Private Been A While, Crocodile [Req Shinjo]

[Kagami Miro]

The port of Moon Island echoed with the roar of merchants and traders. A handful of fishermen beckoned their arms out to passersby. A hoarse voice began to market off the most recent haul. “Fresh tuna! Just caught herring! Good deals!” Another stand across the fish market had been packed full of freshly grown vegetables. Again this man marketed their goods to all who passed by yet he had the luxury of attracting customers. Quickly he began to sell out of goods until he had nothing but the bare minimum. A few carrots here and some potatoes there. The last remaining customers eyed their goods, a soft yet calloused hand bumped into a lithe dainty hand as they reached for the same good. The strangers hues turned to see who it was only to spot a woman with long black hair, devastating red eyes and perfectly flawless skin. Mesmerized as if taken under a spell by her foreign beauty, the orange-eyed woman gave her apologies to the pregnant woman after a good natured back and forth from the incident. The woman concocted a plan for dinner, insisting the foreign beauty join her. With a moment's pause the orange-eyed woman gave a cute smile and agreed to tag along. The pregnant woman clapped with excitement and turned to head home with her newfound friend.

Once they had arrived the woman opened the door to her home and called out. The foreign beauty held the door open for the woman, unbeknownst to her a paper seal peeled off the palm of the foreign beauty. In an instant it embedded and camouflaged itself against the material of the door. Her voice rang throughout the home yet nary a mouse made a sound. The woman turned to face the foreign beauty and softly she asked if she wanted any tea. The beauty nodded in agreement and took a seat at the dining table she was offered. It was strange to see a woman born outside of the world of shinobi. The demeanor by which she carried herself resembled royalty or at the bare minimum royalty. ‘Shinjo sure can pick ‘em.’ The pregnant woman carefully set down a hot cup of tea in front of her. Pale digits curled up towards her cheek to rest her head on her hand. Red hues pierced through the psyche of the woman. Her lips twisted into a cute sinister smile, ‘Shame.’ The world that surrounded the woman twisted into the friendliest dreamstate the Sennin could concoct for her. How kind of her, really. To allow the weak a glimpse at peaceful tranquility as if the world knew only harmony. Her tongue subtly licked her lips in delight. Just how would her husband react to such pleasantries? Surely he'd be elated to see a long time friend reemerged from his darkened past.

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[Kagami Miro]

Seconds turned into minutes. One minute into ten, thirty, forty-five, sixty…. Ninety… The weight of the pike of illusion that pierced into the brain of Shinjos’ wife pulsed ominously. The continued facade Mirō painted for her to witness felt like minutes to his wife. On the outside, in reality, Mirō had begun to get fed up with waiting on her failure of a student. ‘This is all his fault. Everywhere you god the land is desecrated with your foul presence.’ The Sennin sucked her teeth all the while pushing herself off the wall she had been leaning on. Her head swayed side to side in disappointment. Lost in the delusion she had created in her mind. Her own mindset rotted her to the core, yet she refused to listen to her brain and moved with her heart. The curse of the Uchiha.

The sound of a heavy chair echoed through the room. The weight of it left scraps and marks on the floorboards before the chair stopped in front of the doorway. Mirō continued to work around the house. Carelessly and recklessly she uses the power of her gravity jutsu to force push and pull cabinets, walls, and dressers on a whim. Her hand fanned out every room in search of anything of use. The ruckus of her destruction hadn’t phased the poor man's wife. At that moment Mirō had begun to manipulate her memories. A vision of Shinjo and her newlyweds who sat peacefully on their porch. They had begun to reminisce about the wedding. The beautiful white ceremony with loved ones nearby. Happiness filling the rows, her father and her began to escort down the aisle towards the first oddly strange step up to meet Shinjo at the altar. After a moment the vows began, each one deeply heartfelt as the previous. Everything had gone perfectly. The hands of Shinjo began to rise from his sides. Carefully he lifted the snow white veil up past her face and over her head and ever further down towards her neck. Another strange occurrence but she hadn’t cared. The love of her life had been in front of her. To spend a lifetime together, happily ever after…

Mirō looked up at the ceiling where the rope had been attached. With another pain expression she shook her head. A soft hand reached up to place a paper fire seal on the woman's back. The Sennin hadn’t thought she’d be this much taller while standing on the chair. Once the seal had been adhered Mirō moved to the door to leave. Just before she left she turned around to fully bear witness to the scene at hand. “Shinjoooo… You should’ve came… Look what you did…” A dark devious giggle emerged past soft lips. The house had been destroyed on the inside and the last piece of the puzzle… Mirō's hands clasped into the seal of the tiger. With ease she broke the genjutsu she had imprinted on his wife's brain. “Your face right now… It’s.. so frightening…” Without another second wasted the heavy chair flung out from beneath her feet and into the kitchen. Mirō’s smile faded. Radiant red hues watch for a moment to absorb the details with a snapshot. A pale hand gripped the door handle, letting herself out to the country of Moon once more.

The sounds from inside the house were to fade like her smile. Mirō’s stomach flipped and wretched in disgust. ‘Shinjo… Shinjo….’ “Shinjo… … … … Look what you’ve done.” Those infamous red hues of her gazed up into the sky to witness the colors of space. Blood began to stream down her cheeks. A pitch black door opened up before her to absorb her vessel into the darkness. Only leaving a special gift for her bastard student. She wanted to hope anyway, the second gift had been the seal she left on his wife's back, set to go off within the next few hours. “If only he’d let me lead him down the path of righteousness instead of this pitiful dream of happiness…”​

[Cast Rank C Snapshot Mastered]
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