Control. An essence of her life always out of bounds locked away by each and every one around her. Recently she had a lot of time to herself, to do what she liked, to be her own self. And still... her options were so limited. All she did was study day and night, learning as much as she could for when the time was right, her butler tirelessly reading page after page for hours on end. The moment it began to feel like another routine was when her somewhat peaceful life really began to crack her mind. The only thing that really and truly remained perfectly the same was her soft playing of her Biwa, her tranquil plucks soothing any sort of doubt that what she was doing wasn't correct. A pluck. That everything she would do would amount to something. A pluck. Her life was hers to decide. A pluck.
It was hers. There was only silence as the blood began to bubble before a miniscule amount would leak from a thin slice on the base of her thumb. The bachi fell straight to the ground as her fingers quivered in sheer disbelief, slowly creeping towards her other hand as the sensation sent her nervous system in to a worried spiral. Applying pressure to the wound, which was slightly worse than a papercut, the tiny amount of crimson splattered across her fragile fingertips. Bringing her hand to a cold source of water, gushing lightly from the kitchen sink she had no reaction to the actual pain which she caused upon herself. She had missed. Not once in her life had she ever made a mistake on that Biwa it was hers gift, it was who she was. Everything she had ever done was thanks to the young Hashigaki's beloved biwa, it was there her whole life. From the very beginning. Given to her.
An erratic dash back to her instrument an integral part of everything she had been until this point, desperately clutching her crutch her mind went black. Darkness had consumed everything around her as she was left to fall to her knees, her hands submerged in murky liquid which had a retched lumpy texture upon touch. Screaming wasn't even an option as her voice was muffled, left to fall deep in to the ocean of shade. In a first and final attempt as her legs would be consumed by the void she'd claw and scratch the surface only causing ripples to ring out. To her she was forced to silently watch as her body and neck would be sucked in her eyesight being the last thing to lose. Empty and devoid of any source of life, her mind had finally seized the moment to truly lock her in to her own destiny.
Awakening in the worried clutches of Remiko immediately Sumika's hands practically moved like clock, a genjutsu hindering ones perception easily taking captive of her butlers mind, as she stealthy slipped from her comforting embrace. To face the woman who she had no recollection of, her hair brown and fluffed, green caring eyes, and a worried expression which would linger as the two stared at each other. In what felt like an eternity the young Ryuu spun round in shock, everything sounded so much more quiet, yet the world had lit up. Her ears almost sharp with how perky they were, the brightness practically blinded her for a second time as she slowly made her way to what she could only assume to be her Biwa by it's size and shape. Deactivating the jutsu which she had used to keep hold over Remiko's mind she instead forced her to undergo a new one causing everything around her to look as it was a deep black. "S-Sumika?! Where did you go?!" It was clear she was frightened yet still held worry over her responsibilities of taking care of the newest clan member.
Whilst she had kept Remiko busy Sumika would loom over her prized possession, blue veins being apparent across her arms and underneath her scalp. Both hidden away by her hair and clothing. Her hand stretched out in front of her companion which she had once carried everywhere she went. The love of her life, her soul her passion all in one. "I hate you." A slice of pressurized wind taken form exuded from her palm cutting the instrument cleanly in to two, yet another would slice it as she would continue to chant and shout, it wouldn't end until the Biwa was finally torn to shreds irreparable left to the unfortunate Butler to clean as the troublemaker stormed out in a fit.
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It was hers. There was only silence as the blood began to bubble before a miniscule amount would leak from a thin slice on the base of her thumb. The bachi fell straight to the ground as her fingers quivered in sheer disbelief, slowly creeping towards her other hand as the sensation sent her nervous system in to a worried spiral. Applying pressure to the wound, which was slightly worse than a papercut, the tiny amount of crimson splattered across her fragile fingertips. Bringing her hand to a cold source of water, gushing lightly from the kitchen sink she had no reaction to the actual pain which she caused upon herself. She had missed. Not once in her life had she ever made a mistake on that Biwa it was hers gift, it was who she was. Everything she had ever done was thanks to the young Hashigaki's beloved biwa, it was there her whole life. From the very beginning. Given to her.
An erratic dash back to her instrument an integral part of everything she had been until this point, desperately clutching her crutch her mind went black. Darkness had consumed everything around her as she was left to fall to her knees, her hands submerged in murky liquid which had a retched lumpy texture upon touch. Screaming wasn't even an option as her voice was muffled, left to fall deep in to the ocean of shade. In a first and final attempt as her legs would be consumed by the void she'd claw and scratch the surface only causing ripples to ring out. To her she was forced to silently watch as her body and neck would be sucked in her eyesight being the last thing to lose. Empty and devoid of any source of life, her mind had finally seized the moment to truly lock her in to her own destiny.
Awakening in the worried clutches of Remiko immediately Sumika's hands practically moved like clock, a genjutsu hindering ones perception easily taking captive of her butlers mind, as she stealthy slipped from her comforting embrace. To face the woman who she had no recollection of, her hair brown and fluffed, green caring eyes, and a worried expression which would linger as the two stared at each other. In what felt like an eternity the young Ryuu spun round in shock, everything sounded so much more quiet, yet the world had lit up. Her ears almost sharp with how perky they were, the brightness practically blinded her for a second time as she slowly made her way to what she could only assume to be her Biwa by it's size and shape. Deactivating the jutsu which she had used to keep hold over Remiko's mind she instead forced her to undergo a new one causing everything around her to look as it was a deep black. "S-Sumika?! Where did you go?!" It was clear she was frightened yet still held worry over her responsibilities of taking care of the newest clan member.
Whilst she had kept Remiko busy Sumika would loom over her prized possession, blue veins being apparent across her arms and underneath her scalp. Both hidden away by her hair and clothing. Her hand stretched out in front of her companion which she had once carried everywhere she went. The love of her life, her soul her passion all in one. "I hate you." A slice of pressurized wind taken form exuded from her palm cutting the instrument cleanly in to two, yet another would slice it as she would continue to chant and shout, it wouldn't end until the Biwa was finally torn to shreds irreparable left to the unfortunate Butler to clean as the troublemaker stormed out in a fit.
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