Walking through the levels had always been a favorite pastime before Aika left the village so it made sense to her to try it out again. So much and so little had changed in the lower region, though being able to explore outside of the cave system was certainly nice. The cave-in had her a bit sad as it had demolished the place she once called her home. Memories came flooding through her mind in vivid detail, the curse of an eidetic memory. Before long, hysterical sobs tried to break their way out of her chest. Mother Suna save me. Since when did I become so emotional? she thought as a few tears escaped her control. Angry at herself, she wiped away the tears, clenched her teeth, and forced herself to not run as far and fast as possible.
"Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea," she sighed as she found herself coming to a stop in an alleyway not far from her once favorite bar. One drink couldn't hurt.<i></i> she thought as she wandered toward the place of business and finding it still open, though by the sign in the window, they wouldn't be at this location for long.
Taking a deep breath, she walked in and ordered a cheap sake. Perhaps not the best tasting beverage, but it would do. Money exchanged hands and the bartender set the small bottle of shouchu and a sake cup in front of her. A soft thank you was all she uttered before filling and draining the cup three times. The burn of alcohol was a welcome sensation for the young woman and it temporarily filled a piece of the void she felt. Dark thoughts started to creep into her mind and she scowled at the counter with a soft huff before taking another shot of sake. Maybe she should try to get to know some people again. Perhaps she could teach a medical lesson or two at the academy. Maybe she should see if she one of the new divisions interested her.
Maybe she should look into research and development more, especially into her chakra crystals. Before her travels, she knew what she wanted to do. Then again, that was also before finding out she was barren. That hadn't hurt as much as the time, but the more she saw little babies and pregnant women, the more it hurt to know she would never have a biological child. Sure, she could adopt, perhaps even from her old clan- maybe her half-sister would allow it?- though that was entirely doubtful. Aika shut her eyes and sighed heavily, staring back at her little bottle of shouchu.
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MFT; WC: 443
"Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea," she sighed as she found herself coming to a stop in an alleyway not far from her once favorite bar. One drink couldn't hurt.<i></i> she thought as she wandered toward the place of business and finding it still open, though by the sign in the window, they wouldn't be at this location for long.
Taking a deep breath, she walked in and ordered a cheap sake. Perhaps not the best tasting beverage, but it would do. Money exchanged hands and the bartender set the small bottle of shouchu and a sake cup in front of her. A soft thank you was all she uttered before filling and draining the cup three times. The burn of alcohol was a welcome sensation for the young woman and it temporarily filled a piece of the void she felt. Dark thoughts started to creep into her mind and she scowled at the counter with a soft huff before taking another shot of sake. Maybe she should try to get to know some people again. Perhaps she could teach a medical lesson or two at the academy. Maybe she should see if she one of the new divisions interested her.
Maybe she should look into research and development more, especially into her chakra crystals. Before her travels, she knew what she wanted to do. Then again, that was also before finding out she was barren. That hadn't hurt as much as the time, but the more she saw little babies and pregnant women, the more it hurt to know she would never have a biological child. Sure, she could adopt, perhaps even from her old clan- maybe her half-sister would allow it?- though that was entirely doubtful. Aika shut her eyes and sighed heavily, staring back at her little bottle of shouchu.
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MFT; WC: 443