Post by steel_149 on May 1, 2008 11:42:30 GMT -5
The young girl looked down at the sight of the empty Academy bathed in pink light. Just yesterday, the academy students had been tested for their genin rank. Some had failed; most had passed even though some of the genin had made only two bunshins or three less than ideal ones. They'd still been passed. They'd run off, ecstatic in their accomplishment--of finally being genin--and not seen the sad, twisted smile that crossed their sensei's lips. She'd noticed, though. She'd been practicing her Aburame-ness as she waited for her turn. At first, it had confused her. Why be sad a student left? The sensei didn't like them that much. But having a family name of Shinjuiro had given her much time to observe, and she'd noticed the odd smile appear with every less than subpar accomplishment. She'd ignored the observation, though, in her excitement of having passed her own Genin exam. She was a genin now!
When she reached home, waving the Konoha headband, her parents had greeted her with the same sad smile though they'd tried to hide it under their cheer. They'd celebrated as appropriate of her accomplishment then she'd been tucked into bed, an unusual action of endearment on her mother's part. She had a hard time sleeping, a combination of excitement and curiosity waking her up just before sunrise. Knowing she'd never fall asleep again, she'd slipped into her normal gear and left the house, leaving a note on the table telling her parents not to worry.
Now, she was sitting atop the fence of the Shinobi Academy, looking down into the place she'd be leaving later today. The rising sun cast the entire area in a shade of soft red, softer than the blazing Sharingan she'd seen now and then in the eyes of the military police. The whole area had a melancholy feel to it, like smoke drifting through the air after its blaze had long been extinguished. The whole place reeked of loneliness, and here she was, sitting at its edge on a day that should be full of joy. But the memories of all the odd smiles, the sorrow that hid in every parent's eyes had awoken her in a contemplative mood. So, she sat here at the edge of sorrow, knowing just a few hours would bring something new.
When she reached home, waving the Konoha headband, her parents had greeted her with the same sad smile though they'd tried to hide it under their cheer. They'd celebrated as appropriate of her accomplishment then she'd been tucked into bed, an unusual action of endearment on her mother's part. She had a hard time sleeping, a combination of excitement and curiosity waking her up just before sunrise. Knowing she'd never fall asleep again, she'd slipped into her normal gear and left the house, leaving a note on the table telling her parents not to worry.
Now, she was sitting atop the fence of the Shinobi Academy, looking down into the place she'd be leaving later today. The rising sun cast the entire area in a shade of soft red, softer than the blazing Sharingan she'd seen now and then in the eyes of the military police. The whole area had a melancholy feel to it, like smoke drifting through the air after its blaze had long been extinguished. The whole place reeked of loneliness, and here she was, sitting at its edge on a day that should be full of joy. But the memories of all the odd smiles, the sorrow that hid in every parent's eyes had awoken her in a contemplative mood. So, she sat here at the edge of sorrow, knowing just a few hours would bring something new.
