Picking up the pieces.
Dec 28, 2012 13:47:20 GMT -8
Post by luneth on Dec 28, 2012 13:47:20 GMT -8
[STYLE=margin: 20px 65px 15px 65px; text-align: justify;font-family: arial;font-size: 10px;]The wounds opened by my leige's death were still fresh; my sorrow and the tearing fury I felt toward the situation as a whole were enough to utterly possess my being should I feed into them, or, I feared, should I even attempt to talk about it. I was liable to break down at any moment, whether it be in rage or grief depended only on who or what triggered the collapse. For this reason alone, I couldn't safely discuss anything involing Eiichrio with Ujiyasu – even knowing he meant no harm by mentioning his condolences or respect for the Raikage, the only response I could muster would be a lost nod and the quick aversion of eye contact.
I only hoped my emotions would be in check by the time we arrived in Kusagakure; I merely needed time. Of course, as a shinobi, this wasn't the first instance I had experienced the death of a comrade, though throughout my life I had made it a point not to get close to people; living alone and without a squad, I counted the Raikage as my only true friend within the village. The most capable shinobi in our village couldn't be killed in the same manner my friends and allies had during my time as a nuke, or so I thought. I was wrong, however, and death's scythe had reaped his soul in the exact manner I myself had witnessed countless times before. I wasn't foolish enough to believe it, but reflecting on the current ordeal and those of the past, it seemed as if the gods themselves were toying with my life. Or, imaginably, I was cursed.
It was sickening, all of it – and yet I couldn't fight the feelings, or even suppress them in the fashion that, by now, was commonplace in my life. I had been knocked from life's hinges, disregarded – and unsure of what exactly was required to get back on track, I was left to fall, or merely reflect and ponder. My depressed thoughts consumed my being and psyche, carrying me through the country and outward from the valley with a somber expression and eyes filled with gloom. Kaminari was finally behind us; reasonably, a change in scenery would do me well.
exit kaminari.
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I only hoped my emotions would be in check by the time we arrived in Kusagakure; I merely needed time. Of course, as a shinobi, this wasn't the first instance I had experienced the death of a comrade, though throughout my life I had made it a point not to get close to people; living alone and without a squad, I counted the Raikage as my only true friend within the village. The most capable shinobi in our village couldn't be killed in the same manner my friends and allies had during my time as a nuke, or so I thought. I was wrong, however, and death's scythe had reaped his soul in the exact manner I myself had witnessed countless times before. I wasn't foolish enough to believe it, but reflecting on the current ordeal and those of the past, it seemed as if the gods themselves were toying with my life. Or, imaginably, I was cursed.
It was sickening, all of it – and yet I couldn't fight the feelings, or even suppress them in the fashion that, by now, was commonplace in my life. I had been knocked from life's hinges, disregarded – and unsure of what exactly was required to get back on track, I was left to fall, or merely reflect and ponder. My depressed thoughts consumed my being and psyche, carrying me through the country and outward from the valley with a somber expression and eyes filled with gloom. Kaminari was finally behind us; reasonably, a change in scenery would do me well.
exit kaminari.
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