Whisper's mental talking.
Thoughts.
Talking.
Whispers in the Dark
—Prologue—
"Oh my God, don't look, Akira!" one of the Kunoichi said, shielding her younger brother's eyes.
A couple boys looked over and wrinkled their noses in disgust when they caught site of what the Kunoichi was talking about. The other Shinobi-in-training turned their heads back to their work as the object of the comments walked past. They didn't phase her—she had gone through worse.
"Who is she?" one girl asked, looking at her sparring partner.
"Her name's Kiya. She's from the Freak-Show clan." the boy said.
"That's not nice," she said.
"Not what I meant. Her last name's Kikei-Kyoshoku, meaning 'freak-show.' "
"Oh," she replied. "That's freaky."
"Yeah, but no one can call her Kiya. She's got issues, and she tells everyone that she goes by the name 'Whisper.' "
"That's creepy," the girl said, returning to her sparring match.
Meanwhile, 'Whisper' sat down at a table far from the rest of them. She was humming to herself in the highest volume she could, which was just above a whisper volume. She sung the lyrics in her head.
'What happened to you, You've played the victim for so long now in this game, What I thought was true, Is made of fiction and I'm following the same, But if I try to make sense of this mess I'm in, I'm not sure where I should begin, I'm fallin', I'm fallin', Now I'm in over my head, With something I said, Completely misread, I'm better off dead, And now I can see, How fake you can be, This hypocrisy is beginning to get to me,'
"Whisper," came a voice from behind. It was so familiar she didn't have to turn her white-haired head. Yukio, her distant cousin, sat down beside her. "They aren't bothering you, are they?" he asked, shooting a look at the sparring ninja.
Whisper looked at him clamly, answering him mentally. "No."
Yukio vaguely remembered telling his sister about Whisper's mental communication. "Whisper can't talk above a whisper," Yukio told his younger sister, Shiori. "She had an accident when she was a kid." He didn't dare tell her the truth.
"Are you alright?" he asked, distracting himself from his thoughts. "There hasn't been any...accidents...over the weekend, right?"
Whisper shook her silvery-white head. "No, Yukio, there hasn't been any 'accidents,' as you call them."
"Are you telling the truth? Because, I swear, if he does anything..." he said, threatening the life of her father.
"I have a bruise. Okay? Are you happy now, Yukio?" she snapped. She felt guilty, and apologized. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't snap at you, of all people."
"It's OK, Kii-chan," Yukio said, using her old childhood nickname.
Whisper surpressed a shiver. "At least he didn't say Kiya..." she thought.