Asuka stood there. Not flinching at the Junai, more so speechless as Soku spoke. There it was again. Over and over again, get the blame thrown someplace else. Given to anyone but themselves. Assumptions here, assumptions there. Question her loyalty... that was basically the whole problem here. The whole reason why she had lost hope. The whole problem with this situation is the assumption that Asuka didn't know what she had done. That she didn't understand the severity of her actions. THAT is the main thing that pissed her off. No one listened when she spoke, no one cared to understand. Then again, what could she expect? It was always the same. Grabbing Sokus sword she gave a frustrated sigh. As her sharingan turned to her mangekyou she clinched her teeth.
Teleporting right outside the restaurant she blocked Soku's path. Pointing the tip of her sword towards her direction. She was done. No more acting. As she cleaned her fake tears Asuka cleared her throat, her tone changing to a more serious, logical unfeeling voice. "I'm sick of you people." She said, letting her hair straighten out. "All this power over others. Power to wipe out centuries of history in a couple of seconds and you can only act like screaming teenagers. It's genuinely impressive."
"Let's break down point by point what you just told me." She slowly took a step, few moments and another step. "I didn't question your loyalty to the village. It's precisely that blind loyalty that has ME trying to keep us both alive." Asuka gave a slight giggle as she continued walking forward. "Again, making assumptions."
She finally had the sword tip pointed at Sokus chest, pushing it hard enough to make her take a step back rather than piercing. More so they didn't have this annoying display upon earshot of everyone. "And please. What you have done? In this line of work is practically in the job description to get punched, stabbed, drowned, electrocuted, buried alive, turned to mush, exploded. You have no sympathy from me. Especially because this idiot has died twice already. But hell, who is keeping count." Slowly pushing Soku back into the restaurant Asuna slammed the door behind her. "And no. She didn't leave you to die. I did." She smiled "Based upon our knowledge at the time, which was before your near death experience, our daughter took priority considering it was more our fault than anything. So I pushed her to rush. Yet you blame not only the wrong person, but something we didn't know about until we got out of jail. Isn't that funny!" She gave a laugh as she continued. Finally she didn't have to pretend. Finally she could be herself again. Nothing mattered anymore.
"Cowardice this, cowardice that. That little sob story would be quite the wonderful move only IF it held any sort of weight." Rayne smiled, stretching herself. As she placed the sword tip to the ground, blocking the door. "I was born due to Asuka being tortured by her father for a Jahinist ritual. Her mother committed suicide and I burned the village, including all of the inhabitants, to ash. Fitting punishment for those who would practice such acts wouldn't you say? But hey, to each their own origin story." Rayne shook her head, looking up at the ceiling as she took out two thick pieces of string. With accuracy throwing it towards the counter, bringing back to her hand a bottle of quite the fine Sake. Pulling the cork out with her mouth she spit it out. "Cheers." Taking a big swig of the bottle. "What about the time Asuka pulled you from that poison Cloud when she was 10? Or when you and her fought that pack of bandits. Or the fight with Mikasa, believe me, even with me screaming in her head she was more concerned about you than herself, ready to die just before Maki showed up and blew the three of us up. Or Or" She giggled, shaking her head with a smile. What times. "The time where she rescued you when you were kidnapped from your own house. Took you to the hospital and fought two doctors and three nurses because the term "visitation hours" didn't apply to her apparently. Remember that?"
Rayne gave a hard laugh as she talked about family looking out for each other, as if the mere idea was hilarious. Family, the hardest substance in the human mind. The easiest it breaks. Her next part just made her laugh harder. Taking another swig she coughed a couple of times. "The fucking brat was actually HAPPY you were taking her to her cell. She was thinking on drawing all these pictures when you came to visit. She understood Takeshi ordered it so you didn't have a choice. She rode on your shoulders for crying out loud. Another memory with her BIG SISTER she kept thinking. God damn dumbass." Another swig.
