Acquiring Sentence (discontinued)

Granted

Date finished: 24-1-2019
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Shiru was stuck. She didn't know what to choose and she didn't know which one was right not wrong. If she agreed, it would be like making the deal with the devil, but if she didn't, getting out of here would be a hassle, even for her.

"I...what is your goal?" She asked quietly. He smirked like the sky man he was.

"World peace, by achieving a never ending genjutsu. Tsukuyomi."

She felt like throwing her hands up and slapping him straight across his fucking face. She didn't believe him. It had to be a different plot, surely. And the way he acted just didn't suit the ambition.

"You're pulling strings here. Do you want me to kick you out?" She spat harshly and sat on her bean bag, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest.
He laughed, laughed, and responded;

"I know where the Uchiha is, Shiru."

She almost lunged. Her breathing became erratic but she was okay. She didn't believe him but she didn't let the possibility go.
So she laughed too, and Obito wondered wether something was actually wrong.

"Bullshit. Even if you did. I...I don't care for your goal," she stated in a low voice, almost a murmur. The man stared, taking out a mask from nowhere, that looked the same as before, and putting it on.

"Oh? You don't care? Has my information proven me wrong?" He said in an amusing manner, getting closer to her. Shiru could feel the energy coming from him. It fluctuated like sound and she felt herself panic for a second. Then she remembered.

"I believe it has, Madara. Then what? If I refuse, what are you going to do?" She asked him. He stared.

"What will I do?" He approaches even more- "simple. Really. I'll just...

-kill you."

She lifted to look up and stared in silence, then she tilted her head to the side and gave a pained grin.

"You think I'd die so easily?" She whispered to him. He chuckled and waved his hand.

"Maybe not, but you must've realized the difference in power, did you not?" He retorted, and she scathed her teeth in silence. He was right. She had. And she had no intention in fighting here, either.

She sighed unnervingly and nodded.

"But I could care less about the world, you see," she stared at the window, realizing the stars weren't showing tonight, and looked away, "it could burn for all I care." She stood up and walked past him to the windowsill, leaning against it. She twirled her head and looked at his hidden masked face. He was...confused. He didn't know why and what made her answer like that, but it was not serious matter, she'd end up choosing him in the end, she had to. She must. Right?

She opened the window for him to leave, her thoughts in shambles. She hadn't given him her answer yet, only opinions. She'd never refused, it she wasn't sure wether to agree or not. A tough task for a broken shell of ceramic. But she could be fixed. If they'd let her out, then maybe. Maybe she'd go back to her old self. A smart, sarcastic and carefree prodigy. She liked that thought, but she knew it wouldn't happen. It never will.

He walked across the room to the windowsill, and prepared some hand signs in advance. He looked at her from the corner of his mask. He wondered what she was thinking about.

Just as he was about to jump and kamui away, she grabbed his shoulder,
"Wait! I never...who exactly do you want me to kill?" He smirked under the mask, staring at her with his swirling red eye.

"Shimura Danzo. Was I wrong to assume you've known of him? Or were you just curious of your speculations on said person?" He questioned cheekily, and her mind worked twice the speed of an engine. Her mind was like a clock work. Ticking. Tocking. Waiting to rust away at the world's heed.
She grabbed his wrist and squeezed it, almost snapping it had he not pulled away. He held it in his other hand, pondering over the pain.

"I— you said there was something else in it for me other than leaving." She was trying to stall, and both parties had realized. A small part of Shiru stalled hoping for reinforcements to come, but the bigger part knew it was just to think up of a proper answer.

"Well don't you pay attention well, hm?" He said in an amusing tone, and she grit her teeth in response. He held up his hands in a mocking manner, and she balled up her fists. She didn't have patience for this.

"Alright, then. I'll get to the point. You'd be training under Orochimaru."
There. He had said it. She didn't know what to say. She dropped her head low, her tongue starting to sting for some reason, and aimlessly pointed a finger at the window. 'Madara' grinned mischievously and leaped out of it, using Kamui midway landing.

A tear dropped. Shiru stopped moving completely, reaching a finger to her suddenly dripping eyes. She shook once more, and broke out crying on the floor. She wiped at her eyes repeatedly.

She had no dreams and neither nightmares. Everything was released the moment the first tear fell.

The sun rose and the birds chirped, seemingly in a mocking way. To others, it was a beautiful early day, the sky still tainted in its morning colors.

But for others it was the start of the day they'd regret. The day they'd never forget. The day they'd pray for hope. The day they'd starting losing complete sanity. The day she had decided her answer.

No one knew of what she was going through, and that was no misunderstanding. No one did. No one had a friend who has killed their whole clan and left their life. No one's had a friend who's committed suicide from a cliff trying to escape their problems. No one's been tortured and has watched kids being tortured by others nearly the same age. No one has experience every single one of those things other than her.

Her promise? The whole universe had taken it for granted.