1 Until we meet again (Private/NK) Thu Mar 24, 2016 4:53 pm
Tenmei
D-rank
She could tell she was being followed
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As soon as the young female crossed the border in to the peak coated land of Kumogakure, she knew they would be following. Those ashen faced creatures with their silent footsteps gliding over stone, scattering rubble over the cliff side. Climbing. looking, searching with their hands, eyes, thoughts, grasping for some form of reasoning of why this stranger would be trespassing on their land. What was she carrying? Where was she going? How far would the let the woman creep in before they barricaded her path? What was stopping them? Why now?.... Why? It didn't matter. The Sotsuji didn't know and she was certainly beyond caring. Whether they continued to stalk the silent female or start readying their attacks like cautious soldiers, the special jounin carried on. With her steely silver gaze, peering sharp from behind the mask, out towards the road before her and the heavy black cloak protecting the delicate cargo in her free hand; Tenmei Sotsuji made her way to the place where the dead lay in hopes to be remembered... to the place where her friend and ally had been put to rest for the final time. The Arbiter's ground... To him.
"If you have something you want from me...." The female said quietly to the world around her. Her stern voice almost cracking from the strain. As if she had been crying....screaming though no one would have heard a thing.
"Then be swift and say so. or leave me be. My business here will not take long"
Some say, that there are a few levels to grief. Tenmei had experienced them enough to know that it was true. First, it was the heart stabbing shock. The news that hit so hard, and so fast and so painful that it doesn't feel real. You are just imagining it. Its not true. It must not be...sure. But then again.... why would cause yourself such agony by making this up. What did you do? And then you get angry. You get so furious at the world, at other people, at them that you feel like you are going to explode. But that is nothing compared to the hate that you feel towards yourself.... and the choices you made. The amount of loss that could be spared if one tiny little seemingly insignificant thing changed' then it never would have happened. If you were there. If they were here. If you stayed. Well... there was no changing it now. It happened. They are gone. And you are all alone. You just had to accept it.
Tenmei had to accept it.
It was not easy. The walk from Suna. Traversing through desert and mountains, watching as the sand below her feet hardened in to stone... before giving way to water and steep inclines. And yet, she barely rested. Her body was tired, her mind exhausted but her feet just kept carrying her on wards. So though she may have been too tired to fight, to argue and run away from the feeling of being watched; Tenmei would keep walking until she was standing in front of the neatly engraved tombstone, flowers in hand, hidden tears stinging back of her eyes. And the weighted burden of accepting fate hanging with the coat around her shoulders. Only then, would she choose to rest before leaving this place. This chillingly familiar place. All the surrounding clouds, the pale foggy bite to the air. It reminded her of a home she would rather forget. The young female wasn't ready to be here yet. The Sotsuji would complete her task and leave.
And so, with repeating thoughts clouding her mind, the female would continue on. One foot after the other, step by step following only her instincts... her memories until she reached the place she had only visited once before. And it had not changed. The arena was still sitting there empty, anxiously awaiting the next event. Tomb stone from times long before she was born scattered about the area. The carvings, the statues, the vast contrast between the newly buried and the long since rotted. One by one she passed them by, searching for the only name she would recognize. Genko, Binsu. Her traveling companion, her ally.... her friend.
And there he was. It happened all over again.
Those same set of stages flashed through her system so fast that for just a second, the female lost control. Her heat slipped just enough that the stems in her hand browned at the tips... that the air around her rippled with a flash of unexplained heat. The special jounin couldn't hold it in too much longer. Seeing the disturbed ground, yet to settle, the name still crisp in the stone. The near withered flowers still resting at its base.... memories flooded her mind and she reached in to her cloak to place the desert lilies with the others before they were burned away.
All that was left... was the goodbye. But the words never came.
Instead she looked up and around her, the snowy white of the mask almost glowing beneath the shadows of her hooded cloak. The voice that then followed, was so strained, so tired and fractured that she barely recognized it has hers. And it was speaking different words. Maybe she wasn't ready to say her goodbyes just yet....
"You have some nerve.... I will ask once more. Show yourself or leave me be. I am not in the mood to fight. So just.... what do you want?"
And then leave me alone.
Alone
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"If you have something you want from me...." The female said quietly to the world around her. Her stern voice almost cracking from the strain. As if she had been crying....screaming though no one would have heard a thing.
"Then be swift and say so. or leave me be. My business here will not take long"
Some say, that there are a few levels to grief. Tenmei had experienced them enough to know that it was true. First, it was the heart stabbing shock. The news that hit so hard, and so fast and so painful that it doesn't feel real. You are just imagining it. Its not true. It must not be...sure. But then again.... why would cause yourself such agony by making this up. What did you do? And then you get angry. You get so furious at the world, at other people, at them that you feel like you are going to explode. But that is nothing compared to the hate that you feel towards yourself.... and the choices you made. The amount of loss that could be spared if one tiny little seemingly insignificant thing changed' then it never would have happened. If you were there. If they were here. If you stayed. Well... there was no changing it now. It happened. They are gone. And you are all alone. You just had to accept it.
Tenmei had to accept it.
It was not easy. The walk from Suna. Traversing through desert and mountains, watching as the sand below her feet hardened in to stone... before giving way to water and steep inclines. And yet, she barely rested. Her body was tired, her mind exhausted but her feet just kept carrying her on wards. So though she may have been too tired to fight, to argue and run away from the feeling of being watched; Tenmei would keep walking until she was standing in front of the neatly engraved tombstone, flowers in hand, hidden tears stinging back of her eyes. And the weighted burden of accepting fate hanging with the coat around her shoulders. Only then, would she choose to rest before leaving this place. This chillingly familiar place. All the surrounding clouds, the pale foggy bite to the air. It reminded her of a home she would rather forget. The young female wasn't ready to be here yet. The Sotsuji would complete her task and leave.
And so, with repeating thoughts clouding her mind, the female would continue on. One foot after the other, step by step following only her instincts... her memories until she reached the place she had only visited once before. And it had not changed. The arena was still sitting there empty, anxiously awaiting the next event. Tomb stone from times long before she was born scattered about the area. The carvings, the statues, the vast contrast between the newly buried and the long since rotted. One by one she passed them by, searching for the only name she would recognize. Genko, Binsu. Her traveling companion, her ally.... her friend.
And there he was. It happened all over again.
Those same set of stages flashed through her system so fast that for just a second, the female lost control. Her heat slipped just enough that the stems in her hand browned at the tips... that the air around her rippled with a flash of unexplained heat. The special jounin couldn't hold it in too much longer. Seeing the disturbed ground, yet to settle, the name still crisp in the stone. The near withered flowers still resting at its base.... memories flooded her mind and she reached in to her cloak to place the desert lilies with the others before they were burned away.
All that was left... was the goodbye. But the words never came.
Instead she looked up and around her, the snowy white of the mask almost glowing beneath the shadows of her hooded cloak. The voice that then followed, was so strained, so tired and fractured that she barely recognized it has hers. And it was speaking different words. Maybe she wasn't ready to say her goodbyes just yet....
"You have some nerve.... I will ask once more. Show yourself or leave me be. I am not in the mood to fight. So just.... what do you want?"
And then leave me alone.
Alone
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Words:938