Makita and I looked at each other and seemed to have similar thoughts.
“If we split up,” she started.
“We can find all our things before the rest of them,” I answered.
We both took half the list of things and proceeded on our own. I walked up to the second floor of the mansion reading the list to myself…
“A Sound village headband, a Mist village kunai knife, a pair of cat ears, a pumpkin, a Shukaku plushie?? And flower kimono??? Wait….what does this say??? Must be worn! What kind of list is this?” I asked to the silence of the room I was standing in.
I looked all over for these objects but could not find any in the twelve rooms I checked. Finally I decided that I was definitely missing something. I closed my eyes tight and found my chakra flow.
“Mimic Hinata Byakugan!” I said opening my eyes to view the surroundings like new.
Everything seemed to have chakra pathways within it! The mansion was alive! I looked every which way until I spotted something that did not have the chakra flow mixed with it. It was in the room directly in front of me.
I walked into the room and saw the outline of a headband sticking out of a bookcase that pulsed with the chakra. I walked over to it carefully keeping an eye on my surroundings incase an enemy was to approach, but from what I could tell, there was nothing that posed a treat.
I reached for the headband and pulled it out. Sure enough there was the symbol of the sound village. I had gotten my first item. Suddenly the book case seemed to come alive.
“Give that back!” it yelled in rage from a mouth I could not see. Books opened to become eyes and the entire bookshelf became an angry face glaring at me hatefully.
“Sorry,” I answered, “But finders keepers.”
The book case began to throw its books at me which turned out to be letter bombs.
“What kind of sick joke is this???” I asked angrily.
“Hehe you are weak! I will get that band back and be happy again!” the book case yelled throwing more paper bombs.
“Enough!” I yelled, “I am so not in the mood! Mimic Kakshi! Chidori!”
My hand shimmered blue, and I charged at the book-shelf. I tore through the shelf and shattered it to ash. My anger vanished in an instant at what I had done. My face returned to its placidness and I remained standing there with the headband in my hand looking into the ash.
“Still violent,” I smirked to myself, “Still violent and an out of control child…..I do so much to purge myself of that and yet here I am acting in pure aggression…”
I walked from the room and suddenly a pang ran though my neck. It hurt so bad I was sure I was going to faint right there and then. My hand went to the scar that had been left from so long ago. What was going on???
