Down, but not out. [P]
Jun 8, 2012 16:31:05 GMT -7
Post by deadlywhencornered on Jun 8, 2012 16:31:05 GMT -7
"Another fun filled day in paradise..."
Kysuugi woke up to another sunrise in a small ramshack hotel overlooking the sea. By now, he was fourteen, going on fifteen, and he had given up the idea of being a shinobi completely. His headband, laying on a mirrored dresser across from his bed, was no more than a dusty old memory. His kage, his friends, that bookseller who was starting to teach him the secrets of the Yamanaka, all had faded from his mind. It was sort of saddening how he had just given up on everything...
"Good for nothing...that's all Takemonos were ever good for..." said Kysuugi as he rolled out of bed onto the wooden floor. The summer heat struck him immediately."Damn...haven't these people heard of air conditioning?"
Not wanting to be a crybaby over the heat, he shrugged it off and dressed up and cleaned his glasses, humming a song as he did so. "I wonder if they know what housekeeping means here..." complained Kysuugi, "admiring" a collection of mold on one of the walls. "Why am I even here anyway..."
Of course, this made him think back to the Chuunin exams, and how he was supposed to be guarding Jimarai, his kage. Oh man how he missed Jim...it seemed like he was the only person who understood his insanity. He guessed it was all ancient history though...despite how fun it was......he wanted to go back though...he just didn't know if he could.
"Well...there seems to be nothing to do...I guess I'll just clean up..." It was about time he did too. The smell of mildew and sour milk was reeking out of almost everything. "Might as well start with the drawers..." he sighed.
The first drawer in his dresser was stuffed to the brim with dirty clothes that he was too lazy to wash. The second, also filled with dirty clothes. "This is going to be the death of me someday..." complained Kysuugi as he sorted through them. Finally, he came to the last drawer in the dresser. Inside was some memorabilia he had collected over the years. His shuriken, his kunai, his flash grenades, even his flute Shimauma was in there. He had forgotten the last time he'd even touched it...his musical companion...his only friend in times of despair...how could he have left it just sitting there...
But there was one object in that drawer that struck him...so much that he literally cried as he saw it. It was a picture of his older brother Tajii. He was the reason he kept training...he had to find him somehow...he had been kidnapped on one of his first missions as a chuunin. "Dammit Tajii...I'll find you someday..." He shoved the drawer back in, and grabbed his headband from his dresser and tied it around his neck. "No more slacking off now Kysuugi...I may have been down...but I'm far from out!"
He quickly changed clothes, grabbed his gear, and ran out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
Kysuugi woke up to another sunrise in a small ramshack hotel overlooking the sea. By now, he was fourteen, going on fifteen, and he had given up the idea of being a shinobi completely. His headband, laying on a mirrored dresser across from his bed, was no more than a dusty old memory. His kage, his friends, that bookseller who was starting to teach him the secrets of the Yamanaka, all had faded from his mind. It was sort of saddening how he had just given up on everything...
"Good for nothing...that's all Takemonos were ever good for..." said Kysuugi as he rolled out of bed onto the wooden floor. The summer heat struck him immediately."Damn...haven't these people heard of air conditioning?"
Not wanting to be a crybaby over the heat, he shrugged it off and dressed up and cleaned his glasses, humming a song as he did so. "I wonder if they know what housekeeping means here..." complained Kysuugi, "admiring" a collection of mold on one of the walls. "Why am I even here anyway..."
Of course, this made him think back to the Chuunin exams, and how he was supposed to be guarding Jimarai, his kage. Oh man how he missed Jim...it seemed like he was the only person who understood his insanity. He guessed it was all ancient history though...despite how fun it was......he wanted to go back though...he just didn't know if he could.
"Well...there seems to be nothing to do...I guess I'll just clean up..." It was about time he did too. The smell of mildew and sour milk was reeking out of almost everything. "Might as well start with the drawers..." he sighed.
The first drawer in his dresser was stuffed to the brim with dirty clothes that he was too lazy to wash. The second, also filled with dirty clothes. "This is going to be the death of me someday..." complained Kysuugi as he sorted through them. Finally, he came to the last drawer in the dresser. Inside was some memorabilia he had collected over the years. His shuriken, his kunai, his flash grenades, even his flute Shimauma was in there. He had forgotten the last time he'd even touched it...his musical companion...his only friend in times of despair...how could he have left it just sitting there...
But there was one object in that drawer that struck him...so much that he literally cried as he saw it. It was a picture of his older brother Tajii. He was the reason he kept training...he had to find him somehow...he had been kidnapped on one of his first missions as a chuunin. "Dammit Tajii...I'll find you someday..." He shoved the drawer back in, and grabbed his headband from his dresser and tied it around his neck. "No more slacking off now Kysuugi...I may have been down...but I'm far from out!"
He quickly changed clothes, grabbed his gear, and ran out the door, slamming it shut behind him.