Eight
Miku once again found herself the only one eager for Hachiro's arrival. The others who worked under the strong, determined shinobi always seemed miserable to be helping someone such as him, but Miku was different.
Unlike the others, Miku enjoyed the devilish glow that swam in his big emerald eyes, the shine to his minty skin, and the sparkle of his smirk. She didn't just appreciate how handsome he was. It was much more than muscles, nice eyes and adorably tousled, soft sandy blonde hair that hung just over his eyes. It was his the determination, the confidence, the strength. Everything he was she wanted to be.
Miku wasn't a confident girl. Well, she was in one way. She surely knew that she was pretty, with her long loose curls of strawberry blonde hair that shone beautifully, and her sparkly eyes, black and shiny like polished glass. But it wasn't her appearance she felt held her back. It was her lack of drive, her inability to do things because of how insignificant her powers. She wanted strength she didn't yet have and without it she was forever stumbling, awkward and weak. Hachiro certainly had no problems in that regard.
He knew he was powerful, in fact every decision he made, if to be analyzed, was, and would forever be based on how strong he thought himself to be. Not only was he still in Miku's thoughts, but he was passing through the door and into the grand hall of his institute.
The hall was called that for lack of a better word, Miku supposed. It technically was a hall, but it was filled with tons of misplaced furniture, such as cots, tables, various types of chairs, that took up mass amounts of space as well as the boxes that were placed randomly about. There was one long wooden surface that curved around the middle of the room. A load of desks had been joined together as if to make one huge table, with sections for each person. Miku was sitting at her section, alongside a few members of Hachiro's group she didn't recognize.
Hachiro roamed up to Miku herself, and stopped his long confident stride, the moment he reached her. "Miku, I'm going out for a bit. I leave you in charge."
Miku felt this burning heat deep inside of her chest. This was something she'd been waiting for ever since she'd begged Hachiro for the chance to work for him. She had dreamed of the very words been uttered from those lovely lips of his. To truly hear them in his voice was heavenly. "I—I'm in charge?"
Hachiro answered her with a quick nod. "Yes. Samara's taken a leave. I have to get her back. You know how sisters can be."
"I do?"
"Well shouldn't you? Your sister ran her mouth, and how did you find her?" He flashed her a smile, "I don't want Samara to endure the same fate. So, I'll be on my way."