WOOHOO!!!!!!!! This story has reached double digits and I think it's time for celebration! *Pops open a can of coke* Now if you were wondering, this is the first time one of my stories have gotten to double digits *sniffs* "MAH BABY'S ALL GROWN UP!!!!!!!!" So this chapter is kind of a milestone for me, and I hope you enjoy it! On the other hand, I know that you guys are probably wondering why the title is 'DAMNIT' it stands for "Doing A Moderately Not Interesting Story" and it was the title before I could make up the title.On a sadder note, my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer in both of his lungs (he had oral cancer twice before this) so I'm sorry if I don't upload quite as often, because I have to visit or help clean out his house (my grandmother passed away in March).
I promised I would warn thee when we reached a timeskip, SO THERE!!!
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"Grandmother I'm home." I called into the house as I entered, taking off my boots and long clock, then setting my staff on the wall closest to me.
"Haruna? Is that you? I thought you were going to take longer." the woman who insisted I called her grandmother entered the room wiping her hands on her apron.
"The sheep were acting weird and I could sense that something bad is about to happen. So I put them back in their pen, and I noticed the birds aren't singing as much as they used to." I said worriedly
"It could be just a upcoming storm." she answered
"The sheep weren't acting like they would normally do if there was going to be a storm. Maybe somethings gone wrong." I said
She knew what I was talking about,"Haruna, the Kages are fine. It's no use in worrying."
"Grandmother, if something goes wrong and a war is started, then I have to leave in order to fulfill my duty and loyalty to the Kazekage and the 5 nations. I'm not ready to go to war, I can't see myself killing anymore people." I confessed
"Haruna, it's a annual meeting. The strongest security measures are taken, and each Kage has their own set of body guards. Go do your weaving, you still need to bring in your quota for the week." she replied tiredly
"Fine." I grunted as I dragged my feet out of the entry way
"Haruna have better posture, no one wants a bent woman." she chided
I straighted out my back and picked up my feet as I went into the room with the loom that I had to stare at while weaving for hours a day. The woman who taught me said I had a gift for these kinds of things, but I didn't have the patient or the motivation that would somehow make my weaving more beautiful thant it already was. Their village exported the fabric that was homespun, along with the quota of produce and animals marked for slaughter. I looked after their sheep and cattle, I helped with their weaving, I helped harvest their crops. Everything I owned used to be anothers, I never truly would own anything, they knew what I did and they associated me with the hardened S-ranked criminals that I slaved under for a year.
My fingers started flying over the strings gracefully while maintaining a speed that was my norm. I brought up the wooden comb with a force that would force the threads closer together, after that, I started the next set of ten rows, bringing it up again after I was finished. The half finished cloth that I looked at was a virgin white that I would assume to be used for a wedding. My mind wandered as my fingers worked like they had a mind of their own.
I thought of the boy who confessed his love for me last night, his form lanky and skinny, face blushing a furious red. Palms clammy and sweating as the gripped onto mine, voice shaking as he confessed. My fear and horror, when he said that he would marry me, freeing me from the laws. My voice a monotone as I told him that my pride and my heritage would not allow me to go againest the man who saved my life, I told him of my sentence. His silence, then his quick desertion after he squeezed my hands one more time. My heart aching for his saddness, my mind congratulating me on on my wisdom.
