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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 17, 2014 1:34:15 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. “I’m sorry we had to cut training short…” Himawari said with a frown as the two Kirigakure Genin trekked up the hill on an impromptu hike. “I’m still feeling… a bit tired from training with… Hideaki-sama yesterday.”
Calling it a training session was an understatement, really. The bastard decided to take advantage of the ongoing storm and whisked her out of the village territory before dinner. The next few hours consisted of redirection and absorption of flashes of lightning—that became more and more frequent the longer the two, unexposed Hirameku stayed. It only finally ended upon Himawari’s blacking out, voltages running through her skin and blue eyes more luminescent than they had been in quite some time, and her father dragging her singed body back to the compound at dawn. Beneath her bandages and gloves, the skin was raw and red with the beginnings of lightning figures growing over older scars. Although she was well capable of pushing through fatigue, the pain shooting through her body every time she made contact with anything was too troublesome for her to endure an entire training session with Nagato Mayu of all people.
But, it wasn’t like she was going to deny the invitation. It had been a while since they had last seen each other as they both had to deal with the hectic life of missions—no matter how redundant most of them seemed—and personal business. The older Hirameku were getting on Hikari and her about absolutely everything and Himawari found herself missing Hikaru more and more.
“I didn’t expect it to be so… pretty,” the white-haired girl commented as the two of them reached the top. The majority of the hike up was spent in comfortable silence, though at the picturesque sight of the surprising and rare blue skies and the clear waters rushing beneath, it was expected to have it broken. “Have you ever been up here?”
Somehow, I feel like I have.
Himawari looked over her shoulder to glance at her companion. Though other Genin would have been labeled as someone unremarkable in terms of looks, Himawari sometimes found herself in awe when she looked her. Mayu had grown taller, probably, though Himawari really couldn’t tell considering everyone was taller than her and thinking about it just made her frown. Her hair had certainly grown longer, swaying at her back, black and thick and envy inducing, and from their training, it was a definite that she had grown stronger as well. A nagging voice at the back of Himawari’s mind hissed about how small her own progress had grown, which the girl struck away with a wave of apathy. Surely, she was a ninja and she would not allow herself to fall, but she felt no need to push herself constantly past her limits when there was no need.
("I realised the most painful thing...
that in this world…
my existence was not needed.")
She paused. Where did that come from? The Hirameku bit back the unknown urge to grimace and opted to offer the other girl a smile instead, attempting to shake off the sudden heaviness weighing her shoulders and heart. “I.. forgot to ask before, but… have you been well?” she questioned. It was a basic inquiry, but Himawari found herself feeling awkward afterwards. “Um, I mean, well, you’re clearly okay but… was there anything new? It’s… been a while…”
With a shake of her head, Himawari turned fully towards Mayu, waving her hand in a sheepish dismissal. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling,” she murmured before twisting her body back to the view, using the obscure angle to conceal the frown forming on her face. Nostalgia was festering, accompanied by a certain, familiar pain blooming in her chest that was both implacably physical and emotional—it was dull, she noted, like it had come from a faraway time and place. Like it was her own, yet someone else’s. Though, it instigated no true panic within her. These feeling had been recurrent upon the very first time she had met Mayu, and something that no longer alarmed, or even confused, her.
When she had shared this with Haruki so many years ago, he had simply ruffled her hair and mused that, perhaps, Himawari had met Mayu in another lifetime, as another person. But even at such a young age, Himawari merely shook her head in response and had said that she was Himawari, and could only ever be Himawari. But, as she grew older, Himawari realised, much to her chagrin, that her heart felt more like two put together and that her breaths were always too deep as if attempting to fill four lungs instead of two and there was not enough air to keep both of them alive and that maybe, just maybe—
“It wouldn’t… be… a bad place,” Himawari ventured slowly, interrupting her thoughts before they went further down a path she was not quite ready to take yet, her voice as distant as she felt, “to spend an eternity. I wouldn't mind... being buried here, or something..."
"I'm sorry," she said, flashing the girl another half-hearted smile, breaking out of the dream-like stupor she didn't know she had been caught in, "that was really strange, huh? I'm sorry."
