At first Karen thought she got lost walking a beautiful path during a tour she had signed up for long ago. Being a department leader, whose vacations were difficult to get. However, one detour... one bad turn or who knows what happened made her end...
As I stated before, while I post chapters of the two main fics of the account, I will try to post other shorter ones. Probably oneshots or something like that. That is, if I find the inspiration to write between all my tasks in college.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It is frustrating, so say the least, what this woman feels sitting on the edge of a humble village that she visited with the help of a bitter guide. She sighs tiredly while massaging her dirty feet without the desire to speak or share part of her thoughts with who does not pay attention to her.
'What did I expect from this?' is what she asks herself without biting the bitterness that wells up her throat from such a fruitless trip that only brought her old traumas that she tries to bury in the depths of her conscience. It was not the best idea to pressure herself about it, but it was something that she knew she had to do.
Although with terrible results.
"Have you finished rest yet?" Her partner blurts out with his clumsy language... Even standing next to her, he looks at her from above with regular apathy.
Like the people of that town.
"Mmmm..." Karen does not deign to respond with anything coherent. She is bitter enough to make some witty comment about what little remains for her.
"Mph..." The man deigns with a decent chatter of his teeth to make signs and a smoke screen simply appears that despite the drama is not heard. She looks at him without impressing, as the humble features of her guide are supplanted by the imposing and intimidating Tobirama.
She doesn't ask, she simply tries to enter the forest with a limp.
"Where are you go?"
"To a far away place," she simplifies, being grateful that now for some reason he is not in his master tyrant of languages mode. She has no desire to pretend that she will do her part in this unfair exchange where she remembers that she is the kidnapped one.
One so well treated, compared to the statistics of her country, where disappearances mostly end up buried in a mountain or under a bridge.
'Fun!', she thinks sarcastically.
"Karen," he barks in a silent order to appear right in front of her covering her area.
"It's not like I could run away from you..." The woman frowns with a mood like hell. "There's no point in being in a village where the only thing I received were looks and a typical apathy."
"What did you expect, they are civilians," the man answers with a knowing tone as cold as it usually is and an absolute truth that answers all her questions, as if he knew that everyone is like that.
"That's not an answer."
"It is."
"Of course not. People are not as apathetic as this."
