[dnpc: Motomori Tia ]
A scroll had been waiting for the matriarch of the Motomori clan after she returned to her room. She was up late, attending to the last details before her plan was seen to fruition. The Motomori clan was being split in thirds and two of those thirds were moving to different destinations. The problem lied in the fact that the clan was getting so large it physically couldn't stay in one part without causing serious conflict with their neighbors. And Tia was not a woman who enjoyed fighting and she knew the world was not as it once was. In days past if you didn't like your neighbor you killed him and took his lands. Now her neighbors had protection and ties to much stronger forces, like the hidden villages.
For the longest time, the Motomori clan kept separate from the ninja towns, but no longer. The decision hadn't been easy and didn't sit well with many of the elder members of the family, but at the end of the day; she was the sole leader. Her decision was law and so they had to agree with her decision; one third of the family, including three of her sisters and their families along with three hundred others outside the main line would be staying in the clan homes. Her 4 other sisters and their families (along with almost 400 others) were moving much further to the east and setting up a second clan compound. She, her direct family, brothers and those with the most fighting potential would be moving into the hidden village.
Well to say she was splitting the clan in thirds wasn't true, it was just split into three. She would remain the leader of all, but the other two would have regent leaders, both her good trustworthy sisters. The arrangements were already made and they were leaving the next day. The clan house was already purchased and documentation was taken care of (in exchange for the promise that all her promising youth, almost 20 children were to join the shinobi academy and serve the village).
She almost didn't read the letter that night. She was already under her covers and the crystal lights dimmed before she pulled open the paper. Her fingers held tight to the edges and tired eyes started from the top. It was hard to read, the handwriting was terrible, and the light was poor. Her eyes watered from straining, but it was tears that began to fall when long dead hope rekindled...
.........she goes by the name Motomori Aika........
When she came across that in the letter, her heart almost stopped and the matriarch gripped the paper hard enough to tear it. Her daughter?
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One week later.
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Entering the village hadn't been as much trouble as the clan had expected it to be. There were 50 or so Motomori coming to live in the underground village which meant some time going over everyone's possessions and checking each person individually. Also there was a long wait for approval with their paperwork and it took even longer to make it down and be directed to their new clan houses (it was VERY expensive to buy property in the hidden village, though hardly a drop in the bucket for Tia). Though they moved in a large group, their numbers paled in comparison to the sheer number of people bustling about the place. First through the basic housing, then through the businesses then to the luxury homes. They passed hundreds of people, so it wasn't even a surprise that they weren't really noticed. Sure passer-byers couldn't ignore the sheer number in a group or the number of bags and possessions they were moving in with them, but it wasn't enough to bring further notice.
Once they reached their new clan homes, their guides dispersed and they were left to move themselves in. Of course Tia would want an audience with the steward soon and other members of the council, but the only thing on her mind and for the last week was the name that had been etched on the paper. Aika. Her heart thumped against her chest whenever she thought it. Her mother side wanted to run and find her child, if it was her, but the leader in her told her duties first.
It wasn't until nightfall (which was displayed by dimmed crystals in the tall ceiling, something very odd to her) that she had the chance to send a note out for her one strong connection in the village: Motomori Korudo. He was a promising youth, one she thought highly of. If anyone would be able to assist her, it would be him. The note sent to him was welcoming him to his own house on the clan grounds and asked for him to seek out the Matriarch as soon as he was available. Unable to sleep, she awaited the boy in the new main house. It was unfurnished for the time being, but there was a table and chairs set up and that's where she waited, her fingers fidgeting.
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It was night now and Eiji had just returned from a mission for the ANBU. He'd left the clothing with the cleaner he always used down the road before finding himself into the kitchen in his home. He'd entered without commotion, just bee-lined for the food room. However, as usual, he was unwilling to feed himself (because he hated to cook) and he made a cup of coffee, black, then sat down. He hadn't looked to see if Aika was home yet herself, but figured if she was and wanted to see him, she would do so. If she wasn't home, he wouldn't see her. And then of course, maybe she didn't want to see anyone and wouldn't out from her room. Her business was her own.. Still..
The man sighed and looked at his knuckles. They were poorly wrapped and probably still had dirt in the wounds. He never tended himself well. He was vain and beautiful so one might think he would care about such things, but the number of ugly scars on his chest and arms told otherwise. He was a reckless fighter. He rarely lost, but he also rarely dodged so he was always injured.
Eiji was oblivious to the fact that his dreaded family was now living only 20 minutes away from where he sat now, rubbing the poorly wrapped knuckles.
