A Series of Unfortunate Events Leads to...
"Mommm! Please, take me with you!"
Your mother had an irritated frown on her face; you had been pleading to tag along for about twenty minutes now, and now, your tactics were wearing thin on her patience. You tugged on her shirt like a child and gave her the most pleading expression you could muster. Sadly for you, she was seemingly immune to childish and 'cute' expressions.
"For the last time, no, you may not! I'm going to a funeral, not a carnival."
You groaned immaturely, "Aw! You hardly knew this person, I'm pretty sure they can make it through just fine! Besides, I'm going to be all by myself! And---"
"Make it through just fine? This person kind of died, how unconcerned can you get Mise, seriously..."
"B-but---!"
Your mother gave you a stern look; there was no more compromising, the decision was final. She began to silently zip up the smaller compartments of her suitcase, tucking everything in perfectly. Your shoulder slumped, "What am I going to do with myself while you're away?"
Mother calmly brushed a rouge strand of brown hair away, glancing at you softly; "I've already figured that out, I've arranged for you to stay at the Yagami residence while I'm away. That way, you can spend more time with your... boyfriend."
Mother said that last part teasingly and you noticeably grimaced; she caught your expression with slight curiosity but didn't question you. "Well," she began, stuffing her cell phone and ID into her coat pockets, "I've got to get going, I'll don't want to be late!"
You gave her a pitiful wave, you were hoping that she'd change her decision and that her eyes would soften as she told you that everything was going to be alright; but that was impossible. Once mother made up her mind about something there was no changing it. You would know, you had inherited your determined curiosity from her also. You listened intently as the door closed downstairs and her car door was sealed. You watched depressingly from the window in her room as she drove away, leaving the driveway empty.
"Sayonara..."
Even after she had left, her presence still lingered. You clutched onto the memory of her and held it close to your heart. Your eyes softened with the thought of her; she was the one consistent thing in your life that you had. Everyday when you woke up, you knew that she'd be there, cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Whenever you had a hard time with anything, she'd be there to offer useful advice; no matter the circumstances.
Your eyes meandered over to a picture perched on top of one of the tall dressers in her room. Enveloped around it was a gorgeous frame; the most expensive and antique frame in the house. Your eyes softened as you glanced at the person smiling so vibrantly in the picture.
Father...
After father passed away, you put all of your sanity and solace into your mother; she was the only one left. But now, Light was threatening everything.
'Ding!'
You snapped out of your grieving state and glanced out the window to catch a glimpse of the person ringing the doorbell, speak of the devil, it was Light... That last person you'd wanted to see! You were glad that there were no sharp items in your mother's room or else you might have slit your throat with one of them...
"Yes?" You asked the seventeen-year-old in the most vicious tone you could muster up. He smirked, "Rough day, I presume?" He was calmly positioned on the brim of the doorway, dressed casually yet, neat. You didn't muster up a smile on his question, you couldn't; nor did you attempt to shroud the bitterness that you felt towards him from your previous thoughts of him and the innocent officer he killed yesterday.
You growled, "Fuck off."
Light raised an eyebrow at your response, "You've quite the mouth on you..."
You simply turned your back to him, preparing to walk away from him; you weren't in the mood to engage in a conversation with him today. Not matter how many times he smiled, or how perfect his faade was; you knew better. You knew that with every person he'd meet, he was secretly envisioning their demise. He only justified his crimes by covering them up with lies about his 'righteousness' and his 'desire to create a perfect world'.
And now, he was targeting seemingly innocent civilians and missionaries of the law. What were next---small children and their mothers? It made you sick. Not everyone should be put to death for their 'crimes'. He wasn't God.
Abruptly, you felt a sharp tug on your collar, yanking you back towards Light. You nearly lost your footing, slightly tripping on yourself like how a small child trips on their laces. Annoyed, you turned to glare at him, "What!?"
Light gave a dark smirk, "Go pack some of your things; you'll going to be staying with my family for the next few days. Your mother requested that I keep you accompanied." You grimaced at him, "Yeah, and let me guess, you're just the company I need?" He gave a charming smile that was laced in deviousness and slight sarcasm, "Why, of course; who else?"
You grumbled under your breath, "How 'bout Satan?"
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[Fracture Four - Lowlife]
With a curt gesture, you fastened the straps connecting your weapons to your back. You glanced down at yourself; you had changed into more training appropriate attire:
[An outfit such as this]
It was traditional ninja attire, nothing flashy---a simple black outfit with a plain, yet vibrant crimson obi tied tightly against your waist. After much contemplation, you decided not to wear the purple waistband with your training outfit. You'd wear it with your regular clothing and important missions; not for training. Once your weapons were tied to your back, you smirked deviously. The swords on your back created an 'X' along with one more sword placed vertically in the middle. The third sword appeared at first to be nothing special, but upon closer inspection, instead of one sword, it was two sharp blades. They were your weapon of choice, with a perfect defense and offense, they could've been thought of as flawless weapons. You had tied up your hair into a ponytail for convenience---it'd be troublesome to have hair blocking your vision with every sparring session.
You took one last glance at yourself before stepping out of your room and towards the training room and towards the Sound Five---now declared the Sound Six.
It felt remarkably strange to be part of a team, a group. When you looked into your past, you had remained by yourself for most of your time. You had always wished for companionship, but were forced to steer clear from it when the topic of your abilities was brought up. One would have thought of such powers as a curse, a punishment given to a person as the result of impure behavior. But as many times as your powers caused you strife, you couldn't ignore the blessing of it.
Only a select few were given such strengths, such advantages in live itself. Everyone on team Sound was lucky to possess such advantages; especially Kimimaro. He had decided to use his powers to discover his purpose. When you had first met him, you had recognized the hungering in his eyes. It was the same hungering that you had heard when you two were younger. He desired to become worthy, to have a goal and purpose in life.
As selfish as it was; you wanted to become the purpose that he strived for, you wanted to be his goal. To others, it was nothing but an innocent thought, the pathetic wishes of a young female ninja. To you, it was...
There! Done. :) I'll try to give a full update soon. [Credit for the picture above goes to HERE]
Sorry for the lack of substantial updates.
