Death of an Artistic Family

[Byouki Nara]

A soft hum, tinkled down over the edge of a near-by terrace. Young Daisuke, tucked away in his usual spot. Lounging over the entrance of the Item Shop. Bored out of his Gored. It had been quite a Hellish, afternoon. The young boy had been told to train. That's all he ever did... Train, train, train. The missions had been coming in rather slow. As it were, he lived a rather boring life. One, he had been living for sixteen years. There was hardly any excitement in this dull shell of a life. The only thing that had been worthy of excitement, had been his day of graduation. At that time, he remembered thinking. From that point forward, his life would be filled with excitement. Grouping with other Gennin of the Village. Heading out into thick forests and dangerous waters with Comrades. It was a but a romantic's dream.

"I wish... My life had turned out better."

A soft tap, fill the child's ear. His eye open, looking up into the sky. The boy saw nothing. Just as he had seen all of his life. Nothing except the depressing gaze of Mist. Another tap, filled his ear. As a small raindrop patted down against his cheek. Slowly, raising from the terrace. His hand came to brush away the droplet of rain. "It's going to Rain?" He questioned, though it feel upon deaf ears. As it did, always. Shifting around the terrace, Daisuke wiggled away from the embrace of the fabric. Sliding down onto the street. Drawing the hood of his sweatshirt over his head. As rain began to pour down upon the young boy. It wasn't a light sprinkle, nor a light drizzle. It was a powerful downpour. As if the sky, had suddenly began to cry. It was the beginning of a powerful string of events.

"I feel like crying... too."

The light tap of the child's sandals click upon the wet village street. With his head held low, Daisuke made the journey home. Braving the emotions of the sky. Rain soaked the child's clothing. Adding pounds to water filled clothing. It matched that of his mood. Life at home... It was not going smoothly. The boy's father had been getting mixed up a rather dark crowed. They adventured out into the streets at night. Gambling away their hopes and dreams in a game of dice. His father would come home, drunk. His pockets empty. Wasting away the few Ryo, the struggling artist had obtained. From there, their troubles only seem to grow. The family found themselves facing eviction. Without any missions, Daisuke hadn't the Ryo to help out the family. This was but the calm of the storm? Would they survive life on the street? The family knew not of their future.

"I don't want to go home..."

The journey home, had been short... Though, it was sweet. He was able to reflect upon his life. The boy reached for the handle on the door. At that moment, a loud crackle of thunder rip through the sky. It's frightening roar echoed through out the Village's homes and buildings... As if it were telling the boy not to enter. Slowly, twisting the knob. The door open. His eye lifted to peer inside of the home. It settle upon the toes of his mother. At eye height. Slowly, rolling up her legs, over her body, then upon her face... A rope had been tied around her neck. A twisted and horrifying face, now grasp that once beautiful face. That shapely body swing from the rafter, over the front door. Thoughts, Signals, Words began to fill the boy's mind. As a sudden urge to vomit, poured out from between his lips. The contents of his stomach, lay splattered across the floor.. "Mom..." He coughed, between the utter filth draining from his stomach.

"I don't want to live anymore..."

At the hem of her skirt. A note rest. It read, "I'm sorry". The boy could not forgive her... For such a deed? Yet, sorrow fill his heart. Tears lay poised upon his cheeks. An uneasy filling began to stir within his stomach. "Don't leave me..." He whispered, between sobs. His hand found the hilt, of the blade nesseled at his side. Grasping the handle, with but the strength of his anger. Raising the sword from it's sheath... The boy raised the sword into the air. Hilt pointed toward the sky. Blade hovering above his stomach. "I don't want to live without you..." He sobbed. With a sudden jerk. The length of the blade bury into the boy's stomach. Blood poured from the open wound. Spilling down upon his knees. Splashing across the floor. Slowly, blood began to fill his mouth. Pouring outward between those slender lips.

"Goodnight."

The child's form drop forward onto the floor. A crimson ocean wash across the entrance of their home. The family's sorrow stain the 'Welcome Mat' in blood. They existed, no more...

[Rikuto !]

Senith would be walking down the street as he heard a loud Male scream/son. Senith would rip a kunai from his belt and charge towards the noise. He couldn't hear any fighting of any kind, be he deffinintly heard a scream. As he reached the next street he looked around for some sort of attacker, there was no-one, it was empty. Seniyth bagan to walk away, he walked 10 meters before glancing down, seeing he was leaving footprints of blood.

Senith would gasp to himself in shock then look back at the train, searching for the origion. He found it, there was blood leaking out under a door. Senith picked up speed anc charged at the door. The Giant slammed his shoulder into the heavy wooden door, sending it flying off its hinges. He would enter the room a meter before seeing the hanging woman, he scanned the room for a sign of life, he found none, he didn't notice the boy on the floor.

He would run upstrais quickly, searching for ana ttacker incase it was a faked suicide. He found no-one, As he began to walk back to the stairs he thought to himself, he could ahve sworn it was a male scream. It wasn't until Senith began to decend the stairs that he noticed, his team-mate, Diakukue, dead. The boy was laying on the floor with a gaping wound in his chest, a Knife near by. Senith's first instince was murder, the he noticed there was no blood on the palm of one of the boys hands, were he may ahve held the knife. The woman may ahve been his mother. After several minuted of thinking Senith decided, Double Suicide. He knew he should have checked if Daisukue was alive, but there was no point, he was dead and there was no doubt in that, so Why disturb the dead?

Senith would stand there and look down on his fallen friend. He had only met him once but they were still team-mates and Senith felt pain at his loss. A look of sadness took over senith's face. He slowly raised his had to the base of his neck, down to his belt, over his heart and over his right pectorial (Forming a Cross). He would speak quietly, almost a whisper, "Rest In Peace"