Watching the Sunset [Mino]

Age : 32 Posts : 276

A small sigh drifted through his pale lips, clothed back along the steel tiles of his roof, just above his assigned room in the area. It was the housing district at dusk, the sunset lowering upon the horizon of the mist all around. the cool air kept his body from overheating and causing a sadistic incline of his emotions, which helped him a lot. From relaxing, it made it a little better to not go out on a rampage and slaughter a few hundred innocent people, not like it would matter to anyone really. His white hair drifted along the tiles below him, careful not to get caught between, staring up at the blue skies above him, not a cloud in the area. A gentle smile was along his lips, arms along the rooftop beside him, sprawled out to just let his body take in the cold air. It was still considered daytime, so he could be out if he wished. The sun was drawing close to the end of the horizon, just disappearing from view.

It reminded him so much of when the last time he watched the sunset, a few years ago in the village. It was just a time to be himself and happy, watching the greatness that nature had to offer for the view. Birds were flying to their nests in trees a half mile or so away, getting ready to sleep for the night, little critters taking their food into their little homes and to make sure they had enough for their whatever. Only to close his black hues, he leaned his head back, facing the sky above. The two mechanisms he had attached to his wrists and arms were still there, patting along the tiles. Call it being a collected overprotective being, but he always had those things on, when not, it was just to clean and maintenance them.

Maybe it would be too long until he saw any more of his clan out there, maybe too long before it would be too late to see any of them ever again. He was a clan member who couldn't do his own line's Kekkei, not yet anyway. Thinking thoughts haven't of been thought in so long, made him feel comfortable with himself once more. It was about time it had happened, thoughts returning when needed. It was quite the sunset for him to relax within. The calm air, the non-violent atmosphere of the housing district, it made living here not so bad, the only place where he didn't have to annihilate every living being in one particular area of war or battle. The only place where he didn't have to be a demon with a human face, hiding his demonic and dark aura from the sight of mankind. He just wondered what the other ninja thought of him, as anything other than a killing machine.

Age : 28 Posts : 173

It was a solemn day, the sunset hung off the horizon like drapes off a curtain pole, but yet it felt different. He'd seen the sunset a lot of times, and it always felt the same until now. He didn't look into it, instead, he put his hands in his pockets and walked around the village, hoping to find something fun or interesting to do, with no avail. Coming along the last few houses he noticed a man, around chuunin so he wasn't much older than him obviously. He just sat there, his white hair glistened and fell without a regret, but it didn't seem to bother him. He was looking at the horizon, smiling. Obviously it was different for him too, it was beautiful. He did a small, quick jump and ended on the roof just a few houses down. The other man was happy, he didn't want to interrupt his moment.

It was obvious it meant a completely different thing to Turai than it did to the other man, he did, after all, watch the sunset a whole different amount of times, but it looked as though the Chuunin hadn't watched it in years. Turai smiled, and just looked into the sunset again. He felt peaceful, happy. And then he figured out the reason it was different; the Chuunin was a fighting machine, ideal for killing and was always out on the brink of death, never in the village. It must have been years since he watched a sunset. He looked down to his arm, and noticed two very large, and by the looks of it, very heavy pieces of machinery on his arm. However he got them, he didn't want to know. Machinery was interesting, but only if it was for puppets. He looked up, there was still a tinge of blue in the sky but it was being overcome with the red from the sun, bouncing off the clouds. It looked absolutely amazing, especially since the red then bounced into the water and made the water look red and white.

Turai laid down, putting his hands under his head for a pillow and just stared up at the sky. It was honestly magnificent, he loved it. It made him wish it was like this everyday; and then he wondered, what if there was a village hidden in sunset? He read about different villages and that not every village had ever been found, but before long the thought was out of his mind, the sunset had almost gone away and yet, the red still danced around the clouds like it lived there. It began to sprinkle rain quietly, but no part of him cared. He didn't want to move, no, he couldn't move. The colours seem to have him stuck there like a trance, a trance he didn't want to leave.He smiled, the rain dripped happily onto his face but yet, he didn't care. his brown-blonde hair fell onto the roof tiles and probably made his hoodie dirty, but he honestly didn't mind.

He was happy, and he smiled as the sun fell behind the horizon, making the red disappear completely. It got dark quickly, and Turai saw the man stay there. He walked over the roofs and sat next to him, still looking at the sky as the stars came out. Hello. I'm Turai. You? he smiled, happy. He was cautious of the blades on his arms, they looked quite dangerous and hence, didn't touch them. The man looked sterile, tame even, but the blades on his arms gave a little atmosphere to the area, but still, Turai stayed there, hoping for an answer from the man.

