it took before the doctors let her out.

–818–

Fiore

Fiore


D-rank
Underneath the hot desert skies, a young, nineteen-year-old girl walked briskly to the hospital, ignoring the sights and sounds that the tourists would come to Sunagakure for, with a mission on her mind. She was dressed as she usually did on hot days like this when she didn’t have to do anything: in a white tank top and short black pants that some would call far too revealing for a girl her age. Unfortunately for them, she had been trained a ninja, and she dressed for war, for practicality, not for the upholding of some social standard that only existed because people like her defended it from the outside anyway.

In her left hand was a fruit basket, brought from her home. Her parents hadn’t needed it for much, and it had spent the last three months deprived of any fruit in it, just sitting on the table, a souvenir of woven straw. They’d been willing to let her do what she wanted with it, just like how they were willing to let her to almost anything in her later teenage years, confident in her ability to be able to think rationally for herself after the strict physical and mental training that they’d put her through during her childhood and Academy years. Where some would have thought them controlling, Fiore knew they were simply investing in her future, and the way they had molded her was one she appreciated greatly, able to enjoy the spice of life without floundering in her ninja duties as many of her friends had.

Fiore was currently on her way to the hospital, as she had the past two days, to visit a certain auburn-haired girl who’d ended up there partially because of her. Just several days ago, the two of them had bumped into each other, and a third man, at one of the training grounds. Fiore, eager to test her skills with her mother’s rapier, had insisted that the two of them team up against the guy. Truth be told, she’d known he was a great deal more powerful than the two of them, which had been what had spurred her on to team up with the girl in the first place, but when it had turned out he was far beyond their league, Fiore had called the match. However, by then, Lyralei’d already been injured. They thought it was simply three senbon, but apparently the doctors registered the three injuries, mild infection, and shock. It was a bit extreme to keep her there for as long as they had, but Fiore wasn’t in the medical profession, and neither was Lyralei, so they’d ended up leaving it to the professionals, despite how much her friend hated being cooped up there.

Well, she said ‘friend’, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Fiore sensed that Lyralei held some sort of a grudge against her. Since she’d been the one to land the girl in the hospital, Fiore didn’t blame her, but what did irk her was when the girl tried to shrug it off. Fiore was a [i]Koga/[i], and she was able to read small, minute changes in body language, and she could very clearly see whenever Lyralei twitched in agitation around Fiore. The girl didn’t like her, that much was clear, but a part of Fiore felt even worse should she leave her alone. It was almost painfully obvious from how the room was always the same way she left it that Lyralei didn’t have any other visitors, and the nurses’ reports only confirmed that.

By now, Fiore had reached the door to Lyralei’s patient room. She knocked on it twice, tapping it with the back of her index and middle fingers, before opening the door and poking her head in. “Hey, I came to visit again. Can I come in?” If Lyralei would allow it, she would walk in, closing the door silently behind her, gently, fragily. Fiore would walk to the white chair beside Lyralei’s bed and set the fruit basket on the empty bedside table. “I… uh… I came to see how you were doing again. I hope you’re feeling better after Seiryū’s… well… after the spar.”

Fiore would remain sitting in the bedside table, in case Lyralei had any requests, but mostly she was there so the girl could yell at her if she so wished. She honeyed her words, but nothing could change that Fiore was almost directly responsible for Lyralei ending up in the hospital.

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Lyralei Wind

Lyralei Wind


D-rank
Lyralei heard the two knocks on the door, and heard the doorknob turn, but she refused to move from her position. To her, the world was only the white ceiling in her vision and the blankets over her naked body. Everything else, to her, didn’t matter one bit. Especially not if it was the person she thought was walking into her room at the very moment. The doctors and nurses wouldn’t bother knocking; they’d seen enough of the naked body to not really need to warn anyone that they were coming, not to mention knocking on every door seemed like something that only an overly-dedicated person would do, and she, for one, really doubted anyone like that would be designated to her.

