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For the first time ever, I took one step down the very street my father forbade me of. It was the first time I felt anything different to grass; the ground was cold and hard, but it was pleasant. It was nice to experience something I had not before. I was use to the secluded area around my home where there was nothing but grass under my feet, but in one way or another, I was tired of the routine I had grown accustom to. I could see everything around my home. I knew the land inside and out. The one thing that I knew best was that there were sixty-nine steps from the front of my household, to the main street where I wasn't allowed to go. Every Monday, I would leave my house at noon and pace sixty-nine steps until I barely felt where the grass stopped, and the street began. Then I would wait for someone to come and hand me a bag. The person always said the same thing every week.

"Necessities from the Hokage, Ma'am."

I had always wanted to meet the Hokage, yet I wasn't allowed to go out on my own. Daddy's orders; but daddy wasn't here. He hadn't been here for a long time, and I was still scared. Scared, that if I stepped foot out of the comfort zone that my father made for me, that he would come and scold me for the next eternity. He made it clear that he was serious about me respecting his orders, and I did. Daddy also made it clear that he wasn't coming back, it was time for me to make my own rules. The first thing I needed to do was find the Hokage.

I took my second step. Then my third and fourth. I soon found out that I was unconsciously pacing myself as I ventured along the road. As small smile graced my lips. I hadn't had to pace myself since I first lost my sight and had to learn where everything was again. I'm learning again. But I was not learning the right way. I had to be aware of my surroundings, and just walking out in to the open was going to be the death of me. I'm sure of it.

Ten…nine…eight…seven….

I cautiously stepped back, while focusing my hearing to just behind me for the moment. When I got to one, I relaxed and took a deep breath. I stepped back again and felt grass under my toes. Good, I'm on the right track. I then stepped forward and listened. There wasn't much noise I guess, since it is early in the morning, but I did hear a few whispers. I couldn't comprehend them, so I disregarded them for the moment. I heard chimes ringing in the air and a soft hum of music playing not too far away. The birds in the sky would chirp every few seconds, and a slight wind would pass by my face every time I looked up. I saw nothing. It had been that way for five years. My vision was never good according to my dad, but it was enough to where I could see color pretty well and I couldn't get enough of it. Before I lost my sight, my dad would always tell me to remember the basics. The grass was green, the sky was blue, and water was clear, unless in a body of water. He also said if I didn't know the color of something, then I should put a color to it. Sight was everything to my dad. He and my mother thought it would be nice to call me Karā, which loosely meant color. I think they knew I would go blind, so by naming me Karā, I would always remember what it's like to see colors. It worked too. I remember everything I saw when I was younger, but it wasn't much. So, everything I see from now on will be based off of my imagination alone.

After deciding that I had been standing in the same place for too long, I began to walk. This time though, I listened to my surroundings as well. It was kind of difficult to avoid people walking down the road because I was smack dab in the middle it. A few people had bumped into me by mistake, but I had kept my pace in the middle of the road. The more I walked, the more ways I found out how to avoid the people. For some, I would stop and let them pass by me, and when close to others, I would take a step to the side before stepping back to the middle. I even had to swivel around a child that almost ran into me…twice. After that I had to stop and refer back to my pace.

159…160…161…162…

I then heard someone whisper, "No, you can't play with her, she's blind. She'll just be a nuisance to you hone-"

I assumed she was an old woman as I stared in her direction. She gasped and briskly walked away, her child in tow. My eyebrow shot up as I continued to stare in that direction. Her footsteps were small heavy…maybe she was short and stout. Heavy feet, but short legs. Her child was the same, though the child's footsteps were longer. They had also smelt funny. I shook my head and continued to walk without knowing much of where I was going. I heard more whispers along the way, but I didn't pay attention to them. I kept my head high and stared out into nothingness.

612…613…614…615…

"Hey You!"

I slowly looked from the ground to the place straight ahead of me and waited for a second. I didn't know if this boy was talking to me or not. His voice was scratchy, but light and very loud. I then pointed to myself. Since he was still there he had to be talking about me.

"Yeah you, do me a favor and hold this for me!"

A pale of some sorts was thrust into my hand while footsteps scurried away. I felt around the object to find out that it was bucket with some sort of liquid inside it. It had a very strong odor and was very sticky to touch. There was also some sort of wooden object in the bucket, but I didn't pull it out. I imagined the liquid to be dark in color to go with the strong scent of it. I remembered that wood can be all types of colors related to brown, but this object had a sculpted shape, so it came from the inside, which was a tannish color. The bucket could be any color, so I imagined it to be black, the same color as the paint.

Before I could take another step, my arms were grabbed, and my feet left the ground. I couldn't find the words to speak as I practically flew through the air. To say I was scared was an understatement. What if I fell, what if this person threw me! I began to claw at the arms that were around me with my free hand, my heart beating 100 miles per hour. The arms tightened around me, constricting the air flow to my lungs. He's going to kill me! Oh kami, why had I not stayed away from here? My hand tightened around something as I struggled to breathe. Wind blew across my face, but I could not breathe it in. It was too dry.

The bucket! Yes.

I lifted swung my hand above my head as hard as I could. I sucked in a long breath as the bucket hit its target. The hands around me release to my joy, but I began to fall to my demise…fast. My scream was caught in my throat as I was speeding toward the ground. I closed my eyes ready for death…

"You can open your eyes little one."

What?

I opened my eyes knowing I could not see. The voice was unfamiliar, I thought it was the person who kidnapped me, so I cocked my fist back and I slapped him, hard.

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