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Post by Mayu Nagato on Jul 17, 2014 10:42:08 GMT -7
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SIND DIE jager  "Heh, it's fine. It's cool to just hang out, anyways." Mayu gave a snakelike grin to Himawari, trailing behind her as they made their way to the hilltop above Kirigakure. The skies were clear and nature was in harmony, so the hike was rather welcome, anyways. In all honesty, Mayu just enjoyed spending time with Himawari. Back in the Academy, the white-haired girl was one of the few people that didn't completely hate her guts after scaring her constantly, and the camouflage user was impressed by the Hirameku's outstanding ability to put up with her and still be polite. Sadly, due to business from both sides, their previous acquaintanceship nearly faded to dust before Mayu noticed. Being the friend-deprived, lonely person that she is, the stealth genin decided to send out a training invitation when all out-of-village missions weren't available to cure her deprivation. Mayu was actually pretty shocked to see that Himawari remembered her name, much less accepted the invitation. Well, well, lucky her. So here she was, catching a neat view with Himawari. The silence of the hike was broken by a question from her current companion. Thinking about it, Mayu tried to remember if she'd been here before, in all her training and scouting and whatnot. The streams seemed out of place for any of the hills she'd trained on before, so that couldn't be it. This place seemed too beautiful for her to have trained here , as training grounds were normally desolate and clear, to allow the full potential of ninja. She also couldn't have scouted here; there were many nearby hilltops that had more efficient positions, if she remembered this area correctly. I haven't been here... so why does it feel so familiar?After pondering it for a few seconds, she shook her head softly. No, she hadn't been here, at least, to her knowledge. She'd probably been too busy to admire this place, what with her need for solo missions and daily training and overall work. In hindsight, Mayu'd been moving pretty mechanically, going with the work flow and sticking with it. She'd never stopped to smell the roses, or appreciated the finer things in life. It'd just been mission, train, go, mission, train, go. The genin spared a brief flashing glance to Himawari as her thoughts rolled on. Had her friend gone through that? Surely, since her bloodline had a clan to go along with it, she'd trained a lot. But Mayu was sure that Himawari had stopped and appreciated life, like a normal human. The other girl seemed so natural, so true, as opposed to her antagonistic, dastardly self. The lightning user was something to be envied, that's for sure. She'd probably go to a better place, as Mayu fancied herself as somebody who would go to hell when they died. {"I know it cannot be, but I wish I could go to where you have gone.
How I wish I could join you there..."} Again. There it was again! That stupid feeling of a melancholic realization, that urge to weakly smile, that tingling across her skin that felt like the pins of kunai and shurikens. It ALWAYS happened when she was around Himawari, damn it! Maybe it was the sad truth of their fading friendship, or something about her that reminded her of herself at a better time. Not wanting to feel that too much, Mayu shook the emotion off and started returning to casual conversation. "Yeah, it's been pretty good. I've learned a few new jutsu, which helps out, and I recently got a neat team change." Mayu gave Himawari a smile and nudged her on the shoulder, pretty much cancelling out the dismissal. "It's cool. Rambling is good for the soul, you know." As the Hirameku turned towards the view, Mayu did so too when that feeling of melancholy came across once more. And then she didn't resist the urge to put up that weak smile, and then she felt those kunai and shuriken embedding themselves in her once more. Mayu tried to shrug it off, say that it was just teenage hormones invoking some weird-ass depression, but it couldn't be that. It only happened with Himawari, for some ungodly reason. What, was she triggered by Hirameku or something? Did they invoke a psychological reaction? That's stupid, and really unlikely. But SOMETHING had to cause Mayu to feel this melancholy, this realization of a nonexistent idea. Also, these kunai and shuriken, which were making her irritated and wanting to kill somebody rather than actually sad. Did they know each other in a past life, and reincarnated here? The genin wasn't a religious one; how could you be, when you kill for a living; but it was still more logical than any scientific theory out there. She's checked her chakra before, when this happened in the Academy, but nothing is out of the ordinary. Mayu realized once more that she was losing herself, and tried to pay more attention to the view, despite those damn weapons stabbing into her. To be buried here. The first subject after her trance was about being buried here, right on this hilltop. It wasn't a bad idea, persay, and it was a rather interesting topic. Better than reincarnation, that was for sure. Himawari followed that with a rather cute sense of awkwardness, which Mayu silently appreciated. It brought back the reality to this conversation. "Hey, don't apologize, I think it's a nice thought." The blackette assured her, pale golden eyes moving to focus on shocking blue. She wasn't good at these one-on-one conversations, but she made an effort. "I wouldn't mind being buried here either, I think. ...Though, some bastard would probably try and desecrate my body, so make sure you bury me with a blade..." Mayu's thoughts trailed into an aggressive murmur, her instinctual 'worst-thing-that-could-happen' trail of thoughts coming up on instinct. She caught herself and made to apologize, not wanting to antagonize an old acquaintance. "Er, sorry, I've been trailing into my professional mindset recently. That probably sounded really out of place." OOC: The feels! Too hard to comprehend for Mayu! Also, I went into 1000, sorry Tag: Himawari Hirameku |
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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 17, 2014 15:14:46 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. Hanging out, as Mayu had put it, was a foreign concept to Himawari. Even as a child, she hardly had any leisure time; much like any shinobi, it was spent either training—in her case, with Haruki—or learning odd, civilian skills like herbalism from her own mother. It was just how people bonded in Hidden Villages, she supposed. If you were in the constant worry of dying, it was understandable that you would utilise every moment you had in strengthening yourself and increasing your chance of survival. Seeing as she had been attempting to take more and more free time off, although her attempts ended in disappointing failure, Himawari wryly noted that she probably no longer feared death. It was a bold claim, though, not entirely baseless. There were fates much worse than death.
