Almost immediately, a flood of EMBARRASSMENT overwhelms Misaki’s entire body. Bright crimson blooms over her cheeks, standing out against the silver of her hair. Her fingers ball into nervous fists beneath the sleeves of her furisode. Not only is the man she was casually insulting the brother of the Kazekage -- isn’t that just her luck -- now the Kazekage himself is subtly berating her in a way that reminds her of her father.
Talk about the CALM BEFORE THE STORM.
And she’s sure as hell not sticking around for this man’s storm. Even with her abilities, she’s certain she’s nowhere near as powerful as any Kage.
❝ I’m -- I’m sorry, sir ... I apologize ... this -- this was a mistake.
Please, forgive me, and I’ll take my leave now and let you get
back to your work-- ❞
All that confidence and entitlement she had has melted away in an instant, revealing a very different person than the woman who walked into the room just a moment ago. Now she looks more like a frightened child who knows she’s going to punished than a high-status heiress who should know how to behave herself. Any words she had about that other man turn to ash in her mouth.
For whatever reason, she’s none too keen to turn her back on the Kazekage. Instead she takes a step back, fumbling for the door knob -- before the door opens by itself.
Or not, seeing as a man with hair that’s just as snow white as Misaki’s and bright blue eyes to match hers marches into the room and takes her by the wrist.
❝ MISAKI ! What on Earth do you think you are doing, young lady ?
And you two ! ❞
he barks at the women who are following behind him ; both with the same hair and eyes.
❝ W-we’re sorry, Uncle ! ❞
the shorter of the women stammers.
❝ She walked away and told us to stay where we were ! ❞
❝ She told us not to follow her and then she never came
back ! ❞
❝ ENOUGH, both of you ! ❞
the man snaps, quieting the two of them instantly. Then he turns his attention toward Gaara.
❝ You must be the Kazekage. I am Kazuo Namigata, and I
deeply apologize for my daughter’s childish behavior. She
is old enough to know how to act like a GUEST instead of a
PEST, but apparently she needs a revision of that lesson. ❞
Meanwhile, Misaki has her eyes pointing down, trying weakly to free her wrist. Aside from that, she’s standing still, utterly complacent, as if she thinks she deserves to be admonished and dragged out of here.
❝ F-Father, please, I’m sorry ... I already apologized ... I was just
leaving, I swear ... ❞