by Hopeflower » Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:14 pm
A twelve-year-old Yoruichi skidded to a halt, sending grit flying from under her sandals. She was late, very late. She just hoped she'd get home before.... The sound of a car door slamming shut and loud, drunken swearing made her flinch and press herself into the nearest shadow. "Damn," she cursed quietly to herself. Cautiously, she turned her head slightly, to see if he'd spotted her. Her eyes widened as she saw the state he was in. She put a hand to her mouth to stop herself from gasping. Blood covered his white shirt, though there were no visible injuries on the man. The child let out a quiet whimper. There was no avoiding the truth now. Her father was a madman. "Yoruichi!" the man bellowed, staggering to the front porch of the house and collapsing against the railing. "Where are you, you miserable wretch?!" Yoruichi pressed herself flat against the wall behind her, trying to hide herself. If he finds me, I'm dead! she thought, her unusual red eyes widening, her catlike pupils retracting to slits of fear. In the waking world, Yoruichi shifted slightly, her fists clenching. She'd barely dozed off, and yet now she was trapped in the depths of a nightmare. And, despite her bravest efforts, she couldn't wake up. "YORUICHI! Get your *** out here. If I have to drag you out of wherever you're hiding, I'll snap your neck in a thousand places!" Yoruichi flinched and stepped forward. "Y-yes, dad?" she asked in a small voice. She stepped closer to him, fearing she'd be hit again. "C'mere. I got somethin for ya." She walked forward and bent over, to hear him better, for he was speaking in low tones. A moment later, his fist cracked into her jaw, and she was sent staggering, little white stars exploding in front of her vision. She rubbed her sore jaw, backing away from her angered father. "You were late!" he shouted. "I didn't mean to be!" she shouted back. "Some things came up and I--" "SILENCE! You are not to eat for two weeks, is that clear?" the man snarled, his bloodshot eyes fixing on the young girl. "I'm sorry!" she screamed, turning and running away, away from her house and her family. She'd spend the night somewhere else and be back in the morning. And maybe she'd be able to sneak something to eat from a neighboring store or one of the people who lived close by.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown