Journey Home. [open]
Aug 29, 2011 18:00:47 GMT -8
Post by Juro on Aug 29, 2011 18:00:47 GMT -8
"Finally,", he screamed towards the sky, his speech clearly slurred from the massive amount of liquor he had consumed up to this point. He began to readjust his hair as he crept into a small village that had been the first sign of civilization for the last twenty-miles. His eyes glazed and his walk obviously riddle with the effects of alcohol, he stumbled into the village as the blazing sun behind him began to set.
Shit.
He had smoked all of his cigarettes; u could argue that Juro had become addicted to the tobacco that laced the circler paper he often kept between his lips. Tangled in his own intoxication, Juro had one objective and that was finding a shop that could fuel his habit. But Juro found it difficult to find a shop, watching the shopkeepers close their doors as the sun began to fade. Juro wondered what he would do for entertainment, it wasn’t even a shop that sold smokes it seemed. Itching his head he stopped, slowly plumping himself down on man benches dwelled within the small village. This town was boring, it needed some excitement and Juro knew just how to give it to them.
"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming", he mumbled to himself as he entered a small bar he had nearly passed on the edge the town. Upon entering the bar he was greeted by a middle aged unattractive woman, whom helped him find a seat. While she may have been attractive at one point in her life, age had not been her friend over the years. Nonetheless he had desires and at this moment he was willing to settle for anything. His gaze locked with hers. A small smile crossed his face partially because of the liquor in his system and secondly because of the prospect of him getting into her tonight, literally.
Releasing a small sigh, he began to whisper sweet promises to the woman. "Is there somewhere a little more private we could talk?" She nodded fully aware of what the missing shionbi intentions were. Following her towards a spacious room towards the back of the bar, he laughed. It had easier than he expected, she was a wild women and Juro would have to tame her. Upon entering the room, Juro immediately pushed his torso against hers, stroking her cheek lightly as he kicked the door closed. It seemed she had brought him to the storage room. The room was filled with countless bottles of liquor, and to his delight cigarettes.
"So what brings you to the Lighting country?" She asked him, slowly positioning her head on the chest of the taller Juro. It had been a while since he had been this close physically towards a women. He was still mourning he beloved wife, he would always mourn her. He would mourn that she was no longer by his side, he would mourn that once again he would have to face the world alone. Taking a closer look at the women, he began to study her. She was again middle age, she had a rough life. It was written all over her face, the face that was becoming attractive the more time Juro started at her. Her long black hair smelled of cigarettes, and her breath of strong liquor. Continuing his observation he replied, "I'm not entirely sure yet, but enough about me. Do u have a name waitress?" He answered her question by returning with his own, she was becoming more interesting by the moment, he wondered if she would be able to stimulate him mentally and physically.
Removing herself from Juro dominating grip, she walked towards the many cartons of liquor, pulling a small bottle of brown liquor. Filling two average sized cups. The 'waitress' smiled at Juro, "I'm nobodies waitress sweetheart I own the place and the names Aimi." She owned the place? Juro laughed to himself, up until to this moment Juro thought of her nothing more than a whore. But it seemed she was a whore with a rather booming business. His intention was to ravish the woman physically and take his leave, but now it seemed she had somehow reached within his stone heart something that had only been done once before. At this rate she mite actually have a chance of seeing the often hidden softer side of his persona.
Minutes turned to hours, Aimi had done something to Juro. The two had found a spark that neither could deny. But the image of his wife was burned in mind. Just the thought of his wife made his stomach plunge. He was already starting to feel awkward and the shopkeeper and her unusual allure made it worse. Would she approve of him seeking pleasure in such women? Did she watch down from the gates of heaven in disapproval of what her husband had become? The lone mans mind began to swarm with memories, the memories of the only happy point in his life. Yes, he enjoyed murder, blood, and the suffering of others, but with her he was normal. Or the closest to normal one of his breed could become. He couldn't help but feel a sense of normalcy with Aimi, and he didn't like it.
"I got to get out of here."
He muttered to himself, wondering why he had even come here in the first place. Then through the haze of his intoxication it hit him. Cigarettes. Gripping the cup of liquor Aimi had given him, he drowned it. The crisp warmth of the drink ran down his throat as he reached towards one of few boxes of smoke that sat beside him. Grabbing them, he jumped startling Aimi. This loner had went against his own code and let someone in. It was time for him to make his departure. "I apologies Aimi, but its about time I hit the road again." He confessed darting towards the door. "Bu--", he didn't even acknowledge her as he walked out the door. He couldn't dare look at her, she reminded him to much of his fallen wife.
He straggled along, stumbling on his own feet as he walked the streets it was dark now. Everyone had retreated to their homes happily with families and friends. Juro had a family once, a mother and father even a wife, but one of the many outcomes of war was death. Something he had become all to familiar. Yet unlike his parents who were killed during war, his wife had fallen ill. Naturally being a medical-ninja he thought he'd be able to heal her, but he soon came to find himself spreading her ashes across the sea. It was at the moment he knew his life would never be the same, he lived to only bring the pain he felt to others. But he couldn't but think how disappointed she would be if she could see him now. He had become the monster he once swore to protect her from. "What the fuck," he whispered as he drunkenly stumbled through the village. He could only imagine what tonight would bring...
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