My Shinobi

Chapter 30 - A Taste of Home

Hey. So as you can see, I've added a picture. I drew this somewhere around two years ago I guess. I remember I had read Shinobi Life and felt like drawing a shinobi. My drawing skills aren't that great, but I decided to share. This is what happens when class is too boring--or you just don't like it.

Please enjoy ^^

The chapter, that is.

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Chapter 30 - A Taste of Home

I kept on stealing glances at Shiro--no--Natsume. Ever since that little moment we had by the waterfall, I have been feeling very self-conscious. It doesn't make any sense, why did I all of a sudden care so much about how and when he looked at me? Did I care about such thing before? When his eyes made contact with mine, I felt heat surge through my face and immediately looked away.

Sumire wasn't helping at all. She was being bothersome; giving suggestive looks my way.

"Oh my. Is this love blossoming I can sense? How cute! Don't worry I will help." she winked. I blame it all on the annoying blush that decided to spread.

"There is no reason for you to help. Nothing is going on, and nothing will ever go on." I made it clear to her.

She studied me for a moment, "That's what you think. Love cannot be helped. If it is to be then it will be. Without delay! Trust me when I say you have high chances."

"I don't know what you mean." I turn away.

"You will soon." she finished saying.

I tried my best to stay away from Sumire as we walked. I ended up preferring to walk alongside Tsubasa. Unlike a certain fairy, he didn't prive much into my personal life and feelings. Instead, he talked about the lands; explained more on the settlements and helped me understand what's good and not.

Yeah, Tsubasa was much better.

"Gabriella, what do you think about it so far?" Tsubasa asked.

"I like it. Well, it's not bad, but I don't know." I shrugged. "I don't think I can get used to everything. But it isn't such a bad place. One thing I don't like however, is how hot it gets. Why do we have to wear such garments in this kind of weather?"

Tsubasa laughed, "That's the way it is. It is proper etiquette; A woman cannot go around showing her legs. That is something only her husband should get to see."

I huffed, "I still don't like it. I like to be able to feel free. I want to be able to feel the wind on my bare skin whenever I wish. Maybe it is somewhat better, the so-called fashion was getting way too revealing." I strayed off thoughtfully.

"Either way, you have been adapting quite easily here."

"That may be so, but it's only because I pretty much don't have any other choice. And no matter how much I adapt, I will always stick out like a sore thumb. In case you haven't noticed, I don't look at all Japanese."

Tsubasa shrugged, "Seems you have your mind made up. Who am I to tell you otherwise."

"Exactly! Thank you. Unlike someone else, you know how to respect other's decisions."

"Still, I would like it more of you stayed." he smiled an innocent looking smile.

I wanted to close my eyes and look away, that kind of smile was hard to go against. "I...can't," I managed to get out. "I have a life that I need to get back to."

"I understand. But Gabriella, just know this, whatever will be, will be."

I know that, I thought. And I'll make sure that going home does happen. I can't just one day all of a sudden disappear and leave everything I ever knew behind. That's not possible for me, I need to go back.