Post by alianne on Jan 21, 2007 16:02:25 GMT -5
She was tired... Her mom had nearly dragged her inside after hours of mindless training. Bandages wrapped around her arms and calves, and she had done nothing but sit on the front porch of her house, watching the blue sky. A sparrow fluttered by, landing for a moment at her feet. It looked up at her. "I don't have any bread." She stated simply, hoping it would fly away eventually. It seemed to shake its head before taking to wing again.
"Shinto, why don't you go do something?" Her mom. "Because you won't let me do the only thing I want to do." "Why don't you go read?" "Mom, I can't read. It hurts my eyes." "Mekura reads just fine." "Mom, Mekura can only read Braille." "Well, she can still read." Shinto sighed and shook her head, another voice entering the conversation. "Shinto doesn't know how to read Braille, mother. And anyways, I'm off to the Leaf Village. Taiga has requested that I be there for her class."
Shinto simply waited silently, watching her sister walk down the porch. "Mekura!" her mother called again. Mekura turned around and even with her poor sight Shinto could see that Mekura didn't even have the pale lavender pupils of the Hyuuga. Only two purely white eyes that never seemed to focus on anything. A result of being blind, although where the trait came from no one knew. "Perhaps you and Shinto could schedule a training session so she doesn't beat herself bloody on wooden poles!" Her sisters eyes showed no emotion (and many doubted if they ever could) but she simply nodded. "Perhaps, Mother. But do not think to critically of Shinto's ways. It is simply the result of seeking ultimate performance." And with that, Mekura walked away.
Shinto stood up and walked inside the house, going to cup-board. Her sister always made different formulas for herbal tea as a time consumer, and she plucked out one that had a familiar scent, placing a tea-pot on the stove. "Well, finally you decide to do something." Her mother said, gently teasing. But she wasn't paying her any attention. Mekura is a Jounin, and she's blind. I can still see and I haven't even achieved Chuunin rank. For a moment, she thought she heard Neji's voice in her mind, and gritted her teeth. But then she realized it wasn't her mind. He was at her door, talking with her mother.
Oh, HELL NO.
OOC: SRIBBLIN'.
"Shinto, why don't you go do something?" Her mom. "Because you won't let me do the only thing I want to do." "Why don't you go read?" "Mom, I can't read. It hurts my eyes." "Mekura reads just fine." "Mom, Mekura can only read Braille." "Well, she can still read." Shinto sighed and shook her head, another voice entering the conversation. "Shinto doesn't know how to read Braille, mother. And anyways, I'm off to the Leaf Village. Taiga has requested that I be there for her class."
Shinto simply waited silently, watching her sister walk down the porch. "Mekura!" her mother called again. Mekura turned around and even with her poor sight Shinto could see that Mekura didn't even have the pale lavender pupils of the Hyuuga. Only two purely white eyes that never seemed to focus on anything. A result of being blind, although where the trait came from no one knew. "Perhaps you and Shinto could schedule a training session so she doesn't beat herself bloody on wooden poles!" Her sisters eyes showed no emotion (and many doubted if they ever could) but she simply nodded. "Perhaps, Mother. But do not think to critically of Shinto's ways. It is simply the result of seeking ultimate performance." And with that, Mekura walked away.
Shinto stood up and walked inside the house, going to cup-board. Her sister always made different formulas for herbal tea as a time consumer, and she plucked out one that had a familiar scent, placing a tea-pot on the stove. "Well, finally you decide to do something." Her mother said, gently teasing. But she wasn't paying her any attention. Mekura is a Jounin, and she's blind. I can still see and I haven't even achieved Chuunin rank. For a moment, she thought she heard Neji's voice in her mind, and gritted her teeth. But then she realized it wasn't her mind. He was at her door, talking with her mother.
Oh, HELL NO.
OOC: SRIBBLIN'.