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31_days2006-02-18 09:04 pm
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[February 18] [Naruto] Dead Music
Title: Dead Music
Day/Theme: February 18: bone flute
Series: Naruto
Character: Tayuya
Rating: G
She sneaks out of the house that night, wondering if she has made a flute worth something after a night of digging in the cemetery, a lot of rotten and broken bones discarded, and a whole week of carving and polishing delicately the thing. It's a lot to wait for the patience of someone her age.
She sits at the side of the road and plays. First dubiously, then the vacilating sound grows firm and confident. When she founds a summoning note, the music brings in small imps with beady evil eyes who stand as far as they can in a semi-hipnotized stagger.
It takes her three nights more to find the first command note, but in a week more she has graduated from imps to bigger, badder things. Her mother knows she has been leaving the house in the night and questions her on the state of her clothes.
She doesn’t pay much attention.
Then her mother finds the flute and throws it as a piece of trash. This angers her as nothing has before. She finds the flute still intact and plays on daylight for the first time.
No one even calls her a weird girl after that.
Day/Theme: February 18: bone flute
Series: Naruto
Character: Tayuya
Rating: G
She sneaks out of the house that night, wondering if she has made a flute worth something after a night of digging in the cemetery, a lot of rotten and broken bones discarded, and a whole week of carving and polishing delicately the thing. It's a lot to wait for the patience of someone her age.
She sits at the side of the road and plays. First dubiously, then the vacilating sound grows firm and confident. When she founds a summoning note, the music brings in small imps with beady evil eyes who stand as far as they can in a semi-hipnotized stagger.
It takes her three nights more to find the first command note, but in a week more she has graduated from imps to bigger, badder things. Her mother knows she has been leaving the house in the night and questions her on the state of her clothes.
She doesn’t pay much attention.
Then her mother finds the flute and throws it as a piece of trash. This angers her as nothing has before. She finds the flute still intact and plays on daylight for the first time.
No one even calls her a weird girl after that.