Kiriyomi was out in the forest, as usual, but today was different than the days before. Rather than training, the boy was running through the trees with tears streaming down his face. Stumbling over roots and skinning his knees, he picks himself up again and continues to run. Anyone watching would think that the boy was running blindly, but he actually had a destination in mind. After running for almost an hour, the boy reaches his destination. Easily identified by the peace and serenity that the clearing exudes, but also because there is a moldy scrap of cloth that is still stuck to one of the trees. Staring at the scrap, the Aburame boy falls to the ground, blood pouring from various scrapes and cuts all across his body. Lifting his head to the sky, he lets out a mournful wail.
Hey, Kiriyomi... What's the matter? You just took off so fast this morning that you almost left me behind. Talk to me buddy, I know that something is wrong. Oh. Oh no. Don't do this. You know that those were bad people, and they killed your father! That man deserved what he got, and you know that none of us are judging you for what you did! We were just happy to be able to get revenge for Satsu-sama. Kohara flies down around the boy's head, speaking into his mind. The flying ant sounds slightly out of breath and exasperated, as if they'd had this conversation before. Looking around the clearing, glad for the solitude they seemed to share, he landed before the boy. Kiri glares down at him, and in a moment of anger, swings his fist down as if to smash his friend.
Hey, Kiriyomi... What's the matter? You just took off so fast this morning that you almost left me behind. Talk to me buddy, I know that something is wrong. Oh. Oh no. Don't do this. You know that those were bad people, and they killed your father! That man deserved what he got, and you know that none of us are judging you for what you did! We were just happy to be able to get revenge for Satsu-sama. Kohara flies down around the boy's head, speaking into his mind. The flying ant sounds slightly out of breath and exasperated, as if they'd had this conversation before. Looking around the clearing, glad for the solitude they seemed to share, he landed before the boy. Kiri glares down at him, and in a moment of anger, swings his fist down as if to smash his friend.