Last Time…
He let out a high pitched noise in pain, and looked up into her start yellow eyes. She stared right back into his cold, dead ones, and whispered.
"You best be thanking your lucky stars that there is a child in our presence, or you wouldn't be just a sadistic motherfucker with a broken hand.”
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My blue haired Savior dropped the crushed hand of the man before walking towards me, her eyes immediately taking on a gentle green hue as she looked at the younger version of me with concern.
“Are you ok?” she asked, “Can you stand?” she spoke softly, -a complete 180 change from just a few moments before- and offered her hand to the young girl whom hesitantly reached out and took the hand.
She was pulled to her feet in a matter of seconds by the woman. Who just smiled at her and crouched down to her eye level.
“You’re hurt” she stated, poorly concealed fury burning behind her passionate orbs. “Why don’t you come with me so that I can get you all healed up?”
the young girl looked at her in awe, tears brimming in her eyes as she sniffled and nodded. Luma just smiled at her with a nostalgic look resting peacefully on her face.
“Well, let’s go shall we?” she said, taking the small child's hand in her own and beginning to walk off towards her home, the young girl shortly following after her…
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The image rippled and faded to black in front of me, but i stand still, staring wide eyed at where it used to be, hand cupped over my mouth, and salty tears streaming down my face.
“Luma-san,” I whispered, choking back a sob, “Im sorry.”
My knees gave out from underneath me and i collapsed, falling first onto my knees, and then falling into a sitting position with my legs bent outwards to each side of my body. I drew my hands up to my face and sobbed. All the pent up frustration that built up over the years that i tried to keep buried escaping all at once.
I slouched forward and slammed my fist into the black ground and screamed; not sure how long i did it for.
when I finally stopped I found myself looking into the eyes of one very worried Tori. The hokage stood at the foot of my bed, an equally as worried expression claiming his features.
"Ophelia, are you ok?” Tori asked, grabbing my shoulders and looking me straight into my bloodshot eyes.
My eyes were wide. Was I back? Away from that cursed memory that brought back thoughts of the people i killed? But i couldnt be sure, i had to know.
“Am I back?” I croaked out, my voice fading.
“Back from where?” Genma asked. I looked up at him, tears still dripping steadily from my eyes.
“Back from the Mindscape.” the hokage perked up at this
“The Mindscape?”
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Im Sorry, I know it's short.
And. I'm not even going to mention how late it is.
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Fanficin my experience, hope is a bad thing. Hope is what makes you trust people, and trust is what gets you killed. And the sooner someone realizes that fact the longer they will survive in this cruel, evil world. Because if there is only one thing I ha...
