lost in the sauce [P] Apr 10, 2012 21:10:28 GMT -8
Post by lore. on Apr 10, 2012 21:10:28 GMT -8
Wasn’t it rather intriguing how this world worked; the strong survived and the weak fall, it was as if we were animals built to destroy one another. That way of living was nauseating to the perplexed mind of Obuso, whilst his slender frame subsided in the emerald leaves of the tree he was within. He hadn’t sleep in three days, his mind strained from the complex thoughts that drowned his mind, much of it regarding the bereavement of his brother and the rise of his other brother’s – oh how they felt they were better than one another, when truthfully they were one and the same. Their blood were no different, nor was their parent, but they still felt a need to hold hostility to one another, as if they were strangers. “At least him and myself are trying…” He cooed, whilst ebony slates –
Lowered down to the earth. Him was in regards to his half-brother, Gekigami, a Hyuuga who was rather boastful of his talents, which weren’t all that special. The youth had appointed a training session with him, truthfully, Obuso didn’t want to fight – he just wanted to talk, discuss why they were the way they were. For they were all Funikumi, a clan built for power and fame, yet Obuso wanted nothing to do with it, ironic right? Shortly after a few minutes had passed and Gekigami arrived to the scene, most likely assuming that Obuso was late. “Gekigami, I’m here.” Hands pushed off the branch of the tree, gracefully allowing the youth to land on the soothing emerald shards of grass. His aura rather giving off a welcoming presence, “We need to talk.” His tone was stern, yet it was feeble at the same time, showing off a sign of weakness. His pools looked into the milky eyes of his kin.
“It seems a rapture or tear has fallen upon this family and I don’t know why. As Funikumi we must stick together, yet we all boast about how one is better than the other, but you brother. You out of us all seem to have too much pride, pride that cannot be allowed amongst us anymore.”
His words stopped right there, as he no longer allowed his words to speak for him, but his fist. Digits clasped around a single kunai within the youth’s pouch, slowing rising. One way or another, this clan will be whole again and if that meant knocking sense into each and every Funikumi who felt better or less than another. But as the battle was going to commence, Obuso couldn’t help but feel the presence of another like him, another Funikumi; his older brother. It was as if the youth could hear his presence, for it wasn’t too far, nor was it too close. Only time could tell whether the youth’s sixth sense was accurate at discovering another as him. Nonetheless, Obuso was all for battle right now.