Farewell Yume [Letter]

[Sand Council]

Urufu​

There were no amends to make, no farewells to utter. The village would soon collapse and all those contained within these walls would soon thereafter perish. He should not be here, he should never have come back but there was a kindred spirit among the drones that occupied Sunagakure. Kinship goes deeper than blood and has nothing to do with affections, it had something to do with his soul or the shredded remnants of what might pass as one. He was not here to atone for his sins, there was not enough blessings or prayers to wash away what he has done and what he would still do on this path he had chosen. He might come to regret this lapse in consciousness in due time but he had to warn her.
[col][legend="[color=olivedrab][b]The Letter[/b][/color]"]The world you know is about to come to an end. The village will fall after a series of explosions that you have no chance in off-setting and only a matter of hours before what I warn will come to pass. As a fellow member of my clan, I warn you of this impending destruction so that you may alter your ultimate fate. Your salvation will be through the Toraono Dojo, the passage has been repaired for months to the outside.

I won't wait for you, but I do wish you luck.[/legend]|The letter was unsigned. The woman was a link to both his feral nature as well as his humanity: a part of his soul where balance could be found. It was not love or even lust he harbored for her, rather it was a sense of completion she offered despite her lack of sanity. Perhaps there was a white knight under that layer of fur that wished to liberate a fellow clanswoman. Truly, he could not explain this desire or why he wasted minutes writing this simple note, something he had written thrice prior to settling on this incarnation.

He was no hero.[/col]

Yume was his intended recipient. He nailed the simple parchment face down to the door of the place they once met. There was no way of knowing if she would return in time, but he could smell her scent in this space. If he had the time he would have tracked her further, but time was almost up. He threatened his own life in even sharing this information with her, even if she did escape she risked crossing paths with those he allied himself with. If thatwas so, she too might face a fate worse than death.

He would one day come to regret his action, hopefully it would not be today.

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[Sagasu Yume]

[Enter Sagasu Shinji]​

It had been almost a month since the Cable occupation had commenced though it felt longer without the presence of his sister to keep him in a cheerful mood. The house was quiet without her laughter and idle humming. When he matured into his Inuzuka heritage, Shinji never thought he would get used to the telepathic nature of communicating with animals but the low warble that echoed in the back of his mind when CuRua and Yume 'spoke' to each other left a gaping void in its absence. He had tried to find his sister after she had fled in search of the Steward and had managed to track her to Keystone Prime, but CuRua had stopped them from interacting. Something about her not being well and uncertain as to how she would react. Apparently everyone had their breaking point of loss. They had stood so strong and unified after Riki and Kara's deaths but those were losses they burdened together; The Steward, for all intents and purposes, was solely Yume's.

Once he knew where she was, he had taken up patrolling the area. While there was no order, it would seem that militia style patrols weren't targeted if they didn't stop any of the anarchy. Shinji couldn't care less how much chaos was caused and did his best to keep civilian villagers from being harmed, though most people didn't venture outside of their homes during these dark times. It was during one of these patrols that Shinji caught the scent of an Inuzuka he wasn't familiar with. Following it to Keystone Prime, he hoped he would have caught a glimpse of the man. Instead his efforts were rewarded with a note to his beloved sister. Sniffing the air he would catch a waft of her perfume, sweet notes that reminded him of a beach party and drinks with tiny red umbrellas, leading away from the research facility and towards Omni Prime. Based on the contents of the note, he felt that she had to see it sooner than later. He couldn't wait until she wandered home. If this clan member thought it fitting to leave her a letter then he must have cared for her and in their family, that said some thing.

Fleeing into the shadows, Shinji made for the hospital with Ika tight on his heels.

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