1 The age does not heal the wounds [closed] Tue Apr 04, 2017 2:55 pm
Yamada Kegare
D-rank
He could feel the boys push him into the cage, hearing the laughter and cheering coming from them while they walked away. Just one of them remained next to the cage. The boy smiled and looked at something at the back of the cage. "This is what you get for annoying a member of the royal family."
Kegare woke up in his bed, the sheets drenched by his sweat and his entire body screaming in pain and agony. It was the same old dream, the same old problem that haunted him for over forty-five years now.
Despite the fact that he had grown, perhaps even gotten stronger, he could still feel the pain, the gnawing and crippling agony seering in his flesh and bones. Every morning his skin felt like it would be ripped apart like paper, his muscles felt like someone had just put an entire pack of razor blades in every single piece of flesh that he had and had forced him to walk a thousand miles with those in it.
He couldn't help himself but cry in silence, for he no longer screamed. No, he had learned to refrain from doing so, but the tears never stopped flowing, the pain was too much to bear.
The man was gritting his teeth, his breathing rushed and shallow, while every vein in his eyes seemed about ready to pop... the agony alone would've killed him if he didn't resist it. God knew how many times he had aimed to end his life.
He had almost hung himself, had considered slitting his wrists or in true fashion, dropped himself from a cliff near the village. Yet even so, he always managed to regain his sense of self, regain his pride and sheer determination not to give in to these wounds, these marks, this curse that had been so graceously placed upon him by that brat long ago.
That same brat had died a few years ago, though it comforted him at first, Kegare soon learned that he died by poison in a peaceful way, not in agony as Kegare had hoped for him.
Life was unfair and now age was being that way as well, Kegare had lost his chance to become more than just a simple low level member of his clan, just another run of the mill shinobi. His wounds had robbed him of his health, his own indecisiveness had robbed him of his past chances and that kid, that royal brat had robbed him from his life.
The man stood up from his bed, feeling something crackle under his feet.
When he looked down, he noticed the ground was covered by a fine layer of black and silver colored crystal. It seemed his nightmare had yet again triggered the power of his blood, forcing it to seep out in such an unsightly manner.
He didn't complain though, just walking towards his bathroom, trying to use a towel to wipe off his sweat. Yet when he flipped the switch of the lights, the flickering of the tubes made his appearance look ghostly and freakishly frightning in his mirror's reflection.
For a moment, Kegare looked shocked, his fingers tracing the ragged lines, the edges of his skin, the deep red, almost black flesh exposed by the gaping wounds that had never healed.
He stopped gritting his teeth, yet his tears did not end, in a heartbeat he flipped the switch of the lights off again, looking at the reflection in the mirror, with only the moon's light revealing the horror which was constantly hidden behind the smiling mask... Kegare started to chuckle and went back to bed.
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Kegare woke up in his bed, the sheets drenched by his sweat and his entire body screaming in pain and agony. It was the same old dream, the same old problem that haunted him for over forty-five years now.
Despite the fact that he had grown, perhaps even gotten stronger, he could still feel the pain, the gnawing and crippling agony seering in his flesh and bones. Every morning his skin felt like it would be ripped apart like paper, his muscles felt like someone had just put an entire pack of razor blades in every single piece of flesh that he had and had forced him to walk a thousand miles with those in it.
He couldn't help himself but cry in silence, for he no longer screamed. No, he had learned to refrain from doing so, but the tears never stopped flowing, the pain was too much to bear.
The man was gritting his teeth, his breathing rushed and shallow, while every vein in his eyes seemed about ready to pop... the agony alone would've killed him if he didn't resist it. God knew how many times he had aimed to end his life.
He had almost hung himself, had considered slitting his wrists or in true fashion, dropped himself from a cliff near the village. Yet even so, he always managed to regain his sense of self, regain his pride and sheer determination not to give in to these wounds, these marks, this curse that had been so graceously placed upon him by that brat long ago.
That same brat had died a few years ago, though it comforted him at first, Kegare soon learned that he died by poison in a peaceful way, not in agony as Kegare had hoped for him.
Life was unfair and now age was being that way as well, Kegare had lost his chance to become more than just a simple low level member of his clan, just another run of the mill shinobi. His wounds had robbed him of his health, his own indecisiveness had robbed him of his past chances and that kid, that royal brat had robbed him from his life.
The man stood up from his bed, feeling something crackle under his feet.
When he looked down, he noticed the ground was covered by a fine layer of black and silver colored crystal. It seemed his nightmare had yet again triggered the power of his blood, forcing it to seep out in such an unsightly manner.
He didn't complain though, just walking towards his bathroom, trying to use a towel to wipe off his sweat. Yet when he flipped the switch of the lights, the flickering of the tubes made his appearance look ghostly and freakishly frightning in his mirror's reflection.
For a moment, Kegare looked shocked, his fingers tracing the ragged lines, the edges of his skin, the deep red, almost black flesh exposed by the gaping wounds that had never healed.
He stopped gritting his teeth, yet his tears did not end, in a heartbeat he flipped the switch of the lights off again, looking at the reflection in the mirror, with only the moon's light revealing the horror which was constantly hidden behind the smiling mask... Kegare started to chuckle and went back to bed.
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