1 I can make a man out of you. [Karisuma Clan estate/Nagashi/Private/no kill] Sun Nov 03, 2013 1:59 pm
Misoka
D-rank
“Good.” He lifted her chin up. “Now use the doujutsu.”
Misoka frowned, but did as she was told. For the next few minutes she watched her grand-father’s gaze become hazy, a sight she would have loved to drag out, no, better: take advantage of. Of course this was impossible. His advisors were standing in the room, two of them guarding the door, each of them observing the scene like a hawk.
All Misoka could do was wait.
Eventually, Akihiko raised his hand and said,”I have seen enough.” - the sign for her to stop.
Then he nodded to one of his advisors. “It seems her eyes are finished. There is almost no difference between what they look like now and when her doujutsu is activated. Besides the obvious.” A light chuckle left his mouth as he patted her cheek. “They do not affect the nervous system and can thus be called harmless.”
The smirk across his lips would disappear as quickly as it had come. Impatiently, he pointed to a sheet of paper lying on his desk. “Raise her price. It is only fair that we can now charge extra for the glowing effect. And fill in that she sings... alright. But what can you do about it: She doesn’t have any musical talent, and I have no hope that she will suddenly gain one.”
He walked over to his advisor who was sitting at the desk and following Akihiko’s commands. The clan’s head threw a glance at the paper, nodding a second time. “Good. Send out her profile to our regular customers. I believe Yukimura-san is currently looking for a girl with unusual eyes. Let’s wait for his price proposal then.”
Misoka was used to being treated like a product. Keeping a straight face, she let her gaze wander across the room without really taking note of anything.
Finally, the business talk was over. Akihiko motioned for her to leave, his other hand lazily flipping through the pile of papers in front of him.
Before she could walk out of the room, however, he called her back, lifting another sheet. The picture of a beautiful brunette was imprinted on it. “Akemi is all of a sudden talking some nonsense about freedom. I told you that you should stop implanting your crazy ideas in others’ heads. Don’t believe you’re getting away with this. Now go.”
Without a word Misoka left the room and wondered half-heartedly what her punishment would be this time. Another genjutsu torture? Or they might come up with something new for a change.
~
After his grand-daughter had gone out, Akihiko decided to get ready for the meeting he had arranged on that day. Hopefully, the brat would accept his invitation. A sly smile flitted across Akihiko’s face. They were family after all.
When he was finished barking out some commands to his advisors and guards, the clan’s head left his room and walked into the main hall where he took a seat at the huge table. Knowing that his manservant would inform him of the boy's, Nagashi’s, arrival as soon as possible, Akihiko changed a few words with his best Karisuma shinobis in the meantime.
At his behest, they had joined him at the table and would surely be of help in winning that brat over.
“Master.” Oh, speak of the devil. Akihiko looked up expectantly, his light brown eyes focusing on the short boy in front of him. ‘Why does my manservant have to be such a douche bag?’ he casually lamented in his mind before asking,”Is he there?”
The boy, about 16 years of age though Akihiko wasn’t that sure actually, fidgeted with his hands and nodded hesitantly. What the heck did he think he was doing?
“What are you waiting for then, you idiot? Show him the way!”
This was enough to send the boy running.
Akihiko shook his head, cursing the kid under his breath and considering to get himself some new servants.
Misoka frowned, but did as she was told. For the next few minutes she watched her grand-father’s gaze become hazy, a sight she would have loved to drag out, no, better: take advantage of. Of course this was impossible. His advisors were standing in the room, two of them guarding the door, each of them observing the scene like a hawk.
All Misoka could do was wait.
Eventually, Akihiko raised his hand and said,”I have seen enough.” - the sign for her to stop.
Then he nodded to one of his advisors. “It seems her eyes are finished. There is almost no difference between what they look like now and when her doujutsu is activated. Besides the obvious.” A light chuckle left his mouth as he patted her cheek. “They do not affect the nervous system and can thus be called harmless.”
The smirk across his lips would disappear as quickly as it had come. Impatiently, he pointed to a sheet of paper lying on his desk. “Raise her price. It is only fair that we can now charge extra for the glowing effect. And fill in that she sings... alright. But what can you do about it: She doesn’t have any musical talent, and I have no hope that she will suddenly gain one.”
He walked over to his advisor who was sitting at the desk and following Akihiko’s commands. The clan’s head threw a glance at the paper, nodding a second time. “Good. Send out her profile to our regular customers. I believe Yukimura-san is currently looking for a girl with unusual eyes. Let’s wait for his price proposal then.”
Misoka was used to being treated like a product. Keeping a straight face, she let her gaze wander across the room without really taking note of anything.
Finally, the business talk was over. Akihiko motioned for her to leave, his other hand lazily flipping through the pile of papers in front of him.
Before she could walk out of the room, however, he called her back, lifting another sheet. The picture of a beautiful brunette was imprinted on it. “Akemi is all of a sudden talking some nonsense about freedom. I told you that you should stop implanting your crazy ideas in others’ heads. Don’t believe you’re getting away with this. Now go.”
Without a word Misoka left the room and wondered half-heartedly what her punishment would be this time. Another genjutsu torture? Or they might come up with something new for a change.
~
After his grand-daughter had gone out, Akihiko decided to get ready for the meeting he had arranged on that day. Hopefully, the brat would accept his invitation. A sly smile flitted across Akihiko’s face. They were family after all.
When he was finished barking out some commands to his advisors and guards, the clan’s head left his room and walked into the main hall where he took a seat at the huge table. Knowing that his manservant would inform him of the boy's, Nagashi’s, arrival as soon as possible, Akihiko changed a few words with his best Karisuma shinobis in the meantime.
At his behest, they had joined him at the table and would surely be of help in winning that brat over.
“Master.” Oh, speak of the devil. Akihiko looked up expectantly, his light brown eyes focusing on the short boy in front of him. ‘Why does my manservant have to be such a douche bag?’ he casually lamented in his mind before asking,”Is he there?”
The boy, about 16 years of age though Akihiko wasn’t that sure actually, fidgeted with his hands and nodded hesitantly. What the heck did he think he was doing?
“What are you waiting for then, you idiot? Show him the way!”
This was enough to send the boy running.
Akihiko shook his head, cursing the kid under his breath and considering to get himself some new servants.