Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25072069-20160518210358/@comment-24479578-20160519012102

Kinta had returned home after being invited to the Sarutobi Compound by the injured Jounin. His eyes looked about the kitchen where he had left his beloved wife and saw that she still sat there in silence with tears still streaming down her face. The cup of tea he had poured her still sat in the cup just as it had before he had left to see if there was any news of their daughter. Seeing Kenta walk up to her, Miyako looked up to him while wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her kimono. She’d sniff once and take a sip from the now cold tea before she looked back up to him and pressed her lips together a moment. She was torn between wanting to know and not wanting to know about their daughter.

“Were you able to talk with Ikeru?” The woman asked with a shaky voice which showed that she was trying very hard to keep her composure in front of her husband.

With a nod, he spoke softly. “I did not speak to Ikeru directly however, there were many there that wished the same answers as we did. Godric Fuma being one of them.”

Miyako raised her hand to her lips as she inhaled sharply. “No… Don’t tell me that his son was part of this as well?” Miyako remembered treating Keldran Fuma after his three way battle with her daughter and B for their Chunin Exams.

With a heavy sigh and a nod of his head, Kenta could only look to his wife. “It seems so. The young Fuma didn’t make it either. It seemed that there wasn’t any more than three of the first response that were sent out and came home alive.”

Miyako bowed her head and closed her eyes. So many of these children she knew personally from having treated them through their lives or had helped bring them into this world. “How’s Mary handling it?”

Kenta simply shook his head as he picked up his wife’s cold tea and took a sip from the porcelain. “I didn’t dare ask to be honest. Godric was pretty well enraged. I thought it best to leave the questions alone or for a time when he would be more suited to answer them.” He looked to the table a moment and then looked to his wife once more. “We’ve been invited to the Sarutobi compound by Hitomi’s jounin to hear the tale of our daughter’s last moments.” He’d wait a few moments as he saw his wife’s eyes once more begin to well up with tears. “I have accepted and I only wish for this to help aid in healing your broken heart, my orchid.”

With a nod, Miyako looked up to her husband and let out a shaky exhale. “Then I will change and we will be on our way.” Nodding, Kenta helped his wife up and walked with her to their bedroom where he helped her put on a more appropriate black kimono to not only show that they were one of the Noble Clans of Konoha, but to represent the Hyuga Clan itself. She’d twist and tie her hair up while Kenta placed pins in it to keep it in place, all very simple in design. Kenta had changed as well and placed on some clothing that had matched Miyako’s in appearance. Once more, tying his hair back after Miyako had brushed it out once more. With both ready to go, they walked from the Hyuga Compound to that of the Sarutobi.

Upon being greeted by the butler, Miyako and Kenta both would give a nod in thanks to the man before following him towards the main house of the Compound. Hearing the man’s words, Kenta gave a nod. “I understand. There are business matters that he must attend to as a member of the Council. That obligation I am not one to grumble over.” He said plainly as they continued to walk into the main home. The doors would open and Miyako stepped into the home with Kenta holding her hand in the crook of his elbow. But that was about to change when she heard the breaking of the vase upon the floor and a familiar voice calling out her name.

The Hyuga woman’s eyes lifted to see those of an old and cherished friend’s. Her chest heaved as she’d let go of her husband’s arm and run towards her. “Akiko!” She cried as she wrapped her arms tightly around her long time and most treasured friend. Without warning, the tears once more began to fall as she realized that her daughter was Hitomi’s jounin. Now, not only did her heartbreak for her own loss but for the suffering of Seika as well. This was a comfort that she had needed. Knowing that her lifelong best friend would also be here, gave her a bit of ease.

Kenta walked over and gave Akiko a soft smile that was not customary for him, but he had come to know that Akiko was one that his wife would fight him over no matter if they were wrong and he was right. He had come to accept this of his wife and her friend. “It is good to see you, Akiko. Thank you for allowing us into your home. Though I wish it was under better circumstances.” Miyako held on to her friend as they walked to the table and she left to the kitchen.

Sitting across the table from Seika, Miyako gave the girl a warm smile remembering when she was just a child. “Thank you for speaking with us, Seika. This must be difficult for you as it is for Kenta and I. But I need to know what happened to my Hitomi.” Taking his seat with his wife, he gave a nod and looked to Seika as well.

Silently, they listened to Seika’s story of what had transpired. Miyako felt herself begin to fall apart once more as she heard the tale of how her daughter came to her end. Kenta’s eyes went wide when he heard. She was gentle like her mother and still in the face of danger fought. Wanting nothing but his acceptance. It was upon hearing that she had done everything to gain their acceptance and pride, that Kenta felt the stab of sorrow and grief tear right through his heart. The hours of training and the bruises that she would come home with was all to make him proud. The man looked to the table with wide eyes of disbelief. She had done this all to make him proud of her. What sort of monster had he been to his daughter to drive her to such extents when she was as beautiful as her mother?

Miyako wept silently as she looked from Seika to Akiko then back to Seika. With the warm smile that Seika would have recognized from Hitomi, Miyako looked to the young woman with warmth in her sad eyes and in a shaky voice, spoke softly. “I thank  you for telling me of my daughter’s heroics. I do not need byakugan to see that this pains you as much as it does us.” Taking up the cup of tea that Akika had placed before her, she’d take a sip and look back to Seika. “Know that you are welcome to come to my home any time you need to. I will aid you in your healing both mentally and physically, where you can be comfortable and safe. You are also welcome to anything of Hitomi’s as a reminder of her should you wish it.” She said quietly before looking to Akiko and reaching for the woman’s hand for the comfort of an old friend.