cry, (gin/p)
Jan 14, 2013 12:42:48 GMT -8
Post by KEITH on Jan 14, 2013 12:42:48 GMT -8
[/justify][/font]在那一刻,我想要的是哭.Kirigakure—the greatest village within the shinobi world and quite possibly the greatest one to ever exist. As I sat in my bed, looking out at the moon from my apartment window, I wondered was Kirigakure always destined to be like this or would it someday fall to something greater. I don’t know what made me think like this, but I couldn’t shake the idea from my head. It had been about three days since I had last met up with Chae and had drinks with him, and tonight, it was time to meet up with Gin in the market place.
I haven’t gotten a chance to talk to him, but I had known that he must’ve been feeling really displeased with the results of his punishment. If anything, that should have been me who lost an arm or was turned blind—then again, those were things that I could easily replace, with ease. But it wouldn’t have been the same for those two. I wondered if a part of my punishment was for me to be forced to live with the punishment that has been casted upon my comrades.
From my night with Chae, I knew that it was just the past now, and we all would cope with what had happened by continuing to live and move on. But, I will always be haunted by these thoughts now. I can’t even sleep anymore. Does this mean that from now on, when I take on a dangerous challenge, should I just do it alone? To not risk the lives or well-being of my comrades, right? Or does that mean I should just stop getting into trouble all together?
Whatever it is, it was something I wasn’t in control of. It was like, everything that caused some sort of mishap for me called out to me, causing my blood to boil if I don’t answer. Despite accepted it all, I couldn’t stop thinking about Akira and what he had done to them. My heart ached severely, no matter how much I had loved my brother and wanted to protect him, hatred was born in my heart for him. It was the most agonizing pain I had ever felt.
I didn’t want to hate my brother, but I couldn’t help the feeling of being betrayed. So what if Eiichiro was his friend. . . I was his brother. Or at least I thought I was. I couldn’t bring myself to see Akira again since that fateful day, and I hadn’t planned on doing so any time soon if I could help it in the least bit. Regardless of how I felt, and the pain in my heart wanting to drive me crazy, wanting to make me scream out in a bloody roar and eyes filled with tears. . . I held it all back.
This is what it meant to be a shinobi and what you had to do some times, despite how you felt. We are merely just tools of the world anyway. We shouldn’t have such feelings, should we? Whatever; it was time for me to go and meet up with Gin; hopefully he wouldn’t be the slightest bit late at all.
In a burst of speed, my body flickered away as I exited my apartment, and headed toward the market place within the tone tonight. I had worn all black; a black short-sleeved v-neck shirt, a black pair of shinobi pants with black tape connecting my pants and black shinobi sandals which were used as leg warmers. The only thing important that I had been missing was my Kirigakure headband. Though, no really missing, just hidden from sight within my pocket where I felt it was best hidden tonight.
I stood on top of a sushi restaurant I had planned on taking him to, but for now, I had to find him. My eyes scanned the crowds of people, looking for my favorite blind guy—Gin.