Dancing on the High wire
Chapter I: The Runaway
Hotaru watched as her "family" laughed at something one or another said. They didn't seem to be paying much attention to anything but what they were talking about. Setsuna sipped at her tea and said something else in a whisper.
"Hotaru's asleep by now so it's okay to be a bit louder." Haruka asked. She glanced at the door where Hotaru hid.
"We should still be quiet. I don't want our baby to wake up and be cranky." Michiru said looking down into her tea. "You know how temperamental she can be when she's woken up. Just the other day she didn't speak to me because she got woken up for lunch."
"Hai." Setsuna nodded, "The girl is so fragile that she seems she'll break if doesn't get the sleep and nourishment she needs. We have to be careful with her."
'Why don't you just feed me out of a bottle.' Hotaru thought. She glared at them.
"I think, as of late, you've gotten to harsh with your training for her Haruka." Setsuna continued.
"Hotaru says I'm not hard enough." Haruka grumbled.
"But Hotaru's a child, she doesn't know how much she can handle." Michiru sighed, "We must teach her to know, that's our job. And if it means not letting her have her way, well......."
Hotaru's fingers dug so hard into her skin little drops of blood started to run down from her hand. She stood in the crack of the open door glaring daggers at her so-called parents. She was doing her hardest not to march into the living room and scream bloody murder at them.
'They treat me like I'm five, like I'm a baby. I don't want that. I want to grow up. I'm eighteen years old and legally they should have no control over me. But they keep me bound in a cradle like a newborn babe. I hate it!'
The girl whipped away from the door and hurried to her bedside table. Her hair swung wildly as she thrust open the door, quietly, and removed the items within; her henshin, some saved up money, and various other things.
Next she went to the dresser and took out three pairs of clothes. In the bathroom she grabbed her toiletries and a few other things, all of this she threw into a backpack along with the clothes and items from her draws.
Taking a hair band she tied her ebony hair into a braid. It reached to her waist with small tendrils falling out in wisps. Dressed only in her pj's scribbled a note at her desk.
Dear Outers,
You've been wonderful parents to me for the last seven years. But now I've no need for parents, I've need for a life. You treat me as if I'm baby. I'm not! I'm going to be an adult soon and I don't need your help any longer. It's been annoying me for way to long and it ends tonight. So with to my deepest pleasure, I'm running away. I'll miss you all and I do love you. I just don't want to grow up now.
So adieu, Hotaru
Hotaru sighed and took the notebook out of the dresser and a few pens. She placed these in her bag and left the note on he bed. With a sad smile she hurried to the open window. "Tonight the babying ends. Tonight I get out of here. Goodbye old life, hello to the new." With that she leaped from the window and onto the floor below. Like a cat she landed on her feet and just as silently. Taking a tentive step she slid past the window and started to run.
Chapter I: The Runaway
Hotaru watched as her "family" laughed at something one or another said. They didn't seem to be paying much attention to anything but what they were talking about. Setsuna sipped at her tea and said something else in a whisper.
"Hotaru's asleep by now so it's okay to be a bit louder." Haruka asked. She glanced at the door where Hotaru hid.
"We should still be quiet. I don't want our baby to wake up and be cranky." Michiru said looking down into her tea. "You know how temperamental she can be when she's woken up. Just the other day she didn't speak to me because she got woken up for lunch."
"Hai." Setsuna nodded, "The girl is so fragile that she seems she'll break if doesn't get the sleep and nourishment she needs. We have to be careful with her."
'Why don't you just feed me out of a bottle.' Hotaru thought. She glared at them.
"I think, as of late, you've gotten to harsh with your training for her Haruka." Setsuna continued.
"Hotaru says I'm not hard enough." Haruka grumbled.
"But Hotaru's a child, she doesn't know how much she can handle." Michiru sighed, "We must teach her to know, that's our job. And if it means not letting her have her way, well......."
Hotaru's fingers dug so hard into her skin little drops of blood started to run down from her hand. She stood in the crack of the open door glaring daggers at her so-called parents. She was doing her hardest not to march into the living room and scream bloody murder at them.
'They treat me like I'm five, like I'm a baby. I don't want that. I want to grow up. I'm eighteen years old and legally they should have no control over me. But they keep me bound in a cradle like a newborn babe. I hate it!'
The girl whipped away from the door and hurried to her bedside table. Her hair swung wildly as she thrust open the door, quietly, and removed the items within; her henshin, some saved up money, and various other things.
Next she went to the dresser and took out three pairs of clothes. In the bathroom she grabbed her toiletries and a few other things, all of this she threw into a backpack along with the clothes and items from her draws.
Taking a hair band she tied her ebony hair into a braid. It reached to her waist with small tendrils falling out in wisps. Dressed only in her pj's scribbled a note at her desk.
Dear Outers,
You've been wonderful parents to me for the last seven years. But now I've no need for parents, I've need for a life. You treat me as if I'm baby. I'm not! I'm going to be an adult soon and I don't need your help any longer. It's been annoying me for way to long and it ends tonight. So with to my deepest pleasure, I'm running away. I'll miss you all and I do love you. I just don't want to grow up now.
So adieu, Hotaru
Hotaru sighed and took the notebook out of the dresser and a few pens. She placed these in her bag and left the note on he bed. With a sad smile she hurried to the open window. "Tonight the babying ends. Tonight I get out of here. Goodbye old life, hello to the new." With that she leaped from the window and onto the floor below. Like a cat she landed on her feet and just as silently. Taking a tentive step she slid past the window and started to run.