Post by XENNETH HARUSAGI on Mar 24, 2011 16:54:00 GMT -5
“They stare and gawk until they realize the truth,
That there’s a demon behind this little smile…”
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Assassination…
The word had played backwards in his mind, over and over from the very moment he had heard it. From the very moment that her gentle pink lips whispered the word with a carefree smile that was beyond the usual lack of humanity, and a coy speck of innocence that shown with a lift of the index finger, he could remember his cries. All of them had gone unanswered and all he could hear were details that were complex and beyond a child’s understanding. He had asked again, three times, cries that were muffled by a strong feminine hand and tears that ran across cold fingers, and he had gotten the same answer.
What was he to do? All he could think about was the sound of his sister’s voice as she had given him his final orders, the last thing he would be able to do within the East Kingdom: Go home, pack your clothes, then take a long deserved dip into the hot springs; it relaxed the soul.
Xenneth Harusagi was always like that; a gentle soul. Certainly not ready for the ninja world, he had only been pushed with his abilities and blood. Now that he thought about it, what was his attachment to the East Kingdom? He could not even replay it by memory. He had to think about it over thoroughly as his body was ran over by a trickling warmth of a sensation and his eyes closed hiding those blue irises that were piping with tears from the steam. As he laid back and relaxed his long violet hair and toweled lower body, he had let the memories come rushing back with that warmth.
Oh! He certainly would miss this!
The feelings of the hot springs were something he was particularly accustomed to. He could remember every day spent after the sweaty long drawn out mornings and noon that followed at being a ninja; not a very good one as noted, but nevertheless a ninja. He had no skills, no interests, and no specialties! If anything, he could only remember people urging him on from the higher ups because they said they did not want his talents to go to waste! Some freedom that was…six years younger than the prodigy of the East Kingdom’s last inherited Harusagi Clan member, and he had not even scratch the surface of being anything close to his sister Mikaru.
Mikaru Haruasgi…she was a true genius! She had brains, beauty, and was the envy of the village! When boys saw her walk into the school to teach a class as a Chuunin, they would throw their chairs for her to sit in and, somehow, forget to remove themselves from within them. No one could throw a ninja tool like her, mostly because she had a flirtatious flare as she used her chikan-techniques to perversely let her skirt fly upward. She was a shameless, perverse ninja that everyone had secretly admired for genius and skill, but later, scorned two years later because of one dastardly trait: she was a traitor!
The Harusagi Clan’s name had been shamed, Xenneth Harusagi had been thought too pathetic to even be able to be the next honoree or expectation. He was not even average or a little better than the terrible guy! It was surprising, for so long, that someone who was terrible at being a ninja could even hide the fact that he sneaked away from the village often and spoke to his sister for the past two years. However, this particular day, he wished he had not sneaked away and rendezvous with her to talk about the orders from the clan’s uppers. At times like this he just cursed everything!
He cursed the contract, he cursed his demonic blood that had existed within him, even though dormant until the seal was lifted by special permission, and he cursed that he was born in the first place considering he stayed isolated within the shadows. He could not “hang out” nor could he go experience “conversation” with anyone but the Rabbits. He loved Usakiri-senpai, but he would have loved even more to make real friends that had flesh; not that he ever had the chance, but seriously, it was hard saying “hello!” There was the “h” the “e” then the “l-l-o” and someone with his weak constitution and years of anti-social awkwardness, it was like trying to squeeze the actual letters the size of your fists from your throat!
Ready or not, it could not be helped. The blue irises showed themselves as he gazed overhead to the moon that hovered above the soothing hot spring. They captured the image of the lunar glow, and even though it was just for a second, Xenneth could feel a primal feeling wash over him just gazing at the hypnotic lunar beacon. He had made no gains as a ninja or as a person as long as he spent his years in the East Kingdom and certainly none as a person to say that he had “enough.” His will weak and subjugated to a simple aged sheet of paper with blood seal promise and ignorance that he drowned in, he was forced to face the dilemma of that later night…
…the Harusagi Family would have to take the blame for an attempted assassination on the Tsuikage.
However, for now, Xenneth just wanted to relax like he was told to.
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“…then they just want to give it a hug!”
[/font][/center]“…then they just want to give it a hug!”
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