Post by Uzumaki Minato on Sept 15, 2013 14:02:01 GMT -5
TWO WEEKS AGO, 1:04 AM
UZUMAKI CLAN'S DOJO
UZUMAKI CLAN'S DOJO
Sitting in the dojo, in grief of everything that has been happening, the young spiral-ninja focused inwardly upon himself. What he contemplated made what he knew hard to bear. His thoughts seemed taunting. His breathes grew heavier, which made the emotions he was experiencing more evident for him to come to grips with. However, Minato wasn't one who would completely fold.
It was with a strength locked deep within him, an innate insight, which naturally occurred by was impossible to explain, that he managed to hold himself together. Thinking about his grandpa caused radical thoughts that he normally wouldn't even fathom to pass through his mental. His mind was a like a roller coaster, with a looping conundrums. Yet, despite all of this, he stood to his feet with ease and wore it all on his skin; nothing physically showed, but there was something about him, in his posture maybe, that was different. Even his green eyes seemed darker, more intense than usual.
"I can't just sit around anymore," Minato knelt down to pick up his backpack that lied on the ground in front of him, gripping both of the straps of his bag filled with equipment and food. "He died, he gave himself up for the village, so my generation can carry on his legacy. I won't let him have died for nothing. I will make him proud."
「Too Much」
TWO DAYS AGO, 12:16 AM
MINATO'S BED ROOM
MINATO'S BED ROOM
Late night, he was up and shit, thinking about to do with himself. Only one thing seemed clear though, he was looking through the window, and that's when he realized he had to go out and live life. Lost his grandpa, and his best friend was targeted and got fossilized. Things were tough for him, but he didn't cry, he just trained more and worked hard.
For two days and three night, he pushed to get his groove back. His dad asked if he was okay, but with no response he just moved along.
Now he was isolated, sitting at home could barely comfort him. He wanted to get a mission in or do something just to distract himself. Was this the pain people went through when they lost the people they cared for? He hoped not, but chances seemed slim, because he was mixed up and his head hurt. He raised his head while lifting a hand to the sky, as he walked through the window so he could come out and sit up on the roof top. "She's gone..." he tried to avoid the truth, but he had to come to grips with it anyways, so he decided to be real frank with himself. Thoughts of the years that past flashed through his head now.
"Why is all this happening right now? Did I do something wrong?" he asked him, trying to reflect inwardly his saddened eyes stalked the skies above as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Is something going to happen to Hikaru-kun and Shinpachi-kun next... No, I won't let that happen."
Besides his mom and dad and his older sibling, he only had a few people he truly cared for. He had associates from the old days, but they were old days and stood still. He thought of making new friends, but they would never fill the void he had. He felt like he was the reason that everything was happening; which, logically, he wasn't, but it's hard reasoning with the mind of a teenager.
"I've been complacent," he admitted clearly, thinking about the next days he would be a new kid , with a new mind, and some new goals. He'd stand tall and protect the world, and keep his family and friends safe. These were the things that flowed through the river in his mind. "I won't ever be like this again. Sio-chan said one day we'd be greats," he looked to the sky, clenching his fit tight. "So I vow to you that I will be."