Aren’t you too young to be thinking that way? she almost asked herself, but shook the idea off. She was a Genin, the lowest of the low, but upon receiving her headband, she became an adult. Choosing to become a shinobi, though there was hardly any choice on her part—there were few options for lightning rods—was more or less a death sentence. She was exposed to the least of it, yes, with Kirigakure opting to use the younger shinobi for menial labour and simple tasks, but the possibility of death lingered at every corner. But, then again, wasn’t it the same for every living thing in this world?
“A neat team change?” Himawari echoed. Team Two had gone under its own changes a year ago, though she would hardly call them neat. They were out of commission for at least a month, and even after a year had passed, Team Two still only consisted of Ienori and herself. Part of Himawari almost wanted them to stay that way, lest a repeat of past events would of occurred, but she was not so naïve to wholly give into that desire. “And a few new jutsu…? Ah, you’ve really learned a lot, huh?”
She must have worked hard, Himawari mused to herself, almost anxiously. Ever since she had met Mayu at the Academy, Himawari had admittedly made Nagato Mayu as a sort of pinpoint of her own progress. At first, it was Hikaru and Mayu that had pushed Himawari to work hard in her youth, painting them as rivals in her mind. However, as she became older and her apathy grew and Hikaru died, Himawari settled to at least being Mayu’s level and gave up any motivation of actually surpassing her. Looking at Mayu now, Himawari was unsure if she could even stay on her level, if she was at it at all. Fiddling with the fringe of her obi, Himawari thought, Do I really want to be left behind? The prospects of trying, of effort, of motivation, were distant and troublesome, meant for the little girl that she no longer was nor no longer understood. Yet, it troubled her that she couldn’t be much use if she were weaker than Mayu, couldn’t be much use to Mayu—
Huh? Why would I need to be useful to...
At the feeling of Mayu’s shoulder bumping into hers, Himawari almost recoiled—mostly out of shock rather than pain. Human contact was just too foreign for her to ever receive nonplussed; for her, it had always been utilised to kill, maim or incapacitate, or, in the case of her younger years, was an unintentional way to completely annihilate any chances of being a normal child—well, as normal as a child soldier in the making could be. It had only been her mother that used it to convey her affections, along with her Hirameku half-siblings (and Haruki). Hardly anyone wanted to be friends with a “freaky-eyed electrical appliance”, so after she withdrew completely from Haruyuki-sensei (sometimes, she still sees him around and almost greets him, but her words get caught in her throat and the urge passes soon enough), Himawari began her path as a near recluse. It was only the unintended meeting of certain supposed outcasts that had kept her from becoming a complete hermit.
"I've been rambling more and more," she muttered, as she always did, as if she did not really want to be heard. "Not on missions, of course, but t's still... highly unprofessional and most.. undesired."
But she hadn't come to hang out with Mayu to be professional, had she? She supposed she should have been grateful. Wasn’t she fulfilling her mother’s request through them? ("It's an empty existence... to go on living... alone and unloved...") But actually reflecting upon the fact that these people, these classmates and colleagues, became her friends—or maybe they weren’t her friends? Was she getting too ahead of herself? Perhaps she should ask someday before her assumptions make a fool of her—without her noticing… made Himawari almost frightened. She was a shinobi, and it was all too easy for those bonds to simply... break. And surely they would, as surely, they already had. Oh, it was really no wonder as to why Team Two was hardly given higher ranked missions.
