The cool morning breeze swept swiftly and softly across Aito’s face- which would be all nitty gritty if she didn’t have the worse sleeping habits in the world. There she was laying on her back, hands hanging to the sides, on top of a tree branch that was nearly 5 meters from the ground. Her mouth was ajar, drool was dripping down her cheek, and horrifying screeches were protruding from her throat; now to top all that she had a hand full of hair lodged in her mouth. Her snoring subdued immediately as if someone had been trying to choke her (it was the hair, of course) as she turned to her side and fell from the giant tree. Laughing filled her head immediately as she hit the ground belly first. As she turned to her side blood started running out her nose and all over her one pair clothes that she owned. “Good thing you only wear black…. you sad, sad little person.” the voices from her head bellowed. “I wear red too,” Aito dryly responded as she wiped the blood from her face with her vest.
The screeching sounds began to rumble from her chest Aito‘s chest again. “Are you really going back to sleep?! I mean… you.. we.. just fell out of a tree…” Aito grumbled something under her breathe and began to pull herself up from the ground. “Souls aren’t suppose to talk, so I suggest you shut the hell up.” Aito sighed heavily, this wasn’t the first time she could hear the souls she had consumed, usually they lost desire to speak with the person who had beat them close to death and then ripped the soul out of their bodies- and that suited Aito just fine. She took comfort in knowing, even though she couldn’t finish sleeping, the voices would subdue soon as they only appeared when she was in a trance of a sort- this time being in between the sleeping world and her own.
Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she began to survey her injuries. Definitely a broken nose, bruised stomach, and possibly a minor concussion, but everything else seemed to be untouched. A loud crack was produced when she straightened her nose, the rest of her injuries were easily taken care of by using Mending Hand jutsu . She pulled out her canteen full of sake and gulped down its contents. It wouldn’t be long before reaching Konohagakure, which pleased Aito because she hadn’t had a bite to eat in days.
The screeching sounds began to rumble from her chest Aito‘s chest again. “Are you really going back to sleep?! I mean… you.. we.. just fell out of a tree…” Aito grumbled something under her breathe and began to pull herself up from the ground. “Souls aren’t suppose to talk, so I suggest you shut the hell up.” Aito sighed heavily, this wasn’t the first time she could hear the souls she had consumed, usually they lost desire to speak with the person who had beat them close to death and then ripped the soul out of their bodies- and that suited Aito just fine. She took comfort in knowing, even though she couldn’t finish sleeping, the voices would subdue soon as they only appeared when she was in a trance of a sort- this time being in between the sleeping world and her own.
Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she began to survey her injuries. Definitely a broken nose, bruised stomach, and possibly a minor concussion, but everything else seemed to be untouched. A loud crack was produced when she straightened her nose, the rest of her injuries were easily taken care of by using Mending Hand jutsu . She pulled out her canteen full of sake and gulped down its contents. It wouldn’t be long before reaching Konohagakure, which pleased Aito because she hadn’t had a bite to eat in days.