"The last part is the funniest. THAT last swing is what makes me the happiest because god damn I love being right." She smiled throwing the sword back at Soku. "You're not sorry her daughter is dead. No one is. Heck, an academy student was the first to try, and fail mind you, to console her." She laughed shaking her head. "Sorry getting ahead of myself... where was I..." She snapped her fingers. "Right. Communication. You know, going back to when she was at the academy... Asuka has been stabbed, burned, electrocuted, blown up, punched, mentally attacked, tortured, she has lost her first love, her students, her mentor, her teacher, her family. YET, she never prioritized herself. It was always keeping others safe and happy." She laughed "Not ONCE in her entire life. ONCE did anyone stop and ask her if she was all right. If she was ready. Giving her assurances that they were there for her. It was always because of titles... never just to see if Asuka was okay. You know why she never communicated? No one asked." Shaking her head Rayne sighed "The Will of Fire broke her. ACTUALLY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, do you want to see your beloved sister? The so called criminal? Give me one moment I'll bring her out."
Rayne took out a seal to help her with the Chakra channeling. Pumbing chakra into it a clone of her appeared, that immediately sank into the ground and began to sob. Very heavily. Tears and mucus running down her face Screaming. The screech could vibrate any set of ears. Vibrated the vert building.
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Rayne walked a couple of steps forward, seemingly unfazed. Screaming above the noise she pointed at the broken husk. "You know what she's screaming? The name of every dead Shinobi since that day. The name of those she abandoned. Simply because she followed hear heart for once." She snapped her fingers, the clone disappearing in a cloud of smoke. "Asuka sent her daughter... our daughter... on a high level mission by accident. Didn't notice her disappearance due to the paperwork. Once she realized... for once she thought about herself... and what did she get? The dead body of Kairi down a ravine. Funnily enough the fall didn't kill the kid, dehydration did a few hours before Asuka got there. If she hadn't been thinking about the village, she could've saved her." Rayne sighed, getting a little teary eyed. "That made her lose the will to live. I took control. Wandering around the country, trying to get her back to her feet... or as high as I could."
Rayne laughed, scratching the back of her head. As she looked up to the ceiling for a few moments. "In the end she came back, took back control. First thing she was worried about was the others in the village. Yuki, Takeshi, her students and, of course, you. I told her that she would be branded a traitor if she went back, killed as a deserter. She didn't care, wasn't expecting the Hokage title... or to be given a shinobi title at all... she just needed to know how to help one. last. time."
"Once she got to the village you know what was the first thing she did?" Rayne gave a slight smile. "Went to every household of every dead shinobi and got on her knees. Some sobbed, others screamed at her, she was punched, kicked... didn't even put her guard up. The fucking brat went to Takeshi's office expecting to die." Rayne shrugged "What did she get? People screaming her face. No one listening that she understood. That she wanted to make amends by any means. That she fucked. up... That she expected... wanted... to die for her actions..."
Taking a big swig... one... two... three seconds. "Once the order was given to throw her in a cell she didn't resist. Could've teleported out and escaped but she didn't. Everyone turned their back on her and she took it... because she still fucking had you." Another big swig "That dark cell. Even after threatening her she still held hope. 'Soku will be here!' she kept saying 'She'll come back and I can talk to her. She'll understand! She always does!'" Rayne acted, changing back to Asuka for those moments. "She still loved you. But... she slowly sank into despair when you didn't show up... and well... the husk is what I've had screaming in my head since then." Rayne took another sip giving a big sigh. "Where does that fall in that big Will of Fire of yours? After offering her hand in marriage for peace, after everything she has done for the village. Not one person simply let her speak. Let her say she wanted to make amends, even if it meant dying by your hands. She understood... but not one listened... like always."
"I don't trust you because of it. If it was that easy to break a bond for you then I want nothing from you. At the gates, you didn't trust me AND BEFORE YOU START I couldn't exactly tell a Sand Shinobi that the mighty Hokage couldn't fight. Every time I try a Jutsu a random effect happens. But you not trusting me just confirmed my suspicion, killed the last shiver of hope Asuka's influence had on me." Asuka took the last big swig from the bottle, throwing it to the ground and shattering. "Unlike Asuka, I'm not so trusting... so... my plan still stands. Apologize to the Kazekage and get the treaty back. But no. You don't get to interfere. Not here. I can't risk it. You've already done enough damage."
[Stopped from Leaving]