Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170811020943/@comment-28929139-20170815004838

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Kideme only sighed when she heard Michirama say that he was only bluffing about the missing sums. Although she seemed to have damned herself yet again, there was a lesson to be learned and a tactic to be remembered.

On their way out of the tea house, Hoshiko was coming down the stairs when she saw Kideme leaving with Michirama. The two of them would lock eyes for a moment. There was a hint of a frown on Kideme's face while there had been no expression on her mother's. Just when something of an emotion was starting to come through, Kideme had already turned her gaze away and walked out of the tea house and crossed the bridge. As she and Michirama cleared it, she turned to look back at the tea house in all of its splendor, admiring the pond with its blue green water, the orange and white koi that swam beneath the surface, the pink of the blooming cherry blossoms surrounding the buildings, the golden dragon roofing, and all of the stained glass windows she had installed. A few of her geisha were poking around in their pretty kimonos and handmade parasols. It was truly a beautiful sight to see the fruit of her hard work. And truly depressing that she might never see it again.

She had done this for the people she cared about, wanting to help her friends and secure enough income and asylum to help them for whatever occasion arose. Half of her friends had jobs here, she had given shelter to a couple of them and even supplied food to them once or twice. Kideme didn't care if she would have to give up everything as long as it meant someone else she cared for was spared.

A small tear slid down her cheek as she turned her back to it now and walked the rest of the way to the precinct. Her mind was somewhere else when the men stared, when she was handcuffed and ultimately when she was escorted to a cell. "No no, it's all right." She said with a dismissive shake of her head to his apology. When asked about Akui's involvement, she looked at him with a vacant expression as she took a seat on the bench. "He isn't."

Whether or not Michirama could tell that she was lying didn't matter anymore, she was here and the boy could be free or at least have a chance to run while he had time.