Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-27425237-20170421224736



Listen to this while reading..

The skies above were dark and only growing darker as night had fallen but she had no intent on heading back to her parents house within the next couple of days, having dropped by earlier. It had only been a few days since her father had left for a small job aways from the village. He was reluctant to ask Miho so he had asked his friend Tama to watch over her mother but to ease her father’s worries she had promised to stop by to see how she was doing every now and again.She had wished she didn’t as today was a bad day for her mother.

According to her dad’s friend her mother had been cooped up in her room for a few days, refusing to eat. Her mother was distraught, mumbling and crying for her missing daughter. She had been convinced she was kidnapped and killed. Miho tried to help out by taking food up to her mother to try and coax her into eating.

She winced slightly as she walked slowly in the direction her apartment, heading up the stairs and opening the door before shutting it behind her. Her apartment was small and dark as she never bothered to open her windows, blinds always shut. It calmed her.

Her white kimono was stained red on the side,  blood slowly seeping out a small slit in the fabric. She moved into the bathroom, untieing the obi of her Kimono letting the hugging fabric fall to the ground with a light thump, turning on the hot steaming water letting it wash over her as she looked down at her wound. Deep and painful but not fatal, having missed anything vital  The room was filled with hot steam as it had began to fog up her mirror. The hot water washing over her body, her pale skin tinged pink from the heat of the water, white hair drenched, blood washing down the drain. The shower wasn’t very long as she had soon stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her curving form, a bit of blood seeping through that as well, pulling out a medium sized box, leaving the bathroom. She sat in a chair, placing the box on the table, opening it she took out some bandages and a small bottle of a  herbal ointment or some kind.

She unwrapped the towel and had began dabbing the ointment into and around the wound before wrapping it tight around her waist, tying it securely in place. She left the damp towel on the chair and went into her room, her hair still dripping wet, water droplets rolling off her body as she reached into her closet, pulling on a shirt and underwear before slipping into her bed, staring off at the wall. A pained expression on her face  as she was lost in her thoughts.

~ Memory: Age 6~

The small Miho was cornered in her own room, shaking in fear as her mother looked down at her with furious red eyes, looking away she tried to bolt away from her quickly before she hurt her. Her hand shot forth taking a good chunk of the poor child’s hair as she rammed her into the wall hard. Poor Miho had cried out. Her vision blurred by tears “Mom its me!!! Its me Miho!!”. Her mother scoffed”You're not my daughter I don’t have a child. You're a demon…..a MONSTER. I have to kill you!!!” Miho suddenly felt her mother’s hand grip her neck tightly, squeezing harder to the point where the poor child could not take in a breath. Her small hands tried to fight her mother off as her vision blurred some. She choked out”.....Mom”, trying to breath. Her vision slowly began to dim as she slumped slightly. She suddenly felt the grip cease and she dropped to the ground. She could faintly hear her father’s voice shouting at her mother but she was too far gone to make sense of any of it. She blacked out…..

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">She had pulled the covers over her body and buried her face into her pillow as she had tried to shake the memories that had always came flooding back after seeing her mother. She had fallen asleep after what seemed like hours staring at the lonely darkness of her room.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:underline;vertical-align:baseline;">~Earlier at her parent’s house~

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Her ruby hued eyes watched as her mother cut through the meat on her plate, her hands fragile and trembling slightly before bring a piece to her mouth chewing slowly. Her mother was fairly thin and pale. The years were harsh on her mother as under her eyes were dark circles from the lack of rest and worry she would go through daily. “My daughter…...Miho do you know where she is?” her mother looked up slowly, setting down the knife and fork onto the plate. She felt a pain in her chest as she had asked her this. She wanted to tell her that she was right here…...but she knew better.“...No I do not. Now eat please. Tama tells me that you haven’t been eating. I’m sure she will come back home any moment”, she smiled softly as it pained her too.

Listen to this when reading.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">What had happened next she should've expected but did nothing. All she saw next was her mother’s hand’s grip the knife on the plate before moving towards her, feeling a sharp pain in her side she gasped “YOU LIAR!!!!! YOU STOLE HER FROM ME!!!!!” she screamed. Her mother had stuck the knife into Miho’s side, buried to the hilt. Her mother was shaking in sheer fury as she looked at Miho. Her delirious eyes full of anger and hate for her own child. It was too much for her...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Miho’s eyes twinkled slightly as her eyes had glazed over slightly. She wanted to cry but refused to let anything out. She did not want to feel helpless…….to be helpless…..she was helpless. Even now she was not able to do anything. Not for her or her mother. She did not react angrily but merely put her hands where her mother had gripped the knife and slowly pulled it out, pulling the knife from her hand and letting it drop onto the floor. Tama had rushed in quickly upon hearing the screaming, shocked from the sight of the bloodied knife on the floor and the bleeding Miho. ”You need to go to the Hospital…..it looks serious!!!”, she had gripped her shoulders to help her up but as she stood up she raised a hand to stop her before she spoke any further.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“I’m fine….I’ll take care of it”, she spoke quietly,smiling to reassure her. She began to move towards the door to the hall even as Tama had tried to stop her from moving any further. She stopped short before leaving before adding softly”.....Don’t tell my father”. She didn’t want him to feel guilty…..or blame himself. With that she left the home and began her walk back home, ignoring some of the worried glances that were shot her way as she made her way home. <ac_metadata title="Through the eyes of a broken child: Hurtful memories."> </ac_metadata>