(Chapter 1 True Awakening)
His past and memories were as clouded as the night itself filled with darkness and the uncertainty that caused fear and panic in most. The streets were settled and most of the inhabitants were indoors asleep or confined to themselves. Familes were with families and only those who shared in his abormal longing to be alone. He knew his current boundaries and that he was not able to continue living his life as he did. His dark stroll on the grounds with his head hanging low watching the shadows always avoiding eye contact was finally starting to bother him. Kicking a stone he watched the skip as his hands slipped into his pockets and his hood dripped back from his face slightly to reaveal a mask that covered his ears and mouth the tattoo of a broken bar code could now be visible to anyone within a five foot range of him.
The sorrow he felt was covered by the cold glance of his grey eyes and the natural angry demeanor that flowed from his natural form. Being of that black race he was often thought to be more dangerous then he was and looked to be older then most his age because of the race he was burdened with. Breathing in and out he crept back into the pace of his normal self. He hid more and more into the darkness of his own prison he warden his very emotions to stay within the confinements of solitare. A slight bend of the neck allowed for a slight crack to escape the silence of the starless night. a couple having left a dinner walked slowly down the street and paying to much atention to the love that they had blooming did not notice the distance enclosed from the path they chose. The noise startled the couple into a frightful snap back within realities grasp and made them jump back with a scare plastered onto their faces. For they were two feet infront of the boys face without noticing his pressence.
Clearly these individuals were not of the ninja class let alone smart enough to be dangerous in any way or fashion thought the young academy student. He again bent his head and neck to the side as he always done that when thinking or annoyed. His actions were always compared to a puppy though he barely understood how they were similar in any fashion. He continued to walk past the shaken couple with his head again hanging low to hide the tattoo and avoid eye contact. For whatever reason to much contact with ones eyes or lips caused him to lash out in a fashion of anger. Most times not only physical but a form of torture and betrayal. He was a twisted soul with both good and evil at a standstill within him. However for now for this cold, starless, moon filled night he continued to kick the stone down the street longing for another empty soul to accompany his journey.
His past and memories were as clouded as the night itself filled with darkness and the uncertainty that caused fear and panic in most. The streets were settled and most of the inhabitants were indoors asleep or confined to themselves. Familes were with families and only those who shared in his abormal longing to be alone. He knew his current boundaries and that he was not able to continue living his life as he did. His dark stroll on the grounds with his head hanging low watching the shadows always avoiding eye contact was finally starting to bother him. Kicking a stone he watched the skip as his hands slipped into his pockets and his hood dripped back from his face slightly to reaveal a mask that covered his ears and mouth the tattoo of a broken bar code could now be visible to anyone within a five foot range of him.
The sorrow he felt was covered by the cold glance of his grey eyes and the natural angry demeanor that flowed from his natural form. Being of that black race he was often thought to be more dangerous then he was and looked to be older then most his age because of the race he was burdened with. Breathing in and out he crept back into the pace of his normal self. He hid more and more into the darkness of his own prison he warden his very emotions to stay within the confinements of solitare. A slight bend of the neck allowed for a slight crack to escape the silence of the starless night. a couple having left a dinner walked slowly down the street and paying to much atention to the love that they had blooming did not notice the distance enclosed from the path they chose. The noise startled the couple into a frightful snap back within realities grasp and made them jump back with a scare plastered onto their faces. For they were two feet infront of the boys face without noticing his pressence.
Clearly these individuals were not of the ninja class let alone smart enough to be dangerous in any way or fashion thought the young academy student. He again bent his head and neck to the side as he always done that when thinking or annoyed. His actions were always compared to a puppy though he barely understood how they were similar in any fashion. He continued to walk past the shaken couple with his head again hanging low to hide the tattoo and avoid eye contact. For whatever reason to much contact with ones eyes or lips caused him to lash out in a fashion of anger. Most times not only physical but a form of torture and betrayal. He was a twisted soul with both good and evil at a standstill within him. However for now for this cold, starless, moon filled night he continued to kick the stone down the street longing for another empty soul to accompany his journey.