you're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
all that's left is a ghost of you
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"Hm." Something between a laugh and a scoff, she wasn't certain. The noise that came from her was something somewhere between them, she had to imagine.
"Flattery will get you nowhere with me," she responded lightly, but sincerely. Compliments like that were better saved for someone who could do something with it. Either accept it and feel warm on the inside from a compliment, or raise the self-esteem of someone who needed encouragement and affection. She was neither of those, so his efforts felt wasted on her. If he was trying to get something out of it, he was simply barking up the wrong tree.
Think you can butter me up and I'll just fall fool to your tricks? It takes more than pointless niceties to impenetrate my barriers. No, no, she knew better than to lower her guard just because someone threw some compliments her way... Though, surely he knew that by now? She bit her lip.
Did he forget?
"Did you find somewhere?" Mikazuki asked when Uemon listed one of the goals for the day--working. A question of curiosity. She knew that she'd bothered him to go train with Squeakers, but aside from that, he was quite left to his own devices. She figured he would still pick up work at one of the local smithies, but... well, she wasn't sure if he was still picking up work there, or had found elsewhere.
Uemon leaned in slightly, shifting to look at her more properly as he made another proposal.
"This time"? Like he was eager to get her to cooperate with his intentions.
Mikazuki met his gaze, though her expression dropped slightly as her eyebrows raised.
So, this is what he was trying to lower my guard for. Still, though... She didn't understand why. And so, while there was some annoyance to her tone, there was also some sincerity when she asked,
"What do you want with me? Your persistence is--entirely unnecessary. I don't know what purpose my presence would serve to you." She wasn't good company, so she didn't understand his... incessance.
"And I always prefer to be alone." She didn't have friends. She lived alone. Was that not obvious enough, by now? Had he not learned his lesson, yet?
So, he was met with a familiar rejection.
Though, soon enough, Uemon had finished braiding her hair and announced the project complete.
Oh? the woman thought to herself. The surprise of being done so soon distracting her thoughts from continuing down their path. She looked up at him as the young man had risen to stand before her, offering a hand up. Of course, instinctually, she wanted to shoo him off.
I don't need help, I can stand on my own.
But, of course, pragmatically, she knew that
wasn't the implication. It was
polite, and she would have probably offered a hand to someone else, too. And he was
allowed to treat her
nicely.
Still, though, she remained there frozen--her hand paused between grabbing his own or falling back to her side.
He shouldn't be nice to me, and I shouldn't allow this to continue.
But it's not a big deal at all, acting like this is some great big gesture that needs to be shot down is ridiculous. This is nothing.
Mikazuki frowned, squinting up at him. Frustrated. Though, she bit her tongue and decided to go along with it--taking his hand and allowing Uemon to help her up.
Initially, she was uncertain where it was that he wanted to take her--but as he lead her to the bathroom, it became clear enough. And it made sense. Reasonably, she should get a look at how his handywork turned out, right?
I don't care how I look, she thought as she was brought over to the mirror.
I don't need to see.
But, still, he wanted her to look--so she probably should, right?
Uemon moved up close behind her--and her body tensed reactively to his presence. She wasn't
afraid of him, and yet--
Some part of her half expected him to wrap his arm around her and grab her by the neck, forcing her into submission until she did as he said, looked at how pretty and dolled up she looked and accepted her place like a
good pet.
I'm not his pet. I'm not-- She stared.
Aren't you the village's dog?
Slowly, Mikazuki wrapped one arm around her waist in a weak half-hug, the other raising so she could lightly trace her collar bones with her bandaged fingertips.
Uemon isn't like that anyway. It's such a ridiculous thing to come to mind. She wasn't afraid of him. He'd gone out of his way, already, to try ensuring her comfort. He had no interest or need to hurt her, she knew that.
So stupid.
What's the verdict?
Mikazuki tilted her head slightly as she was drawn back, focusing on his question. She looked back at the mirror--the shattered reflection staring back at her. Dark circles, an expression that looked more haunted than she would have liked. Hollow. Void, tired eyes that were pale like the moon. A baggy shirt that didn't belong to her, loosely draped over her form as though she were a girlfriend borrowing her boyfriend's clothing while staying the night. Twin braids, long and neatly plaited, with a few strands falling loose and framing the sides of her face.
It almost reminded her of that time--sporting a white flowing dress, with her hair tied back and up with a blue bow.
It could have been cute, if it was anyone else inside of the costume. A cute young woman in casual clothes and a domestic background. But she didn't look the part.
"It--looks nice," she answered.
"They're even, and neat. You did a good job." Her compliments to the stylist. Uemon asked if she had any plans for the day, and in truth she wasn't sure. Once again, she paused--and spent far more time trying to come up with an answer than she probably should have.
She
needed to be out. Going around, investigating checkpoints, making sure the borders were secure, keeping an eye out for any brewing trouble wherever it may be arising. She should pick up a student and help them learn something new, or train in some way. She needed to put on her disguise and
do something as a jinchūriki, instead of being useless and wasting time--
But those lives were separate from her own, and she didn't know what excuse to give him.
Does it matter? He's going to find some work to do, today, so when he leaves then you're free to do whatever and there will be no questions asked, no suspicion raised. Just say something--your silence is overly suspicious and strange.
"I... probably will go... volunteer at the hospital, or... go... organize files at the library or... something. I'll--find something to busy myself. Don't you worry about it." Realistic options.
"I should... probably go change my clothes." And give him his shirt back.