Iga no Sanchou

by Catchandelier

The older the clan, the crazier the amount of bullshit you can do. There were ninjas before the Sage, after all. A drabble-fic in twenty-five chapter arcs, thirteen arcs total. Hold on to your burn cream, kiddies. (We're going straight to hell!)

6. Blackboard

Kirara doesn't realize that she's smart. It's strange- she knows the most kanji out of all her sisters, and all of them can read quite well, but- Kirara's the one who can read the seals. The ones over their hearts, that is. They look like flames and bits of feather and cloud, like mountains burning from the inside.

Kirara is the one who starts thinking about how to make it so that Raiko can touch things without her gloves. Yayoi has the best handwriting; Raiko is the one who figures out that they'll need a place for all her… flares, to go.

Of all the Iga girls, Kirara is the one who cares the most about her family before she'll deign to care about anyone else.

There's a wall in their house, one that the perpetual genin don't see- it was made for them by their mother, painted black. A metal can full of white chalk sticks, and all of them together write and figure, figure and write. Mathematics. Science. Art.

A seal that is like, and not like, another, different seal- but if Raiko had a demon inside of her, there would be a great many people dead instead of merely singed.