1 The Beginning of a Vacation [Simikiel, or Invite Only] Sun Apr 22, 2018 12:10 pm
Jihi
D-rank
...There was no doubt that this vacation was needed for the both of them…
There was something to be said about escaping from one’s past: you could only escape so far mentally if you remained near it physically. If you constantly had reminders pushed upon you time and time again of the places that you called Hell then you would only be able to heal so much and so far before regressing once more. The mind was a brilliant thing of course, but it could be downright terrifying when it continued to open boxes and wake up demons better left for the cobweb covered and dust filled corners of the mind. Even with the drive and motivation that Jihi had, one fueled by the ever present thoughts of vengeance and death, she could understand that a vacation was in order: not simply for her own sake, but for Simikiel’s as well. While she had always put herself second this again was no different: she felt perfectly content surviving on the rage that drove her despite the suffering it sometimes caused her, but she didn’t want Simikiel to suffer longer than he had to. She wanted him to find peace, if only for a little bit, and she knew that the best way to do that was to head to a place untainted in their lives: Konohagakure.
Thankfully the pair had arrived without a scratch or a problem: the trip had been a peaceful one filled with both moments of lighthearted talking and comfortable silences. Traveling hand in hand away from the place that they had known as Hell for so long. She knew that they would both have to go back to it, but she had pushed those sorts of thoughts back to the furthest reaches of her mind, choosing to focus instead on the fact that her and Simikiel were together once more and as free as two shinobi could ever be.
...There is something quite peaceful and safe feeling about Konoha…
From the moment the pair had arrived in Konohagakure Jihi had found herself falling into a sense of ease. While she still looked over her shoulder and kept her weapons on her at all times there was a general peacefulness that had fallen around her. This place was untainted by her past, a fresh start in a way. She knew she would have to return home eventually, but for now they could simply enjoy their vacation for the time being and focus on doing some healing - the gods knew they both needed it, especially with how their reunion ended: all of that death, the scent of burning flesh and the screams that filled the air. It was so potent in Jihi’s mind that sometimes, when in the dark and in the quiet, she could still hear them even though they were long since gone.
So yes, this was a vacation that was greatly needed for the both of them, even if Jihi would forever be too stubborn to admit it.
...I hope he’s hungry, I brought home enough to feed an army. Not sure what I was thinking with that…
As per usual Jihi had awoken early to her stomach roaring with hunger: it was something she had learned to ignore over the years simply because she didn’t have a choice, but with their new situation she found herself more inclined to sate the need instead of sitting or laying there quietly and starving. She had climbed gingerly out of bed, scrawled a quick note to Simikiel about where she was going and how she was heading to get them both food, and then she had dressed and left.
Now, nearly half an hour later, she found herself unlocking the door to their hotel room and stepping inside quietly with a heavy bag hanging off of her arm, ignoring the way it bit into her flesh. The door was shut and immediately locked behind her, the deadbolt and chain also being thrown into place - while she might feel safe here in Konoha, far away from the slavers who once held her captive, she refused to take any chances. Moving her way to the small kitchen area she called out in a soft-toned voice, ”Simi?”, unsure of whether or not he was still sleeping or had woken up while she had been gone. As she waited for a reply she began to empty the bag of it’s contents of sealed containers, having brought home food for the both of them since she hadn’t wanted to eat without him and leave him waiting.
Once the containers were out of the bag she went about grabbing a few plastic forks and spoons, pausing only to pull her shaggy stark white hair out of her nearly coal black eyes - eyes that had changed since she had shed so much blood and taken so many lives: since the day of her escape.
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