1 For Those Without Graves... [ Serah | Hatako | Ask to join | NK ] Thu Jun 02, 2016 2:31 am
Ginza
D-rank
As he walked out of his apartment Ginza could already tell that this was going to be a long day wearing day. He’d gotten up at his normal time, before the birds even began chirping. showered, had breakfast, and trained for an hour while the sun finally decided to rise. But in the process of this he’d stubbed his toe tripping over a book, run into a door, and nearly fallen down the stairs. It was disgruntling and left him wounded ego, but at least no one had seen how clumsy he had been this morning and he couldn’t feel whatever pain there was. Still. as he was usually so careful about the way that he appeared to others it would have frustrated him if there had anyone to witness what he had been doing.
Still even if the world seemed to be against him today, he wasn’t going to let it get the better of him. He had things to do today. Honestly, they were things that he would prefer not to do, but they were things that he was going to do all the same. It was the right and respectful thing to do, and he made sure to do it every couple of months… even if it wasn’t actually the place that he should do it, since it wasn’t really their graves. Not really. But it worked.
Giving a soft sigh he closed the door to his apartment behind him and began his walk to the flower shop, one hand in one of the pouches on his belt, rolling around a coin in his fingers. It was the money that he’d be using to pay for the flowers that he was going to get. Flowers, that if he remembered correctly had been his mother’s favorites, mixed with a few others that he knew people from the temple he had lived most of his life in would have liked. Really, it always turned into quite a colorful bunch when it was finished by the florist.
He arrived at the florist’s shop just at it was opening, slipping inside and moving up to the front, with his order listed on a sheet of paper as always. He didn’t really feel like speaking that many words in a shop for flowers, why should he? So the florist was one of the people who thought that he was a mute, but he didn’t mind. It was his usual order that she probably cared about, and the money he spent on them rather than him as an individual. So, here he was, handing her the note with the order, and the money all at once. They’d done this enough that they both knew exactly what flowers he wanted and how much it was, but he still gave the note. He didn’t want a mistake. Not today.
Once the flowers were ready and placed into his arms, he gave the florist a nod before departing hand heading in the direction of the honored shinobi monument. It was still early in the morning and the village was just waking up, but that was the way that Ginza liked it. Especially when he was going to visit the monument or the cemetery. It was quiet.
And there it was, in front of him, a pristine white stone tower. He sighed, moving towards it and placing the flowers down ever so gently on it. Before putting his hands together and leaning forwards in a bow. He wasn’t a particularly religious person, but after living in a temple after his parents were killed, he’d picked up some things. He knew when paying respects there were other things that he should do, but at a monument he wasn’t going to do them. He could do those at the shrine that he’d made in his little apartment. So here he was simply saying a prayer in his own mind to those he missed, most of whom he knew didn’t have a grave.
This monument would be their grave from now on, Ginza had decided, when he arrived in Konoha again a few years ago when he had been twenty. It was as good as any, even if they hadn’t all been shinobi. It didn’t matter. This was a place to pay respect. He opened his eyes and straightened up before reaching forward and putting his hand on the smooth stone. He wished he could feel how cool it was beneath his hand, but it didn’t matter. This was fine.
“Rest well, my friends…” He murmured under his breath, and then he was moving away from the monument and to one of the trees surrounding the monument. He’d stay for a while just to think and watch the monument. So he climbed up the tree and proceeded to while away the time from a sturdy branch, watching the monument as people came and went.
WC: 836
Still even if the world seemed to be against him today, he wasn’t going to let it get the better of him. He had things to do today. Honestly, they were things that he would prefer not to do, but they were things that he was going to do all the same. It was the right and respectful thing to do, and he made sure to do it every couple of months… even if it wasn’t actually the place that he should do it, since it wasn’t really their graves. Not really. But it worked.
Giving a soft sigh he closed the door to his apartment behind him and began his walk to the flower shop, one hand in one of the pouches on his belt, rolling around a coin in his fingers. It was the money that he’d be using to pay for the flowers that he was going to get. Flowers, that if he remembered correctly had been his mother’s favorites, mixed with a few others that he knew people from the temple he had lived most of his life in would have liked. Really, it always turned into quite a colorful bunch when it was finished by the florist.
He arrived at the florist’s shop just at it was opening, slipping inside and moving up to the front, with his order listed on a sheet of paper as always. He didn’t really feel like speaking that many words in a shop for flowers, why should he? So the florist was one of the people who thought that he was a mute, but he didn’t mind. It was his usual order that she probably cared about, and the money he spent on them rather than him as an individual. So, here he was, handing her the note with the order, and the money all at once. They’d done this enough that they both knew exactly what flowers he wanted and how much it was, but he still gave the note. He didn’t want a mistake. Not today.
Once the flowers were ready and placed into his arms, he gave the florist a nod before departing hand heading in the direction of the honored shinobi monument. It was still early in the morning and the village was just waking up, but that was the way that Ginza liked it. Especially when he was going to visit the monument or the cemetery. It was quiet.
And there it was, in front of him, a pristine white stone tower. He sighed, moving towards it and placing the flowers down ever so gently on it. Before putting his hands together and leaning forwards in a bow. He wasn’t a particularly religious person, but after living in a temple after his parents were killed, he’d picked up some things. He knew when paying respects there were other things that he should do, but at a monument he wasn’t going to do them. He could do those at the shrine that he’d made in his little apartment. So here he was simply saying a prayer in his own mind to those he missed, most of whom he knew didn’t have a grave.
This monument would be their grave from now on, Ginza had decided, when he arrived in Konoha again a few years ago when he had been twenty. It was as good as any, even if they hadn’t all been shinobi. It didn’t matter. This was a place to pay respect. He opened his eyes and straightened up before reaching forward and putting his hand on the smooth stone. He wished he could feel how cool it was beneath his hand, but it didn’t matter. This was fine.
“Rest well, my friends…” He murmured under his breath, and then he was moving away from the monument and to one of the trees surrounding the monument. He’d stay for a while just to think and watch the monument. So he climbed up the tree and proceeded to while away the time from a sturdy branch, watching the monument as people came and went.
WC: 836