Family Ties [Private; Complete]
May 11, 2011 17:01:42 GMT -8
Post by Hikaru Akadou on May 11, 2011 17:01:42 GMT -8
Hikaru took a step forward and not in the direction his father wanted him too. There were some things that a person just couldn’t fight no matter how desperately they wanted to appease someone they loved. In this case, curiosity, and the need to fill a gap within his heart won out. Although, once the decision was made, that was not to say that everything worked out fine. There would be consequences; there would always be consequences now that he had become a Shinobi. However, just because something could go horribly wrong doesn’t mean that an attempt should not be made. Tension and conflict after all, are what make life exciting and not just some dull ride that could end at any time.
Several seconds passed, and he just stared, standing across from her, where his father had stood. He blinked a few times, titled his head and cleared his throat. And yet, such gestures that would suggest impending speech did not this time. He didn’t know how, or where to start, or if he should even bother. The experience of losing a loved one at a young age, and then having her suddenly returned was not only a shock, but completely unheard of. He had been so young and he wasn’t sure if he had a right to talk to her in the first place. The memories that had once been so prevalent and saddening were all but washed away, lost with his childhood. Somehow, they came flooding back, as if they had been only held up by a dam which was broken by Midori. He had an urge to embrace her but did not move.
Luckily, it was not he whom had to break the silence, for if it had been the ‘staring’ would have persisted much longer, if it ended at all. Midori spoke; wiping away crested tears that had now since dried. “You probably don’t remember me, and I wouldn’t blame you. Name’s Midori I’m your older sister.” As she spoke, he stared at the white that made up both her eyes. They lacked pupils, and although he felt bad, he couldn’t stop himself from gazing into them. There was something distant, serene about them that he couldn’t ignore, nor did he want too. “I’m blind Hikaru; it’s a side effect of absorbing too much chakra at once.” She explained. After several seconds of waiting for a response, she took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them. “Well, are you going to say something, or did you go mute while I was away? You used to talk all the time y’know?
In all honesty, Hikaru didn’t know what to say, or how to act. He couldn’t just accept her for who she was, because he didn’t know. His parents, they were anger at her and she had left the village. The slashed leaf upon her head served as a reminder of what he was dealing with. A Missing-Nin, a Shinobi whom had either betrayed or fled from a village, however unsure of the case, the same concept applied. She was technically an enemy. And yet, he had to do something, he wasn’t like his parents in that way. He wouldn’t yell or just walk out and leave someone else to deal with her. That wasn’t right and it surely wasn’t the best way to welcome home a family member, deserter or not. There was one thing he was sure about: he didn’t want her to leave again, and thus could only do one thing. He closed the rest of the distance between them and embraced her; the height difference only making it slightly awkward. Yet, he remained silent, unable to speak.
Several seconds passed, and he just stared, standing across from her, where his father had stood. He blinked a few times, titled his head and cleared his throat. And yet, such gestures that would suggest impending speech did not this time. He didn’t know how, or where to start, or if he should even bother. The experience of losing a loved one at a young age, and then having her suddenly returned was not only a shock, but completely unheard of. He had been so young and he wasn’t sure if he had a right to talk to her in the first place. The memories that had once been so prevalent and saddening were all but washed away, lost with his childhood. Somehow, they came flooding back, as if they had been only held up by a dam which was broken by Midori. He had an urge to embrace her but did not move.
Luckily, it was not he whom had to break the silence, for if it had been the ‘staring’ would have persisted much longer, if it ended at all. Midori spoke; wiping away crested tears that had now since dried. “You probably don’t remember me, and I wouldn’t blame you. Name’s Midori I’m your older sister.” As she spoke, he stared at the white that made up both her eyes. They lacked pupils, and although he felt bad, he couldn’t stop himself from gazing into them. There was something distant, serene about them that he couldn’t ignore, nor did he want too. “I’m blind Hikaru; it’s a side effect of absorbing too much chakra at once.” She explained. After several seconds of waiting for a response, she took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them. “Well, are you going to say something, or did you go mute while I was away? You used to talk all the time y’know?
In all honesty, Hikaru didn’t know what to say, or how to act. He couldn’t just accept her for who she was, because he didn’t know. His parents, they were anger at her and she had left the village. The slashed leaf upon her head served as a reminder of what he was dealing with. A Missing-Nin, a Shinobi whom had either betrayed or fled from a village, however unsure of the case, the same concept applied. She was technically an enemy. And yet, he had to do something, he wasn’t like his parents in that way. He wouldn’t yell or just walk out and leave someone else to deal with her. That wasn’t right and it surely wasn’t the best way to welcome home a family member, deserter or not. There was one thing he was sure about: he didn’t want her to leave again, and thus could only do one thing. He closed the rest of the distance between them and embraced her; the height difference only making it slightly awkward. Yet, he remained silent, unable to speak.
