"How does it feel? Got no one on your side."
“It isn’t how it is really meant to be!”
Long had the incident of the hospital made echoes within the Village of the Sun, but they did not fade away. The events were still fresh in the minds of leaders of squads, doctors, nurses, and patients who had been within the area. A lot of eyes multiplied by ears would make countless mouths speak a virtually limitless number of words about the incident. Villagers would say names in no time and titles were tossed around as if arrows were fired to land where the blame would be placed on. The Moon Village would have a bird fly to their direction in no time with a script filled with contempt, duty, and expectation for them to take responsibility.
Outrage and concern would echo like woe around the Village of the Moon. Hesitant to take action, surely they had posed countless number of questions to the already infamous settlement of the rabbits that lived annexed. True to their words, for once, the clan insisted that they had nothing to speak of. Their visit to the Sun Village was as innocent as their smallest child. The investigations lasted only a few hours as no sign or hair showed that the shinobi in question was hostage, was controlled, or commanded. The headband, stricken with the kunai through the plate which was left in his wake, had told the story along with the damage to the hospital.
It was official: Usagi Hikari of the Clan of Rabbits had gone rogue in his actions.
Hands gestured with sweeps and thrusts of a finger. Some answered with wanting blood for the damage he had done and lives he endangered with his actions that were like an outburst of a child. Others wanted him captured and bound to speak his peace before judgment was given. All the same, it would be met with his life to expire. After all, there was no trust left to someone who smacked away generosity and spat on loyalty. The night afternoon skies would black with the bodies of the Anbu who were expelled from the village gates like a dark flame leaving the mouth of a ferocious dragon. Among them, mixed in, where certain squads of nin who had their own agenda.
They were worries of a single furry beast that was working as hard as she could, weaving a thread through torn flesh.
“Still little bunny, you should be!” Her canines would come as they would clip the threading. “Stitches take time! Time you barely have you see!” The colored apron of the female would take a spool of fresh threading that was sleek and shimmered among the moonlight. The blue shimmering orbs of the figure who was sitting with his back against the tree as a perch. The blanket of lilac hair that had been wildly and moist from his run would be a cushion while his hands would grip the blades of tall grass tightly he laid within.
“Mirah-sama,” He would break his silence. “I am-”
“You will speak no more!” A furious cry left her lips. Her small hands would move once again.
Nothing reached his ears after that cry as they were pumping with chakra lest it was the sound of sweeping furry hands that moved with unfettered fury. The needle swept through his skin like a sword would pierce, but did not rip. The stabs of precision were made regardless of her beating heart. He could not see the tenacious expression the Hare Hand was making as she stood by with fresh limestone and fetched water to sanitize and clean. Herbs fresh from the ravine were used to ward off infection and nothing but spirit and anger would guide her hands.
“A shinobi! A shinobi you said you would be!” She recounted, “Tell me this little rabbit: where in this dream did you see your family? As support or stepping stones? To bring honor or ruin? Funny way of showing things, you have! With eagerness, do you plan to take this blood bath together with us?!”
He gasped so suddenly hearing her words. The melody of the furry summon reaching his ears. “M-Mirah-sama! A-are you to say-”
“Place the blame on me, you shall not!” The woman would cry, “Whatever is the Usagi’s decision! We survive! You should know what that means! You tell me you do not?” It was as if the furry summon would look at a complete fool. Hikari reflected it within her eyes, and he needed none of his vision to realize it. After all, the Usagi were the same throughout history. They took care of themselves and the family stayed close. He knew this, but he did not know how deep family ran, especially when it meant cutting off their own to protect theirs.
“N-No!” Hikari’s voice was almost a silent hush.
“Your family is crossed!”
“No!” His eyes tense as he would whisper once more in a soft cry.
“The Usagi are conflicted!”
“I-I can’t!” He passively pleaded. He never knew how much he hated those words until now.
“Stop fretting! I have not finished!” Mirah’s cry would cause Hikari to bring from his whimper. His eyes that were on the verge of watering would soon clear. “Head from here! East you will! The perfect divide between the Sun and the Moon. In these wilds, what your family left you shall wait there! No more time shall be wasted! Anbu shall catch you if you do!”
Something left for him? It would wait there? Something that helped him survive? It was enough to cause a brisk smile to come across Hikari’s face! The Usagi family were not bound completely after all. Perhaps family members would help him? If they would not, why would they come out here? Risking their lives? He sniffled as he would stand once again. His hand went to his chest that had been bound with the last bandage after a skillful threading as if he was a doll upon being stitched.
“Mirah-sama! I-I thank you!” He would call, “Surely...we shall meet again when I reach my sister...or a mother. Whoever waits for me, yes?” The young rabbit that was nearby would not turn her body a bit. Her nostrils flaring as she would not say anymore.
“Be careful, young rabbit.” She would say, "I hear there is an eclipse tonight, too."
A puff of smoke would expel from where the hand once stood. Her small form vanishing in vapor leaving only the lilac haired boy within the dead of night within the wilderness. Not a sound came from around his immediate person which was perfect for the Anbu to move through. With himself minding the direction, east he would have to go, he knew that whatever was at the end of this path near the border had to be salvation. The Usagi were stubborn, but they valued their children. They would not abandon their own without some shred of hope.
“I cannot turn back now…”
Hikari’s gentle steps would begin to beat the wilderness ground. His pace sped up gradually as he would go into a full sprint which the Usagi Clan were well known for. Trees, bushes, and shrubbery would pass his body swiftly as if the world was speeding by him and he was leaving it behind. He was leaving everything behind for the sake of chasing a freedom that he did not even know existed or not.
“...I have made up my mind! All I have is family!”
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