Daredemo
Anybody can be a shinobi, only some can be a ninja.
groupLeaf Shinobi
age 14 years old
birthday April 2nd
rank Genin
occupation Team 3
The last few moments had felt like they were moving in slow motion. Daredemo could feel the warmth radiating from the two of them, she could feel Miroru's arm wrapping around her. It was as if the entire world slowed to oblige Daredemo this one moment, and yet something else had conspired to interrupt and ruin it. And part of Daredemo took it as a sign. Not to let herself be opened like that. Her face was still a bright red, she could feel the intense heat of her blushing cheeks. So much she was trying to avoid thinking about what happened, and so while she did steal a glance back at Miroru, she quickly hid her face once again.
Daredemo wanted little more than to stare into her eyes. She had been looking right into them, and... had something been wrong with Miroru's eyes? Daredemo looked back at her, into her eyes once again, and they seemed normal. Beautiful. Daredemo got lost in her eyes, and didn't realize for a few seconds that she had been staring. Finally, she began to respond to Miroru as she watched the girl stand up, asking to follow Daredemo to whatever state of drunken stupor her dad had found himself in.
"Miroru," Daredemo wanted to tell her not to come, to protect herself from her fathers hatred. Daredemo wanted to protect her from her father, but there was another part of Daredemo. A part of her that first knew how stubborn Miroru could be when she had put her mind to something. Their entire friendship had mostly been based on Miroru's unwillingness to stop bothering Daredemo after all. More importantly, there was a part of Daredemo that thought she might not be able to deal with her dad right now. Maybe, for once, Daredemo was going to allow herself to be protected.
The girl shook her head and started walking back to the entrance to their home proper, underneath the temple. "Just... I'm sorry," this time Dare did know what she was apologizing for. As the girl opened the door to her house the smell of Sake filled the air. There was little chance it was solely because of the spill. He had likely been drinking quite a bit by now.
"Dame!" her father once again barked, causing Daredemo to look over to the source. He sat with their back to them, barely holding himself over what would traditionally be the dinner table, though Daredemo can't remember the last meal they had there together. She saw the mess next to him, 2 bottles, one had been full, Daredemo could see the cork still in the now shattered neck. The other had likely been mostly drank based on how much Sake covered the floor. Daredemo was increasingly saddened by the fact she could eyeball the amount of spilled liquor. She decided to avoid stating that out loud, she didn't need Miroru to worry anymore than she already clearly was.
"Clean this shit up, and grab me another bottle while you're down here."
"Father," Daredemo's tone had completely changed. Gone was the content, often cocky tone Daredemo carried. There was only a scared child, pleading with her father, "Since mom's not here, is it not more important I look after the-"
"why are you talking and not cleaning."
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Tuturu
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