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(@saisbrothershin) “When captured birds grow wiser, they try to open the cage with their beaks. They don’t give up, because they want to fly again.”
He looks down at his feet and he bites his lower lip, “I don’t want to give up either like those birds but... what if this bird allowed himself to be captured for the sake of the other birds to keep their freedom? And what if this bird... has no chance of ever being free again? Never to see his flock or his “parent” ever again.”
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“You.” The girl who held out her leg to trip the gray-haired boy freezes in place because she knows she’s being singled out by the head of the program. When she finally works up the nerve, she salutes at attention, but she’s trembling like a leaf in the wind. “You realize bullying isn’t tolerated among the students, yes?”
“H-hai…”
“Yet you chose to do it anyway?”
She turned the color of sour milk, knees locking together. “I was just–”
Danzo pointed his cane toward the infirmary. “The doctors have something to give you. Don’t leave the infirmary until you drink it all.” She’d probably dehydrate as a result and there was a risk of death, but that child was expendable. And if she was going to haze and harass others, then she had no place here. Or anywhere.
But at least she obeyed her authority figures and did as commanded. Danzo sighs in annoyance. Children…they were so irksome. ‘Thank the gods I never had any of my own.’
“You did nothing to stand up for yourself,” he told the other boy. “Was this the first time?”
From the floor, he watched the whole thing in surprise and he looked at the girl who was guilty of tripping him leave to the infirmary. He clenched onto his papers on his chest which were now wrinkled and bent, the book markers inside the books are now on the floor as well.
He tried to gather them up quickly and he looked up at Lord Danzo from the floor and he lowers his eyes sadly, “I- I didn’t even know I was tripped until you pointed it out and called her out on it. And… no, this isn’t the first time this happened. Not with her, but with a small few others. But I often just ignore it and don’t do anything, my studies are more important after all. I still don’t know why she would do that, I haven’t done anything to her. Why is she going to the infirmary? Is she sick with some illness?”
He didn’t want to be a snitch and tell on them because he felt that otherwise, no one will want to be near him or help him out if he did so. He had never ever experienced bullying since Mother had never tolerated bullying at the orphanage and everyone was real nice to him.
In other words, Kabuto had no idea what to do if he was bullied.
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“You’ll be sharing this bunk with another child, yes,” Danzo admitted. It would come as no surprise that if Kabuto got along with the boy (and he probably would, considering this child had been in the program since he was two years old and never instigated any fights), that would be his final opponent for graduation.
“He’ll be arriving in another half hour. I sent him on a mission with six others, but you’ll meet him soon enough.” It was a rather spartan room: no personal effects, no decorations: just a large overhead window that showed the night sky.
Kabuto looked around at the room and was disappointed as the room was lacking of the bright vibrant colors of drawn pictures, carpets, dolls, toys, and soft pillows just like how a children’s bedroom would look.To him, it looked like a empty storage room that has yet to be decorated. He noticed the dull looking beds and wondered if which one would he sleep in. It was rather strange that the beds were small and fit for one person while back at the orphanage, he had to share the beds with another kid. Especially with Urushi. But at least he had a window to the outside world and he won’t be sleeping alone in a way.
“How do I know which bed is mine? And where’s the clock? How would I know if I need to wake up early in the morning or when to sleep at night?” He looked up at the elder as he steps into the room to look around some more. His eyes squint as they start to adjust to the room’s dull color.
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He observed the boy for a long moment. “You’ve been there before. You need to work on your memory.” It was a murmur, and he shook his head, turning and heading off the correct direction. “This way.”
He looked down at his feet in shame and he holds his hands behind his back, “I know that I need to remember the room, but there are just so many rooms here that I can’t tell the difference between all of them.”
With the elder heading to the other direction, Kabuto picks up his head and pushes up his glasses, “O-Of course! Lord Danzo!”
He slightly hastens his pace so that he could to keep up with the elder.
