"The collection is going smoothly, I assume?" Shoko asked, standing in a rather dimly lit room. Countless wax candles adorned the walls and floor, the only space to walk was a path from the entrance to an altar in the back. Wispy, almost ethereal blue flames waved slowly from the wicks of the candles, giving the room an azure tint.
"As it always is, Empress." A clear, deep voice answered, it came from a man seated in the center of the room. This man almost appeared to be a pile of darkness in the dark room, He wore a dark robe, had long, obsidian hair, and eyes that seemed to drag in light like a black hole. His pale hands were held together, keeping a handsign stable as he manipulated a jutsu.
"They may have been cutthroat mercenaries, but you will give them a proper burial after you take a sample from them, understood?" Shoko said. The man let out a derisive scoff.
"But of course, you would not want their corpses to defile your land with their stench."
"Not exactly. Even though it was according to how I have foreseen, the death of so many is nothing I can take pride in. It was my campaign that drew rabble like them to become so desperate, after all." Shoko turned to leave, but the man called to her. "What is it, Honjo?" She asked, turning back to him.
"I heard the rebels have taken back Konoha, yet you will continue this plan? The villages may not welcome your peace treaty with such welcome arms." The man spoke in an indifferent tone, as if he hardly cared of the issue he spoke of, and only wished to see her reaction.
"The rebels have complicated the matter, but I will have them stand down. If not for their actions, this world would be but a step away from peace." Shoko said, turning and leaving, not choosing to entertain Honjo's shallow curiosity any longer.
Heading to her private quarters, Shoko opened the door to her room. Her room was oddly bland, containing only the bare essentials. The floor was stone, the windows covered by drab curtains. In a corner was her wardrobe, only a few feet away from her king sized bed. She walked to the back of the room, where another door was placed. Placing her hand upon it, the iron door shimmered with a ripple of light before sliding open, walking inside, it closed behind her. What she had entered was another room, this one in stark contrast to her own bedroom. The walls were painted a vibrant blue, and soft carpeting hugged the floor. There was no window, yet light radiated from the ceiling via a chandler made of glowing crystals. A bookshelf in the back of the room covered nearly the entire wall, it was full of books of all kinds, from children's coloring books to medical texts explaining human biology. A large canopy bed with silken sheets and pillows sat at the back of the wall. Next to the bed was a desk, where a young girl was sitting, reading a thick book detailing alchemy. The young girl was around fourteen years old, she had long pale hair and red eyes very much similar to Shoko's. Her legs didn't quite reach the floor from her elevated seat, so she swung them back and forth as she hummed a cheery tune to herself. "Yukiko." Shoko called out to the girl. She turned her head to see the Empress, and smiled.
"M-mother!" She put the book down, and hurried to Shoko. A gentle hand was placed on the girl's head.
"How are you feeling, dear?" Shoko asked. Yukiko's eyes wandered, appearing anxious and contemplative. She cupped her small chin with her hands.
"Um, my chakra system is stable at the moment, however, every now and then I can feel disruptions..." Yukiko said, biting the nail of her thumb as she thought. Yukiko was a young girl that had hardly seen the outside world, yet she knew more than most adults did. Shoko had made sure that her time spent in isolation would not go to waste, and began teaching her as much as possible. As a result, it was fair to say the girl possessed a genius intellect. Her social skills however, suffered as a result of her only speaking to a few people in her life. The room she lived in had cost a great sum of money, and took great effort to seal. It was nearly impervious to all forms of sight and sound, no sense or jutsu could penetrate it. Her daughter's existence was a secret known only by a select sparse few. She could not let the world know about her, lest she become endangered.
Shoko patted her daughter's head, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Do not worry dear, I will find a way to heal you, and soon, the world will be a peaceful enough place for you to leave this room in safety." She said. Yukiko nodded her head in understanding, but was silent for a moment. Yukiko didn't look like it, but she was suffering from a strange illness that caused her chakra system to flux in odd ways, causing various negative effects to her health. Shoko had studied every similar case she could, but found nothing like it, if she were to heal her daughter, she needed something extraordinary.
"Departing already?" She asked, looking up at her mother with worried eyes. The girl was awfully sharp.
"Yes, be strong while I'm away, alright?"
Yes, mother." Yukiko's head turned down as if a weight had been placed on it. She tried to hide her disappointment, but acting was not something she was good at. Shoko leaned down, and embraced her in a tight hug.
"I will be back, I promise."
"Don't say that, the characters in books that say that always die." Yukiko didn't want to let her mother go, every time she left she feared that she might not return. But she could not hold on to her forever, she had to let her go, she had to watch her leave her room and head into the world once more...
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Contrary to the suggestions of the medic-nin that had tended to her, Nikuya was up and about, walking through the castle. She had found a change of clothes, and her hair was back to it's ankle long length. Her new scars ached, but she was hardly bothered by them. The thought that she had let Kenji wound her so gravely did not bother her much either. She could hardly blame him for being so upset, more than half a year ago she had helped defeat him in Konoha alongside the Empress. It was a petty reason for revenge in her eyes.
Nikuya walked by the conference hall, and heard a commotion. Opening the door she stared blankly at the sight before her. Wet paper balls had been thrown all across the room, and Yakoul was standing on the center table, acting like.... a Yakoul. It seemed to be bored, that was the easiest explanation as to why it was teasing Izari and throwing spit balls everywhere. Nikuya walked up to Yakoul. "Yakoul, if you wanna party so bad you can just come get wasted with me, you don't have to threaten to sexually assault your comrades." Nikuya reached into a pocket and tossed a jug of sake to Yakoul. Getting the creature drunk was probably a bad idea, but frankly Nikuya was simply curious to see the results.