Susukino District.The Dawn Bringer’s plaza was the heart of the district. The evening had brought a strong chill to Cloud, but the warmth of friendship, good company, and the shop lights lining the plaza made the place feel insulated against the chill in the air. There was a place on the plaza that had boasted of being a fine eatery with the mysterious cuisine of the Sand country. It was a casual restaurant that the regular folk could enjoy, and there were even a few shinobi whom had no doubt found a fondness for the food during their travels, but there was also Komora.
Komora hadn’t even really been paying attention to how she ended up at this place or even in the Dawn Bringer’s Plaza. Recently she had been doing performing with Honda Chou, a lot, and had naturally found herself holding the woman’s hand as she was dragged whichever way. Along the path she had somehow manage to slip free, and now she was alone and quite lost. The idea of a lost Komora was more frightening to the Mochizuki clan than to Komora herself. The world was a place of curiosity after all.
The hostess standing at the front door was a little confused when Komora first walked in. She wasn’t performing today, and thus minimal effort had been made by her family on her wardrobe. Today she was wearing a dirty white shirt that seemed several sizes too big for her and that hung off her shoulders. It was long enough that only the hem of her skirt could be seen. Her feet had a pair of wooden geta. Even for casual dress she looked more like she was ready to go to a slumber party. The nine year old entered and looked around at all of the strange people eating. The Hostess approached her, leaning forward a little bit so that she could face Komora a little bit better.
”Umm… Hello. What can I do for you?” Komora didn’t answer the woman. She just pointed over at a table that had several people already sitting down at it. They had already been served their food and seemed to be having a good time. Oh, is that your family? Okay go ahead then. The hostess told her. Komora hadn’t really been waiting for permission, but when she looked up at the hostess she realized that the woman wasn’t really understanding what she wanted, so she was done talking to her anyway.
She promptly walked up to the table of the family. All of them one by one fell silent and looked at her in confusion. Komora giggled at them, adding to their confusion. ”Look!” She pulled up her shirt and stuck a hand up into her shirt. When she withdrew she had a handful of kunai. ”Look what Komora can do!” Komora began to juggle the blades. The parents of the family began to look extremely nervous as they pulled their kids as far into the booth as possible. They gazed about wildly looking for a waiter to give them some assistance.
”Ex-cuse me!” Called out the maternal figure of the family. ”This girl seems lost - could you perhaps help her?” She asked. The waitress looked at Komora with a concerned look, knowing that it was her duty to help her customers she tried to approach the juggling girl.
”Miss? Where is your family?” She asked.
Komora’s frustration was that she often couldn’t understand what people were asking her even when it was something plain and simple. Komora had fallen quiet not sure what she should say. This is of course when the Waitress had decided to grab Komora’s arm. ”No!!” She shouted. With her arm limited a pair of knives clattered against the ground. One of the sharp blades dug knicked the side of her foot. ”No! You hurt Komora!” She huffed angrily. She probably looked threatening with a kunai in her hand as she turned slowly to face the waitress with a look of fury.
The waitress took a step back clearly intimidated by the knife wielding girl. ”You hurt her. Why would you hurt her...” She curled into a ball and began to sob.She clearly had the attention of the entire Restaurant.
Komora hadn’t even really been paying attention to how she ended up at this place or even in the Dawn Bringer’s Plaza. Recently she had been doing performing with Honda Chou, a lot, and had naturally found herself holding the woman’s hand as she was dragged whichever way. Along the path she had somehow manage to slip free, and now she was alone and quite lost. The idea of a lost Komora was more frightening to the Mochizuki clan than to Komora herself. The world was a place of curiosity after all.
The hostess standing at the front door was a little confused when Komora first walked in. She wasn’t performing today, and thus minimal effort had been made by her family on her wardrobe. Today she was wearing a dirty white shirt that seemed several sizes too big for her and that hung off her shoulders. It was long enough that only the hem of her skirt could be seen. Her feet had a pair of wooden geta. Even for casual dress she looked more like she was ready to go to a slumber party. The nine year old entered and looked around at all of the strange people eating. The Hostess approached her, leaning forward a little bit so that she could face Komora a little bit better.
”Umm… Hello. What can I do for you?” Komora didn’t answer the woman. She just pointed over at a table that had several people already sitting down at it. They had already been served their food and seemed to be having a good time. Oh, is that your family? Okay go ahead then. The hostess told her. Komora hadn’t really been waiting for permission, but when she looked up at the hostess she realized that the woman wasn’t really understanding what she wanted, so she was done talking to her anyway.
She promptly walked up to the table of the family. All of them one by one fell silent and looked at her in confusion. Komora giggled at them, adding to their confusion. ”Look!” She pulled up her shirt and stuck a hand up into her shirt. When she withdrew she had a handful of kunai. ”Look what Komora can do!” Komora began to juggle the blades. The parents of the family began to look extremely nervous as they pulled their kids as far into the booth as possible. They gazed about wildly looking for a waiter to give them some assistance.
”Ex-cuse me!” Called out the maternal figure of the family. ”This girl seems lost - could you perhaps help her?” She asked. The waitress looked at Komora with a concerned look, knowing that it was her duty to help her customers she tried to approach the juggling girl.
”Miss? Where is your family?” She asked.
Komora’s frustration was that she often couldn’t understand what people were asking her even when it was something plain and simple. Komora had fallen quiet not sure what she should say. This is of course when the Waitress had decided to grab Komora’s arm. ”No!!” She shouted. With her arm limited a pair of knives clattered against the ground. One of the sharp blades dug knicked the side of her foot. ”No! You hurt Komora!” She huffed angrily. She probably looked threatening with a kunai in her hand as she turned slowly to face the waitress with a look of fury.
The waitress took a step back clearly intimidated by the knife wielding girl. ”You hurt her. Why would you hurt her...” She curled into a ball and began to sob.She clearly had the attention of the entire Restaurant.