HE WAS BROKEN. He was no longer than man he once was. He was a shell off what he once was and what he was meant to grew into being. What stood before here was something that was hollow. It barely hung onto life. Its pain and hatred was the only thing keeping it alive, motivating it to push forward and see those who have wronged him share his pain. He had lost everything. His best friend was murdered right before his eyes on the command of a man he idolized. All those who followed him, who believed in him, who protected him throughout the years where no more. He was alone. He was weak and his weakness was evident by the appearance of this woman.
RED. His eyes would narrow, as her hair was unmistakeable. It was long, flowing down her back, bright and shiny, full of life and wonder, unlike his. His was drenched in crimson, in the blood of hundreds of ninja who had come for him. All who serve Hanzo and Danzo would be punished by his head and while he was weakened, whole his body looked broken, he had killed more than enough to satisfy anyone who lusted for blood – but his lust would never end – it would only end when everyone who served them, knew them or dared speak their names joined the ranks of the deceased.
His eyes would fall down as he glanced down to the ground. He was too weak to do anything to stop her. His weakness was proven all around him, he did not sense her in the rain. Those who were meant to protect him had not seen her break through the lines to stand before him. Since that day he has remained hidden in the darkness of this tower. Trying to heal a broken body. Trying to regain everything he had lost. He mustered up the strength to stand – to give the woman that much respect, but doing such a simple thing exhausted him as he stood before her.
“Leave…” He cared little for her words. He didn’t want anyone near him, he didn’t want anyone to see him. He was dying and he wanted to be left alone to his fate. He had failed to save everyone he loved and this was his punishment. Even the thought of finding family, a connection to someone like him – to understand his power – to understand his clan – none of that mattered to him, he didn’t want to be seen by this woman, he didn’t want her near him.
“I deserved this.” He managed to remain standing, the skin flaked from his legs, the crimson flowed from his wounds, but he remained standing. He would give her that at least before she was cast out of his tower. He would not open himself to another ever again. He had wanted this, to know his clan, to see if he had more family and now with the prospect of such a thing was within his reach, he could not take it. He has seen what having loved ones does to you, he represents what having everything taking away from you can do, he cannot do it again, he barely survived once before, he could not survive again.
She is oblivious to his story, oblivious to how he got HERE-. . . She is oblivious to the distinct wars within this world, because it all seems the SAME to her. There’s blood and there’s bodies and there’s people DYING for a chance to escape it all. It’s the same everywhere, except here it just RAINS. . . It’s as if the Gods are weeping for these warriors, for the woes that come with loss. . . And their tears are CLEANSING the carnage, causing crimson to seep into soil, where it’s buried away with other bones that belong to other beings. The cycle of slaughter CONTINUES, but her eyes have already adjusted to the anguish. She was sent here to HELP, but. . . She has no desire to help anyone that delegates DEATH. Maybe THAT’S why she was drawn to this side, to this place, to HIM-. . . She can hear the sermons of ALL who suffer, but seldom chooses to answer any.
But his voice holds so much VIRTUE. She can feel it, she can see it. The aura about him is bright and BLEACHED, despite the damage done to his design. He is a DISCARDED deity, left to die for the same revolting reasons as others. Her eyes focus in on his wound and although it is ugly, she remains rooted. She has seen many awful incidents, many hellish hurts imposed onto others. This is NOTHING and yet, it can take his life the same way something worse takes another.
She drowns out the wayward words he whispers. . . He is the FIRST victim to ever tell her to abandon him, while many other leeches BEG for their life. He’s DIFFERENT. . . Not just because they’re bound by blood, but because something holy holds them together. Slowly, she comes closer, extending an arm to imply CAUTION. . .like one does to an animal. Her shirt rides up, revealing flesh so tattered by teeth, but she ignores those ugly indention's if only to reach HIM.
❝ If you know anything about our clan, you know how we can HEAL. . . I need you to BITE ME if you want to LIVE. Here, on my arm. . . If you’re concerned about how I might feel, DON’T. This part has many BROKEN VEINS; I won’t feel a thing. . . ❞
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