The Chuunin Exams were nearing, too, and with them the possibility of losing people. Himawari let out a deep breath, trying to pin the point in time when these people became a significant part of her insignificant life.
"I wouldn't mind being buried here either, I think. ...Though, some bastard would probably try and desecrate my body, so make sure you bury me with a blade..."
At Mayu's words, a corner of Himawari's mouth quirked up into an awkward smile, as if she wasn't quite sure how to laugh. Perhaps Himawari should have been worried about her odd, morbid sense of humour, but her old Jounin sensei was a nutcase that had encouraged it, stating that the most experienced of shinobi ended up eccentric; the other option was a road to insanity.
"It wasn't... out of place," Himawari said after, shaking her head. "At least, not anymore out of place than my own... words. Besides, don't you sometimes feel that... we're out of place anyway? So... so... um. Then by default, I guess, nothing we say could really be out of... place."
Her logic was faulty, but as was the world, so she didn't bother. Both Mayu and she had been strange folk to begin with, in different ways that complemented one another, and that was what brought them together to begin with. Granted, they were still guarded with one another, and Himawari figured they would always be because of the way they were, but Himawari did not feel to maintain distance with Mayu as she usually did.
"Forgive me for the change in subject but," Himawari began, her eyebrows slightly furrowed in an almost embarrassed manner, "how is it... that you..."
Her voice trailed off for a moment, a telltale sign to those that have spent time around her, or to those who were simply observant in the slightest, that she was gathering her words. She almost continued with asking Mayu how is it that she became strong, but the answer would have been clear. Training. Or something. But Himawari did not mean that. Though, in all honesty, she had no idea just what she was exactly trying to formulate.
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Post by Mayu Nagato on Jul 17, 2014 17:05:01 GMT -7
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SIND DIE jager Why she woke up in the morning. Why she bothered to try and do thing, why she didn't just quit a long time ago. This was coming from Himawari, who Mayu knew as so young compared to her, so stainless compared to her. It was a valid question; it was an oh so valid question, one that Mayu sometimes asked herself hourly. She hadn't found a definitive answer yet, of course, who has? She knew what should be the ideal answer and what's the wrong answer, though. After a pregnant pause, the genin begun answering the question the best that she could."The ideal answer..." She started. Of course, it was logical to give the ideal answer. She'd memorized this years ago, when her own parents answered the very same question that Himawari had just asked her. Pausing to see if she could remember right, Mayu continued. "...The ideal answer is because I live for the village. It's to protect it and everybody in it with my life. To serve a greater purpose, for country, for honor." She paused once more as a thought ran through her mind. This is the ideal answer, but it isn't the right answer. It is the ninja's answer. The job's answer. That's like being a miner and saying you live to mine. It's stupid!But... what was the right answer? She didn't know. She couldn't think about it, she couldn't come up with it. But she couldn't just leave it there. Going on instinct, Mayu continued the thought. "I don't think it's the right answer, though." So far, so good. "It's... that's like living for your job. As ninja, it's expected, but..." We have feelings. We are as emotional as civilians. We aren't mutants, we look just like them. She didn't know how to word this correctly, and she hesitated to continue. There was nothing left to say, was there?{You may be right... a shinobi is still human... we may not be able to become emotionless tools...} There WAS something left to say. Shaking off the kunai and shuriken, Mayu continued her by-now rant with more fervor. "...b-but, we are still human beings, right? We don't live for our job, the job lives for us. See, that's the ideal answer, but that isn't the right answer!"
Mayu paused to think once more. What was the right answer? She couldn't just give off a right answer she didn't believe in. What right answer was there to believe in? "The right answer... I don't know the right answer. Maybe I just haven't seen enough, Hirameku-san, o-or maybe nobody taught it to me yet. Sorry for not knowing." Mayu looked down, ashamed for ranting long and hard. It was just such an important question! It was... too important. Too important to leave behind, she had to keep talking somehow.
