There was something wrong. Ashita knew it the moment she returned home with her bag full of items.
There had been no one outside. No one inside. And there was that vague smell of blood, drifting in through the corridors. It was like someone had torn every last person from that forsaken Hellhole and crushed someone to death in the process. Like a poor little ant in between two fingers.
She went running into her father's room the very moment she smelled that scent. Her heart raced, and excited feet got to the entrance before the rest of her body, eyes, being second to last to arrive, next to her brain.
And there all over that dimly lit floor, were piles of dried blood that smelled like him, and lighting sears down into the walls.
Ashita sank onto the floor, stunned, and uncertain if this whole thing wasn't just some kind of terribly cruel mind trick. It looked so fucking real. It smelled real. Fuck, it even seemed more real than the sick fantasies inside her head, revolving around this very day.
The tears tasted like the most pure brand of twisted happiness as they rolled into her mouth from the corners of her eyes.
The feeling of his hateful eyes, glaring at everyone's defenseless backs, was gone. There was no more evidence of his life. The punch in the gut he caused, when you had the misfortune of entering this place, had dissipated. And that dumb prick Kabuto was nowhere to be found.
Ashita rushed to her room and dragged out her almost dowry. The whole chest was emptied into the largest backpack she had. Money, jewels, and all the make-up that girl had always desperately wanted to wear.
And the albino snake was removed from its habitat. The creature coiled up around Ashita's arm while the entire ensemble, the woman, the sack, and the serpent went heading to freedom.
As soon as light touched those blinded, tear filled eyes, the pet went back into the wild and Ashita ran as fast as she possibly fucking could.
There was no set destination. Nowhere to be. No one to run from. No more obligation. But Ashita didn't stop, because she might accidentally open her eyes and find herself inside that dour room, if those legs froze even an instant.
The last thought in her mind was Sasuke Uchiha.
And she owed him an enormous debt.