there was a leap in her chest  &  a throb in her cheek.    no amount of makeup,   concealer or powder could cover the large purplish bruise that  bloomed across her porcelain features.  it was large,    dominating in its nature,   much like the beast that had given her such an injury;      brutish. Â
hinata made no real attempt to hide it,    the uzumaki woman had already asked ,  and perhaps she already knew the truth.    but hinata couldnât help lean her head forward,   a halo of obsidian covering her face like a sheer veil.    oh,  how could she explain this?   did she trip and fall straight into a  fist shaped  branch?    no,  karin was no fool.
but the truth was something else entirely, Â Â Â to admit to it would be to admitting the deepest, Â darkest secret that lurked within the hyuga compound. Â Â Â the downside to living the life as a shinobi, Â Â Â Â was that nobody questioned the bruises that marred her skin, Â Â always assuming they had accumulated from various training exercises & Â missions. Â Â Â but in the past month she had been diligent in her duties as heiress, Â Â not once over exerting herself to the point of injury. Â Â Â Â Â did karin even know this?
she considered telling the truth,   she had  failed  as the hyuga heiress once again  &  her father decided to invoke proper punishment on her with a punch to the face?  no,   how could she explain that?  instead,   hinata forced a wobbly smile onto her face,   unknowingly making the bruise moreprominent.    â just a training accident,  no need for worry,  karin-san!  â        she would lie,   until her death bed,   she would lie.   Â
she sits there , pink drink in hand as crimson gaze at the other , questioning silently. yet , hinata doesnât pick up on the slight concern of her gaze and so she finally speaks up , question carefully thought out as not to come out as rude. she watches the other , doesnât miss the way that she leans forward so hair covers the bruised cheek ( and she thinks for a minute that hinata is like a bruised peach. she wonders if she presses down if maybe it would bloom even more violently red and purple. )Â
her head tilts , crimson falling around her face like a waterfall of blood and thereâs an eyebrow quirk as she keeps her gaze on the other. itâs not like hinata to lie to her face , and karin knows this because her chakra , nearly pure white with traces of lavender in it -- until she lies , a stain of black swirls in.Â
eyes narrow as she leans forward on the table as though she sees through hinata. elbows on the table , chin cradled by fingers. â âs that so ? an accident ? you said ? â karin shifts slightly , â what kind of training accident ? did you fall ? âÂ