The mountain air clung to Kaiden’s coat, crisp and cool, carrying the distant scent of damp stone and pine. His boots struck the uneven path with practiced surety, his strides long and purposeful, as if distance alone could wash away the irritation coiled tight in his chest. The lantern glow of Raiden’s Eye had long since disappeared behind him, swallowed by the rolling lowlands of Lightning Country, but he hardly noticed. He wasn’t walking toward anything. Just away. Away from the suffocating warmth of a crowded shop. Away from the reminder of a past that refused to stay buried.
Above him, Runa floated lazily through the air, watching his brooding form with an insufferably smug expression. “You really don’t change, do you?” she mused, her voice dripping with amusement as she swayed midair. “One little thing sets you off, and you go stomping into the night like some big, broody bear. Not even a glance back, not even a second thought about who might be following.” She spun once, arms folded behind her back, her glow pulsing faintly with mischief. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you don’t even care if you’re being followed. Honestly, Daddy, it's like you don't care about anything.”
Kaiden exhaled sharply, a slow, measured breath through his nose. It was the only sign he’d even heard her. His shoulders were rigid, tension still lingering from the moment he had recognized Kei for what he was. A shinobi. A future soldier of the Raikage, training to be another cog in the machine Kaiden had come to despise. He knew the kid wasn’t responsible for what had happened. Knew that Kei hadn’t been there the night his family was taken from him. But that didn’t change what he represented. What he would become. Still green. Still full of wide-eyed hope. Still thinking this village might give him something in return for his loyalty. It made Kaiden sick.
Runa, however, didn’t seem to care about any of that. She tilted her head toward the road behind them, her expression unreadable. “You’re always so sure you’re alone,” she continued, her voice softer now, not talking about them in the woods, but rather about Kaiden's innate loner mentality ever since her death. “But you're never really alone, Daddy. Because you've got me, and I always watch over you. Especially when you don't watch over yourself.” Kaiden finally glanced at her, the flicker of annoyance in his expression betraying his patience thinning. "You're talking too much." He muttered, pushing forward without another glance. "If I've gotta have a psychotic break, the least the gods could've done is give me quieter hallucinations."
Runa only smirked. She wasn’t trying to annoy him—well, maybe a little—but she had a goal. A scheme, carefully unfolding. Kaiden had been so busy drowning in his own resentment that he hadn’t even noticed. He thought he was in control. He thought he had left everything behind at that shop, that his irritation had been enough to sever whatever fleeting connection had formed there. But Runa knew better.
She had left just enough of a trail. A shimmer in the air here, a flicker of movement at the edge of sight there. Nothing too obvious, just enough to nudge curiosity in the right direction. And then, at just the right moment, she had whispered. A simple phrase, drifting like wind against an unsuspecting ear. Just loud enough to be heard, just quiet enough to be doubted. "Come find me." Now, she hovered in the night air, eyes bright with the anticipation of a game well played. She didn’t have to turn around to know her plan had worked. The air carried subtle disturbances, the faintest shift in energy, the kind of presence that could be felt but not quite placed. Kaiden remained oblivious, too lost in his own thoughts to notice. Runa grinned. "Oh, Daddy, you’re gonna be real grumpy..."
The shadows stretched long beneath the moon, the lowlands quiet except for the whisper of wind through the mountain pass. And somewhere behind them, just out of sight, an unseen presence, or perhaps even two, moved through the night.
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Above him, Runa floated lazily through the air, watching his brooding form with an insufferably smug expression. “You really don’t change, do you?” she mused, her voice dripping with amusement as she swayed midair. “One little thing sets you off, and you go stomping into the night like some big, broody bear. Not even a glance back, not even a second thought about who might be following.” She spun once, arms folded behind her back, her glow pulsing faintly with mischief. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you don’t even care if you’re being followed. Honestly, Daddy, it's like you don't care about anything.”
Kaiden exhaled sharply, a slow, measured breath through his nose. It was the only sign he’d even heard her. His shoulders were rigid, tension still lingering from the moment he had recognized Kei for what he was. A shinobi. A future soldier of the Raikage, training to be another cog in the machine Kaiden had come to despise. He knew the kid wasn’t responsible for what had happened. Knew that Kei hadn’t been there the night his family was taken from him. But that didn’t change what he represented. What he would become. Still green. Still full of wide-eyed hope. Still thinking this village might give him something in return for his loyalty. It made Kaiden sick.
Runa, however, didn’t seem to care about any of that. She tilted her head toward the road behind them, her expression unreadable. “You’re always so sure you’re alone,” she continued, her voice softer now, not talking about them in the woods, but rather about Kaiden's innate loner mentality ever since her death. “But you're never really alone, Daddy. Because you've got me, and I always watch over you. Especially when you don't watch over yourself.” Kaiden finally glanced at her, the flicker of annoyance in his expression betraying his patience thinning. "You're talking too much." He muttered, pushing forward without another glance. "If I've gotta have a psychotic break, the least the gods could've done is give me quieter hallucinations."
Runa only smirked. She wasn’t trying to annoy him—well, maybe a little—but she had a goal. A scheme, carefully unfolding. Kaiden had been so busy drowning in his own resentment that he hadn’t even noticed. He thought he was in control. He thought he had left everything behind at that shop, that his irritation had been enough to sever whatever fleeting connection had formed there. But Runa knew better.
She had left just enough of a trail. A shimmer in the air here, a flicker of movement at the edge of sight there. Nothing too obvious, just enough to nudge curiosity in the right direction. And then, at just the right moment, she had whispered. A simple phrase, drifting like wind against an unsuspecting ear. Just loud enough to be heard, just quiet enough to be doubted. "Come find me." Now, she hovered in the night air, eyes bright with the anticipation of a game well played. She didn’t have to turn around to know her plan had worked. The air carried subtle disturbances, the faintest shift in energy, the kind of presence that could be felt but not quite placed. Kaiden remained oblivious, too lost in his own thoughts to notice. Runa grinned. "Oh, Daddy, you’re gonna be real grumpy..."
The shadows stretched long beneath the moon, the lowlands quiet except for the whisper of wind through the mountain pass. And somewhere behind them, just out of sight, an unseen presence, or perhaps even two, moved through the night.
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