Post by ICHIGO SENBOZAKURA on Jan 24, 2010 15:39:21 GMT -5
ichigo ito senbozakura
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Some people believe that the proper assumption to solving problems is simply just shoot first and ask questions later; which that is useful, yet it can be your perfect demise in a matter of seconds and moments in your little life. No one would dare to get involved in gangs and yakuza families, especially during the night time, because that's when most people can't see anyone else, and the time of the day when people are mostly in their homes, sleeping soundly while being oblivious to a person being ripped apart right infront of their door. A good thing is that Tokyo is constantly crowded even if it was the night time, so people can notice when someone kills another, unless the noise was too great for anyone to hear the desperate cry for help. Stressful moments could also lead to suicide, where the person simply kills themself, but isn't suicide a sin? Oh yes it was. Looking out of a perfectly large, framed glass window was a man of tall yet handsome stature, his black suit being clearly noticeable if people looked up at the man as he stared down back at them from above.
He isn't god, mind you. Simply a kendo teacher at Aimi Boarding School, he was one of the only kendo instructors there, and thus, he was always constantly crowded by students whom won't stop talking to him about things, and the girls wanting to go out with him. Ah. . . he can't imagine a student having a hardtime crush on their teacher; especially if he/she is older! Letting his short black hair billow from the soft breeze that drifted through the small cracks of the window, the slender man managed to pull off a smile, only for it to deplenish as he wasn't listening to anything that would make him excited at all. He was a man of the samurai code, bushido, in which if he felt like he dishonored himself, then he would commit senpukku, also known as 'killing yourself', but he doesn't do that, but instead, he would do something rather out of this world when that time comes, and it doesn't look like it was about to come. . . yet.
Letting out a violent cough, he backed away from the window, hidden from view as he ventured on in further into his expensive apartment, it having five bedrooms unlike the other ones around him, which didn't have the luxury and patience like he had around him twenty four seven. He hated the cough so much, he wondered why did he have it, or why did it choose someone so healthy like him, being a baseball fanatic in the past? Was it so he can experience the pain of the sick and soon experience how it felt to be dead? He hoped that the thing that was wrong with his body would cure in a matter of days, and so far, after only five months of having it, he still couldn't find anything that would dispell it completely. He made a mental note to travel to the United States of America to find a cure there. They always had the latest types of medicine out, with expert doctors and orthodonists.
His footsteps made no creeking noise as he slowly walked down the stairs, his right hand staying on the sleek silver ramp while his left hand was kept down at his side. His aparment was rather nice, persay. Fit for an active and staff member like he was, or if he was a celebrity instead, it would fit him also. The dark brown and white that mostly made up the color of his apartment glowed brightly from the sunlight, expressing their gratitude and hapiness that someone was using them to become happy, not to buy some prositutes and have sex, and they have experienced that a lot. It was their destinies; poor things. When he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, he grabbed the katana that was resting neatly on a rack, followed by the longest to the smallest, to the fattest and to the skinniest. He managed to get these things, and some that he bought from famous japanese people that were descendents or reincarnations of japan's most famous samurai in the past.
Hahaha! Very interesting! He laughed, walking out of his aparments as he made his way through the streets, looking at the tourists with curious expressions written all over his face. He smiled when people waved at him, while placing a calm expression for the ladies, getting their attention so they can know that they are going to enjoy their stay here. While he was still enjoying the scenery, he felt a small bump to his side, causing him to stagger to the side, but kept his collected aura around him as he quickly turned around, giving the person his hand for them to get up. I'm sorry!
