-- arbitrary.

[Umehara]

"Gather the essentials. I have no use for materialistic whims.

Once inside his abode, the Uchiha and his dual set of clones quickly began to work. The mind raced faster than it normally had; the only place he could remember its swift processes like this was on the battlefield. There was no adrenaline rush - only the dormant sadness within at the thought of Kouketsu's destruction. It had been so long since he was able to have contact with anyone in the same manner that he'd had it with Kou. To come and go as one pleased, to be able to confide in another without the consequence of betrayal or judgement. These were the things that Tsukuyomi thirsted for. He'd managed to keep Ekirei at bay for the evening, not even allowing the memories of Iggy and her child to burden the task at hand.

The Red Queen blade, as well as his other armaments, were packed away tightly into moderately sized bags. Hoisted over their shoulders, there was naught but the unnecessary that lingered on the walls and rooms.

It was time for a new setting. The faint smell of blood that Mist had did nothing to atone for what Atsuhiro had endured. The Uchiha had finally found a place to rest his head...and it had only been a matter of time before the temple and his family were cursed. Was it destined for all that he loved to know pain and a gruesome demise? Even marital bonds had been broken because of Mizu No Kuni. The sheer thought of it caused the shinobi's teeth to bear down one upon the other.

He'd had enough.

...But it would not have brought him any closer to satisfaction to set Mist's land ablaze. He had not harmed a single grain of sand upon Suna's territory. He would allow this "world" the same pleasantry. Slipping his ANBU mask once more over his features, Atsuhiro and his brethren opened the door and departed into the mist once more. He would have to act quickly, or suffer casualties in the wake of his departure. There were no happy memories left in Kirigakure - only the fruitless whim to turn back the hands of time and give Kouketsu and his family their freedom back.

His life would start anew...if the hands of time would allow it.

Sighing deeply, the sound of footsteps grew faint as the house once more grew quiet.

[. Exit]