1 Hard to Say Goodbye (open/no kill) Mon Mar 25, 2013 3:26 pm
Misoka
D-rank
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The door creaked when she opened it and walked inside. Her father was already sitting at the kitchen table, turning his head slightly to face her. There was a long silence spreading between them. A feeling of anxiety and agitation rose inside her and tightened her chest. She closed the door behind her with trembling fingers before she made her way to the table, taking a seat opposite her father. He knew. Of course he knew that she had been eavesdropping. Meaning the other man must have noticed her presence as well.
“Okay.” It was a meaningless word, but the best Misoka could think of at the moment. She licked her lips nervously. “What’s the matter with that… man?”
She could hear her father clearing his throat and feel his uneasiness. Why was he hesitating? What was he going to tell her? At the same time, she wasn’t so sure whether she wanted to hear it or not.
“Misoka… There is a lot we have to talk about.” He scratched his head as he always did when he was anxious. “That man was the Karisuma Clan leader, but I take it you already know that.” There was no smile on his lips, nothing to ease the tension in the air. Misoka watched his eyes grow cold at the mention of her clan. If she hadn’t felt so stiff inside, she might have shown the same emotion.
He went on, his voice slightly louder than before.
“They are going to come for you. And this is a fact, not a possibility. I’ve seen the difference between his words and the look on his face. It doesn’t matter that the Kazekage had made you a Chunin -”
“What?” Misoka interrupted him as surprise joined the anxiety inside her. “I’m a Chunin?”
“Yes. She told me,” came the simple answer.
Before her father could continue talking, Misoka put the faint glimmer of hope she felt into words,”But then – they won’t take me away! I’m a Chunin, I can become one of their prestige female shinobis like Mom was -” – “You can’t!”
Misoka gasped, shutting her mouth and looking into her father’s enraged eyes. “You can’t,” he repeated impatiently. “They’re not ones to make the same mistake again. Your mother was an exception and after what happened to her and her great Jou-nin skills, she will forever be the only exception in their history! I don’t intend to say anything negative about Yuki, but the truth is that she really neglected her training after your birth. And I can say the same about me. She got killed because we were too naïve and lazy and…” He trailed off, exhaling in a desperate sigh. Misoka kept silent as she knew that there was more he had to say.
“I don’t want to beat around the bush, Misoka. They are not going to leave you alone and they are coming for you. No-one of us will be able to convince them. The clan is short of money and well, you’ve got the eyes.”
“Which eyes? What is everyone trying to tell me by that?!” She rose out of her seat, tears threatening to blur her sight. This was all too much to take in. Basically, her father was telling her that there was no hope anymore, that she was going to marry some old man who only cared for her appearance.
Another sigh escaped her father’s lips and she took note of the fact that he seemed to be avoiding her gaze on purpose. “Not everyone of the Karisuma Clan has shiny eyes. They are believed to be long extinct, replaced by the non-permanent Kekkei genkai effect. But you… you’ve got the permanent doujutsu. Or at least that’s how your mother had tried to explain it to me. You must’ve inherited it from her.” He kept staring at his hands. “The thing is that shiny eyes are a rarity in your clan. The … custom-, um, people pay much more for such a girl.”
This was another piece of information she had to take in. Defeated, she dropped to her seat again, a stray tear trickling down her cheek. She didn’t know how to feel. Something in her told her that she should be mad at her father for keeping this fact from her until now. But she didn’t have the strength to feel anger. There was only a dark emptiness engulfing her.
“What shall I do now?” She whispered, not sure whether she was speaking to someone directly. Her father, however, had heard her. His answer would ring in her head for the next hours.
“You are leaving Suna tonight. I talked to my mother from Konoha; she is going to take care of you.”
Misoka’s head shot up, eyes widened. “Not permanently of course,” he gave in quickly. “But you will stay there for the next few months or so. We’ll stay in touch. That is, if I can be sure that the clan won’t control the letters I send. They must not find out where you are. You left home and that’s all I know.”
She felt paralyzed at first, then she found out how to move again. She tossed her head in utter denial.
No, no, no, no. But the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.
“This is necessary,” her father added and this time his voice sounded weak and almost stifled. Of course he wasn’t too thrilled about her leaving, either. And that was the moment when she knew that she simply had no choice. That her father wasn’t making this up – there really was no other way except that she would give in to the clan’s wish. Slowly, her head stopped tossing and finally turned into a shaky nod. She stared at her hands and noticed that they were trembling. Was she crying? She checked, moving one of her hands up to her cheek. It was dry. Thank God. She hated to cry in front of others, even in front of her Dad.
“You have the afternoon to say goodbye to your friends,” her father said quietly.
Then the silence came back, making Misoka feel already far away from her family and friends. Her mind felt heavy, so did her heart.
