Reflecting Upon the New Kusa(Open)
Jun 13, 2008 20:00:43 GMT -7
Post by -Angel of Ame- on Jun 13, 2008 20:00:43 GMT -7
Tami Mai stood near a small pond. Its transparant hug made it possible to see right through it, to examine the small amphibians and fish swimming, to see the pebbles and stones or even the brown, boring mud. The young Kitateha was lost in thought.
Hotaru's regime being ended had not affected her so much. But the rising in the Kikkawa had. She had no problem per se with this large family, the only real problem she had at that precise moment was with her friend. She had died, and Tami knew the killer, or at least she thought she knew.
"Ayame..." Tami whispered as she moved a pink lock out of her face, the wind pushed her long strands, making them dance elegantly.
Ayame Hanakora had been peace itself, she had never wanted to harm anyone. Tami clenched the flower in her hands tighter, symbol of her now deceased friend. Had the beautiful Hanakora deserved death? Of course not. Tami did not know the reasons or the circumstances of her friend's death, but she knew that the Kikkawa had something to do with it.
Tami felt to her knees near the pond. She placed the flower there and soon the weak current took it away, a tear rolled down her cheek. The Kitateha, felt alone more than ever. She rubbed her nose with her sleeve before sitting down and staring into the distance.
The young pink haired Genin was not the type to rebel. She would follow any orders or rules the Kikkawa would impose. But if these would get too extreme, would she follow her own code of ethics before follow the Kusakaga? Of course she would. She did not know what was going to happen now that Ayame was dead. She only hoped the dark cloud that was growing around Kusagakure would soon disappear.
Hotaru's regime being ended had not affected her so much. But the rising in the Kikkawa had. She had no problem per se with this large family, the only real problem she had at that precise moment was with her friend. She had died, and Tami knew the killer, or at least she thought she knew.
"Ayame..." Tami whispered as she moved a pink lock out of her face, the wind pushed her long strands, making them dance elegantly.
Ayame Hanakora had been peace itself, she had never wanted to harm anyone. Tami clenched the flower in her hands tighter, symbol of her now deceased friend. Had the beautiful Hanakora deserved death? Of course not. Tami did not know the reasons or the circumstances of her friend's death, but she knew that the Kikkawa had something to do with it.
Tami felt to her knees near the pond. She placed the flower there and soon the weak current took it away, a tear rolled down her cheek. The Kitateha, felt alone more than ever. She rubbed her nose with her sleeve before sitting down and staring into the distance.
The young pink haired Genin was not the type to rebel. She would follow any orders or rules the Kikkawa would impose. But if these would get too extreme, would she follow her own code of ethics before follow the Kusakaga? Of course she would. She did not know what was going to happen now that Ayame was dead. She only hoped the dark cloud that was growing around Kusagakure would soon disappear.
