The Forging of a KunoichiThe nightmare always began the same way. Only the ending ever changed.
She started out watching the family. They had come to visit the village - a mother, father, older brother and a young girl. The toddler was so excited. There were so many new things to see and smell and touch here, not like at home. Ni-san had let the girl try some of the lunch the father bought for him from a stall, something wriggly on a stick. It was rubbery and spicy, so the toddler spat it out. She smiled coyly at the people who came to her parents’ cart to look at the shiny metal things Daddy made. She knew she wasn’t supposed to touch the things... they were sharp. It was a very exciting, busy day and soon the girl fell asleep very soundly.
It was here that the scene shifted. She was no longer watching the little girl, she was the little girl. The sky glowed dull orange, and burning buildings spat vivid embers into the night sky. It looked like Daddy’s forge back home when he
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Tenten stood on the other side of the window partition, one hand pressed up against the cool glass. Her other hand was a tangled mess of splints and bandages. The sharp throbbing of her broken fingers almost obscured the burning itch of the sutures across her back. The burning itch of the stitches almost distracted her from the rhythmic pulse of the clock out in the hallway. The ticking of the clock was almost loud enough to cover up the muffled noise of the respirator in the ICU. The regular, soothing hiss of the respirator, every five seconds, would never be enough to take her mind off the fact that somewhere, inside that snaking mess of IV lines, monitoring cables, catheters, and bandages, her son struggled for his life.
She stood there and stared. Tenten wasn't quite sure when it happened, but sometime in the past three hours, paranoia had set in. She was convinced that if she looked away, that if she blinked, the machines would fail, her son's last breath would