1 A Day at the Exams [Invite Only] Tue Nov 27, 2018 9:38 pm
Aka
D-rank
- Invited Persons:
Dokeshi
Taeru
“Aka, are you paying attention to me? What I’m trying to show you could save your life!”, Junko snapped at her daughter, sighing as she placed her hands on her hips. She had just gone through the explanation of a particularly complicated bit of metal sand manipulation but her daughters mind had clearly been elsewhere during the whole thing. If she was anyone else she would have attacked her own blood, but alas, she wasn’t quite to that level of cruelty.Eight Years Ago
Instead of answering her mother’s question Aka turned her focus from the Infinity Gang’s camp that she could see off in the distance, nearly a mile away, and onto her mother. “Why are we part of the Infinity Gang?”, she asked suddenly, catching her mother off guard.
Junko let a moment of shock at the question to show on her face before she quickly covered it with her usual passive expression that bordered on being almost mean. “This isn’t the time for questions, Aka. We have very little time to train before the camp will be moving again and I’d rather not waste it on stupidity.”, she shut her daughters question down hard, harshness in her words: she didn’t like questions like these and she never had.
“Why can’t we be normal, live a normal life? Would having a job really be worse off than this?”, Aka asked, ignoring her mother as she gestured with her left hand towards the camp in the distance. “Constantly moving, constantly in trouble and having to watch our backs, the constant fear that someone is going to come along and kill---”, a loud smack caused her head to jerk to the right as her mother backhanded her across the face, the sting of the smack being felt only a moment afterward. She held her cheek in shock, lips parted, as tears welled up in her eyes and then rolled silently down her cheeks. It wasn’t the pain from being smacked that hurt her, she was no stranger to pain considering the training she had been put through, but rather the fact itself that her mother had actually struck her.
Seeing her tears Junko’s gaze softened, but as she reached for her daughter, intent on healing her cheek, a stab of pain crossed her heart as Aka jerked back and away from her touch, putting a small bit of distance between them. Dropping her hand back to her side Junko sighed once more and shook her head. “One day you’ll understand why you can’t ask questions like these Aka. You must understand that asking such things can be dangerous, and the penalty for even looking like you might betray the Infinity Gang is one I wouldn’t wish on even my worst enemy - it’s so much worse than death.”
Dropping her hand from her cheek Aka found her hands balling into fists as her rage spiked. “I hate this! I hate them… I hate you!”, she practically screamed before storming off into the brush, knowing well that if she didn’t put some kind of distance between herself and her mother she was likely to lash out physically against the older woman. Junko was right: she didn’t understand, she didn’t yet know the penalty for those of the Infinity Gang who wanted to leave - but she would see it first hand that night, and then she would understand.
The day was dreary and cold: the rain from earlier having dropped the temperature quite a bit, leading to it being cold enough outside to see one’s breath. While this would have been perfect training weather for the young Kansen-Suru she had instead retreated to her hotel suite’s bedroom where she had spent the better half of the afternoon tucked comfortably beneath her fleece throw blanket doodling in her sketchbook. She was in a bit of a drawing block: she had ideas and yet none of them were complete, evident of all of the small doodles she had started and abandoned before finishing. In truth her mind was elsewhere. Dreary days like this reminded her of the day her mother died, and it reminded her of how much she missed her, even seven years later. When she was super young she had loved the woman as any child could love their parent, but as she had gotten older that love had turned to hatred and despise. The very presence of her mother for a short few years was more than enough to set her off, and for quite a while the pair had simply avoided one another. That had changed when a situation had risen within the Infinity Gang that shined a spotlight on how people who wanted to leave the gang, specifically females, were treated. It had been horrifying, and all were forced to watch for hours. It told her so much of what her mother had been trying so hard to protect her from, it had told her how much of a brat she had been to the woman who only had her best intentions in heart, and it had changed their relationship for the better. The evening of that incident she had spent the majority of the night sobbing and apologizing as her mother whispered words of kindness and understanding to her and simply held and rocked her. That episode had brought about a change in Aka towards her mother, and formed a sort of bond that even now hurt to have been shattered.Present Day
With a sigh of exasperation she flipped the cover of her sketchbook closed and then tossed it on the bed along with her pencil and eraser. She took a moment to stretch before curling herself into a ball and sitting there on her butt, her arms wrapped around her knees which were pressed up against her chest. In that moment, right then and there, she felt younger than she was and she found herself making hopeless wishes that she could change the past, that she could go back and somehow warn her mother of what was to come as a means to save her. Wishing was stupid, as she very much knew, and would change nothing but that didn’t stop her from trying. Annoyed and irritated with herself she forced herself to uncurl from the ball she had pulled herself into, speaking to herself in a stern but soft voice, “You cannot change the past. Wishing on stars fixes nothing and solves nothing. You can only shape the destiny before you and create the life you want. There’s no going back, only forward.” Yet, even as she said the words, even as she knew the truth and validity in them, they didn’t help.
