Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-24937485-20161026160823/@comment-30269418-20161030215219

Rena finally woke up after she smelt the food of Konoha; after eating with her newfound friends, she'd traverse to the hospital, where she'd be scolded and put into intensive care. She was alive, even though they weren't happy with her.

She removed the necklace and earrings from her arm and put them in her palm. Whatever had happened to the girl that had gone missing? She'd hope she'd learn someday. She gently touched her own pendant, which was the embodiment of a white cat. What was strange, however, was it seemed as if the tail was to be intertwined with something else. What if there was a second part to the strange necklace? What if she had lost it as a child, amongst the streets of Konoha?

She felt slight despair, but she then looked at the necklace. If this could be found, then surely could the person it belonged to. Until then, however...

She put it around her neck, and wore it. It was strange to hold the necklace of another; now she had two. She'd take the burden of keeping the necklace until the girl was found, well and alive, and came looking for it. It gave her hope; not only for the  Wind Daimyō's daughter, but also for her own happiness.

As for the earrings, she'd stare at them; the set was rather big. Regardless, even if she did look ridiculous... She pierced her own ears, sliding the metal part straight in without an ounce of emotion.

She stared at herself in the mirror; these gaudy things made her look different. They were fan-shaped, made of beautiful crystal while surrounded by a golden border. The chain of the necklace was gold.

Any other ninja may have sold these things, but Rena couldn't bring herself to. To do that would be to sell her hope. Then again, the earrings looked interesting. She didn't mind the color of the crystal against her currently white hair, but how would it look when purple? Would it match? Her hair was almost always matted and uncontrollable.

Her eyes strayed to the brush at her bedside, and she brushed through her hair. It was the most sensitive part of her. She opened her eyes, staring into the hand-mirror before her.

She looked immensely different, with her hair straight and long and white, all the way down to her feet. The earrings almost matched the neat style. She'd be able to pull this off, provided she kept her hair straight. Hopefully, however, she wouldn't have to wear these things for long.

That would mean that the girl was found.

And, with that thought, a tinge of a smile lingered on her lips. Her first smile. It happened to get wider, as she was completely smiling, a gentle expression on her face. She looked...more human than usual. Like anyone else.

And, even though she knew happiness was a poison lost to darkness... she couldn't help but slip and feel it for one day.

That much, she deserved.