Age : 32 Posts : 276

The very brink of red light through the skies began to fade into darkness, the cold air starting to set over the area, the mist amplifying the cooling effect along his exposed flesh. Darkness began to grow through his breath before leaning up, the notice of a genin nearby, staring up at him within his black hues. He narrowed his hues so softly before standing, his hair pressing down along his shoulders, his arms dangling along his sides. The mark of Kiri was somewhere on the male, making him some sort of ally, but still hardly to be trusted. Slowly speaking in his dark voice, he said aloud:

“Mazen Kazura.”

Once the very introduction to the man was before him, he raised his right palm upwards, the mechanism following while the palm latched onto the left elbow of his being. As interesting as it was, he really didn't like being outside at night unless he was on a search and kill mission. Slowly inching his foot away from the male, it looked like he was trying to escape, having his room just below. Slowly moving down to the balcony of his room's door, he quickly opened the door, ran in and closed the sliding door, sliding the curtains over the glass thing. Only to quickly move to sit along his bed, trying to get the cold air off of his flesh, rubbing his left arm so softly within his right hand. Being in a chilled air made him... Very unreasonable.

Shifting himself so slightly, he stared at his door so softly, making sure the signature of chakra wasn't there, shifting his hues once more, the warmth of his room cooling down his dark intentions. Swallowing once, he slowly closed his black hues, white hair falling over his eyes. His room was a compacted room, hardly anything in it besides sets of clothes, ninja tools, and leftover food he was expecting to eat soon enough. There was his bed he was sitting on, a basic sized bed for just himself, the blanket being of a black color, one pillow and a lamp on the end table beside the head of the bed. A clock was there as well, In front of the lamp. It said 21:00 on it, not a minute afterwards. Ninja weren't allowed to have many things electronic except for basic necessities, such as time, radio communication and whatnot, but, he was just another ninja.

Age : 28 Posts : 173

Turai just smiled. The rain dripped happily down on his face as he lay on the roof, noticeably getting wet. He didn't care, obviously. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, only to see his new acquaintance looking unhappy, and overly evil. He didn't listen intently, but he made out the words the other person said. “Mazen Kazura.” To this, he stopped smiling. The Kazura clan was something he had read about in previous history books. They were a mysterious clan, who, according to folk legend, had wings, and were sadistic. That always seemed to pinch a nerve in Turai. Sadistic people were never his favourite, they never really seemed to enjoy having people near them, and since Turai was friendly and clingy to friends, it was like having an alternative ego.

He just didn't really care when he arm raised, and ended up having little interest in him by the time he left. He assumed he had a reason, and by the way he rushed inside, it seemed like a good one. Maybe he was sick of Turai and his little need of speech, or maybe he just didn't like the cold? Either way, it bugged Turai little, and ended up just dropping off the ledge of the house and starting his journey down the road.

Because it was raining, there were very little - if any, actually - people out, leaving Turai alone once again. He didn't mind, he could easily fend for himself, but the thought of being alone in such a big area seemed to bug him still. It was a fair distance from his house and because of that, the feeling just kept crowding him. He picked up a slow jog, trying to make his body warm up because the rain was beginning to get colder than usual.

Before long, he was sweating and nearing his house. As the lights flickered on he smiled, he knew his parents were going to have his head for this, but he didn't honestly care. The feeling disappeared, he was happy as his parents stepped outside, appearing to know that he was home. But yet, he couldn't help but wonder .. What was happening with Mazen, his new profound Acquaintence?

Age : 32 Posts : 276

A dark pulse came through his being when he set his right hand along his chest, over his beating heart. He didn't even know he had one until he finally set his palm there. Small beats were felt through the flesh and bone, knowing he was alive. A few little swallows of excess saliva were drawn into his throat. The warmth of the room was well enough to settle his senses down enough to where he wouldn't feel that urge for a bit. His breathing settled in his lungs, breathing in and out through his nose, which brushed against his upper lip with a feeling-less breeze. Black hues closed quietly enough to allow darkness to flood his pupils, white hair brushing back against his being as he settled down on his rectangle bed. The room was dead silent, even for the tapping of rain to pour onto the metal shingles above, and on the window above his bed.

A crack of thunder roared overhead. It wasn't too uncommon for storms, but a thunderstorm was a lullaby to him. His history depicted of hell-ridden acts of insanity and bloodshed, burning villages and slaughtering countless people for the kicks or for a mission. Although also describes tragedy and annihilation through hell. His dream for that night would be somewhat peaceful, something more along the lines of killing things for a mission. A small smirk laid across his lips as soon as his consciousness faded out, the dormant part of his brain entertaining itself with memories or made-up parts of his imagination. There was no blanket over him, just hands placed together over his chest, laid flat on the bed. Head on his pillow with the occasional murr that escaped through his lips as he slept soundly. Winds pushed along his fingers, having no avail when it tried to move inwards. Only small cracks in the door let cold bits move in, making the warm air turn cold for seconds at a time.

His white hair moved slightly when he slept, chest moving upwards and down slowly with the breathing through his nose. His nose filtered the air as he moved through, slowly letting his breathe easier.

-[Exit]-