Getting gracefully up from her hotel room bed Aka made her way to the window that faced the wall that surrounded Konohagakure no Sato, but as she crossed the room she caught her reflection in the full length mirror and turned to face herself. She stared into her own citrine yellow eyes for a moment before allowing her gaze to roam over the rest of her appearance: while her red hair had always been long and full with a gentle wave to it she had decided to shave the back and sides very short only three weeks ago. Over the past year she had gained a multitude of tattoos that covered almost every inch of her body while having her septum, bottom lip, and cheek pierced in three places as well as her ears. With her naturally dark lashes and the smidgen of eyeliner she wore she looked like the thug she should have been by birthright. Her attire didn’t help this either: today's outfit was a bit better than her norm but it still screamed rebellious: a simple v-neck long sleeved shirt that clung to her well fit figure and C-cup bust, leggings that were just as black as the shirt. Her feet weren’t covered, but much like her fingernails her toenails were always painted black. Using her fingers she combed her hair up so that she had it all held with one hand before taking the ponytail holder off of her right wrist and slipping her hair up into a slightly messy looking bun. She knew that men liked her appearance, she looked like the kind of girl who could fulfill their darkest of fantasies, yet in that moment she felt like a stranger to herself. She no longer looked like the little innocent girl she once did, she looked like a hardened female who had been through hell and lived to tell the tale.
Pulling herself away from her appearance she crossed the rest of the way to the window and sat down on the little bench that lined it, the bottom half of which was stuffed with various books she had picked up since their arrival in Konohagakure no Sato that mostly covered medical topics - something she was still learning about. Outside she could see smaller children splashing in puddles, giggling and laughing up a storm, as older children or parents supervised them. The innocence brought a smile to her face and a bit of happiness to her otherwise saddened heart: while she knew first hand how it felt to lose a loved one she was at least happy that they got a chance to experience happiness. It was something she had only fleeting glimpses of when she was younger: a handful of moments in which her mother and her could laugh and play. She could still remember back to when she first was informed she was being taken to an orphanage, she feared the place were be dark and soulless, a place of unhappiness and pain, and yet that wasn’t the case here. She had settled in very well, had made friends, and felt like she was part of a family in some sense of the word. Though, there was more to it than that. Dokeshi had done quite a lot in ensuring her comfort here, and he was the person she clung to the most - and still continued to cling to. He was the constant in her life, her comfort, her friend, her love, her everything. He was the reason she trained so hard, pushed herself past limits that others could not, he was her constant motivation to improve. Yet, she had almost lost him too, hadn’t she? A mission gone wrong: the images still could flood her mind, especially at moments like this when she was feeling particularly vulnerable. She mentally kicked herself in that moment: she should have been out training, bettering herself, instead of standing here sulking.
As if sensing her gaze several of the younger children paused, one of them pointing up at her and catching the gaze of several others who likewise looked in her direction. They waved, happy smiles upon their faces, and she felt herself smiling back as she lifted her right hand and returned the gesture. She forced the darkest thoughts from her mind dealing with the day she had nearly lost her best friend and love of her life, and focused instead on wondering where he was. A glance at the clock showed it was almost four o’clock in the evening, and she knew she would be hungry for dinner very soon. “Hmm, where have you wandered off to, love?”, she muttered out loud to herself as if the very walls of the room would perhaps respond to her and provide her with the answers she needed. She knew if one person could get her out of this funk and make her feel better it was him.
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