Why do you go?

First Kapi is ready * cheers * I hope you write me a lot of clerks * dog look put on * Well, before I scare you off with my gossip ... Have fun reading.

It was a gray, rainy autumn night in Kiri-Gakure. The wind rattled the shutters of the houses and the rain lashed the window panes. In a small house near the edge of the village, a red-haired girl sat on the window sill and stared into the stormy night. With her index finger she traced the path of the water droplets on the cool glass. Her face was flushed, little drops of sweat shimmered on her forehead. A dry cough escaped her sore throat. She wrapped the blanket she was wrapped in tighter around her. Her head throbbed and hurt. With a tortured sigh, she pressed her hot forehead against the cold window glass. Her warm breath fogged up the glass. The fire that burned in the fireplace cast flickering shadows on the girl's figure.Her red hair looked almost black in the dying light of the flame. There was nothing to be heard in the room except for the crackle of the fire and the girl's occasional cough. From outside the rain pelted against the window. The girl enjoyed the silence in the room. Her feverish, shining eyes stared out into the night. She was completely lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly the door into the room opened with a low squeak. A figure flitted into the room. The redhead on the windowsill didn't turn around. "Get out of Tiffany," she muttered in a hoarse voice. The younger one grinned gleefully. “Are you sick, sister?” She spat the last word into the room, like something particularly disgusting. She tossed her brown hair back in a graceful movement. "Dad said I should take you downstairs. He wants to tell you something. Oh, you won't like it!" Said Tiffany with a malicious voice. Then she slipped out of the room again. The redhead slowly slid off the window sill.What do you think her father was trying to tell her? She wrapped the covers tighter and shuffled out of the room. With one last dying crack, the fire went out.

Her father was sitting in a red armchair with his back to her when Ajima entered the room. "What's going on?" The redhead mumbled in a low voice. Her father turned around. “There you are at last! Why did it take so long?” “I'm sorry.” Ajima lowered her head humbly. A scowl crossed her face, but immediately disappeared. "I sold you to a slave trader. Tomorrow he will pick you up." Ajima stared at him with open mouth, as if she could not believe what she had just heard. "How..bite?" She finally stammered softly. Her brown eyes were wide. "You heard that right. You are a freak, a nothing. It is time you used your wretched life for something useful!" She still stared at him in disbelief. Then a shadow slipped across her face."You don't have the right to sell me to anyone! Mother has ..." "Your mother is dead! She was just such a bitch like you!" "Ma wasn't a bitch!" Without wanting to, Ajima had her father yelled at. Now he got up angrily. A hard slap in the face made her stagger back. She held her aching cheek with tears in her eyes. Blood oozed from between her fingers. She looked into her father's angry, hateful eyes. "Don't get cheeky, you little brat! Tiffany is much more talented than you!" Ajima slowly lowered her head. She had a terrible headache, as if her head was about to burst. An agonized cough escaped her throat. "I didn't ask to be like this," she whispered. She turned with tears in her eyes. A look from infinitely deep, sad eyes brushed her father. “I want you to understand me only once in your life.” Then she stepped slowly out of the living room. Tears ran down her cheeks.Halfway up, she met her sister Tiffany. She grinned happily at her and started to make a biting comment, but Ajima pushed past her without a word and entered her now pitch-dark room. Inside, she leaned against the door and slowly sank to the floor. Hot tears fell on her knees. "Mother, why did you leave me ...?"

After a while she got up slowly and tremblingly wiped the tears from her eyes. She just couldn't take it anymore. She could not! It was so hard to go on living like this. With hesitant steps she padded to the window and looked out into the pitch-dark, rainy night. To think better, she pressed her face against the glass again. And suddenly a daring plan ripened in her head. You wouldn't stay here! She would go away from the hated sister and the tyrannical father. Despite the illness, she got up and gathered all the things she might need for a longer trip.It wasn't much. A blanket, some kunai and shuriken, spare clothes and something to eat. Then she opened the window carefully and quietly. An ice-cold wind relentlessly lashed the rain on her face. Resolutely she braced herself against the wind and jumped quietly like a phantom outside into the night.

Her father, who wanted to take her downstairs two hours later to humiliate her further, found only an empty room and an open window ...

So that's it for now. I hope you liked it.
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