Of course, Fiore was the very epitome of ‘overly-dedicated’, since the girl had visited her more times than the hospital staff. Two days had passed since she had been admitted into the hospital, and Fiore had visited her a total of two times, while she’d only really been checked over by the nurses and doctors on the first day, with the only other visits being food delivery, which she didn’t really count. She supposed their lack of attention on her was a good thing; it meant that there was nothing serious with her condition, not that she needed anyone to tell her that. If she fell from three senbon, she might as well have quit her profession right now. Why travel if she was going to fall from the simplest of breezes?

“Hey, I came to visit again. Can I come in?”

Lyralei would stick by her stance and refuse to answer, nor to make a noise of any indication that it was okay for her to come in. However, it was also what she had done the past few days, and those days Fiore had entered as well. It was probably because the girl was worried, and guilty, but Lyralei wouldn’t let that bother her. So what if she was guilty? Lyralei had her own problems to deal with. She was the one in the fucking hospital. She didn’t have time to coddle her visitor, even if all she wanted was for Lyralei’s forgiveness.

Fiore sat at the white bed to her left, placing something woven onto her bedside table. A quick glance out of the corner of her eye told her it was fruits. Fiore had been bringing her fruits for the past few days. While seemingly a normal gesture, the meaning hidden underneath it was something not lost on Lyralei. Fruits were a rare delicacy in the desert. All their fruits were imported, taxed, and tariffed, and so each packet cost a heap. Fiore’s acts of kindness were supposedly compounded by how much she was willing to go through to ensure Lyralei didn’t have the boring experience of only eating the hospital’s bland rice. And this time, Fiore had even brought her a fruit basket to go along with it. How thoughtful.

“I… uh… I came to see how you were doing again. I hope you’re feeling better after Seiryū’s… well… after the spar.”

At this, Lyralei sighed. Why did Fiore have to try to sugarcoat her words that much? Did she really think Lyralei was that fragile? Did she really think that Lyralei’s mood had to do with losing the spar? It was ludicrous. Lyralei was a teenager, almost an adult. She wouldn’t be fallen with something as meek as losing a goddamn spar. No, it was the entire circumstance behind the spar that got under her skin. Asuna, Seiryū, everyhing just mixed up together to prove to be one of the worst weeks in her life.

“You don’t have to dance around the topic like I’m a child,” Lyralei said, one of the few words to leave her mouth in Fiore’s presence. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, letting the top portion of the blanket pool at her waist, revealing the slightly tanned curves of her body, most of which was covered underneath three layers of bandages. “If I wasn’t ready to get hurt, I wouldn’t have agreed to the spar in the first place.” As she propped herself against the headboard, the sight of the fruit basket entered her view, and coupled with Fiore’s sitting at the chair reminded her exactly what the girl had been trying to do. ‘But…” she sighed, “Thank you for coming again. I haven’t gotten any visitors… Well, I don’t know anyone in Suna-”

Except Asuna.

“-But thank you anyway, for taking time out of your day to visit me here.” She would let silence reign for a little longer before continuing, “Don’t your parents question where you go every day?”

–1630–

Fiore

Fiore


D-rank
“They know me well enough to trust me not to do anything questionable,” Fiore answered bluntly. A long silence passed between them as Fiore tried to think of a topic. She had only met the girl in front of her once in her life, and that was during the unfortunate spar that had gotten her injured and hospital-ridden for days. There was really nothing she knew about the girl, and so nothing really to talk about, and something told her that the girl wasn’t really up to sharing personal information with her just yet. The only topic she could go on was the spar, and only an idiot wouldn’t realise that, while Lyralei wasn’t pissed off at the spar, it also wasn’t going to be something she wanted to talk about.

“How… How are you feeling?” Fiore asked, the unusual stutter making its way into her speech. She was nervous, but she didn’t really know how else to feel. Confident? Sure? Sure of what? She’d landed the girl here and she wanted to accompany her, that she was at least sure of. But everything else… She really wasn’t confident on everything else with her plan. The question was also a stupid one. She’d asked the same question the other day, and Lyralei had told her on both occasions that she was fine, with no problem to her at all. And, Fiore guessed maybe that really was all there was to it. The girl had been hit by three senbon, weapons that on any other time probably wouldn’t have even necessitated a visit to the hospital. However, it was the only thing Fiore knew to ask, even if her actions would possibly lead to her being mistaken as feigning concern for Lyralei’s well-being so that she would forgive her more. 

