1 Eloping a royal Destiny [Plot / Open / NK] Mon Mar 27, 2017 5:42 pm
Santaku Nariko
D-rank
Kiri City. As usual, a busy place at this time of the day. The streets were crowded, people running about like ants in search of food. The sun beating down, make the scent, or rather, the stench of sweat stand out amongst the dozen of scents of overly baked food, fried fish, 'fresh' fish and clouds of perfume meant to suffocate those around them in a cry of attention. Men hurried to their jobs, women babbled endlessly, kids were crying, ninja were incognito wandering, and beggars were, well, begging. Daily life as it were.
Somewhere in that crowd, a teenager of about 170 cm wandered about, her black hair reflecting the shine of the sun as it draped just slightly over her shoulders, touching the deep purple robes with gold thread she was wearing over her regal body. Chin high, and with a frown that clearly stated she wasn't exactly happy with this situation, Nariko listened to the incessant 'suggestions' of her two chaperones that were obliged to tend to her needs by her father.
That is, if 'tending to her needs' meant pointing out every part of proper etiquette and conduct for a Santaku of her position to be sure that she wasn't disgracing her clan, the Himaru lineage, with improper behaviour. The fact that Nariko had her wings sealed, her proud raven black wings that served as an obvious claim to her pure-blood lineage, in preparation for her travels had already been enough to have her father's face and beady nose flare bright red, eyes bulging, teeth clenching and, if it were only possible, steam escaping through his ears at the very thought she'd move around like a... ugh! disgraceful wingless being. Whatever his ideas were, Nariko was glad most people of Kirigakure didn't constantly eye her for a change.
Not all Himura Santaku were that set on having their wings show, but her father was one of those extremists that demanded pride to be known. As if not flaunting the clan's KKG was desecration. Blasphemy. Treason! Right, right. Yes, dad. No, dad. "I don't care, dad", Nariko's mind usually replied with boredom, rolling her mind's eyes, while keeping up a perfect mask of the obedient daughter raised to be a precious little princess. Nariko-hime. She wasn't even royalty, but her father had mentioned time and time again her lineage did not come this far by putting dignity and pride aside.
And now here she was, making preparations for her road trip with her two chaperones. One she didn't tell her father, lest he explode and blast the area away with whatever jutsu he knew. He'd probably end up creating a jutsu just to tie her at home. A boring, boring life at home. Not exactly what Nariko was dreaming about, and she was glad her mother understood that. In fact, while she liked the luxury her life brought, she wanted to see the world, lick it and, if she liked it, keep it for her to play with. One giant playground to subject to her wiles. A lovely idea, if she said so herself.
Darting through the streets with perfect performance, Nariko-hime's chaperones made sure the people made way for wherever she set feet. As expectations demanded it, she kept her chin high, piercing eyes staring at nothing in particular but the path in front and mouth shut as her servants automatically replied in her stead that 'the lady' was not to be bothered, nor touched.
Ironically, it quite defeated the purpose of her sealing her wings in the first place. Nariko wanted to not be seen for a change. Not being stared at her wings, not being oggled because she was so 'kawaii', not the centre of attention and certainly not be considered a pompous wanna-be royalty. But there was no escaping this, if she wanted her father to believe she was just spending an afternoon shopping. This was the sort of illusion not even her father would be able to snap out - her personal little victory, or so she believed gleefully.
"Narikohime, the shop you requested is nearby", one of her chaperones brought to her attention. "Shall I announce your arrival?"
"What a question... Of course", she huffed irritated. "Unless you want my father to make you clear what your job description holds?"
"Naturally. Forgive me my impudence.", he said with a bow and hurried to open the door for her.
The door open, Nariko threw her gaze over the content of the shop. It was... not bad. Her father might have had a heart attack by the lack of red carpet, stylish decorations of the racks and other silly details Nariko didn't bother to remember. The shop was rather common in appearance. Simple and tidy. Just fine for her.
"My lady?"
"What?"
"Are you sure you w-", the chaperone stopped mid-sentence, halted by Nariko's raised hand. "As you wish."
With slow, reassured steps, Nariko entered the shop, any sound her steps might have made muffled by her robes. She could see the people look at her with mixed emotion, and the shop keeper himself not sure exactly how polite he had to be towards this new customer bearing an air of regal disdain. When her cold violet gaze crossed that of the shop keeper, he quickly decided bowing deeply would be the better option for his business.
"Shopkeeper", she called him, not dropping her masquerade. "I require a few of your goods. You will provide me two decent belt pouches, a cloak and a sturdy futon for the road."
"Of course. I have just what you're seeking.", he said with a big smile, scampering off quickly from rack to rack to gather the requested items.
As obedient as the shopkeeper seemed to be, eager to cash in a good amount of ryo, so envious did the others mutter about Nariko, their words just loud enough for her to hear them. Yet as she turned her gaze to silence them, all hints of disgusting gossip suddenly made room for a smile and equally submissive bows.
