Yume’s past Ch1 It was a beautiful morning in Gestukagure.

The snow drifted beautifully over the entire island, covering the ground in a thick white blanket of the dream like powder. Even the skies seemed obscured in grey and yet, the young girl had the privilege to see it. Lying in bed, the blonde haired girl sat up with her blanket wrapped around her small body and stared out to the white flakes that drifted from the skies outside. Winter to her, was the most beautiful season. Yet her brief moment of peace and quiet was interrupted with a knock at her door. “Lady Yume, you need to get up. You have your studies after breakfast.” A familiar voice called to her from beyond the door. The child turned to the door with a slight pout on her face. “I want to stay in bed.” She stated as she pulled the covers over her head a bit. There was no desire to leave the warm refuge of her bed. Finally the door opened and a woman with pale violet hair stepped into Yume’s room. “There’s many things a person can ‘want’ in the world. But there are things that ‘need’ to be done.” She stated as she went to Yume’s closet and began to pick out the layers for her Kimono. Yume’s disinterested stare returned to the beautiful sight outside, listening to her guardian ramble about the day’s schedule. “It’s very cold today, so you should wear warm layers today… After breakfast you’ll have quiet study for an hour, then you’ll need to practice the chapter you learned today… and-“ When the woman lifted her head and noticed Yume no longer paying attention, she sighed. Knowing full well what would bring Yume’s attention back to actually cooperating. “You do realize today is when your sister returns. Correct?” Immediately Yume looked back to her guardian in great surprise. “You aren’t … joking are you? Don’t joke about such things.” Yume watched a subtle smile appear on the woman’s face before she realized it wasn’t a joke. “Nee-san is finally coming home?! So she’s done with the academy?? Finally? Is she here to stay?” Yume was overjoyed at the news of her older sister returning home. The woman didn’t answer any of her questions though. “If you want to know then get dressed and let’s get started on your tasks for today.” “Then get out!” Yume shouted with great urgency as she jumped out of her bed and quickly began to push her guardian out the door. Or she attempted to at least. “L-lady Yume!” Her guardian tried to calm her down. “Out, out, out! So I can get dressed and get ready jeeze!” Finally the woman allowed Yume to guide her out the door and Yume closed it. It seemed such an amusing sight. Yet it made sense. Yume had always looked up to her older sister. But in some ways, the guardian dreaded the elder sister’s return. Yume’s older sister was looked down upon by the high elders and even the head of the household, their own mother. In fact, it was their mother that decided to send Ankoku away to the academy in Konoha so she may learn discipline and to be of better use to the family. The guardian only hoped that when Ankoku would return that she would come back as a better person and not rebel against their family’s law. It had been three years since Yume had seen her sister though. So her eagerness to see her older sister was to be expected. Once Yume got the layers of the kimono on, she opened the door. “Umm… help please?” She asked as she held up the sash. Her guardian couldn’t help but laugh, but then again Yume was still just a child. With practiced ease, the woman took the obi and wrapped it around the girl’s waist, pulling it tight and tying it into a perfect bow. “Ok, let’s go!” Yume tried to rush past her, but the guardian picked her up. “Not so fast.” The woman chided as she guided Yume to the mirror. “You need to take more pride in your hair, child. You do want to look your best today, don’t you?” Yume paused before her subtle pout returned to her lips. Of course she sat still for the time being as the woman took a brush and untangled her golden locks. For a Shiromi, she had a very unique hair color. Most Shiromis she noticed had a very pale hair color and dark eyes. Whereas she had very colorful golden hair and vibrant green eyes, taking such traits after her father rather than her mother. No, her mother had white hair and blue eyes. Which begged the question of how her older sister had black hair and dark eyes. Yume never questioned such though. She loved her sister more than anyone else in the family. She was all she had as a “friend”. Her thoughts were immediately interrupted when she felt the sharp tug of her guardian pulling her hair back. “Ow, ow!” She hissed in pain before the woman apologized.