Did she want Lyralei’s forgiveness? She’d been part of the reason Lyralei ended up in the hospital, and she did know that she felt an absurd amount of guilt over something so small, but did she really want Lyralei’s forgiveness? Did she need Lyralei’s forgiveness? Was there even anything to forgive in the first place, except as a way to minimise the amount of self-guilt that she was feeling? She had checked with Lyralei when the two of them had received the news that Lyralei had to be confined to the hospital bed for a few more days – an undefined number but still assured it would not be that long – and Lyralei had assured the doctor (and her, since she was in the same room, though the statement was definitely not directed towards her) that none of her plans would be disrupted by a few days in the hospital, even if she had very reluctantly accepted it. 

It occurred to her that she’d been silent for a very long time, just caught up in her own musings of guilt. If there had been any question, Fiore would have missed it, and she would wait for Lyralei to repeat it, should there have been anything in the first place. Otherwise, she would let her eyes roam around the room, sitting in awkward silence in front of a girl who was half-naked, and only half because the other half was covered by blankets that hid none of her curves. While Fiore was attracted to women, she couldn’t help but feel that she and Lyralei just didn’t mesh well, and perhaps it was because of that reason that Fiore felt almost no attraction to the girl whom she would admit was a stunner herself. These uncomfortable thoughts in her head were also what drove her to her next sentence. “I should… probably leave… if there isn’t anything else?” she asked with unsurety.

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Lyralei Wind

Lyralei Wind


D-rank
“They know me well enough to trust me not to do anything questionable.”

“I see,” was Lyralei’s answer. Her parents had never been that understanding. They’d kept the fact that she was adopted away from her until she had asked them herself, having the idea insinuated and all but confirmed by her teacher at school. They’d looked at her with horror when she came back with a deer on her shoulder, blood staining her clothes from her first, but very excitable hunt. The only time they’d trusted her was when she’d asked if she could leave on her travels, and she could still remember the sadness in their eyes as they agreed. Not that the sadness bothered her at all. She’d long felt nothing with regards to her parents.

“How… How are you feeling?” Fiore asked.

Lyralei stared at the only other occupant in the room, blinking a few times at the admittedly very stupid question. She’d been here the last two days, and if the last two answers had been ‘I’m fine’, what was the girl expecting today? Did she suddenly expect Lyralei to grow a tumour in her brain and require surgery (which she wanted to point out she could pay for just fine) to get through alive? Did she expect Lyralei’s wounds to tear (one of them actually did) and for Lyralei to finally break down and admit that she wasn’t as fine as she was? Was she expecting anything dramatically different, and she stressed the word dramatically with as much sarcasm as she could, from Lyralei today?

“I’m fine, as I was yesterday, and as I was the day before, both days of which you still asked me the same question. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m good enough to go!”

Her voice would have rose somewhat at the end of her sentence in both slight excitement but mostly annoyance. As a show of how healthy she exactly was, she would throw off the covers, revealing her black lace panties as the blanket fell to her knees, and she would stretch her arms upwards, hiding the slight discomfort that shot through her tricep, still recovering, as well as the mild pain in her gut as she pressed her chest outwards. She would return to leaning against the headboard and pulling the blankets all the way up to her stomach. “See? I’m totally fine. Just like I was yesterday, and just like I was the day before.”

A long silence would pass between them, neither side really knowing what to say, or, in Lyralei’s case, not really wanting to say anything at all. It was when Fiore offered to leave that Lyralei answered, almost with a hiss, “No, there isn’t.” As Fiore would turn to leave, however, Lyralei would call out, responding to a slight tug in her heart that berated her for her attitude. “Wait… Wait. I… Just… Thank you again. I’m… sorry for putting the blame on you; I just wasn’t in my right state of mind.” With that mentioned, she would turn her head to the right, to see the place where her bed met the wall and just stare at the small gap, hoping she could disappear into that same abyss as Asuna’s thoughts assaulted her again, causing her breath to hitch at the thought of the girl’s touches, but also for her heart to ache at the thought of never having them.

