Tales of the Mighty Mighty Kawaii! [CH.0]
May 25, 2012 12:18:08 GMT -8
Post by Rui on May 25, 2012 12:18:08 GMT -8
"In a land far, far away, my beloved queen, Madame Blanche, has an army that nobody can stop! Hahaha!"
"Kawaii. Stop coloring, and come eat your food."
"Okay, haha-ue."
Standing up, Kawaii hurriedly made her way over to her mom who, standing in the kitchen, cooked food for her to eat. Kawaii had a long day ahead of her, and her mom wanted to make sure she was well fed. With her being a ninja, a short day could become a long night with the murmur of a word. Gripping the plate with all her might as to make sure the contents would not spill; Kawaii grabbed the plate, and then proceeded by laying it on the table in front of her. Taking a seat for herself, she would firmly situate herself down in a chair. Any moment now, she would be able to dig in, but only after her mom had sat down, too. They always prayed together, as moments like these were those to share.
Her mom, after grabbing her own plate, sat down, and they both grabbed hands. Immediately, Kawaii put her left foot on the table, bent her left knee, and shouted about with her left fist in the air, "Thank you, Blanche-sama!" Her mom shouted at her to sit down, and Kawaii did as told. She had always been a hyperactive girl. Nevertheless, it was better to keep a good mood than to have a bad mood, or not having one at all. The world had been far too big for her to give up an adventure. Therefore, when one presented itself, she would not let it pass her. After paying respect to her mother's words, they said their prayers, and began to eat.
"I think you've been around Blanche-sama, way too much," her mom said, giving Kawaii a weird look and picking up the chopsticks next to the plate. "No, haha-ue," replied, the furious Kawaii, ready to tear frivolously into the food before her. As she lifted her chopsticks to prepare to eat, her mom had spoken once more. "I mean, she's all you color. Who knows what else you'd do for her," she said, and before she could even get another sentence out, Kawaii repeated her actions from earlier, but with new words of joy. "I'd die for Blanche-sama!" she yelled, and, unlike the previous encounter, her mom looked at her with school. Tears now sliding down her smooth cream skin; her mom had left for her room. Death had been a hard thing to talk about around her mom. That is, ever since her father died in the battle against Yonbi.
Kawaii, knowing of what she had done, darted toward the room to cheer her mom up. "I didn't mean it, haha-ue," Kawaii said. Her mom slowly lifted her head, and then gently patted Kawaii's before kissing it, and speaking to her once more. "I know, Kawaii. I just don't want you to end up like---," she said before abruptly pausing, dropping her hand, and turning away. Glancing at the picture on her mom's dresser, she sighed. It had been a picture of Kawaii, her mom, and her dad, before the incident. Just looking at it was powerful enough to strike tears into the eyes of the gallant Kawaii. However, she quickly rubbed them off; as Kawaii knew herself that she had to be strong for her mom and well...herself, too.
"It's okay, haha-ue. I'm here for you," Kawaii said, tightly but loosely hugging her mom. It was about time for her to head out. Kawaii had went back into the main room, where she would grab her coloring book and crayons, before placing them all within her backpack. She would not speak any longer, as speech is silver, but silence is golden. The food would probably be cold by the time she got back, but her mom would most likely save it, and put it away for another day. Without looking back, Kawaii pushed open the door, and headed on her way. Her mom peered out the window as quietly sat and watched the little girl that she had raised all these years, walk away. Her mom could do nothing. As a ninja, raised by her father alone, she knew that what Kawaii was doing was for the better of the world. It allowed Kawaii to grow, and stand out amongst other kunoichi her age. Regardless, Kawaii's mom would show undying support for her daughter, no matter what ambition she desired.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.