There were few things in life that Yume could honestly say she hated: waking up early, horror movies, peppercorns... meetings with the ninja council. Her true name.
It was the worst thing, doubly. Having to meet with someone that worked freely in the Hokage's Mansion went hand in hand with her birth name. People there had access to her locked files can see who she truly was and who she truly came from. If the masses knew of her family name... Hmph, she wouldn't be surprised to see if these higher ups are already looking down at her with scrutiny.
The girl tried her hardest, dammit. She tried her best to keep her name spotless to prove them wrong that she wasn't as heartless as her father.
Perhaps the effort was all in vain?
Yume sat in the waiting lobby of the mansion, unsure of what to think of this summon. The timing couldn't be better though, since she did ask her manager to organise a meeting with these people too. Who did summoned first, she wondered. Her manager? Or this person?
Settling back against the wall of the waiting lobby where the receptionist guided her to, Yume closed her eyes and slowed her breath in a light doze. The sounds around her dulled, and she would only stir when her name (Yume) was called or if someone approached her. If she was going to meet with the judgemental eyes of a mansion employee, she might as well find some method of steeling her nerves before facing her name.
It was the worst thing, doubly. Having to meet with someone that worked freely in the Hokage's Mansion went hand in hand with her birth name. People there had access to her locked files can see who she truly was and who she truly came from. If the masses knew of her family name... Hmph, she wouldn't be surprised to see if these higher ups are already looking down at her with scrutiny.
The girl tried her hardest, dammit. She tried her best to keep her name spotless to prove them wrong that she wasn't as heartless as her father.
Perhaps the effort was all in vain?
Yume sat in the waiting lobby of the mansion, unsure of what to think of this summon. The timing couldn't be better though, since she did ask her manager to organise a meeting with these people too. Who did summoned first, she wondered. Her manager? Or this person?
Settling back against the wall of the waiting lobby where the receptionist guided her to, Yume closed her eyes and slowed her breath in a light doze. The sounds around her dulled, and she would only stir when her name (Yume) was called or if someone approached her. If she was going to meet with the judgemental eyes of a mansion employee, she might as well find some method of steeling her nerves before facing her name.