Ayame didn't know why but for some reason she took akari to her bedroom instead of akari's. She didn't say anything nor look Ayame in eyes as she began to bandage her leg and arm.
"You know, I will never understand why you hate me so much." She asked finally breaking the dead silence.
"Well no one asked you to understand." She responded coldly, finally meeting her eyes. Truth was Ayame did understand more than she knew, she knew the pain of being a woman from the warring states. That very day 6 years ago when Akari came to her, her green hair matted and large eyes wide with fear, she guessed she had been touched. Ayame was the one who sat beside the bathtub as Akari scrubbed herself raw while sobbing like madness; Ayame was the one who held her hair back as she relived the nausea that would often build up in her stomach. Ayame did understand the pain; she understood the pain of not being able to heal and having to go to war the very next day. She remembered the year she turned 16, that was once Hani was born; her mother promised that this girl was her last.
"Akari. Hating me once change that fact that you still have pain about the past." Those words caught her attention. "We came here to the sand village for a new life. You, Maki, and I have already lived a childhood full of war and witnessed death from an age where young children should be playing, not fighting. But Karina has a chance to start fresh and Hani won't live the childhood we lived!"
"OK, So what? Those brats may have gotten lucky but you're spoiling them! Hani will end up like mother and Karina will never be at the level of our clan's people."
"I can't vouch for Hani but you underestimate Karina, she has the potential to be an ANBU one day."
"KARINA IS NOTHING LIKE YOU! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT AYAME? CUT THE MODEST BULLSHIT!" Akari shouted yanking her injured leg away from Ayame. She had gotten to the point where Akari's shouting didn't faze her; she had learned to just sit there and look her in the eyes until she calmed down. It was after a minute long staring contest that she finally did. "You know that Tatewaki- Sama was made the Jinjuriki of Shukaku for the sole reason of being the most powerful ANBU in the village. Lord Kazekage chose him from a category that you fall into, so don't go around saying that a spoiled brat like Karina can be anything like you." Akari stood up from the bed, letting her words flow into Ayames head and process them. When she looked back down at her it was her surprise to see her giggling away. "What the fuck is so funny?"
"Akari-Chan I'm sorry but I find it funny that you slander me about being modest when you're really hiding how you feeling about me." She chuckled. Her Chuckling only flustered her sister even more. "EH?! What's that supposed to me?!"
"Oh you'll learn it eventually when you're older."
"We are only a few years apart and for you information that sounds like something you would say to a child like Hani!"
"You're still MY baby sister." Ayame said giving her a wink as she got up to change her clothes. Akari watched as she shed her white kimono for her black one; She knew it well because she used to own a similar one herself.
"Why do you still even wear that?" She said curiously pointing to her flak jacket. No one's had use for that battle uniform anyone ever since we got these vests. Don't tell me you're still stuck in the past?"
"I personally think you let go of the past far too quickly." She said tying a white sash around her waist, arranging it into a bow. "I'm glad we don't have to fight everyday of our lives anymore but I spent the first 18 years of my life in war; 13 of those years I was fighting."
"That's right, I always forget that you became a Kunochi had 5 years old. I wasn't even able to throw a kunai until age 8." She gave a slight chuckle before narrowing her eyes to the ground in a sigh. "Part of me is grateful that Hani never had to see what we saw. Karina has a chance to start fresh and Maki won't go as far down as us."
"I advise you to not underestimate those children. They have great potential and I will do everything I can to make them into strong Shinobi…..tsh, the most ironic thing about it is that it's kind of difficult when the mother of those children hates the very thing they strive to become."
"She lost her true love and the man who fathered us; she's numb inside like so many widows from our period."
"Mother may not be a shinobi but she dedicates her life to heal others as a medic." She said brushing her bangs aside.
"Well, she's naive on one thing for sure." Akari said getting up from the bed. "Her eldest child is by far the strongest female to be born in the history of our clan."