ovua monsiuer. [o]
Sept 17, 2011 6:52:54 GMT -8
Post by chiatsuki on Sept 17, 2011 6:52:54 GMT -8
♩ ♫ ♪ ♬ the sonata
OOC: 24 hrs. passed. hope you don’t mind the jerk-up. It’s not lethal or anything. *shrug*
It weren’t even by the end of the last sentence from where id’ lost it. Takeshi’s words discombobulating my every miniscule thought transgressing me into a blinded rage. If I had truly attacked them they would have known. The boy’s heart beat going from steady to an accelerated pace once more excited me like no other. My hands would cross into his collar attempting to jack him up against the tree. Who he thought he was against me did not truly concern me – and fighting was something I hadn’t come here to do either.
‘Don’t you get it you fucking brat!? We are here alone…! No one out here gives a rat’s ass about who anyone is. This place has turned into a fucking boiling pot that our fathers and mothers have been burning in ever since the war. .! Nobody gives a damn kid… especially when you’re sitting here crying about some fucking vomit and a slight headache. For Christ sakes – I needed to make sure who you two were exactly. You needed to lose a couple of pounds anyway!.. I said, releasing my arms at an instant so he could have some room.
It wasn’t enough that we were here alone in this world – us genin looking for an elder chuunin or at least someone of higher ranking to lead us in the right direction; we had to sit around and wait just like the other genin until someone was promoted. It was truly sickening – the lack of true will any of our former leaders had. My fists griped as well just as Takeshi’s. Maybe I had let my anger get the best of me – but I just couldn’t be stopped when I was started. I’d wiped some of the sweat with my balled fist staring straight into the pudgy boys face.
‘….sorry, man. I’m just having some hard times – just like everyone else. Sorry for calling you fat, too.’ My head turning back towards the moon with my hand wafting through my hair for but a moment letting the cool wind hit my sweaty silhouette. I wasn’t looking for a team – but we were better off forming one than allowing this uncontrolled chaos birth even further than it already had.