Why are you daft, Sayuri? You knew this would this happen..! chided her inner thoughts, the only voice to ring out in this seemingly endless darkness. It was always like this, whenever she blacked out from the usage of her Oni blood.. no dreams, no entertainment to whittle away with the eternity-consuming minutes. Just negative space. It was a peculiar experience, she was awake.. yet in slumber at the same time. Seeing, yet blind. Hearing, yet deaf. As you can imagine, with each passing second, one's agitation and yearning would only grow.. and Rin was no different.
What seemed like eons, the Ronin finally was clawing on the path back to light, to life. Slowly fluttering her eyelids open, the filtered sunlight abruptly jolting her head, a small groan was given. I don't remember this room.. or even getting here.. pondered her thoughts, puzzlement and confusion coloring them. Even the futon felt different.. in fact, when was the last time she rested in such luxury? A small frown painted it's way onto her lips as she gazed intently on the ceiling, even something so simple taking on an alien meaning. With another soft outward breath, the doll-esque girl gingerly propped her upper body on her elbows, regret instantly following the shift. Sharp bursts of pain sent daggers into her skull, black fanning dots blurring her vision. Immediately, the half-oni collapsed, soft padding recusing her head from the harsh flooring.
It was in that moment that Rin realized someone else was in the room, a rather familiar aura. Shifting her eggplant orbs to the side, she took in the stranger's back, a black haori casually tossed on the ground next to him. In his hands was a polished blade, one that looked hauntingly similar to the earlier strangers' Wait......it couldn't be.. Desperately trying to find her voice, several seconds passed before a clearing of a throat directed his attention towards her. Keeping an impassive gleam in her eyes, Rin finally spoke in that monotonic voice. "I'm guessing you brought me here.. where are we exactly? And how long have I been out?"
What seemed like eons, the Ronin finally was clawing on the path back to light, to life. Slowly fluttering her eyelids open, the filtered sunlight abruptly jolting her head, a small groan was given. I don't remember this room.. or even getting here.. pondered her thoughts, puzzlement and confusion coloring them. Even the futon felt different.. in fact, when was the last time she rested in such luxury? A small frown painted it's way onto her lips as she gazed intently on the ceiling, even something so simple taking on an alien meaning. With another soft outward breath, the doll-esque girl gingerly propped her upper body on her elbows, regret instantly following the shift. Sharp bursts of pain sent daggers into her skull, black fanning dots blurring her vision. Immediately, the half-oni collapsed, soft padding recusing her head from the harsh flooring.
It was in that moment that Rin realized someone else was in the room, a rather familiar aura. Shifting her eggplant orbs to the side, she took in the stranger's back, a black haori casually tossed on the ground next to him. In his hands was a polished blade, one that looked hauntingly similar to the earlier strangers' Wait......it couldn't be.. Desperately trying to find her voice, several seconds passed before a clearing of a throat directed his attention towards her. Keeping an impassive gleam in her eyes, Rin finally spoke in that monotonic voice. "I'm guessing you brought me here.. where are we exactly? And how long have I been out?"