Of Purity...

[ichiro]

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Shallow breath maintained all the while he'd rained his presence on the remains of Sunagakure no Sato - that of his home, Yasui. In the perfect condition it had always been in as far as he could tell. It just seemed...Wrong to him. A decent and very primary source of hurt and destruction; the very word would send a breeze dancing with his dark and crimson cloak with one powerful question to be asked by the many below who spied the Chuunin warrior in his daze. Indeed, dear obviously it revolved around the stupidy of wearing an Onyx Cloak in such a humid climate and as thought, a valid answer would be "because he wanted to." Tch, feeling had long ago but fled him as needed... at least all that would fall beneath "powerful emotion" technically speaking. Standing to look beyond the land below from a balcony, not necessarily his own but one that was considered a thinking zone in his own words and all the while would pain and suffering sprint along that "simple" mind of his.

Careless on the matter or confused even? Definitely things that could be identified as far as if he'd been blind, but than again wasn't this with anyone, no. One could say he had perfected himself mentally or better said; Killed himself Mentally. The thought of such hadn't mattered, not now. It was clearly progress that motivated him. Decent action if you decided to use a better term still, the scorned shinobi would stand idle and lost in thought. Those of multi-colored birth sight spawns that had been far from kekkei genkei were those of his visual aid which would seem clear to those who saw; all at the same time would they be surely unique. Time would burn and so but a pointless breath of boredom would slip through his lips as the shady Uchiha's eyes would fall shut and the grip beneath those of his hands would leave the balcony guard before him before a final glance at what was below him would grow further apart from him in distance.

As tiring as it had become - the same thing would be in place; poor souls and misfits who held no possible aid for him and so the question would stand for he questioned himself vaguely...repeatedly at times even. "Why am I here?" the words would be clear, yet nothing close to loud enough for the poor beings three stories below to hear. Disappointing memories had seemed to by far shackle him to the home filled of Sand Dunes and frustrating memories... Pointless arguments and sharp-rounded edges. Press up against the wrong breeze and surely you would end up drowning in Sand. The metaphor was clear enough and had he even been the type, what seemed to be a cynical sneer would climb atop his facial to let out the pain for a moment or so... Laughing made the pain go away, right? Was it truthfully the time for him to make his departure?

For his eyes to pierce the feather weight clouds above as he made way through this maze with wonder attatched to his hip as the blade he'd treasured so deeply. His Violet silk mass fallen from the crown to his lower back and never had the thought to cut through them entered his mind. Consider it a sort of trademark if you will but one way or the next it hadn't mattered the slightest to him. But as clear to him as it was things were changing and time was speeding along, riding past him as fiercely as a desperate Tsunami "blessed" with killing intent. Such would be the teen's best friend should they ever meet, irrelevant talk? Yasui had by such a time grown tired of his placement. With but an effortless bending of the knees would a leap take him to find himself but a bit higher than three stories now and a deal closer to danger, death even. It wasn't engraved in many minds to stand atop a balcony rail emotionless and let your thoughts decide your fate.

A mind, body...hell, a soul stained in disgust with all who despised truth and peace even. The flesh would show nothing even comparing to what was inside the cold blooded heart of his. There was no turning back but he did indeed have his exceptions. It would occur to most that the wonderous Uchiha never knew exactly what he was speaking of when it came to his own Purpose... Than again, why wouldn't it? There was no man who could understand someone with no bonds.

[ichiro]

Flight

"Kill or be killed, this was something of the way of the ninja...way." the words would be mouthed all so silently as he turned his attention to the momentary breeze that had actually sent him back in memory. Though bonds weren't of his kind in reality, it was something that no man could clear from themselves no matter the situation. It seemed all so clearly that Yasui digressed however. His pale expression, blank, would but shift with every pathetic thought to run commando through his mind. As if will itself had taken over his person yet leaving just enough room for him to confirm his action. Of course he wouldn't go back on it, not a thing. But morale would surely be scarred regardless. Demanding images pushing through his mind or not; dearly did he hate to dirty his hands but it was the "goal" and chase that actually set him apart.

But the right of his grip would fall carelessly to the bottom of his Wakizashi as he turned his rainbow optics to the target beings below - will all so stressful at such a point. What was done would be done and there was no turning back for him. The skill he'd honed was enough and though it would shy of the next; he'd never deny himself a deathly challenge or even an interesting sport with that of his blade. Killing intent was far from satisfying for him to feel as it would be for any Pacifist with a motive. Though it was apparent... he had none. Most intriguingly he had grown tired of the boredom this place had brought to him, the plain feeling gained over the stale time he had spent doing nothing but placing his mind at work. As though games would continue to be played in the steep mind of his own. There was a certain word to be used at a time like this, unfortunately... Yasui wouldn't dare waste a breath trying to sound intelligent using it.

The feeling coursing his person had been enough to explain what he had to do. Eyes locked... The adrenaline rush and the empty goals that were in mind suddenly spinning into the brightest of light within the mind. It was here at this point he'd realized a partial add on to things. Truth be told the shinobi had long ago become confused and withered. As if he'd took a wrong turn on the "path" he'd chosen beyond the start of his little miserable life. A sigh, useless breath accompanied by hunger. Now was surely far from the right to to act as a criminal; to slay those who'd he homed himself with. Did it ever matter though?

"Spare it." the words would shine as bright as gold beneath sunlight. A god had shown himself, a finger placed over the should of Yasui igniting the will to do as he'd thought so recklessly to. It would be long before he leaned forward over the rail he'd stood upon, but it wasn't falling that he worried of but what he would land on when he met base Suna level. Spying through the confusion would steer one closer to what he'd needed to do.

[ichiro]

A breath shed as his eyes would follow that human beings that would resemble ants at such a height. Hidden fears crawling along the skin of this Uchiha nomad yet never taking effect. As if he were immune to such, his eyes would but split to the crown of his dome before he allowed himself to step down from his flight tomb. Alas, he'd found a reason to retreat this time. A reason to clench his unstable mind and apply pressure to the thoughts rushing past the membrane all so endlessly. Shallow breaths though the nose would last a mere few moments as he took his sure steps to parting this spacey danger area. Like a thoughtless child roaming a playground in dark shades had the unknown warrior taken his leave. After all, you only live one life...

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