The last game(Suicide)

Age : 29 Posts : 766

The boneyard. A dreary place, where heros and villians of kiri alike find their final memories of life, Kuro thought as he found himself inside the strange and forebording place. He felt afraid, yet welcomed by the foggy allure of everything he hated. Evil, darkness. Kirigakure was the true represent, and he would resent and represent a hero, or so he would have believed himself long ago. He sighed, the images of a peaceful world he craved for, something he longed for, something that couldn't be reached with the effort of even a single person. No one these days, no one cared for peace in Kirigakure, the fog bound land trapped inside it's own demonic fog. It was the prison, and they was normally one way to escape, death. Running away wouldn't solve problem for a kirigakure ninja, their body held too much information to be allowed to leave, techniques and bloodlimits. The demonic fog wanted it's will carried out, the Kiri shinobi would always do it's will, like a marionete show. The fog was the puppet master, while the shinobi were he cheap puppets, expendable as long as the show was good. Kuro despised being used like this, and decided that he would carry out his own agenda for once. He had been sitting in a hole for some time before noticing it, and he layed himsed down inside it, his body comfortable strethed out. The hole was also very deep, and Kuro closed his eyes.

It troubled him, how he would escape. He thought about stabbing himself, impaling the very skin. But could he endure the pain, even for his own freedom? Kuro shook it off, he would need to give himself up to his own words, and rid himself of the cursed world he lived in. As before, he felt the longing for escape, and thought how demonic the fog really was, if even. It would be a cold day in wherever he ended up, whenever it happened. He wondered as the fog increased in size. His final thoughts began crossing into his friends, family and allies. I'm dearly sorry to them all, but I must perish in order for my freedom, he thought. Kuro wasn't like them, he couldn't easily kill someone, nor be a good fighter. It frightened him, these thoughts scaring him in his sleep. He looked onwards toward the sky, sighting little sun, through the deep fog. Kuro's emotions traveled like such, crowded, hard to fnd the true, deep happy hue like seeing sunlight through deep, thick fog. He sighed, closing his eyes.

Kuro's eyes snapped open. He had looked around himself, fiding it had began to rain. Kuro's hair began going limp, soaked already from the rain. Kuro judged, barely, that it had been at least an hour or two. His mind returned onto Kirigakure's well being, and how much better they'd be without him. I'm sure there is better genin than I, he thought, as his glance cast towards the dirt walls of his soon to be filled grave. "A man digs his own grave.", Kuro uttered as his glance atched the dirt mounds collaspe from being soaked. Kuro couldn't breath, didn't struggle. Fate would choose what he received. Kuro broke out though, and gasped for air. But someone stood above his hand, and laughed at his misery. Kuro slumped back down, as the man filled the grave, and spread news of Kuro's death.

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Suicide Approved.