The mansion was quiet, however not dark. Suzu laid in her bed rather silently, mindlessly staring up at the ceiling...that had been all she'd been doing lately. Even after she began walking again, Iori and Chizuru insisted that she take her recovery as slowly as possible. She hated this, she hated feeling so weak, so vulnerable...so why they insisted on her feeling this way, she knew not. She knew they had her well being in their hearts, but she absolutely hated feeling this way. So her she know lied. Waiting to make sure that no one was home. She listened closely for any activity through the mansion, hearing none, she would lift herself off her make shift hospital bed. Her legs were weak, but they were good enough to lift and carry her small body. She didn't weigh much, so it wasn't as hard as it would should she had been taller. But either way, she was thankful. She breathed very shallowly, not daring to put to much sprain on her new lung. An organ recently regrown thanks to her brother's medical knowledge, and illegal compounds he would not disclose. But either way, they had saved her life. Shuffling softly across the floor, remaining light on her feet to not make a noise. She wore a plain white muscle shirt, finding little need to bind her chest at the moment, being within the comfort of her own home. However the shirt was a little big, so it hung over her hips like a mini dress. Her hair still somewhat disheveled because of how little time she had to take care of it.
She peeked her little red head out of her door. Looking into the hallway, cautiously before shuffling out and closing it silently. Everyone really was gone right? With a little less caution, she shuffled over to the stairs, now looking at her new arch enemy with some malice. She couldn't go up or down stairs yet...and to traverse the obstacle, she would have to sit down on her butt and scoot down each individual stair. Finding something undignified about it, she would have to anyways. With her small frame, it looked like a red haired child being bored with stairs. Slowly scooting down the the staircase, using the rail as a support. Every fall making a very soft thud whenever she would advance to another step.
After some time, Suzuhime finally reached the bottom of the stairs, using the rail to be able to stand up straight. Her meek limbs wobbling as she attempted to stand from a crouching position. Only thanks to the rail she had been using for support, she was able to withstand the strain it put on the tender muscles. Hugging the wall, she used it to hobble over to the couch nearby. Splaying herself out upon the furniture in a overly relaxed manner. A generous amount of cleavage displayed itself, but who was around to complain about it?
Suzuhime sighed to herself, she had been notified that Kuro had told Iori of their engagement.
"I didn't want him to find out like that...but I suppose what's done is done. Ah...Iv'e caused so much worry..."
She could remember how Ikkadan couldn't even look at Suzu in her state, placing the blame upon himself whenever he looked at her. She had been told that he had been enrolled as Kuro's apprentice though, so it would be good for him to get some closure, as well as power.
<i></i>She peeked her little red head out of her door. Looking into the hallway, cautiously before shuffling out and closing it silently. Everyone really was gone right? With a little less caution, she shuffled over to the stairs, now looking at her new arch enemy with some malice. She couldn't go up or down stairs yet...and to traverse the obstacle, she would have to sit down on her butt and scoot down each individual stair. Finding something undignified about it, she would have to anyways. With her small frame, it looked like a red haired child being bored with stairs. Slowly scooting down the the staircase, using the rail as a support. Every fall making a very soft thud whenever she would advance to another step.
After some time, Suzuhime finally reached the bottom of the stairs, using the rail to be able to stand up straight. Her meek limbs wobbling as she attempted to stand from a crouching position. Only thanks to the rail she had been using for support, she was able to withstand the strain it put on the tender muscles. Hugging the wall, she used it to hobble over to the couch nearby. Splaying herself out upon the furniture in a overly relaxed manner. A generous amount of cleavage displayed itself, but who was around to complain about it?
Suzuhime sighed to herself, she had been notified that Kuro had told Iori of their engagement.
"I didn't want him to find out like that...but I suppose what's done is done. Ah...Iv'e caused so much worry..."
She could remember how Ikkadan couldn't even look at Suzu in her state, placing the blame upon himself whenever he looked at her. She had been told that he had been enrolled as Kuro's apprentice though, so it would be good for him to get some closure, as well as power.