Oh how she tired of this. The urge to flick just a single hand seal into their direction, deprive them of every nonsensical mask they were bearing in pure ignorance, to use their envy against them to drive them on the brink of tears... To share the requiem of agony resonating in her heart, seducing her to be shared with the living puppets of society... Nariko couldn't help but smile wryly.
"My apologies for not waiting my turn, taking the shop keeper's attention away from you.", she shared with the gossipers, giving them a courteous nod.
"Oh, it's alright.", the woman said, feigning a polite smile. "We're still looking around anyway."
That said, the lady turned her back, seemingly returning to her search for whatever goods she was looking for. Nariko wasn't sure if she had to envy or pity the woman. To gossip like that, to not pay attention to every word that left her lips... It had to be liberating, in a sense, to walk the middle line between expressing your thoughts and hiding your true intentions out of ... Misguided righteousness? Spite? Fear? Social expectations?
The idea of splitting open someone's mind and collecting all the secrets and reasons like they were treasures, not dissimilar to taking out the pearl out of a clamped oyster, seemed... tasty. Nariko knew, however, she would not have that opportunity while she remained at home, doctrined by Himura expectations. Even as a ninja of a village she might not exactly be able to do so, leaving her with the unanswered question of "Where then?".
As the shopkeeper returned to show the promised wares, her chaperone stopped him from approaching Nariko, expecting to inspect the quality of the wares first before he would have the 'honour' to show them to her personally.
With a casual, if not disinterested gaze, her chaperone checked the goods and returned to Nariko to whisper she could find much better quality if she would only allow herself more time.
"I'll be the judge of that", she replied firmly, and walked up to the shopkeeper. She took a good look at the merchandise, hearing the merchant gulp nervously, and nodded her acceptance to the salesman. They looked good enough, and in all honesty, she had not the slightest clue what was to be considered quality material anyway. She just wanted her shopping list done so she could enact the next part of her plan - her escape from the clan.
"Please, be so kind as to pack the goods.", she said to the shopkeeper, giving him an endearing smile, then faced the chaperone that had checked them for her. "Rin, pay the man once he's done."
"Naturally, my lady."
Having been given the goods, Nariko and her chaperones walked out, greeting the bright light of the sun. Even though her servants were carrying the small package of goods, the wingless Santaku sighed most of all. With that part of her plan out of the way, she now had to escape her guardians while grabbing hold of her materials. Sure, she could use genjutsu to lull them to sleep, but then there was still the question of where to go, and how to make it seem like she wasn't just running away.
If only something or someone could give her a window of opportunity.
WC: 1593
Somewhere in that crowd, a teenager of about 170 cm wandered about, her black hair reflecting the shine of the sun as it draped just slightly over her shoulders, touching the deep purple robes with gold thread she was wearing over her regal body. Chin high, and with a frown that clearly stated she wasn't exactly happy with this situation, Nariko listened to the incessant 'suggestions' of her two chaperones that were obliged to tend to her needs by her father.
That is, if 'tending to her needs' meant pointing out every part of proper etiquette and conduct for a Santaku of her position to be sure that she wasn't disgracing her clan, the Himaru lineage, with improper behaviour. The fact that Nariko had her wings sealed, her proud raven black wings that served as an obvious claim to her pure-blood lineage, in preparation for her travels had already been enough to have her father's face and beady nose flare bright red, eyes bulging, teeth clenching and, if it were only possible, steam escaping through his ears at the very thought she'd move around like a... ugh! disgraceful wingless being. Whatever his ideas were, Nariko was glad most people of Kirigakure didn't constantly eye her for a change.
Not all Himura Santaku were that set on having their wings show, but her father was one of those extremists that demanded pride to be known. As if not flaunting the clan's KKG was desecration. Blasphemy. Treason! Right, right. Yes, dad. No, dad. "I don't care, dad", Nariko's mind usually replied with boredom, rolling her mind's eyes, while keeping up a perfect mask of the obedient daughter raised to be a precious little princess. Nariko-hime. She wasn't even royalty, but her father had mentioned time and time again her lineage did not come this far by putting dignity and pride aside.
And now here she was, making preparations for her road trip with her two chaperones. One she didn't tell her father, lest he explode and blast the area away with whatever jutsu he knew. He'd probably end up creating a jutsu just to tie her at home. A boring, boring life at home. Not exactly what Nariko was dreaming about, and she was glad her mother understood that. In fact, while she liked the luxury her life brought, she wanted to see the world, lick it and, if she liked it, keep it for her to play with. One giant playground to subject to her wiles. A lovely idea, if she said so herself.
