Reconciled hearts: a season9(Lloyrumi story)

Chapter123: All these voices in her head

The dinner hall was atrociously hushed this morning. Anyone inside had instinctively chose to not make any eye contact with one another for the time being; as they struggled vexatiously to discover the hurdle they have yet to spring over.

The excitement had been drastically subdued in last few days because of that and the ninjas wishes nothing more than to restore diverting joviality among their family members.

Colourless paper-plates from the drawers
slumped on the table, they matched with the throwaway plastic utensils. A fried omelette toppled by fresh chilies and onions had seasoned the main dish itself. Misako, the one who mainly cooked for the resistance was responsible for such an appetizing breakfast.

Lingering his thoughts, Kai sighed. He lowered down his fork on the wooden table and his crimson-lit eyes showed fragile desperation to address the issue they've been dealing with for days on end now. "Really, have you guys not seen what's the matter with Harumi?" He speaks up. His fork's fangs impaled the soft egg but he didn't eat it just yet. It stayed on the plate, untouched.

Nya, who had finished chewing and took a sip of her cup of water to wash down the bite she just took, gave an unsure glance at the fire ninja. Just like him, there was an unsettled feeling in her heart and just like Kai, she felt dispirited to see Harumi like this, all astray and distant around her closest friends.

It was if she stood on the sidelines on a cold summery night, her toes covered in sand as she faced the direction of the obstreperous sea. There was a silky girl, walking along the shore, her hair's strands coming directly from the moonlight's shine. Never had the resistance seen hair belonging to a gentle and loving Snow White. Except, said girl began to cover her smiles in whatever secret the stars bore tonight.

She stopped smiling, stopped enjoying her tranquil walk on the beach. She started to walk faster and faster, the sand getting in her sandals not affecting her at all. As if mesmerized with something up ahead, she didn't pay attention to the water ninja calling out her name, calling for her to return back to her so that they could be acquaintances and possibly friends.

No, Harumi's smile disappeared in thin air and  they hadn't had the slightest hint to why.

Curling her fork in her food again, she stared boringly at the slob of food nicely piled onto one another. Ah, she lost her appetite because of this whole talk, but really, the resistance couldn't have blamed her. Mostly everyone sitting at this table had been having low spirits and may have needed a reminder on Harumi's part that there was nothing to fret.

"I'm sure she's fine, big brother." Nya says, even if her expression was disobeying her bits by bits. It was like a southern palm tree, she was the tree in fact. The leaves drift from side to side at the callous rhythm of the wind, a pair of tears break her green leaves apart. The tree stood tall and unprepossessing to the travellers' eye. That's how she felt, like something had teared into her lips, refusing her to force when a fake smile.

It just showed the resistance, who hesitated to cognize her statement, how much the water ninja couldn't lie about this. A lie, really, that's what the resistance would rather live by, knowing that Harumi remained in a blithe condition and that no one needed to rescue her from a maelstrom of conflict and disheartening truths. Instead, they needed to find solutions to get the word out of Harumi so that they could help her.

"If she's refused to say anything about it to us, we can assume it's something personal and we shouldn't really butt in." Nya continues, not feeling comfortable by ending her last statement on a disappointing note. The dinner table went quiet, the resistance exchanging glances to one another and briefly nodding in advance to coming to a halt at whatever Jay had to contribute to the conversation.