Where the hell were they? It didnāt feel like they were back home anymoreā¦ the foreign territory practically oozed out from every orifices around the old wood. This didnāt feel familiarā¦ And when something doesnāt feel familiar it tends to irk the young child to no end. Butā¦ why did she held herself off from asking? The answer is simple, she figured theyāll find out anyway and that these people wont tell them right off the batā¦
So, why bother trying and wasting energy to even react?
How she wished at times she cared enough to react. But nothing came from the child. Anger, fear, nothing but the blank mask that rivaled one of the silver haired men that came through the door, almost immediately her head slightly turned towards the sound to see the figure of a woman enter first. Truth be toldā¦ the woman really looked elegant, as if an old fairytale princess gone to life. She stared in silence, listening as they spoke but not even uttering a single word. While they spoke, she took the liberty to observe her surroundings.
The others were awake now, goodā¦ each one of their faces registered shock as if they hadnt expected to be kidnapped. Franklyā¦she didnāt either, all she did was quietly stay in her roomā¦ and yet, look where she is nowā¦ To her right she saw two of the girls. Ninna andā¦Shiori? At least thatās what she recalledā¦
The two she saw at her new school, though she never really talked to themā¦she knew Shiori was in her class. They were both the silent type and from what she could tellā¦ the girl didnāt have any friends either. So different thanā¦ no, she stopped her thoughts from dwelling into it. No sense into opening up old memories. Turning her head back to the door, two more entered. Twins from what she observed. One was so coldā¦ yet the other, was so bright. Total opposites, still she just watched, slinking back away from the crowd beforeā¦ one last person entered. This time a woman wearing an elegant kimono. The girl watched as the woman placed several trays of food for them. There were rice, some brown stuff she distinctively recalled named as natto, and the last was dried mackerel. She never really ate those foodsā¦
One reasonā¦her parents never allowed her, and the otherā¦sheās allergic to Natto. Not like anyone outside her home knew about that small little detail. She watched as the woman bowed, heavensā¦ dear mother would be weeping in shame if she didnāt show as much respect as the woman did. Soā¦ she silently moved before bowing politely as well. Still as silent as a mechanical doll she looked at them with her expressionless eyes before she sat back as she moved her sleeve a bit to make sure it was orderly. From that movement, several clinked echoed inside those sleeves from the several metal hidden within them unheard unless a person has a very sensitive line of hearing.