Reevaulation [continued]

[Sanageyama Masaoko]

“Yes, ma’am.” Haruka solemnly nodded, her eyes sweeping across the floor as she tried to contain the twisting sickness in her stomach. She was without power, without a bargaining chip to do anything more than their bidding. She could not save Ai. Another soul she’d watch drown in the rippling effects of her love. She was no champion of the people. Why couldn’t she just grasp that concept yet? Everytime Haruka dared to stand against injustice or fight for her beliefs, she was punished by the gods.

As her eyes stuck to the floor, she thought of falling through. Downwards into the realm below. Through the madness and darkness of hell where demons lay in wait. Where the most treacherous and tormenting undoings that she dared not dream of happened. All her life she thought of the underworld as a cruel place. She worked hard to make sure the gods never see her fit to be casted there. But nothing teared through with blind madness and sorrow as this life had. The horrors of hell could not hurt her for this life had finally took what was left of her intergrity.

When she left this place, Haruka knew she’d no longer claim right as a protector of justice and a warrior for her village. No one would ever believe her side of the story if they discovered the truth. No one was safe in her alliance. The Shima knew she must live alone forever to protect those she cared for. But how long could she last before she broke her solitude again?

She bowed to the council as they dismissed them. Her heart sunk as she gazed upon Ai once last time. She wouldn’t plead for his forgiveness. What an insult if she did. Instead, her hard gaze returned as her hand rested on his arm, escorting him towards the cage they would keep him because of her selfish choices.

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[Morishige]

Ai stopped using his eyes and just left his ears open to these discussions. He hated being thought of as a child; he hated being seen as a small boy whom wouldn't hurt a fly. An audible sigh could be heard from him.

The young man looked up to Kioku when he spoke those words. Words that meant his testimony was putting others to death. Ai stared at his golden eyes. It seemed that he had issues with some of what needed to happen, but even Ai knew that it was a necessary evil.

As he continued speaking, Ai's constant smile finally returned for just a moment. "Broke under pressure?" he said. A low lengthy chuckle soon followed before he finally grew silent once again. "You assume much."

A warning would follow from the hag. Ai rolled his eyes. Threats from a women like her didn't scare him, if it was a threat.

In the end, he would be taken to the Underprison. A place where there were no guards, no cells. Just a new society of lawlessness in a chakra-less cavern. His new home. "Could be worse..." he thought.

The rest of the meeting was his cousin and Keiji bending to the will of people who were simply a back up plan. But Ai understood why it was happening. He wasn't dumb. He just hoped that his place in the prison wasn't going to be a chain around Haruka's neck. Should that be the case... He knew of one way to free her from those shackles, and it would even fit into the story that had made up for him. "Distressed young shinobi found dead by suicide." he thought to himself. Another small chuckle.

It was time to go home...

She approached and took his arm. It was her duty to do this. And he wouldn't make it any harder than it needed to be.

His usual joyful look seemed to fade away. Replaced by a stoic expression, one that dared not betray his true feelings... He had much to think on and the rest of his life to replay the scenes over and over in his mind.

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