(Cloud Greetings) [Private Topic]

[Don Don]

(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.​

 

[Don Don]

Time pressed forward, ever so slowly…ever so painful. The wait in which he hoped would close only grew and the torment that spilt his mind continued to to venture through its path of chaos. The kicks that pushed forth the object at his feet had began to chase a echo that raced from the vibrations of the force applied to the action into his ear canals shaking the core of his mind into a sort of self genjutsu. It lead him deeper into himself, deeper into his realization and continued to deepen his thoughts cutting his focus from sight to a dream whilst still awake. His outer appearance could clearly show that he was not paying much attention to his current standings as his body moved on a order last given by his shaky mind. To move forward, to continue kicking…forcing…pushing the unwavering object futher down a trail away from its home. His hands never left his pockets his head slowly decsended about a centerimeter for every couple of feet he covered.

Eventually it aimed at the feet that traveresed so much of the land he barely notice. He snapped back into reality just in time to barely dodge a pole that was on a collision course with the face of the unknowing child. It was only a second, only a moment that his senses had all cooperated that told him a small amount of danger to his body was iminant and that he would have to take immediate action. He leaned to the side and spun around the pole. Then stopped and looked straight into the sky. His eyes focused on the moon while his soul set his heart ablaze. His head tilted to seem as he was interested in the sky though any who would pay close enough attention to the boy could see that it had a different purpose. It was demanding that the tears of the psychoticly pathetic child to stay hidden from the world. His hopes laid with time but how much was left to save himself...​

 

[Don Don]

Turning his head to glance at the alley he was by passing he seen a stray fox that had been ruminating into the trash in search of food for its survival. Its one thing that the monster within him, the thoughts that he kept to himself from his peers had continued . A crazy amount of things now plagued him and a crazier amount now continued to follow on one after another and as he kept his stare he seemed to form a bound. Which was first to happen, since when did he forsake his childhood and allow himself to become such a hollow frail cylinder of torment. It was once and again the one thing that would go on to stop. He walked past and continued now down the path into the lonely sky into the darkest night that had failed into his life. The holiday season now coming within range began to trigger something.

He was soon to leave the life that he himself had instated and even after the moment had past the thoughts that had lingered in his mind continued onward. Once forth and backwards it was a racing emblem of an outer experience now with in him. How many have went thru such a deliema and how many more must be instated onto that small factor that now enlarged into such a grand and grave endever. A smile started to cross his face though his mind was unaware of such things continuing to grow. What would become of the mind of this set stranger of this carnivore that was held amongst the herbivores pretending to be monster. The pretending to be is what caused the evolution that had not been to much of a forced worldly power then much of anything else. It was now his time.

 

[Don Don]

He went to a bar and sat it was the only place that he could go to even though a child he was smart and made an excuse to the waiter telling him that he was with his father who was currently in the bathroom. The bar keep looked at the boy but because they were so close to close he didn’t wish to ruin his night with trouble and worry. So letting the child sit he had continued to make a plan of attack. He needed the quench the thirst of his soul the sake that had once been the fuel of liberationa nd pain all yet none. Once he could hear and feel himself surrounded by that in which most would feal that they could not continue on. He push his chair back a little so that it was capable of now leaning as he balanced himself with only his weight.

He began to then catch a little of the attention of everyone since he was not only the only child in the bar but because what he was doing was now interesting. Most couldn’t accomplish this task sober but drunk they had no dreams of creating this meaningless task. They began to clap and sing a song of floating on clouds of foam. It was starting to cheer up the guests around so he purposely stopped it. The scheers and song had started to decline as the boys face grew with a smile. The more distress and anger he caused the more he was happy and content with himself. It was something very few who had the ability to get close to him were able to find out but not that the ones at the bar was a type of person he would allow to get into a deep conversation with.