no hope. [scrap]
Aug 22, 2015 15:27:03 GMT -8
Post by デーモン on Aug 22, 2015 15:27:03 GMT -8
This was most definitely the end of the line. Daichi had grown weary of his job. To be a ninja encapsulated much more mental fortitude than he could bare to stand. His deeds weighed heavily on his conscience, it was almost as if he died the day he murdered him. That lone child.
He was given a standard mission, like that of any other day. He was to eliminate some bandits. These men were kidnapping children from villages on the edge of the country. It had taken him a couple days of travel, to get to where the hideout was. Daichi was carrying his trademark weaponry--with also his trademark wild attitude like any other day.
He had arrived to an ambush of sorts. It wasn't the ambush itself which upsets him so much now; but whom he had to fight. The children were brainwashed, and frighteningly skilled in being so. They had pushed him to the edge of his wits. In a single moment in an attempt to survive, he ended one of the children's lives.
A horrific occurrence in upon itself. Daichi was afraid and scared of what he had done. The mind-control had worn off with the controller escaping. The other children crying and wanting to be returned to their homes. In fear of what would come next Daichi had returned to Sunagakure.
He hadn't reported the mission he had undertook. His empty housing hadn't stopped his sorrows. He felt guilty for the first time in his life. A trait shinobi had to bury, along with some forms of honour, just to able stomach the things they had to do. Well, Daichi could no longer.
He stepped onto the chair that he had set up. A clothe from his bed wrapped around the ceiling fan. That was how he wanted to be found initially, but the rage combined with his sadness. He wanted; no, needed to feel pain for what he had done. His hands, wrapped around his head, and with a quick twist he would snap his own neck. His bones were harder than a normal humans.
A second twist was needed for his head to fully break the bone itself. A limp body devoid of life was now on the ground. A tear rolling from his face, and a mouth eternally contoured with a single word left on it.
sorry
