It was not unusual to see people collecting social along the plateau grounds where the Temple of Five rested, neither was it unusual for people to wander around or to retain to themselves for company. It was this fact that kept Oyochi from sticking out like a sore thumb as he rested himself within a patchwork of grass that had small weed flowers sticking out. He was alone and seemingly void of the world's influences since neither the sounds of devoted travelers nor the natural tune of nature was able to distract the youth's eyes from the ground he sat upon. He was focused on bigger things to his attention span, a small bug of sorts that was struggling to climb the stalk of one the flowers, a feat that normally would be simple enough to complete had the insect not have been antagonized by the frequently moving breeze. Questions invaded his mental recesses, his mind completely fascinated and confused by what made the small creature continue to try the feat even though it constantly failed.
Reaching his right palm towards the insect, he would cuff it gently within his grasp before opening it near his eyes to gain a greater viewpoint of his confusing entertainment. It was a small beetle that was potentially half the size of his fingernail and naturally it would begin to explore the surface of Oyochi's pasty toned skin, sticking out like a sore thumb against the white backdrop. "Why do you keep trying anyways? You're to small and weak to make the trip against those odds....we should be friends. Soon after the sounds of mixed mumbles caught his attention solely because he made out the word "Weirdo" among the mumbling and this caused him for the first time to glance at the direction of the talking. It had come from a group of kids, potentially no more older than he was but it was their expression that made his eyes narrow in shame. Their eyes looked upon his appearance and set a gaze that he knew all to well as judgmental and cruel. Then again he could not blame them because in a village where being strong was the social structure, Oyochi stood out like a sore thumb. By appearance alone he looked sickly as his skin was virtually void of color and even though he wore kimono styled robes, one could still see his skeletal makeup along his upper chest. All which were a product of his premature birth as for his age he was unnaturally smaller in size than he should have been. Potentially it did not help his case that he was talking to an insect...
Rather than stay by their stares and under-breath words, Oyochi stood up albeit with a slight struggle because of his physical weakness and wandered ever more clear of the social populations and traffic that moved through the area. He still retained the small beetle in his palm which after resting once more in a larger cropping of grasses and flowers did he return the insect to the ground. "Here, this way you're closer....". A smile crossed his lips, something that he rarely did when not within his own household under the watchful eyes of his parents. He watched the insect crawl along the grass and begin the task of picking a new flower stalk to ascend upon. While he watched the small beetle start it's journey anew thoughts roamed his mind about just how long he would continue to fail in life's progression before it simply became to late. These thoughts made the boy's eyes narrow as his waist-length, straightened black hair caught the updraft of a plateau breeze. Portions of hair fell freely against his eyes in long bangs which tended to give him a feminine appearance at times, but also seemed to hide the tinge of sadness which his eyes tended to portray...
"Maybe it'll be soon...."
[MFT]
