Post by Hitomi Hane on Jul 30, 2014 5:50:28 GMT -7
FRAGILE BIRD When she sleeps there is a fever dream, yeah. It brings a night terror to harm this fragile bird. She speaks in tongues. her words they come undone, yeah. And with a wayward mind she struggles through the night. |
K onoha was in bloom. And Hitomi Hane hadn’t seen anything so beautiful in a long time like this village. From the banners waving slowly in the summer breeze to the decorations and tender feeling of love radiating from every citizen, Hitomi couldn’t imagine anywhere she would rather be. Not even her homelands. Her eyes were wide behind the fabric that covered half of the genin’s face, a small smile appearing on her face as she walked through the streets alone. She would have to fly up later and get a better view, before they did the fireworks, since she couldn’t remember what the village looked like from the air. Every village was different and if she wanted to train and become a scouting shinobi, a kanchi taipu, practicing now wouldn’t hurt.A pair of young children ran past Hitomi, one of them bumping into her side as they giggled and chased their friend. That action was enough to pull Hitomi away from the shinobi’s world, away from training, missions, and teams. Today she should enjoy herself and not put her little body through more stress when she was given permission to travel to Konoha for their summer festival as a vacation. And those children, Hitomi quickly turned around to see them run in circles before disappearing behind a building, their shrill laughter lingering in the air for the genin to hear. Those children, she’d been like that once. Not just young, not just carefree, but close to her sibling, to Kiyoshi. And now? Hitomi sighed heavily, deflating a bit in her stance as she picked her pace back up. Her little brother was here in Konoha too, visiting the village and using the time to escape from the Hane’s nest but he wasn’t here with Hitomi. But…but maybe Hitomi could convince him to hang out? The Kumo genin perked up, posture reflecting her thoughts as she mulled over her options. She couldn’t be too obvious, Kiyoshi would hate that, so maybe she could do something in the guise of the festival. Yes! Yes, that could work! Glancing around, Hitomi spotted a shop brimming with flowers both inside and out. She could buy Kiyoshi some flowers, maybe one of those wreaths she saw people wear? Would he like that? Maybe…but if she got one for herself and then some for Kiyoshi? Or if she got one for herself, found him, asked if he wanted one and then got him one? That way she could spend more time with him. The teenager’s face lit up as she jogged over to the flower shop’s door, tugging it open. Hitomi’s senses were bombarded from all the blossoms and plants that filled the store. This is so beautiful… “Hi there, can I help you, sir?” Too engrossed by the colors and scents of the flower shop, Hitomi didn’t realize that the employee was addressing her. It wasn’t till the shop worker spoke again, looking directly at Hitomi with a smile that the genin figured it all out. Sir. Suddenly Hitomi was painfully aware of her brown robes, short hair, and…well her body. She knew she looked like a young boy but she hadn’t been called a guy in a long time as most in Kumokagure knew who she was as heiress to the Hane Clan. But Konoha didn’t know that. Hitomi’s face flushed as she looked down at her feet, shifting nervously, feeling confined in the shop, too stuck without the sky above her. But to correct the shop worker would be even more embaressing, for both of them, so Hitomi said nothing to the other woman. “I’m…I’m looking to buy one of the flower crowns that people are wearing for the festival…” she muttered, trying to make her voice low, manly. “Oh, is it for a special someone?” the worker chuckled, her eyes wrinkling with joy. “What color are you looking for, dear? I bet she’ll love it.” “I..ah..I…” Hitomi stuttered, closing her eyes, thankful that the worker couldn’t see past the face covering. “I’m sorry, I should go. Sorry.” The young Kumo turned to leave. |
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