[ All-Consuming Thirst ; Euphoric Bliss.]
Aug 16, 2009 20:37:30 GMT -7
Post by kujira on Aug 16, 2009 20:37:30 GMT -7
The sky at sunset--
A cup of sake
Would taste so good!
[/center]A cup of sake
Would taste so good!
Gilded rays would slowly shine into vermilion as Apollo's lantern was beckoned earthwards. Nights shadowy embrace would fall all to soon, signaling the end of a days labor and a nights rest. Or rather,
a nights debauchery as was the case on this occasion...
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Soft sigh escaping his lips, Takeo's gaze would fall upon the rather homely looking inn that confronted his sight. From inside came rambunctious laughter that could only come from a gratuitous amount of ingested alcohol. Tight grin upon his countenance he would runa stray hand through flaxen locks. Is this truly what he wanted? Then again, what else was he supposed to do in foreign lands while waiting for his next assignment? In fact! This was the Amekage's fault for not sending him his next target! Yes, this was the reason he would drink himself into a comatose stupor! This rationalization within his consciousness Takeo would stride forth into the establishment, shinobi sandals crunching noisily on the gravel...
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Minutes later Takeo sat at the bar, elbows propped against the bar, left hand propping his chin while the right held a rather large cup of sake. Usually playful and exuberant eyes now held a distinct look of forlorn misery. As was usual, the cup held none of the joy it had for others, instead, it seemed to give nothing but a general shroud of morosity. These dark moods seemed to descend upon the intrepid warrior whenever his spirit was shackled into mediocrity. After all, had he not just completed the assassination of three high danger targets for the Amekage? These had truly been tests of his skills and bravery, yet, now he withered and wasted, waiting for word on his fourth and final target before he could return home...Oh how these somber thoughts afflicted his most proud spirit, was he to waste away as some common drunk whilst others had their names engraved in the annuls of time? Glum now weighing upon his features Takeo would wait...but, for how long?
Waitress....another drink.
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