"A-Ah, but, I think I have a kinda-sorta right answer." ...What type of beginning was that? An honest one, she supposed. She didn't know what she was doing, and she didn't know if her answer was 'yes' or 'maybe'. "Well, for me, the reason I would get up in the morning is to protect my loved ones. To make sure they're safe, and love them, and take care of them. To be there for them, and destroy their sadness and suffering when there's nobody else to do so! That, if they die, I can avenge them and their honor, or if I die, I can leave a lasting impression through them. It's kind of close to the ideal answer, yeah, but I think it's alright." Mayu felt that sense of melancholic realization once more, but a thought came with it. She cared for something, or someone, and wanted to make sure they felt alright, no matter what the consequences. Yet, that caring wasn't directed to anything, not yet, and that was why she didn't have a right answer. She was too lonely to have a right answer, too isolated.
She wasn't one to share feelings. Hell, she was terrible at it, and would normally end the conversation here. But Mayu knew Himawari from the Academy. She didn't know all those other people, who would try to share their feelings. But Himawari was that picture of past that she barely knew, yet saw as so... positive, in some way. God, they were the outcasts, the bright eyes and the freaky skin. For those reasons, Mayu decided to share her realization.
"But, to be honest, I don't have somebody to care for yet." Wow. WOW. Mayu put her head into her hands, embarrassed at her choice of words. "Urgh... it'll sounds like I'm coming onto you, sorry..." She composed herself before continuing, a bit softer and a bit more tender. "But really, I can't give you the right answer because there's nobody for me to protect. I don't want to protect the village, that's the ideal answer, not mine. There's my parents, but they can protect themselves, I think. I want that to be my right answer, but there's nobody to protect, so how can it be? It's only... kinda-sorta, because there's nobody there..."
Mayu sighed sadly as she stopped rambling on and on and on. That... ugh. How embarrassing. Hopefully, Himawari wouldn't think any less of her. "Sorry if that came out weird or super emotional... it seems we've both been rambling, hehehe..." Her nervous laughter trailed into her looking at the ground, ashamed. Hm. Himawari would probably think of her as some sentimental fool, or didn't do her job right. The other girl probably took it seriously, while Mayu was questioning herself. Che... disappointing. The Nagato awaited the alienated confusion, that underlying tone that she didn't want to be around anymore. She'd heard it all too much before, so it would be easy to spot. 'Damn... there goes my last chance at redemption, huh?' There was a reason she shut up in terms of personal feelings...OOC: Mayu realizing her roneriness and venting. Tag: Himawari Hirameku |
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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 18, 2014 23:07:05 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. It may have been a question sprouted from fear—fear of failure, fear of success, fear of being alone, fear of this future that was unknown, yet a future that was already decided for her—and feelings of uncharacteristic naïveté, but Himawari had already known it had no true answer. That knowledge clearly did not stop her from asking Mayu, nor had it ever stopped her from questioning the reason as to why others continued on again. Himawari knew herself well enough that she would most likely never stop asking until she found an answer that appeased the void it left.
Honour, glory, survival, power—she couldn’t help but almost frown. They were expected explanations she had heard more than once before during her years if inquiries. She had harassed Haruki in her youth enough times that she could still recite his reply verbatim—and it is a fact that she would rather forget. But as they were expected, they were as much generic and thus, equally disappointing. However, Mayu had been consuming the same propaganda fed to her since the days of the Academy as Himawari had, so it wasn’t truly much of a surprise. Years had been spent embedding one’s duty as a shinobi to serve the village along with a desire to house one’s pride through power or to satisfy a self-serving bias coming in the forms such as admiration or to be categorised as a “good person” (that one almost always made her chuckle derisively—in a world of shinobi, it was verily ironic) or in rare cases, true altruism. Those ones always made her wonder, as Himawari had never felt any personal need to play or be revered as some sort of hero.
“Don’t… don’t say sorry for that,” Himawari whispered, eyes closed as the breeze blew, though she was quite sure her words would go unheard by Mayu. She almost felt flattered, and a bit guilty, that her question caused the other girl to actually put so much thought in her response. “I was the one to ask after all.”
Love—it finally got to the topic of the perplexing notion that the Himawari standing on that hill could no longer properly say she understood. She had loved her mother and she thinks, though she doesn’t want to, that she almost loved Haruki. Her feelings during those days echoed Mayu’s words today—“to make sure they're safe, and love them, and take care of them. To be there for them, and destroy their sadness and suffering when there's nobody else to do so!” She trained until her limbs bruised and bled, only to bandage them and continue on; her skin was constantly marked with the consequences of her lightning; her free time reserved for studies of tactics and history and conduct and techniques that she was told that would make her stronger so she would no longer be a burden, so she would be able to care for others, so she would be able to protect—
(“Is there… someone precious to you?”)
