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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 9, 2013 13:52:17 GMT -5
The night was dark and the mist was thick. Kashiki sat her in room, the lights dim and flickering. She was sitting on her knees on the floor, and in one hand was a slug doll. A bunch of toys mimicking Kiri-nin were standing up on the carpet. Their paint was worn and peeling, and the toy castle they protected had a long crack in its wall. Kashiki ignored this. She had forgotten what it was like to have brand new things that weren’t sheets or a blanket or food, and she had no interest in ever experiencing it.
“Bijjudama!” Kashiki squealed, and she slammed the slug doll into the mock Kiri-nin, knocking them down. She picked up another one with two lumps on its chest meant to be female and said in a childish dee pvoice, “Oh no, the Demon is free! Suijin no Jutsu!” and tossed the slug to the ground.
Eh, I don’t think it’d go like that, ore. Saiken chimed in. His voice was wetter than usual and it made Kashiki giggle.
“Silly Slug-kun, she told me she beat you up once! Just. Like. This!” And then she picked up the slug down and threw it back to the carpet.
Please, I let that woman beat me up! You know how powerful I am, ore!
Kashiki giggled again, but she stopped when the door opened. Nanashi was a young and handsome man, with black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a faint scar over his left eye. Kashiki thought he always seemed bored, but sometimes he smiled when he played with her.
“It’s time to go, Kashiki-chan. We only have thirty minutes.”
He stepped out and Kashiki patted the slug doll again before standing up and running after him.
The mist had grown thicker by Nanashi’s hand, though it was kept even over the rest of Kirigakure no Sato. It was meant to hide the meeting, Kashiki knew. The Mizukage didn’t like it when she talked about meeting the Sanbi, so she knew she’d be in trouble if she found out. But Saiken had said “It’s always better to ask for forgiveness than for permission!” so Kashiki would deal with any consequences after she had been caught.
Hands behind her back, the little girl hummed to herself, trying her best to ignore the nervous heat in her tummy.
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