Painted against the black sky were dozens - no, probably hundreds of lights. All drifted toward the unknown, but none made it too far. Each of them held a special meaning to its creator. Was it for a friend, a parent or a lost ally, the little lanterns danced fleetingly before vanishing in bright strokes of yellow. Hers was just ashes now flying in-between its fastly aging cousins. Soon they too would turn to dust.
Shizuka turned away from the scene, eyes a little distant from the burderning thoughts which remained in the back of her mind. The trip to Konoha had been a wonderful relief, a change she had needed so badly. Still, there was a deep cut left from her parents’ departure and she would need a lot more time to heal. Unsure whether it would ever close, she had still decided to move on somehow. Step by step she had to walk, because the moment she would stop function every opportunity before her would go to waste. That’s something her parents wouldn’t have ever wanted. It was that idea she held onto when the loneliness nagged at her. The lack of light when she came home, the cold floors greeting her with their worn out wood, all of those little things had pushed her to leave her home village with a group of other shinobi. Every excuse not to go home was one she took. This here, well, the festival was perfect even if she was feeling like anything but festive.
The night’s air bit into her skin. She wrapped the emerald green scarf a little bit tighter around her neck. Her already pale skin was taking on an even whiter shade. She probably looked like a ghost of sorts as she quickly moved across one of the many unknown streets. The was laughter mixed with alcohol, scents of foods, kids yelling while trying on each other’s masks - she took it all in with eyes the same color as her scarf. Now and then the young shinobi twisted to the side to let someone taller pass. Today she wasn’t out for a fight. What she did wouldn’t mind, though, was a snack.
Finding herself being drawn toward one of the stands were food was sold, she took out some coins to get herself a large cup of ramen to go. It wasn’t easy to eat while walking with all those people on the street, but she managed. That was until she thought to see a familiar face. Could it be that he was here for the festivities or was this someone el-?
The toddler came out of nowhere. She caught his sudden approach from the corner of her eye, but couldn’t do much to escape the collision. To lessen the damage, she tried to grab him while stumbling forward. Which, of course, sent the ramen flying. Well, it was better for it to fly forward than land onto the kid’s head. At least that’s what she thought until her gaze fell onto the royal blue cloak full of noodles. As the stain grew larger so did Shizuka’s pupils.
“I .. eh..” she mumbled as the cup hit the ground and went lost between many feet. The toddler ran off.. and Shizuka felt like doing the same when the owner of the cloak she had so neatly decorated with slices of pork and long strings of noodles turned around.
Bright blue eyes pierced her to the core. She kept silent for a moment, then gathered her courage and tried to do what was right. Hopefully the woman wouldn’t yell.. or try to figure out who her parents were so they could pay for the clothes. Not that it would work.
Unsure if she should have started with an apology, Shizuka found herself saying the following: “If you want to, you can have my jacket, but it might be a bit too small.”
What a brilliant idea, she mentally slapped herself. Why did she even try to offer a stranger her favorite deep bordeaux jacket that was obvious too small anyway?
[MFT: 683]
Shizuka turned away from the scene, eyes a little distant from the burderning thoughts which remained in the back of her mind. The trip to Konoha had been a wonderful relief, a change she had needed so badly. Still, there was a deep cut left from her parents’ departure and she would need a lot more time to heal. Unsure whether it would ever close, she had still decided to move on somehow. Step by step she had to walk, because the moment she would stop function every opportunity before her would go to waste. That’s something her parents wouldn’t have ever wanted. It was that idea she held onto when the loneliness nagged at her. The lack of light when she came home, the cold floors greeting her with their worn out wood, all of those little things had pushed her to leave her home village with a group of other shinobi. Every excuse not to go home was one she took. This here, well, the festival was perfect even if she was feeling like anything but festive.
The night’s air bit into her skin. She wrapped the emerald green scarf a little bit tighter around her neck. Her already pale skin was taking on an even whiter shade. She probably looked like a ghost of sorts as she quickly moved across one of the many unknown streets. The was laughter mixed with alcohol, scents of foods, kids yelling while trying on each other’s masks - she took it all in with eyes the same color as her scarf. Now and then the young shinobi twisted to the side to let someone taller pass. Today she wasn’t out for a fight. What she did wouldn’t mind, though, was a snack.
Finding herself being drawn toward one of the stands were food was sold, she took out some coins to get herself a large cup of ramen to go. It wasn’t easy to eat while walking with all those people on the street, but she managed. That was until she thought to see a familiar face. Could it be that he was here for the festivities or was this someone el-?
The toddler came out of nowhere. She caught his sudden approach from the corner of her eye, but couldn’t do much to escape the collision. To lessen the damage, she tried to grab him while stumbling forward. Which, of course, sent the ramen flying. Well, it was better for it to fly forward than land onto the kid’s head. At least that’s what she thought until her gaze fell onto the royal blue cloak full of noodles. As the stain grew larger so did Shizuka’s pupils.
“I .. eh..” she mumbled as the cup hit the ground and went lost between many feet. The toddler ran off.. and Shizuka felt like doing the same when the owner of the cloak she had so neatly decorated with slices of pork and long strings of noodles turned around.
Bright blue eyes pierced her to the core. She kept silent for a moment, then gathered her courage and tried to do what was right. Hopefully the woman wouldn’t yell.. or try to figure out who her parents were so they could pay for the clothes. Not that it would work.
Unsure if she should have started with an apology, Shizuka found herself saying the following: “If you want to, you can have my jacket, but it might be a bit too small.”
What a brilliant idea, she mentally slapped herself. Why did she even try to offer a stranger her favorite deep bordeaux jacket that was obvious too small anyway?
[MFT: 683]