Yume stared into the mirror seeing the woman pulling her hair partially into bun and then putting the significant headpiece on her head. It was a beautifully hand-made piece of jewelry in the shape of a moon, yet with 6 small silver wings on either sides that allowed the jeweled blue sapphires to dangle from her hair. “There. All done.” The guardian stated, but Yume couldn’t look away. Ever since she was 7, she had to put such a gaudy thing in her hair. But it was a sacred piece. Only worn by the rightful heir to the family name, the soon to be head of the household, this is what it signified. The wings signifying the Shiromis were believed to be a “godsend” for their endeavors in medicine and the moon what their home. A little story told among them was believed that they were descendants of celestial beings, those that resided on the moon. But Yume knew it all to be a lie. A lie that she saw as a prideful exaggeration, something only told to justify their traditions, their laws, and the Shiromi’s isolation from society. Something Yume didn’t care for. If they were healers, then why couldn’t they travel the world? See people, heal the wounded, care for the sick? But the elders never cared for that. Their ideals were to preserve the family. Nothing more. “Yume.” A different voice called and Yume’s attention was seized as she turned to the woman standing at her doorway. In the doorway was the familiar woman with long white hair and blue eyes. The woman wore a translucent shawl on her head and a similar headpiece, only it was much more ornate and embellished than Yume’s. Even the woman’s layered kimono was beautifully embellished. “G-good morning, Okaa-san.” Yume greeted as she hurried over to her mother, embracing her at the narrow of her waist since she was so short. She was even standing on the tips of her toes to hug her. Her mother seemed surprised, but gently pulled away from Yume before she knelt down on her level to pull her close. “Morning to you as well, dear.” She softly greeted. When Yume pulled away, she smiled warmly and giggled a bit in her excitement, “Did you hear? Ankoku is returning today!” The white-haired woman immediately glanced to Yume’s guardian in an emotionless stare before returning her gaze to her daughter. “I know dear… do go on ahead. I’ll join you at the tablet for breakfast momentarily.” Yume noticed her mother’s unchanging expression that somewhat caused her smile to fade before she gave a slight nod and wandered down the hall. To some extent, Yume always knew her mother was a tad bit impassive. The woman did have many prying eyes which she did her best to put up such a front and hide her vulnerable emotions from the branch families and elders. Her mother needed to be strong, to show she had every right to be the head of the family and that her children would be treated with the same respect. In many ways, Yume admired how strong her mother was for her at times. Defending Yume from the elder’s biased decisions and always making time for her. But, in her heart she wanted her mother to show a little more compassion and love sometimes. Not just through her actions, but expressing it. As Yume passed through the foyer with these thoughts in mind, she noticed a cloaked figure at the door, removing her shoes. The golden haired girl paused as she watched the girl take off her cloak to reveal her long black hair. “Nee-san?” Yume inquired before the girl quickly turned around. Her dark eyes locked onto Yume’s inquisitive stare. “What?” She asked in a rather impatient way, but Yume’s eyes welled up in tears before she ran over to her sister and embraced her. This sudden action shocked Ankoku and she didn’t even bother to return the affection. “Nee-san! I missed you so much! I’m so glad you’re home! Please, come join me and Okaa-san for breakfast. Please!” Ankoku stared down at her younger sister with narrowed eyes as she pried her off. “I just got home, Yume. Let me breathe, jeeze.” She stated bluntly. Yume chuckled a bit to her sister’s attitude, but she was still happy to see her again. “But you have to be hungry right? Come on, breakfast is ready!” Ankoku didn’t even look to Yume as she put her knapsack by her shoes and hung her cloak on the rack by the door. It didn’t take long before the white haired maiden and the guardian stepped into the foyer as well. Yume glanced back to their mother and then back to Ankoku seeing the tension immediately. Ankoku’s harsh stare said everything. She was still intensely hateful against the woman for shipping her off like that. Like she was unwanted. Undesired and yet, it was all supposedly in the best

interest of the family. How convenient. “How did the schooling go, Ankoku?” The emotionless mother asked her. The black haired girl’s spiteful glare didn’t waver as she answered, “I didn’t have enough chakura to cut it out as a real ninja apparently… so I was only taught taijutsu. Happy?” Ankoku’s venomous answer showed her frustration with herself and her family. The family was required to have a vast reserve of chakura, as their kekkei genkai allows them to have. But those with poor chakura amounts tend to be excluded from the family, even if they are part of the main family. Ankoku was born with very little chakura reserves. Whereas Yume, she had much vaster chakura reserve than any of the Shiromis could ever have. Their mother closed her eyes for a moment since Ankoku’s failure to become a decent shinobi would come back to bite her in the end. “Why didn’t you push yourself harder then?” The woman asked. The question stung even if it was speaking without much emotion and Ankoku felt it. “Okaa-san, I’m sure Nee-san did her best…” Yume voiced on behalf of her sister. But this only irked her more. Ankoku’s voice meant nothing in the family. Not even to their own mother. But Yume’s opinions and ideals no matter how trivial were always heard. What was even worse was that her younger sister had to speak on HER behalf. Ankoku shoved Yume aside before she stepped inside and stormed past her, turning down the hall to head to her room. Yume watched in confusion and a twisted sense of sorrow sunk in. Ankoku didn’t get better. Her behavior was clearly much worse. The white haired woman slowly approached Yume, patting her on the head. “Come. Let’s go eat then work on your studies.” She gently instructed. Yume’s eyes only seemed down casted as she gave a slight nod, heading in the other direction to have breakfast with the family. However, her mother paused before she turned to the guardian, “Make sure Ankoku doesn’t leave her room.” Her words were gravely serious and the woman shuddered seeing the head of the household’s threatening glare. “U-understood.” The guardian stuttered as she hurried off. It seemed to take the white haired woman a moment before she eased again, looking to the direction Yume wandered off to. Silently hoping Yume wouldn’t be affected by her older sister’s behavior before she too hesitantly joined the family for the meal.

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