"But, to be honest, I don't have somebody to care for yet."
(“When a person… has something precious they want to protect… that is when they can become truly strong.”)
Himawari suddenly felt cold, her conscious hissing insistently about how she already knew this and admittedly, she did. There’s guilt, she thinks, that’s pouring over her as she processed Mayu’s words. Mayu who, Himawari had observed, was rare to display such emotion. Mayu who Hiimawari was a step behind of. Mayu who, perhaps, was just as confused as Himawari was in the grand scheme of this unsettling world. Though, Mayu, at the very least, was strong enough to actually admit it in a way.
“Someone… to protect…” the girl began, her eyes focussed on the passing tranquil scenery that juxtaposed the turmoil inside. It was mutual, judging from the atmosphere and the other girl’s disposition, though the Hirameku was tactful enough not to say anything.
Her mother was gone. The Haruki she almost loved no longer existed. There was little love between the Clan and herself but only duty, obligation. Ienori… had always been stronger than her; he protected her more than she protected him. (It almost felt like she was his burden to bear.)
It is a whispered revelation, breathed so quietly that Himawari wasn’t sure if Mayu would have heard it, and part of her wished she wouldn’t.
“I… don’t think… I have one either.”
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Post by Mayu Nagato on Jul 19, 2014 16:37:43 GMT -7
SEI SIND
DAS ESSEN
UND WIR
SIND DIE jager There was no alienated response, as she thought there would have been. There was no excuse, no ended conversation, no awkward changing of subject. There was just... silence. Pure silence. Not bad silence, mind you, but the silence that created those smalls sparks of hope and curiosity. She didn't say anything, nor did Himawari. Mayu just looked up from her self-pity to find her comrade thinking, looking into the distance as the glorious Village of the Mist flickered on and off, lights and lanterns moving about as if the village was alive. Then, an answer. Himawari... she sounded like she was realizing something. The white-haired girl paused, before revealing that she didn't have anyone either. Mayu's eyes flickered to look at her acquaintance, a clear sense of concern flowing over her. She expected that, having a clan, the Hirameku would have a lot of people to share with, and talk to, given that clans have many relations. Mayu didn't have this luxury, not having a large family, and was isolated by design. But Himawari, her acquaintance, her... friend? That was unacceptable! Nobody with such a large, developed family should be as lonely as her.
In her disbelief at familial love (and lack of it), a thought came across her mind, but it was so stupid, so FORWARD that it couldn't possibly work. It was corny, like something out of a movie! But still... despite the absurdity of the thought, she continued to entertain it. Was it her messed up sense of compassion, or her twisted sympathy? What urged her to continue even imagining such things?The thought was also very accusatory and could be insulting, but despite that, Mayu continued down that slippery path.
If she asked it, what then? Would she say yes, or even talk at all? Would she run away? There were too many variables in this thought, and it was completely random as to what the outcome could be. But... not doing it would be the ideal answer, Mayu reminded herself. They're logical, sensible. Humans by default weren't this, that was what shinobi were. Weren't they just talking about the difference between being ninja and being human? Wasn't being human a much more important endeavor than being shinobi?
Mayu allowed silence to reign for a moment, and took in the view. The village was filled with ninja... but it was also filled with humans, more humans than true, emotionless ninja. Humans were what ran the village, not tools, not ideals! Sometimes, emotions were good. They were there for a reason. Selfishness, curiosity, confusion... they were what made somebody human, what made somebody a somebody. Not ninja, not propaganda. Himawari didn't have anybody to protect, nor did Mayu. The thought blossomed as if it was a flower that had just come out from the shadows as she contemplated these truths, and Mayu made a decision for herself.
"Hey..." She called for Himawari's attention, still somewhat indecisive about going through with it. However, in her confusing emotions, Mayu's kekkei genkai activated, and she found herself rigid as her feet blended with the ground beneath. But, it wasn't a debilitating rigidness at the time, it was more... steeling herself. Making sure she knew what she was doing. With that, Mayu scraped up the rest of her conviction and continued the thought, just going all in, no regrets.
