Distant Foreign Shores

by Evanelle

In that life she used to imagine herself being cast back in time, not reborn into a fictional world. And never one where someone like her had already begun to influence things, change them. A story told in snippets (Kirigakure AU) (Canon Divergence) (Reincarnated OC- Insert Yagura) (Female OC-Insert) (Haku)(Suigetsu)(Kimimaro)

7. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Apparently she has earned the founding families respect.

Her marks, in the above average category in all but one subject.

"You should accept the other children's invitations, Tsuru-chan," Isano says, rifling through the growing stack of scrolls on the counter.

She shakes her head. "I have other things to do."

"Then invite a few of them over to join you. It is important to make allies in the great families."

"Father wants me to avoid them."

"Father also forgets the importance of connections in his old age."

0o0o0

Tsuru feels ridiculous standing amongst them, when she's tried so hard to avoid interacting with children. Well, outside of helping with schoolwork.

So she goes for honestly. "I'm not sure if you are being forced to befriend me, or not."

They wince, and she barely manages to conceal her own. "I'm-"

"You think we want to hang out with a baby?" one of the Yuki ask, Marise she remembers. The boy looking down at her, and Tsuru has flashbacks of children sitting on top of jungle gyms and monkey bars. "We only talk to you, because of who your brother is."

A few of the others nod.

It should hurt, the rejection. Tsuru knows they're expecting it, but she can't help but feel relief.

And it shows.

"Oh good! That makes things so much easier," Tsuru comments, the corners of her eyes crinkling. Probably the first real smile they've seen.

She turns on her heel without prompting, planning to return to her seat and then recalls her manners. Glancing over her shoulder she calls, "please thank your parents for their consideration."

0o0o0

Hōzuki Mangetsu is surprised to see the Lord Fourth's gray head lowered on his arms, muffled laughter erupting from him. His younger sister seated across from him. Her cheeks tinged pink.

She turns to him as he approaches.

A small sandle is pressed into his palm. "Hōzuki-san. That's not considered a weapon, right?"

"No," he replies, listening to the other mans laughter grow louder. He then pauses. "Why?"

She points.

"Cause I'm going to throw it at him!"

a/n I hope you are enjoying the story. What do you like about it?