She wondered whether the door would creak again when she would go outside.
„This is temporary. Let’s wait for the day when we will meet again.”
The door creaked when she opened it and walked inside. Her father was already sitting at the kitchen table, turning his head slightly to face her. There was a long silence spreading between them. A feeling of anxiety and agitation rose inside her and tightened her chest. She closed the door behind her with trembling fingers before she made her way to the table, taking a seat opposite her father. He knew. Of course he knew that she had been eavesdropping. Meaning the other man must have noticed her presence as well.
“Okay.” It was a meaningless word, but the best Misoka could think of at the moment. She licked her lips nervously. “What’s the matter with that… man?”
She could hear her father clearing his throat and feel his uneasiness. Why was he hesitating? What was he going to tell her? At the same time, she wasn’t so sure whether she wanted to hear it or not.
“Misoka… There is a lot we have to talk about.” He scratched his head as he always did when he was anxious. “That man was the Karisuma Clan leader, but I take it you already know that.” There was no smile on his lips, nothing to ease the tension in the air. Misoka watched his eyes grow cold at the mention of her clan. If she hadn’t felt so stiff inside, she might have shown the same emotion.
He went on, his voice slightly louder than before.
“They are going to come for you. And this is a fact, not a possibility. I’ve seen the difference between his words and the look on his face. It doesn’t matter that the Kazekage had made you a Chunin -”
“What?” Misoka interrupted him as surprise joined the anxiety inside her. “I’m a Chunin?”
“Yes. She told me,” came the simple answer.
Before her father could continue talking, Misoka put the faint glimmer of hope she felt into words,”But then – they won’t take me away! I’m a Chunin, I can become one of their prestige female shinobis like Mom was -” – “You can’t!”
Misoka gasped, shutting her mouth and looking into her father’s enraged eyes. “You can’t,” he repeated impatiently. “They’re not ones to make the same mistake again. Your mother was an exception and after what happened to her and her great Jou-nin skills, she will forever be the only exception in their history! I don’t intend to say anything negative about Yuki, but the truth is that she really neglected her training after your birth. And I can say the same about me. She got killed because we were too naïve and lazy and…” He trailed off, exhaling in a desperate sigh. Misoka kept silent as she knew that there was more he had to say.
“I don’t want to beat around the bush, Misoka. They are not going to leave you alone and they are coming for you. No-one of us will be able to convince them. The clan is short of money and well, you’ve got the eyes.”
“Which eyes? What is everyone trying to tell me by that?!” She rose out of her seat, tears threatening to blur her sight. This was all too much to take in. Basically, her father was telling her that there was no hope anymore, that she was going to marry some old man who only cared for her appearance.
Another sigh escaped her father’s lips and she took note of the fact that he seemed to be avoiding her gaze on purpose. “Not everyone of the Karisuma Clan has shiny eyes. They are believed to be long extinct, replaced by the non-permanent Kekkei genkai effect. But you… you’ve got the permanent doujutsu. Or at least that’s how your mother had tried to explain it to me. You must’ve inherited it from her.” He kept staring at his hands. “The thing is that shiny eyes are a rarity in your clan. The … custom-, um, people pay much more for such a girl.”
This was another piece of information she had to take in. Defeated, she dropped to her seat again, a stray tear trickling down her cheek. She didn’t know how to feel. Something in her told her that she should be mad at her father for keeping this fact from her until now. But she didn’t have the strength to feel anger. There was only a dark emptiness engulfing her.
“What shall I do now?” She whispered, not sure whether she was speaking to someone directly. Her father, however, had heard her. His answer would ring in her head for the next hours.
“You are leaving Suna tonight. I talked to my mother from Konoha; she is going to take care of you.”
Misoka’s head shot up, eyes widened. “Not permanently of course,” he gave in quickly. “But you will stay there for the next few months or so. We’ll stay in touch. That is, if I can be sure that the clan won’t control the letters I send. They must not find out where you are. You left home and that’s all I know.”
She felt paralyzed at first, then she found out how to move again. She tossed her head in utter denial.
No, no, no, no. But the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.
“This is necessary,” her father added and this time his voice sounded weak and almost stifled. Of course he wasn’t too thrilled about her leaving, either. And that was the moment when she knew that she simply had no choice. That her father wasn’t making this up – there really was no other way except that she would give in to the clan’s wish. Slowly, her head stopped tossing and finally turned into a shaky nod. She stared at her hands and noticed that they were trembling. Was she crying? She checked, moving one of her hands up to her cheek. It was dry. Thank God. She hated to cry in front of others, even in front of her Dad.
“You have the afternoon to say goodbye to your friends,” her father said quietly.
Then the silence came back, making Misoka feel already far away from her family and friends. Her mind felt heavy, so did her heart.
She wondered whether the door would creak again when she would go outside.