I'll Show You Insanity

Chapter 56

Grey clouds covered the sky, and rain fell as if the gods themselves wept in sorrow at the loss of the man who's funeral was scheduled for this very moment.

It appeared that the entire village had attended, all clothed in black and wiping tears, holding onto loved ones. Only one person didn't joined them, for she sat in a tree, hidden from view as her rust colored orbs silently, emptily took in the scene playing out before her.

She wouldn't cry, she couldn't. She had arrived at the grave earlier, emptied her ducts then, cried and sobbed in solitude until an odd sense of melancholy washed over her, leaving her dull, empty.

She sat in the branches a while longer, watching. Her team was there, Shikamaru and his parents and team, and all of her friends. The villagers that roused her bloodthirsty nature were there, everyone that hated and resented her for what she was, the reason for her heartwrenching decision.

She knew her friends were wondering about her whereabouts. Every few moments, one of them would turn their heads to look around in search for her, only to find nothing. She'd suppressed her chakra, as well as the demon's strength, well enough that no one could sense her.

Her rust colored eyes took in, memorized, each and every face of those she held dear to her heart. This may be the last time she'd see them, she didn't think she'd ever taste freedom again. She wouldn't risk it- she'd become more unstable with the sudden return of the Akumuchi, and now, her grampa wasn't here to remind her not to slaughter them all, to rip out their organs and decorate the village with their pretty red blo-

She swiftly shook the morbid thoughts from her mind, deciding now was the best time to leave. She disappeared in a flash of charcoal grey, leaving only the leaves to rustle slightly in her absence, drawing attention of a familiar silver haired shinobi.

Kakashi released a soft breath through his nose. He knew it would take time for her to adjust. For years, the Hokage was her only companion, and now with him gone, she had to learn to get along without him.

His gaze floated back to the coffin, the maple box with the drawing she'd drew for the one within, the one that he kept hung on the wall behind his desk, the picture he treasured so dearly.

The Hokage being buried with the picture was controversial, Kakashi could hear the murmurs of those against it, the ones who resented her even after all she's done. They didn't care about it, none of it. They just saw the demon within.

He wondered how it had returned, how she had still seemed so miraculously in control while using it's power, but he hasn't asked her about it.

He didn't have the heart to, not now.

Meanwhile, Yuma flickered around her room, collecting clothing and valuables and throwing them into a bag. She'd leave before the funeral was over, before anyone could stop her.

She was almost finished, she just had to leave the note, a small slip of paper on the nightstand with a shaky explanation, an 'I love you' to her cousin and everyone else she had given a piece of her heart to, and the last crimson tear she had in reserve upon it.

She set the note down, and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the bunny in her hands a moment before setting her resolve.

She could feel her heart cracking even more as she placed the stuffed animal in her bag, and slung the straps over her shoulders.

Her weapons would stay, she wouldn't need them where she was going.

She left through the window- she didn't want a reminder of what all she was leaving behind.

She ran, unnoticed, through the village, slipped without trouble out of the gates, and took off into the forest, a specific location in mind as she leapt from tree branch to tree branch.

She came to a stop before a familiar, large, off-white building. She took a breath before walking up the steps, into the building, and seeing a familiar face sitting at the front desk.

"Hey, Lenny," she greeted, voice painfully dull.

The scarred man jumped, eyes snapping to her in disbelief and horror.

"W-What are you doing here?!" He roared, leaping to his feet. Confusion and fear were singing a duet in his mind, quieting their song as he saw the strangely desolate look in her eyes, which gazed at the floor.

She looked so... broken.

"Is my room empty?" She muttered, still not meeting his gaze.

"Y-Yeah..." he replied, unsettled by her lack of malice. His brow furrowed. "What are you planning?"

"Just bring the key," she sighed, a sound full of sorrow and regret, as she turned and walked into the hall leading to her cell.

Lenny followed behind her, keys and straight jacket in hand, watching carefully. Her head was hung low, shoulders slumped, and he could feel depression rolling off her in waves. Something had happened, that much was clear.

They passed the familiar dark stain on the dirty tile, and walked slightly longer to arrive at her assigned cell. Lenny reached past her, unlocking and opening the door. She walked inside without a fuss, and held her hand out for the straight jacket.

"I'll get it on after I'm done," she said quietly, shrugging off her backpack.

He scoffed at this. "You can't put this on by yourself, brat."

Her dull eyes finally met his, and he took a sharp intake of air at the emptiness he saw within.

"What happened to you?" He breathed.

"Please," she requested quietly.

He huffed, handing the article over. "Fine. I'll give you an hour before I come back. I've just got to make sure you don't have any weapons-"

She released a wave of power as his hand stretched out to take her pack.

"Don't."

The single word was spoken in a whisper-soft tone, but promised pain should he continue.

His hand fell lax to his side, and he grunted. "One hour."

He left, and she was left alone.