"Hey, Himawari..." The girl was almost taken aback from her sudden lack of politeness, but that was erased by a sudden nostalgia. Her right hand gripped hard, as if wielding a large blade with dominance, and she felt a warm, silky feeling over her cheeks and mouth. Just then, her own words nearly overlapped those of that strange alien thought in her mind. "Would you... let me protect you?"
{"You were always at my side, the least I can do is to be beside you at the end."}
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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 19, 2014 23:16:26 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. “Would you... let me protect you?”
Himawari’s eyes widened instantly at the sound of Mayu’s unexpected request before recovering and lowering her sights to the ground. Her pride—innate pride that she was incapable of killing with her apathy no matter how many times she tried—reacted faster than her rational train of thought in the forms of clenched fists at her sides that she instantly forced to loosen upon noticing. Perhaps she truly was cruel on the inside for her instinctive urge to throw such kind words back at the other girl’s face like a petulant child. Nagato Mayu was a face she had known since she was a child, and she compromised her façade to convey her emotions but Himawari’s intuition generated suspicion out of impulse. She wanted to ask why. Her paranoia answered that it was out of obligation like Haruki, out of instinct like her mother, out of duty like Hideaki, out of chivalry like Hikaru, out of honour like the empty spaces left by Team Two, out of fear like Ienori…
“I… don’t want to be a burden,” Himawari replied, eyes fixated on the ground. “I know—I know that isn’t want you intended, but if I let you… I’d feel like a burden.”
Not many wanted to protect Hirameku Himawari because they simply wanted to, did they? And likewise, Himawari had no desire to be some sort of anchor weighing someone down, even if it was under the guise that it would lead the person to become stronger. Or perhaps she should have rather said to motivate them to become stronger, but motivation has long since been lost on her for a while. Her lethargy and indifference forced her to grow insipid and weak, but was she really so feeble that she would allow someone to shield her?
This isn’t what she meant, Himawari thought firmly, rationally, as she attempted to push away her negative thoughts. But she was, by nature, volatile and mercurial; she had her mother’s eyes—unintentionally, she mused that if she had Mayu’s gold eyes, perhaps she wouldn’t have carried so much disdain for herself—but she had her father’s blood, along with the impulsivity that came along with it. Out of those who swore and took upon the responsibility to protect her—hadn’t most met some sort of unpleasant fate, or received an unsavoury consequence?
“I—I’m kind of cursed, I think,” she continued, eyes narrowing almost in a self-reprimanding manner. “I don’t… deserve that kind of… devotion.”
She thought she was passed her spells of self-pity after she decided that it was best to not care, but she was human, and without knowing—although, at the same time, knowing—claims of apathy were not enough for her heartstrings to form ropes around people she wanted to stay—people who either died or went away. It was better to stay away, to stand at a distance. All of this would be gone eventually anyway, so it had little to no point.
“Besides, even if I did… I couldn’t… just accept that,” she muttered.
Then give something back, Kanesaka Yua’s voice emanated from a moment in time the girl thought she tucked too far back to remember.
But I have nothing to give, and it was the same almost regretful and shamed response she had given before.
But don’t you?
“However, I suppose…” she said, eyebrows knitted together in confusion upon the words she dared to string together. Yet again, she paused having to take a breath to prepare herself for what she was unsure she was ready to say; a miniscule, irrelevant offering in return that she was nearly appalled she was considering of proposing.
She was too weak to protect Mayu, but—
“Mayu, do you have a dream?”
“Then… I suppose I could let you protect me,” Himawari said, lifting her head to look Mayu in the eye, “if you let me make your dream, whatever it may be, come true.”
Let me be your tool.
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Post by Mayu Nagato on Jul 20, 2014 15:55:20 GMT -7
SEI SIND
DAS ESSEN
UND WIR
SIND DIE jager Negatives kept coming from Himawari, but despite her screaming 'ideal', Mayu kept correcting the other genin in her mind for every negative. Mayu knew what she wanted. She knew that there was no turning back, so she had to keep going. Himawari didn't want to be a burden, but Mayu assured herself she could handle any weight. Himawari was cursed, but Mayu didn't believe in superstition anyways. Himawari didn't deserve it, but Mayu was willing to give it to her anyways. Himawari couldn't just accept it, but Mayu was ready and willing to force it into her hands. Mayu stayed strong and tried to keep her ground against all these negatives, and for once in her life, not run away from personal problems. This... this is the meaning of making friends. There's no turning back now.