Darting through the streets with perfect performance, Nariko-hime's chaperones made sure the people made way for wherever she set feet. As expectations demanded it, she kept her chin high, piercing eyes staring at nothing in particular but the path in front and mouth shut as her servants automatically replied in her stead that 'the lady' was not to be bothered, nor touched.
Ironically, it quite defeated the purpose of her sealing her wings in the first place. Nariko wanted to not be seen for a change. Not being stared at her wings, not being oggled because she was so 'kawaii', not the centre of attention and certainly not be considered a pompous wanna-be royalty. But there was no escaping this, if she wanted her father to believe she was just spending an afternoon shopping. This was the sort of illusion not even her father would be able to snap out - her personal little victory, or so she believed gleefully.
"Narikohime, the shop you requested is nearby", one of her chaperones brought to her attention. "Shall I announce your arrival?"
"What a question... Of course", she huffed irritated. "Unless you want my father to make you clear what your job description holds?"
"Naturally. Forgive me my impudence.", he said with a bow and hurried to open the door for her.
The door open, Nariko threw her gaze over the content of the shop. It was... not bad. Her father might have had a heart attack by the lack of red carpet, stylish decorations of the racks and other silly details Nariko didn't bother to remember. The shop was rather common in appearance. Simple and tidy. Just fine for her.
"My lady?"
"What?"
"Are you sure you w-", the chaperone stopped mid-sentence, halted by Nariko's raised hand. "As you wish."
With slow, reassured steps, Nariko entered the shop, any sound her steps might have made muffled by her robes. She could see the people look at her with mixed emotion, and the shop keeper himself not sure exactly how polite he had to be towards this new customer bearing an air of regal disdain. When her cold violet gaze crossed that of the shop keeper, he quickly decided bowing deeply would be the better option for his business.
"Shopkeeper", she called him, not dropping her masquerade. "I require a few of your goods. You will provide me two decent belt pouches, a cloak and a sturdy futon for the road."
"Of course. I have just what you're seeking.", he said with a big smile, scampering off quickly from rack to rack to gather the requested items.
As obedient as the shopkeeper seemed to be, eager to cash in a good amount of ryo, so envious did the others mutter about Nariko, their words just loud enough for her to hear them. Yet as she turned her gaze to silence them, all hints of disgusting gossip suddenly made room for a smile and equally submissive bows.
Oh how she tired of this. The urge to flick just a single hand seal into their direction, deprive them of every nonsensical mask they were bearing in pure ignorance, to use their envy against them to drive them on the brink of tears... To share the requiem of agony resonating in her heart, seducing her to be shared with the living puppets of society... Nariko couldn't help but smile wryly.
"My apologies for not waiting my turn, taking the shop keeper's attention away from you.", she shared with the gossipers, giving them a courteous nod.
"Oh, it's alright.", the woman said, feigning a polite smile. "We're still looking around anyway."
That said, the lady turned her back, seemingly returning to her search for whatever goods she was looking for. Nariko wasn't sure if she had to envy or pity the woman. To gossip like that, to not pay attention to every word that left her lips... It had to be liberating, in a sense, to walk the middle line between expressing your thoughts and hiding your true intentions out of ... Misguided righteousness? Spite? Fear? Social expectations?
The idea of splitting open someone's mind and collecting all the secrets and reasons like they were treasures, not dissimilar to taking out the pearl out of a clamped oyster, seemed... tasty. Nariko knew, however, she would not have that opportunity while she remained at home, doctrined by Himura expectations. Even as a ninja of a village she might not exactly be able to do so, leaving her with the unanswered question of "Where then?".
As the shopkeeper returned to show the promised wares, her chaperone stopped him from approaching Nariko, expecting to inspect the quality of the wares first before he would have the 'honour' to show them to her personally.
With a casual, if not disinterested gaze, her chaperone checked the goods and returned to Nariko to whisper she could find much better quality if she would only allow herself more time.
"I'll be the judge of that", she replied firmly, and walked up to the shopkeeper. She took a good look at the merchandise, hearing the merchant gulp nervously, and nodded her acceptance to the salesman. They looked good enough, and in all honesty, she had not the slightest clue what was to be considered quality material anyway. She just wanted her shopping list done so she could enact the next part of her plan - her escape from the clan.
"Please, be so kind as to pack the goods.", she said to the shopkeeper, giving him an endearing smile, then faced the chaperone that had checked them for her. "Rin, pay the man once he's done."
"Naturally, my lady."
Having been given the goods, Nariko and her chaperones walked out, greeting the bright light of the sun. Even though her servants were carrying the small package of goods, the wingless Santaku sighed most of all. With that part of her plan out of the way, she now had to escape her guardians while grabbing hold of her materials. Sure, she could use genjutsu to lull them to sleep, but then there was still the question of where to go, and how to make it seem like she wasn't just running away.
If only something or someone could give her a window of opportunity.
WC: 1593