Cozying into him, she thought it best to not drag it out, yet she was careful with how she framed her admission. There was no going into gory details. There was not talking about her frame of mind, there was absolutely no discussion of the other team members other than a mention that they were there. This was a strictly fact based conversation and anything else she wasn't sure she could say without getting emotional. What that emotion was not mere sadness. It was unbridled rage that she kept contained for the most part, locked deep within the recesses of her heart and mind. Maybe talking about it with him or anyone would be therapeutic but she did not want to go down that road.
“I want to tell you about my life before Konoha about what I was doing before I got here…” She would not bother to go into every teeny tiny detail, but, she would hit all the major bits.
“Me and Asuka grew up in a cult. That cult worshipped Jashin. I am sure Tamashii has told you a lot about Jashin…anyway, in my sect I was considered “The Chosen”” Air quotes accompanied the term.
“As such I grew up with relative freedom since I was the favorite. Though, it was only my aptitude that made me the chosen. No one was devoted more than me, no one committed more acts in Jashin’s name than me, no one believed harder than me: the greatest Daughter of Jashin…
“That gained the attention of the leader of the sect and who I would consider my father. He raised me and I can say, now that I am not as angry over the situation, that as far as fathers went, he wasn’t the most terrible…even if he taught me how to enjoy the hunt and savor the kill. You see I don’t consider myself a shinobi as much as I consider myself an assassin…
“But he did teach me the importance of family and keeping home separate from the work of the faith…I cannot say it is the same for everyone who follow Jashin, but for me and my sect, that’s how it was.” Yomi raked her hair behind her ears before she continued.
“Like I told you on my birthday, we all had to “ascend” and I was to formally become a part of the faith and of course it did happen. But I like I said that night, I had become enlightened that night too. I had sacrificed my body, a mere mortification of the flesh, and I had been beaten into unconsciousness…” The woman glossed over this bit as it was as normal as a paper cut.
“While I laid asleep I had a dream…A woman…a Goddess came to me and said that Jashin was false and that she was in fact the real God who required my devotion. Knowing that I would be skeptical she said that she would present me with a few signs to know she was true…
“And lo and behold, the signs she said to look out for came to pass. Eventually, I confronted my “father” wondering if he knew that Jashin was false. He didn’t deny it and it had been the only the second thing he kept from me in our entire time together. I was furious but he was my father, so instead of killing him I took Asuka and the two others and left.” Yomi scoffed at the mere mention of leaving as if it was something that she couldn’t even believe she did. “ By the way, there’s no leaving the cult, but he knew they’d all die in the pursuit of me, and my last request was that he not follow me. So far, he’s honored it.”
“The Goddess who came to me, whose name is Rei if I failed to mention, was not done with me yet. She said that she couldn’t allow someone as devoted as I was to be left with nothing, but, there was a catch...she wanted to make sure I could still be useful to her. So, one of my stops before Konoha was a different hidden village. They let me in, just like Konoha, and me and my team…we played the long con. We worked really hard to gain their trust and as soon as we were able to, we rewarded them for trusting outsiders. Needless to say, the village no longer exists. However, I still paid a price, because that’s how I lost the other members of my team, my family…
“My reward for all of that was Godhood. Rei is now me and I am now Rei bound by mortal flesh, as Asuka and my followers put it.” Yomi still laid on Umashi as she told her story her tone remained even the entire time. there was no hint of anything in her voice. No happiness, regret, anger. sadness, just an even barrage of words. Yomi was sure that he had a lot of questions or at least a plethora of accusations. She half expected to be pushed onto the floor. He’d perhaps ask her for proof, and she was prepared to provide it. Maybe he'd arrest her. Whatever he decided she would not fault him. Yomi didn’t turn to look at him though, she didn’t want to see his reaction. Maybe he’d think it was all a joke. Certainly, she’d feel much worse if he took her Godhood as a joke and would probably smite him for his blasphemy.
