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one_long_mission2012-12-31 12:09 pm
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[Open] It was a rare day off...
...and Hanabi didn't see them often. She considered herself, at this point, little more than a drone of the Hyuuga estate, fated to take on the much respected, prestigious role of heiress, and subsequently fated to losing much of her childhood to training, studies, and other assorted etiquette lessons and fine arts like calligraphy, weaving, ikebana and tea ceremony. All to ensure she grew to be a splendid young lady.
She certainly didn't feel splendid. She felt exhausted.
But it was a lovely day in the midst of winter, and for once, Hanabi was in the midst of Konoha, breathing in cold hair and watching mist form in front of her mouth. Hoheto, her Branch companion of the day, stood some distance behind her and followed her slowly, as if to appear as though he weren't directly watching her.
She felt self-conscious, being fourteen and still needing a keeper to tag along everywhere, but Hanabi learned quickly that this was life, and a privilege to have so many people dedicated to keeping her in the best of physical health.
Still, thinking dark thoughts wasn't going to improve the day, so Hanabi wanted to make the best of it. She walked slowly up to a shop selling yams and bought one, savoring the taste (though it wasn't as good as the ones spiced by Hyuuga hands).
It was cold, but it was a beautiful day. A day of freedom.
If you ignored the bodyguard tailing you.
Hanabi had tried an inordinate amount of times to ditch them, and failed every time; they were jounin, and she was decidedly not. Still, with every new year of training, she dreamed of escape.
Escape, the thought spread a fuzz over her brain that felt like drinking warm hot chocolate.
With the sight of the Byakugan, she eyed Hoheto's location.
She could make it.
She could.
She would.
With a small signal, a bunshin and a kawarimi no jutsu later, she was running giddily toward the forest. At the longest limits of her vision, she could see Hoheto was not following, and shortly, he'd be out of range.
"Well, it seems like you're having fun," an eerily familiar voice said...just before something hit Hanabi couldn't see hit her squarely in the gut and made the world black.
* * * * * * *
The first thing she noticed was that she was cold. Then, slowly, as sensation returned to her body, she realized her mouth was dry, like she hadn't had a drink in days, and her head and stomach hurt terribly. Shifting alone gave her gut-wrenching cramps. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by white.
Snow.
Snow? In Konoha?
No. Not Konoha. Definitely not.
Instantly, Hanabi assumed the worst. She must've been abducted. Kidnapped to blackmail her father. The snow was probably genjutsu...it would be silly to leave precious cargo lying about to freeze to death.
She shakily lifted her hand to make the seal of the ram. "...kai..." Hanabi whispered, hoping the genjutsu could be released simply.
Too hopeful, she chided, staring up at the snow that didn't fade, and the chill that was starting to make her clothing wet.
Hanabi was sure that she was in over her head. For a day of freedom, this was the punishment.
No. Move. Get up. Find out what's going on.
Get up, Hanabi ordered her body. Get. Up.
She certainly didn't feel splendid. She felt exhausted.
But it was a lovely day in the midst of winter, and for once, Hanabi was in the midst of Konoha, breathing in cold hair and watching mist form in front of her mouth. Hoheto, her Branch companion of the day, stood some distance behind her and followed her slowly, as if to appear as though he weren't directly watching her.
She felt self-conscious, being fourteen and still needing a keeper to tag along everywhere, but Hanabi learned quickly that this was life, and a privilege to have so many people dedicated to keeping her in the best of physical health.
Still, thinking dark thoughts wasn't going to improve the day, so Hanabi wanted to make the best of it. She walked slowly up to a shop selling yams and bought one, savoring the taste (though it wasn't as good as the ones spiced by Hyuuga hands).
It was cold, but it was a beautiful day. A day of freedom.
If you ignored the bodyguard tailing you.
Hanabi had tried an inordinate amount of times to ditch them, and failed every time; they were jounin, and she was decidedly not. Still, with every new year of training, she dreamed of escape.
Escape, the thought spread a fuzz over her brain that felt like drinking warm hot chocolate.
With the sight of the Byakugan, she eyed Hoheto's location.
She could make it.
She could.
She would.
With a small signal, a bunshin and a kawarimi no jutsu later, she was running giddily toward the forest. At the longest limits of her vision, she could see Hoheto was not following, and shortly, he'd be out of range.
"Well, it seems like you're having fun," an eerily familiar voice said...just before something hit Hanabi couldn't see hit her squarely in the gut and made the world black.
* * * * * * *
The first thing she noticed was that she was cold. Then, slowly, as sensation returned to her body, she realized her mouth was dry, like she hadn't had a drink in days, and her head and stomach hurt terribly. Shifting alone gave her gut-wrenching cramps. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by white.
Snow.
Snow? In Konoha?
No. Not Konoha. Definitely not.
Instantly, Hanabi assumed the worst. She must've been abducted. Kidnapped to blackmail her father. The snow was probably genjutsu...it would be silly to leave precious cargo lying about to freeze to death.
She shakily lifted her hand to make the seal of the ram. "...kai..." Hanabi whispered, hoping the genjutsu could be released simply.
Too hopeful, she chided, staring up at the snow that didn't fade, and the chill that was starting to make her clothing wet.
Hanabi was sure that she was in over her head. For a day of freedom, this was the punishment.
No. Move. Get up. Find out what's going on.
Get up, Hanabi ordered her body. Get. Up.
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All useless.
Well. For the moment, anyway.
"Yes. That's a good idea. I will definitely look into finding a good form of work."
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"Good luck, Hyuuga-san." The older kunoichi finished off her last dumpling, then pushed herself to her feet to offer a quick incline of her head as respect. "I'll expect you to let me know where you end up. I'll help you out if I can, but don't expect me to do anything for you."
In other words, if the girl didn't report her whereabouts to Tenten personally, she'd be going straight to Neji to have him find her.
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She had no intention of letting Tenten know where she was. A genjutsu Neji on her back...that was the last thing she needed.