A scroll had been waiting for the matriarch of the Motomori clan after she returned to her room. She was up late, attending to the last details before her plan was seen to fruition. The Motomori clan was being split in thirds and two of those thirds were moving to different destinations. The problem lied in the fact that the clan was getting so large it physically couldn't stay in one part without causing serious conflict with their neighbors. And Tia was not a woman who enjoyed fighting and she knew the world was not as it once was. In days past if you didn't like your neighbor you killed him and took his lands. Now her neighbors had protection and ties to much stronger forces, like the hidden villages.
For the longest time, the Motomori clan kept separate from the ninja towns, but no longer. The decision hadn't been easy and didn't sit well with many of the elder members of the family, but at the end of the day; she was the sole leader. Her decision was law and so they had to agree with her decision; one third of the family, including three of her sisters and their families along with three hundred others outside the main line would be staying in the clan homes. Her 4 other sisters and their families (along with almost 400 others) were moving much further to the east and setting up a second clan compound. She, her direct family, brothers and those with the most fighting potential would be moving into the hidden village.
Well to say she was splitting the clan in thirds wasn't true, it was just split into three. She would remain the leader of all, but the other two would have regent leaders, both her good trustworthy sisters. The arrangements were already made and they were leaving the next day. The clan house was already purchased and documentation was taken care of (in exchange for the promise that all her promising youth, almost 20 children were to join the shinobi academy and serve the village).
She almost didn't read the letter that night. She was already under her covers and the crystal lights dimmed before she pulled open the paper. Her fingers held tight to the edges and tired eyes started from the top. It was hard to read, the handwriting was terrible, and the light was poor. Her eyes watered from straining, but it was tears that began to fall when long dead hope rekindled...
.........she goes by the name Motomori Aika........
When she came across that in the letter, her heart almost stopped and the matriarch gripped the paper hard enough to tear it. Her daughter?
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One week later.
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Entering the village hadn't been as much trouble as the clan had expected it to be. There were 50 or so Motomori coming to live in the underground village which meant some time going over everyone's possessions and checking each person individually. Also there was a long wait for approval with their paperwork and it took even longer to make it down and be directed to their new clan houses (it was VERY expensive to buy property in the hidden village, though hardly a drop in the bucket for Tia). Though they moved in a large group, their numbers paled in comparison to the sheer number of people bustling about the place. First through the basic housing, then through the businesses then to the luxury homes. They passed hundreds of people, so it wasn't even a surprise that they weren't really noticed. Sure passer-byers couldn't ignore the sheer number in a group or the number of bags and possessions they were moving in with them, but it wasn't enough to bring further notice.
Once they reached their new clan homes, their guides dispersed and they were left to move themselves in. Of course Tia would want an audience with the steward soon and other members of the council, but the only thing on her mind and for the last week was the name that had been etched on the paper. Aika. Her heart thumped against her chest whenever she thought it. Her mother side wanted to run and find her child, if it was her, but the leader in her told her duties first.
It wasn't until nightfall (which was displayed by dimmed crystals in the tall ceiling, something very odd to her) that she had the chance to send a note out for her one strong connection in the village: Motomori Korudo. He was a promising youth, one she thought highly of. If anyone would be able to assist her, it would be him. The note sent to him was welcoming him to his own house on the clan grounds and asked for him to seek out the Matriarch as soon as he was available. Unable to sleep, she awaited the boy in the new main house. It was unfurnished for the time being, but there was a table and chairs set up and that's where she waited, her fingers fidgeting.
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It was night now and Eiji had just returned from a mission for the ANBU. He'd left the clothing with the cleaner he always used down the road before finding himself into the kitchen in his home. He'd entered without commotion, just bee-lined for the food room. However, as usual, he was unwilling to feed himself (because he hated to cook) and he made a cup of coffee, black, then sat down. He hadn't looked to see if Aika was home yet herself, but figured if she was and wanted to see him, she would do so. If she wasn't home, he wouldn't see her. And then of course, maybe she didn't want to see anyone and wouldn't out from her room. Her business was her own.. Still..
The man sighed and looked at his knuckles. They were poorly wrapped and probably still had dirt in the wounds. He never tended himself well. He was vain and beautiful so one might think he would care about such things, but the number of ugly scars on his chest and arms told otherwise. He was a reckless fighter. He rarely lost, but he also rarely dodged so he was always injured.
Eiji was oblivious to the fact that his dreaded family was now living only 20 minutes away from where he sat now, rubbing the poorly wrapped knuckles.