1 Dove's that dance in the moon's light as black feathers bleed red. [Contract] Sat Mar 31, 2018 2:37 pm
Kaito_Kuroba
D-rank
It was a beautiful night with the moon shining in the sky like a goddess sitting on her throne and her subjects, the stars, standing loyally at her side. The wind whistled through the trees surrounding Konoha and the animals scurried to the ground or flew high into the sky as a man in white rushed through the trees. Lights blared in his direction, but forever missing and the man’s face stretched into a crescent moon grin. And with an echoing laugh the man disappeared with a puff as he disguised himself as one of his pursuers, his boon in his pocket. Luckily, as the man always is, these pursuers did not know each other enough to realize that one has been switched as the thief.
A disappointed sigh that barely made a sound, but every pursuer knew, disappeared into the swirling wind. The men started to walk back to Konoha as they saw no reason to unnecessarily expel anymore energy. It was a long trek home and right before they entered the thief drifted off to enter Konoha on his own. He jumped over the wall and landed in a white suit with a white cape trailing up and flapped in the wind as it rested on his back. The thief stood and strolled behind a building to an aging man.
The aging man jumped and ran over to the thief, “Kaito-bocchama! I’m so sorry~! When you left the perimeter I didn’t know what to do!” The aging man fell to his knees before his Bocchama, Kaito Kuroba. Kaito’s face turned from cocky to worry as he pulled the aging man up. “Jii-chan! Stop that already, you really shouldn’t be doing that in your age!” Jii-chan let his ‘master’ pull him up still sullen.
“But, but I promised your father I would keep you safe!” Kaito sighed as he and Jii-chan walked to the aging man's bar. Toichi Kuroba was the greatest magician on earth. Kaito distinctly remembers the way his father spoke, the way he laughed, how he’d react. Like he never left, like he never died because those men purposely messed with his father’s preparations for a trick and the trick blew up, causing his death.
Kaito clutched his mouth in silent anger and motionlessly shook the thoughts away. Kaito took notice of Jii’s bar up ahead and quickly changed into a simple black kimono that accentuated his slim waist, broad shoulders, and smoothed out his otherwise powerful looking legs. Jii waited at the mouth of the alleyway and followed next to Kaito into the light and through the doors of the bar. The bar was of average size with a bar table to the right with varying drinks behind, and groups of tables and chairs sat in front of the bar. And to the left two pool tables with the pool sticks on the wall.
The lights above bounced off of Kaito’s chocolate brown birds-nest of hair and reflected in his sky blue eyes. Jii went behind the bar table and Kaito sat on a stool in front.
A disappointed sigh that barely made a sound, but every pursuer knew, disappeared into the swirling wind. The men started to walk back to Konoha as they saw no reason to unnecessarily expel anymore energy. It was a long trek home and right before they entered the thief drifted off to enter Konoha on his own. He jumped over the wall and landed in a white suit with a white cape trailing up and flapped in the wind as it rested on his back. The thief stood and strolled behind a building to an aging man.
The aging man jumped and ran over to the thief, “Kaito-bocchama! I’m so sorry~! When you left the perimeter I didn’t know what to do!” The aging man fell to his knees before his Bocchama, Kaito Kuroba. Kaito’s face turned from cocky to worry as he pulled the aging man up. “Jii-chan! Stop that already, you really shouldn’t be doing that in your age!” Jii-chan let his ‘master’ pull him up still sullen.
“But, but I promised your father I would keep you safe!” Kaito sighed as he and Jii-chan walked to the aging man's bar. Toichi Kuroba was the greatest magician on earth. Kaito distinctly remembers the way his father spoke, the way he laughed, how he’d react. Like he never left, like he never died because those men purposely messed with his father’s preparations for a trick and the trick blew up, causing his death.
Kaito clutched his mouth in silent anger and motionlessly shook the thoughts away. Kaito took notice of Jii’s bar up ahead and quickly changed into a simple black kimono that accentuated his slim waist, broad shoulders, and smoothed out his otherwise powerful looking legs. Jii waited at the mouth of the alleyway and followed next to Kaito into the light and through the doors of the bar. The bar was of average size with a bar table to the right with varying drinks behind, and groups of tables and chairs sat in front of the bar. And to the left two pool tables with the pool sticks on the wall.
The lights above bounced off of Kaito’s chocolate brown birds-nest of hair and reflected in his sky blue eyes. Jii went behind the bar table and Kaito sat on a stool in front.
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