–2220–

Fiore

Fiore


D-rank
When Lyralei had stretched, it had revealed more of her body than Fiore would like to admit. The girl’s cheeks almost blushed at the utter lack of care that the woman in front of her had shown with revealing her body to another occupant, even if said other occupant was also female. Even so, Fiore couldn’t actually complain, since she herself opted to wear minimalistic clothing to deal with the hot weather. Contrary to popular belief, those who lived in the desert didn’t so much ‘evolve’ to better deal with the desert-like conditions as much as they grew accustomed to dressing and behaving in certain ways so as to minimise the amount of exposure to the sun and the hot elements. Fiore simply chose to do so with her clothing.

Fiore’s sharp, Koga eyes also noticed the slight shifting of Lyralei’s facial features, revealing the girl to truly be in at least some form of pain when she had forced the stretch on herself. To her credit, it was only with Fiore’s training that she’d managed to locate the small hints in Lyralei’s body language that betrayed the discomfort her body felt at such a motion. However, given that the patient was currently putting on a brave face, Fiore chose not to comment on it, playing along with the fact or farce that Lyralei was indeed well, and just averting her gaze from the woman’s other assets, hidden behind bandages as they were. Rather, it was the words that actually cut into Fiore, with the harshness that Lyralei likely intended fully delivered to its recipient. Her later ‘No, there isn’t’ didn’t help diffuse matters.

Shoulders slumping in defeat, Fiore would rise from her seat with a sharp exhale, before taking two steps towards the door when she would hear Lyralei call for her to stop. Her heart stopped for a second as she hoped against hope that Lyralei wasn’t going to further demean her, and she was rewarded for believing when Lyralei’s words, sweet as they were, or sweet as they could be from what little she already knew of Lyralei. In fact, she had to note that it was likely the most that Lyralei had ever spoken to her without her contributing to the other portion of the dialogue, as well as how it was almost bereft of any malice in the tone, proved that Fiore was getting through to her, if only just that little bit.

“You’re… You’re very welcome,” was the only reply Fiore could muster up within such short notice. If she had even believed for a second Lyralei would have gone this route and done something unmalicious – not even kind, but just something that didn’t have disdain for Fiore written all over it – then Fiore would have probably come prepared with something to say. As it was, however, she just took what she saw, the pain in Lyralei’s face after her words, pain which she felt was directed at someone else other than her, pain which she almost instinctively knew was what had led her to her foul mood, that wasn’t herself, and she almost felt the words coming out of the mouth without meaning them. “And… I apologise as well. I wasn’t thinking straight either. I was excited to try out my mother’s rapier, and I got ahead of myself. And for what it’s worth, whatever’s hurting you… I know you’re much stronger than that. And I know you’re worth more than what you think you are. I hope you get better.”

And with that, Fiore would leave the room, willing to let the girl have the rest she so needed.

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Lyralei Wind

Lyralei Wind


D-rank
Lyralei sat there, staring at the gap between her bed and the wall, and wishing that she could just crawl in it and die. She wanted to get away from it all. Why did Fiore have to hit the nail so hard on the head, so accurately?! Seriously, it was like that fucking girl could read her fucking mind at times!

”You know, I really look forward to going on this trip with you.”

No. No. No no no no no. Why were those memories flashing now? Why her now of all times?

”This is going to be an amazing trip.”

No, please! Not now!

”You want to go out and celebrate?”

“Celebrate what?”

“Our trip to Iwa tomorrow, of course!”

No, say no!

“I’d love to!”

“Why…?” Lyralei asked, with no one in particular to hear her musings. There was never anyone to hear her break down, to hear her cry, and she sure as hell wouldn’t let anyone see her in such a fragile state. She would never let anyone see her break again. That way, she could at least pretend she was somewhat okay, that she was somewhat fine, that her life so far wasn’t a total shitstorm. Maybe that way, she could pretend that she never broke.

And maybe that’s why, there and then, she broke down into tears, flowing until she fell asleep.

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