A dream led Miyako to the Valley of the End, little does she know that the only decision she made on this fateful night would be one to change her life forever. She chose the easy way out, the way that her sensei was proud of her for not taking. One could say it was impatience, though others could view it as desperation. These thoughts race through Miyako’s mind as she runs through the almost enormous forest between the Village and the Valley of the End, a single, but very important piece of anatomy cradled in her hand. Her skin at this point almost feels sticky, her blood drying and clotting on different parts of her body as it rolls downward from her empty right eye socket.
In the dead of the night, Miyako approaches the Konoha Byoin, sobbing at the top of her lungs. Blood has poured all over the right side of her face and even cakes into her usually beautiful dark hair. As her long locks trail behind her, they nearly blend into the night sky that follows her. Bursting through the front door, Miyako almost gapes at the receptionist before dropping to her knees and crying out. “Mikasa!” She roars, not even capable of being formal at this point. With no sign of her eyepatch, Miyako sits in the center of the waiting room at the Konoha Byoin, waiting as patiently as possible for her sensei and the Mednin Sennin. The longer she waits, the more blood pools in her open right hand, her left clutching something loosely and seemingly carefully. The woman behind the counter at these hours surely was not expecting something of this caliber to happen, standing so quickly that her chair hits the ground with a large clash as she rushes to kneel next to Miyako and wrap an arm around her shoulder, trying to get the small young woman to stand, but to no avail.
She doesn’t seem to have taken any other damage, her body unscathed though covered in her own hot, crimson blood. Her cries are desperate, even though it would only take a few moments for Mikasa to arrive it would feel as though there were an eternity between now and the time that she bursted through the front door.
[Calling Mikasa]
In the dead of the night, Miyako approaches the Konoha Byoin, sobbing at the top of her lungs. Blood has poured all over the right side of her face and even cakes into her usually beautiful dark hair. As her long locks trail behind her, they nearly blend into the night sky that follows her. Bursting through the front door, Miyako almost gapes at the receptionist before dropping to her knees and crying out. “Mikasa!” She roars, not even capable of being formal at this point. With no sign of her eyepatch, Miyako sits in the center of the waiting room at the Konoha Byoin, waiting as patiently as possible for her sensei and the Mednin Sennin. The longer she waits, the more blood pools in her open right hand, her left clutching something loosely and seemingly carefully. The woman behind the counter at these hours surely was not expecting something of this caliber to happen, standing so quickly that her chair hits the ground with a large clash as she rushes to kneel next to Miyako and wrap an arm around her shoulder, trying to get the small young woman to stand, but to no avail.
She doesn’t seem to have taken any other damage, her body unscathed though covered in her own hot, crimson blood. Her cries are desperate, even though it would only take a few moments for Mikasa to arrive it would feel as though there were an eternity between now and the time that she bursted through the front door.
[Calling Mikasa]