"However,"
And Mayu's worries that Himawari wouldn't accept the idea of sympathy and companionship and humanity all dissipated at those three syllables. There was a chance! She could protect Himawari, and care for her, and have a reason to get up each morning other than to do missions and stay alive. Mayu's eyes, though a pale gold, suddenly shined like brilliant sunset, her kekkei genkai activating in anticipation. She quickly deactivated it, but her face was still frozen in the word 'if'.
"Mayu, do you have a dream?" Before the blackette could think upon it, another set of words came up. Brilliant, lightning azure met pale, illusory silver once more. “Then… I suppose I could let you protect me, if you let me make your dream, whatever it may be, come true.” Mayu was near frozen, her face still in wonder of what was going to happen. Then she smiled. Mayu gave a true, absolute grin. Not giddy, not fake, but serene, almost graceful in how it came out. It seemed the world stopped moving, and Mayu just let her mouth move by instinct. "Yeah... alright." It was a rather nonchalant response, contrasting the emotional action that both parties were having. But it wasn't anticlimactic, and looking back on it, Mayu would have said it fit rather well.
A silence of a few seconds, then the assassin spoke once more. Truly, she never thought of having a dream. She had short-time goals, yes, and the normal human need to survive. But dreams... dreams never came to mind. "Though, I don't have much of a dream yet, to be honest," Mayu admitted, brushing her hair out of the way as she looked to the right in slight embarrassment. She then gave off the closest answer of what her dream could be as she turned to face Himawari once more. The answer was fairly in-the-moment, and reflected her previous thoughts. "To become a better person, maybe. Not only in ability, but as a human. But..." Mayu gave off another sincere smile, her eyes flashing golden among the blue skies and her own obsidian locks. "I'm sure you can make it come true, Himawari. I have faith in you."
{"You're mine, now.") OOC: SMOOTH AS BUTTER Tag: Himawari Hirameku |
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Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 20, 2014 16:50:16 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE 生きてる証さえ求められない歌 LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL. Himawari hasn’t had anyone smile at her like that in a very long time, and she almost would have verbally pointed it out too, if her mind registered the idea as pathetic and stopped her. It would be a lie if Himawari were to say she wasn’t at least a little bit surprised at Mayu’s acceptance. Having the runt of the lot like Himawari to pledge her loyalty wasn’t exactly the most impressive thing, but the girl supposed that it was a benefit somehow anyway—if you squinted and had low expectations.
“Okay... then... my life will be in your hands,” she said, with an upward inflexion at the end, unsure of how else to go on. Was this a normal thing? People were so strange. But, people swore their loyalty to their villages and their families—and so had she, half-heartedly—so perhaps it really was a common practise. But it was still strange. Was this really okay?
Well, even if it wasn’t, it had been decided now.
Upon the sound of Mayu’s voice breaking the silence, figuring it was the dream that Himawari had sworn to protect—oh, what an odd payment in return—she tilted her head to the side, ready to commit Nagato Mayu’s words to memory. However, Himawari’s eyebrows furrowed slightly at the end of Mayu’s clarification. Mayu was young, so it wasn’t so unheard to not have a dream, so to speak—part of Himawari was glad that she hadn’t said she wanted to be Mizukage, that would have felt like some protagonist cliché—and something Himawari probably should have taken into account before she made that stupid offering. Himawari herself had no dream in particular either. But when her mouth ran faster than her mind, it was only to be expected.
“To become a better person?” Himawari reverberated, a bit perplexed. “Aren’t you… already a good person?”
At least better than me, Himawari added wryly. She had half the mind to question what being a “better person” entailed, with the nihilistic part of her personality already mocking altruistic motivations instinctively. Maybe it just meant being less of an arsehole like Himawari was.
“I’m sure you can make it come true, Himawari. I have faith in you.”
It felt uncomfortable having someone believe in her, placing their faith, their expectations on her shoulders. It made her want to run. And it was that triggered feeling that suggested to Himawari that this may have been the type of bonds her mother wanted to form. It felt heavy and awkward on her shoulders, but at the same time, she could not deny that the cavity beneath her collarbones felt a little less empty.
Instead of telling Mayu that she had made a mistake in choosing Himawari, the white-haired girl simply nodded, perhaps a little belatedly, and responded with a quiet and simple, “… okay.”
Falling back into a comfortable silence, the two Genin merely returned their gazes onto the scenery, watching the sun fall beneath the horizon.
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