[OOC: A continuation from here]
As Kahako walked about the streets of Kumogakure, she could feel his presence. She could smell the cologne he wears and as if his hand was holding hers. His gentle voice calling to her. What bothers you, my master?
At first Kahako used the chakra to fuel her jog. Her running became a fast sprint as she carried herself further and further away from home. She was still in the urban part of the city, but Kahako knew it wouldn’t be long before she ran into a large patch of wooded area.
But that wasn’t what bothered her. No, Kahako was running to try and get her mind off of the conversation between her and her aunt. Once Kahako realized that she had been blessed (or cursed, depending on who looked at it) with the ability to control chakra, it was like a new set of possibilities opened for her. It took hard work and months of convincing her father and mother to let her enroll in the academy. Kahako thought that once she made it to Kumogakure, her family life would become less stressful. Unfortunately, she was sorely disappointed. For the past two years, the woman continued to pressure Kahako into to ending her career as a shinobi. And for two years Kahako didn’t say much to the passive aggressive games Sei played. But today, to have that same argument right after her new body transformation? Well… it was why she was running, wasn’t it?
However, a voice in her head that wasn’t remotely close to her own stopped Kahako in her tracks, and from her thoughts. Kahako paused and looked around. “That voice…” she mumbled, barely a whisper. ‘…Satou-san?’ she thought timidly. It had been… two years since she heard him. Felt that eerie presence that brought her comfort and safety when she was still a child. Two years since a frightened student and a demon who was at death’s door shared a meal… and a deal.
The tingle of someone holding her hand startled Kahako for a second. Her head looked around, but no one was close enough to her to initiate the contact. Plus, the feeling didn’t go away either. ‘Satou-san, is that you? How are you in my head? Where are you?’ General confusion plagued Kahako as she searched the surrounding area for her demon companion.
If the demon had been in the area, He would spot his master quite easily. Gone was Kahako’s yellow sweater and fuzzy, unruly hair. Instead stood a bewildered teen in a red cloak.
[Sorry for short post being short. There’s not much to go on here, but let’s get this ball rolling!]
[MFT 385 words]
As Kahako walked about the streets of Kumogakure, she could feel his presence. She could smell the cologne he wears and as if his hand was holding hers. His gentle voice calling to her. What bothers you, my master?
At first Kahako used the chakra to fuel her jog. Her running became a fast sprint as she carried herself further and further away from home. She was still in the urban part of the city, but Kahako knew it wouldn’t be long before she ran into a large patch of wooded area.
But that wasn’t what bothered her. No, Kahako was running to try and get her mind off of the conversation between her and her aunt. Once Kahako realized that she had been blessed (or cursed, depending on who looked at it) with the ability to control chakra, it was like a new set of possibilities opened for her. It took hard work and months of convincing her father and mother to let her enroll in the academy. Kahako thought that once she made it to Kumogakure, her family life would become less stressful. Unfortunately, she was sorely disappointed. For the past two years, the woman continued to pressure Kahako into to ending her career as a shinobi. And for two years Kahako didn’t say much to the passive aggressive games Sei played. But today, to have that same argument right after her new body transformation? Well… it was why she was running, wasn’t it?
However, a voice in her head that wasn’t remotely close to her own stopped Kahako in her tracks, and from her thoughts. Kahako paused and looked around. “That voice…” she mumbled, barely a whisper. ‘…Satou-san?’ she thought timidly. It had been… two years since she heard him. Felt that eerie presence that brought her comfort and safety when she was still a child. Two years since a frightened student and a demon who was at death’s door shared a meal… and a deal.
The tingle of someone holding her hand startled Kahako for a second. Her head looked around, but no one was close enough to her to initiate the contact. Plus, the feeling didn’t go away either. ‘Satou-san, is that you? How are you in my head? Where are you?’ General confusion plagued Kahako as she searched the surrounding area for her demon companion.
If the demon had been in the area, He would spot his master quite easily. Gone was Kahako’s yellow sweater and fuzzy, unruly hair. Instead stood a bewildered teen in a red cloak.
[Sorry for short post being short. There’s not much to go on here, but let’s get this ball rolling!]
[MFT 385 words]