1 Tea Time Pt 2 [Tasatsuke] Thu Sep 27, 2018 9:40 pm
Aikiko
D-rank
It seemed that the young man had already ordered. The boy seemed to know he was being toyed with however, it didn’t seem to upset him. He was a curious sort and Aikiko was intrigued to the say the least. His expressionless demeanor continued through her monologue of questions, the young Uchiha rarely cared for her conversational partner if they were so boring as this young man was. It did seem that the mention of Mizuki had caught his attention, he was quick to show interest and ask about her. Then something happened she was prepared for but did not entirely expect, the young man used a very slight trick of ninjutsu. As soon as Aikiko processed what she saw she activated her sharingan. It was practically a reflex but generally made it clear that she wasn’t going to be surprised. Aikiko’s now crimson eyes would give her a warning if he attempted any further attempts to cast jutsu. Had she had her sword she’d have been across the table but thankfully for the purposes of diplomacy she had left that at home. While he wanted information from her, he wouldn’t even give her his name. Aikiko was somewhat insulted but bit her tongue – quite literally – and forced a smile and a chuckle at his rude response. The very least she could do, would be answer his question about the woman she’d met in this very tea shop a couple years before. Aikiko sipped at her tea, mulling over how to answer his question. As she was about to speak he gave her a bit of exciting information that sent her thoughts wild.
In her mind this was like an answer to prayer she’d never known she’d given. Aikiko’s mind filled with question after question about the man she’d so often found herself daydreaming about. Aikiko hoped to meet the man someday, and had been thinking about him ever since her encounter with his emissary. And that’s when she noticed a flaw in what he’d presented. Surely if he was the son of Hastur, he’d know his emissary. Aikiko grinned, and jumped to a wild conclusion that he should know she’d meant Mizuki. “Strange, you wish to know the woman I speak of but I’d figure the son of Hastur would know his own emissary. I of course speak of Raiu Mizuki, she came preaching your father’s greatness. Ever since her visit I’ve thought of your village. I wonder what life would be like if I’d serve such a great master. There is no leadership in Iwa, no real power. I hate it here none of my classmates ever tried, I was the only one who cared. Which is why I’m the best genin this village has seen in years. But every day there was whispers of defeats at the hands of the mysterious yellow men who served the Raikage, rumor has it the Mizukage lost her arm. Assuming you are who you say you are you should need no further information about your father’s emissary. Now tell me, what is he really like? Is he truly a god?” Aikiko was hanging on for a response, excited for the chance to learn about Hastur. While her sharingan was still active the serious expression would have given way to one of genuine excitement.
572 words.
In her mind this was like an answer to prayer she’d never known she’d given. Aikiko’s mind filled with question after question about the man she’d so often found herself daydreaming about. Aikiko hoped to meet the man someday, and had been thinking about him ever since her encounter with his emissary. And that’s when she noticed a flaw in what he’d presented. Surely if he was the son of Hastur, he’d know his emissary. Aikiko grinned, and jumped to a wild conclusion that he should know she’d meant Mizuki. “Strange, you wish to know the woman I speak of but I’d figure the son of Hastur would know his own emissary. I of course speak of Raiu Mizuki, she came preaching your father’s greatness. Ever since her visit I’ve thought of your village. I wonder what life would be like if I’d serve such a great master. There is no leadership in Iwa, no real power. I hate it here none of my classmates ever tried, I was the only one who cared. Which is why I’m the best genin this village has seen in years. But every day there was whispers of defeats at the hands of the mysterious yellow men who served the Raikage, rumor has it the Mizukage lost her arm. Assuming you are who you say you are you should need no further information about your father’s emissary. Now tell me, what is he really like? Is he truly a god?” Aikiko was hanging on for a response, excited for the chance to learn about Hastur. While her sharingan was still active the serious expression would have given way to one of genuine excitement.
572 words.