Some people lived in houses. Some people lived in apartments. Other people lives in shacks, and ruled over those on the streets. The word house had no meaning, if one did not have a home. The word "Complex" was something that the blind Hashigaki was more familiar with than most. Kanashimi Complex was a massive series of gardens, bedrooms, and kitchens where an entire family of sightless Shinobi resided. One of the, though, was different.
A totally bandaged being stood awkwardly by the gates of the complex garden. Not a single part of her mummified body could be seen but her lips that had a funny color on the far right side of them, and the top of her head where wavy black hair spilled out of the bandages down to her shoulders. Her body was shameful to her, and shameful to her clan.
A loose medical belt hang from her waist with the usual supplies and a small pouch tied shut with a piece of rope-- sand. A small bag of sand stayed resided on her hip. Slowly sitting on the ground, covered with experimental grass, the 6'2" monster ran her left hand against the tips of her toes on her left foot. The right side of her body was limp, and didn't appear to even react to the prickling cold of the city.
The world was silent. The feeling of desperate need for sound began to well up in Itami's throat as she leaned against the wall of the complex. On the other side was the street of the rest of the residential area. Few people walked it at this time of night--even though night was slightly irrelevant to the dwellers.
Running her left hand, covered in bandages, through the experimental grass, the young woman sang a few soft words with incredible power. An entrancing lullaby that was sang at a hush. The Hashigaki's voice was her weapon, her power, her sentimental sound. Sound was the ought most precious to the woman who could not feel the right side of her charred body, to the blind, to the ugly. Itami did not speak in public, nor did she sing, but feeling slightly comfortable and alone, she allowed herself to utter the hushed lullaby quietly to herself to comfort her dark thoughts.
'Hush child, the darkness will rise from the deep and carry you down into sleep...'
A totally bandaged being stood awkwardly by the gates of the complex garden. Not a single part of her mummified body could be seen but her lips that had a funny color on the far right side of them, and the top of her head where wavy black hair spilled out of the bandages down to her shoulders. Her body was shameful to her, and shameful to her clan.
A loose medical belt hang from her waist with the usual supplies and a small pouch tied shut with a piece of rope-- sand. A small bag of sand stayed resided on her hip. Slowly sitting on the ground, covered with experimental grass, the 6'2" monster ran her left hand against the tips of her toes on her left foot. The right side of her body was limp, and didn't appear to even react to the prickling cold of the city.
The world was silent. The feeling of desperate need for sound began to well up in Itami's throat as she leaned against the wall of the complex. On the other side was the street of the rest of the residential area. Few people walked it at this time of night--even though night was slightly irrelevant to the dwellers.
Running her left hand, covered in bandages, through the experimental grass, the young woman sang a few soft words with incredible power. An entrancing lullaby that was sang at a hush. The Hashigaki's voice was her weapon, her power, her sentimental sound. Sound was the ought most precious to the woman who could not feel the right side of her charred body, to the blind, to the ugly. Itami did not speak in public, nor did she sing, but feeling slightly comfortable and alone, she allowed herself to utter the hushed lullaby quietly to herself to comfort her dark thoughts.
'Hush child, the darkness will rise from the deep and carry you down into sleep...'