Everyone around her screamed their hopes, their dreams, and their resolve to stop the three. But she heard none of it. Only a static wave in her ear, drowned by the thumping of her heart in her head. Her eyes rested on Hoshikata's back. It was as if she lost all time, the world melted away, and all became a hazy gray as she stared at the one she called Sol. The one she called Liar. The one she called Love. She had done wrong by the village today, Haruka knew this, but she also knew how to right it. Not fully, no she could never turn back to goodness now. She couldn't let someone like him take control of the village, just as she couldn't let someone like Shin hold the hearts of the people.
“Ai!” As her voice broke the barrier of silence in her world, the surrounding action became an explosion of noise and chaos. The Shima signaled towards the former Kirigakurian as she ready at jutsu towards him. She wished to purged the heat from Hoshikata, as ice thickened his veins, but he was much quicker. Turning towards them with a gaze of disbelief that she refused to face just yet. Her mind grew calm for an unexplainable reason. As if everything happened at a slowed pace for her to understand. It hid away the fear and hatred she felt for herself.
A promise was a promise. She swore an oath many years ago to Hoshikata. Harm any Kumogakurians, and he would face death by her hands. She was a monster. There was no covering that up. The distinct whiz of Ai's arrows sailed past her and sunk deep into the man. He deseperately kept going, struggling to pull them into his jutsu.
Her cold brown eyes finally looked up, searching his face for his hate, his sorrow, and pain. She couldn't move, but she could neither speak. But as Ai fired another shot, the bind fell around Haruka freeing her from this morbid immobilization. With a dull thud, Hoshikata dropped to his knees, consciousness draining from his eyes.
She wanted to run to him. To hold him in his last moments, but that was probably an insult. She'd let him hate her. Let his memory scorn her for the rest of her existence. Who was the Liar now? She wasn't fast enough in blinking back the tears that stung her face. Those stinging tears of crystal ice, shaped like the necklace that hung around her neck. The necklace that would remind her of her sins. The chain around her neck would always remind her of the weight of burden.
“Kill Ejji, Ai. And you...” She turned towards the Raikage. “Its time this ended.”
Laughter swims in her mind. Memories of the past turning in her head. She attack mechanically, stuck on the images that conjure in these moments. The ballet of death spins on as if she is pulled by strings to remember the movement of her attacks. Part of her is still standing over Hoshikata as he falls to the ground. The part of her that catches him in time to rest him on the ground. Blood soaking her clothing as she caresses his face. Her tears spilling over him as the light dies from his eyes. The part of Haruka that might have saved him or whispered that she loved him. But that part was gone from the one who turned her rage towards Shin.
I trusted you loved me, Hoshikata...but you can't trust me.
[MFT.594]
“Ai!” As her voice broke the barrier of silence in her world, the surrounding action became an explosion of noise and chaos. The Shima signaled towards the former Kirigakurian as she ready at jutsu towards him. She wished to purged the heat from Hoshikata, as ice thickened his veins, but he was much quicker. Turning towards them with a gaze of disbelief that she refused to face just yet. Her mind grew calm for an unexplainable reason. As if everything happened at a slowed pace for her to understand. It hid away the fear and hatred she felt for herself.
A promise was a promise. She swore an oath many years ago to Hoshikata. Harm any Kumogakurians, and he would face death by her hands. She was a monster. There was no covering that up. The distinct whiz of Ai's arrows sailed past her and sunk deep into the man. He deseperately kept going, struggling to pull them into his jutsu.
Her cold brown eyes finally looked up, searching his face for his hate, his sorrow, and pain. She couldn't move, but she could neither speak. But as Ai fired another shot, the bind fell around Haruka freeing her from this morbid immobilization. With a dull thud, Hoshikata dropped to his knees, consciousness draining from his eyes.
She wanted to run to him. To hold him in his last moments, but that was probably an insult. She'd let him hate her. Let his memory scorn her for the rest of her existence. Who was the Liar now? She wasn't fast enough in blinking back the tears that stung her face. Those stinging tears of crystal ice, shaped like the necklace that hung around her neck. The necklace that would remind her of her sins. The chain around her neck would always remind her of the weight of burden.
“Kill Ejji, Ai. And you...” She turned towards the Raikage. “Its time this ended.”
Laughter swims in her mind. Memories of the past turning in her head. She attack mechanically, stuck on the images that conjure in these moments. The ballet of death spins on as if she is pulled by strings to remember the movement of her attacks. Part of her is still standing over Hoshikata as he falls to the ground. The part of her that catches him in time to rest him on the ground. Blood soaking her clothing as she caresses his face. Her tears spilling over him as the light dies from his eyes. The part of Haruka that might have saved him or whispered that she loved him. But that part was gone from the one who turned her rage towards Shin.
I trusted you loved me, Hoshikata...but you can't trust me.
[MFT.594]
Silence, silence was all that came from him as he sat there, tapping his finger on the arm rest of the chair impatiently. His mind was racing as he witnessed the death of his kage. Or 'his' was a very vague term to use as he never saw it as such himself. He believed all to be serving under the village in it's entirety one ruler is never enough. There will always be those unhappy with rulers above them. Silently his white eyes scanned across the room as the one who had instigated the affair was stabbed in the back by his companions. There were accusations spoken against him. But he simply stared with a disgruntled, gloomy look upon his face. He didn't even acknowledge everyone in the room, not even Eiji speaking up about his inactivity in the protection of the Raikage. But what he failed to comprehend, or at least what he wanted to say.. Was that the Harvesters stand, support and work for the village. Not the Raikage. A new Raikage will be chosen and the next one would be at least as bright as Shin was while he didn't interfere with his work.