Kumogakure- Village Hidden Within the Clouds. She had never felt more nervous. The sickening feeling rung deep within her head. One thought she refused to shake meticulously picked at her brain- she was further from home than she had ever been. All the lives that lived behind the great wall of the gates were not the same as when she had left. The ones she loved more than anything, possibly, were not those people anymore. She remembered being young and feeling alone, just before she met Natsu. That was solitude- this was isolation. And it was much worse.
Somewhere behind those walls, they lived, waiting for the day to see her again. Although their intentions towards her might not be as heartwarming. Hikari lived as matriarch to her clan, strong and as valiant as the day they had parted ways. Perhaps she still believed in Haruka. Of course she still did, but the cold Shima scoffed at the ideal dream of someone loving a traitor like her. If she saw Haruka in such a state today, what would she do? Probably punch her in the fucking face.
Masaru, for all she knew, had become something great and bitter. Just as she once was. She was to blame for that as well. He trusted her and she lied. Perhaps he still loved her too, but his anger would get the better of him. She knew her cousin too well. He was too smart to just trust her once again that easily. He'd never forgive her once he knew the truth. He was not as easy to deal with as Hikari. A punch in the face would be easier than dealing with his resentment.
Kioku was the same as she left him, she was sure of it. He knew exactly what she was from day one. Haruka had been a frightened and lost child to a great man like Kioku. But, she was child he had to leave behind in the dark. He couldn't save them all. Especially when they didn't want to be. He kept his promise. The ringing confidence deep within her would not crumble on that thought. He was the strongest man she had ever known, and he would be better to them than her.
Them...
They lived here now too. They were behind these grand walls and not miles away across the ocean. She wondered what they looked like? Who did they take after the most? Did they have their father's sweet blonde curls or maybe even his kind green eyes? Maybe they looked just like. She hoped they'd never be anything like her, for their sakes'. She had never uttered their names after giving them. Never did she hold them in her arms after handing them off to a stranger. Given to a kind man who promised to raise them as his own daughters. What did he tell them when they asked what had become of their mother?
She died.
It was true.
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Somewhere behind those walls, they lived, waiting for the day to see her again. Although their intentions towards her might not be as heartwarming. Hikari lived as matriarch to her clan, strong and as valiant as the day they had parted ways. Perhaps she still believed in Haruka. Of course she still did, but the cold Shima scoffed at the ideal dream of someone loving a traitor like her. If she saw Haruka in such a state today, what would she do? Probably punch her in the fucking face.
Masaru, for all she knew, had become something great and bitter. Just as she once was. She was to blame for that as well. He trusted her and she lied. Perhaps he still loved her too, but his anger would get the better of him. She knew her cousin too well. He was too smart to just trust her once again that easily. He'd never forgive her once he knew the truth. He was not as easy to deal with as Hikari. A punch in the face would be easier than dealing with his resentment.
Kioku was the same as she left him, she was sure of it. He knew exactly what she was from day one. Haruka had been a frightened and lost child to a great man like Kioku. But, she was child he had to leave behind in the dark. He couldn't save them all. Especially when they didn't want to be. He kept his promise. The ringing confidence deep within her would not crumble on that thought. He was the strongest man she had ever known, and he would be better to them than her.
Them...
They lived here now too. They were behind these grand walls and not miles away across the ocean. She wondered what they looked like? Who did they take after the most? Did they have their father's sweet blonde curls or maybe even his kind green eyes? Maybe they looked just like. She hoped they'd never be anything like her, for their sakes'. She had never uttered their names after giving them. Never did she hold them in her arms after handing them off to a stranger. Given to a kind man who promised to raise them as his own daughters. What did he tell them when they asked what had become of their mother?
She died.
It was true.
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