Wandering

(might as well post)

Hito had just entered the Stone village. Its large boulders of home made his small mind swim. His tall skinny firgure creating a large berth in the crowds. They looked away and bowed their heads in hopes that they would not make eye contact with his pitless reflectiveless eyes and his grim face. Even though he looked quite alive, his skin and the way he walked looked quite artificial. Though it wasn't his eyes, his height nor his set jaw that was intimidating. It was the large coffin the size of himself strapped to his narrow back. On the surface it was made of blackened stone as if it was sent into a fire. On those stones was a name and a date engraved on it. If the date was right, this Hitogoroshi Guujin was about 6 years old.

That Hitogoroshi was the very one holding the deathbed. He himself didn't notice the crowd and was concentrating on one thing in his simple mechanical mind. The beautiful flower sitting right in front of the man in which he also didn't notice. He walked straight in front of Karasawa and slipped off of the coffin, letting it hit the ground with a THUNK. Breaking the verry cobblestone beneath it. Hito sat down cross-legged with his skinny stick-like legs intertwined and stared at the colorful flower. His eyes staying the same and the coffin sitting next to him, paying no heed to the man.

Hito was wearing a tan torn had with scruffy black hair underneath it. His white skin looked as if it was painfully pulled over his face, making his eyes large and emotionless. His black coat was ripped and ragged along with his black pants. His tan sweater was filthy and almost looked like it used to origionally be white. The only thing absolutely clean was his dusty shoes and his threadbare gloves. The 5'10 figure stayed there like a statue. He would stay there until the sun went down or if someone approached him.

Karasawa was lost in thought, he had no real interest in what happens around him and in the public square. Cons by his solitary thought bubble was interrupted. A strange presence of the turned his thoughts, he raised his head slightly and his eyes fell upon a strange person to look dark and fragile even though it probably was not the case. His aura still remains strange. Foreigners sit close to him without saying anything or pay attention to Karasawa, it seemed to bear interest in the flower unlike Karasawa who despised this flower.

- ... Where You come from ... stranger?

Karasawa knew most of the face and especially on was never seeing this man, the more it seemed as lonely as he possibly could they understand.

( sorry if my reply are short ... english rp reamins pretty hard for me )

(It's okay, practice makes perfect.)

Hito looked up from the pretty flower onto the man. He had black hair and sweet green eyes. It reminded him of the leaves in Konoha. " I came from Mist, Konoha, and Sand." Thinking back on every one he grew more and more quiet. The Mist was where he was ignored and changed to this height, in Konoha he was nearly killed the the Akatsuki and set to harsh labor, and in the Sand he was forced to become apart of the Guujin clan to escape a slow and painful death.

He looked down at the flower. He took some earth from his boots and placed it around the flower for nutrients. " Flowers are one in a million. They are everywhere, but not many can thrive around here." Hito tried to smile but ended up ripping the side of his face, showing bone but no blood. He quickly clapped over the wound and finally smiled.

Hito pulled out a needle and thread from his pocket and stitched up the wound quickly with his gloved hands. He looked back at the man and smiled. " So what is your name? Mine is Hitogoroshi." He ignored the fact that his own name meant "murderer".

Hitogoroshi nodded. Karasawa Takuzo, he should be able to remember that. His memory was horrible and was the main cause of people hating him besides just himself. ( The Mist was closed down so thats why all fo the shinobi from the mist have too relocate.) Hito paused for a second. He had remembered there was a mass of shinobis that had left because of the Mist. He wracked his brain for several seconds before finally coming up with the answer. " The village and the rules were destroyed so I had to come here. Konoha is too close to Akatsuki and Sand i'm not allowed in." The radio-like voice emitting from Hito's throat was raspy and somehow broken.

He sat there for several seconds and didn't know what to say. Finally he took the coffin that was next to him and unlocked it. Showing several compartments: An air conditioner, a pillow, several scrolls, weapons, spare mechanical body parts, random pieces of trash that he had collected from the streets and a fat possum eating out of a trail mix bag. Hito pulled the possum fromt he array of treats and held the rodent out. " His name is Gravy. Want to pet him?" Hito's eyes grew wide with simple happiness. In few words you would say that he was a complete idiot.


All Hito thought of this man was that he was nice. He had looked over the safety of the flower and had talked to him without getting impatient. Maybe the Stone village wasn't so bad after all.

Hito pulled the fat possum away from Karasawa and started petting it. It's tiny eye looked up and then resumed its slumber. Hito had found him in the middle of the Konoha training grounds and fed him the gravy that he had taken from a soup kitchen. After that... Hito's eyes turned bright and shiny as if he was about to cry. Though he wasn't able to give off any tears. He had remembered when the akatsuki had decapitated a lady right after they had sent a giant fire snake after him and his coffin. He could still hear the screams and the feel of the blood leaking into his coffin.

He slowly put Gravy away and closed the cage. He wiggled over to the trail mix and dive bombed into it. Digging a sizeable hole with his tiny jaws. Hito then shut the door of his coffin and locked it. Feeling the scorch marks on the outside of the stone. It's scars as deep as the one in his fictional heart. He looked back, his eyes back to normal and his expression not the ones of pain anymore. " Would you like to eat?" That would cheer up Hito. He loved to watch people eat. It was funny how they would act when food was presented in front of them.

Hito stood up slowly, careful not to put too much pressure on his shins or they would bend. He then picked up the painfully heavy coffin and strapped it back over his shoulder. He looked down and held out his hand as a formality. Hito heard that helping someone up was a sign of trust.

Hito nodded. He didn't know what the meaning of that word was but it was too much of a bother to voice such a silly complaint. They walked down the road that was steadily getting filled with more and more people as they had gotten closer to the core fo the village. People made way for Hito as usual in their small way. Hito didn't really mind where he would go to eat, but it was nice all the same. Hito looked around slowly, his dark eyes seeping in all of the information about this place. He then pointed to a simple sushi house. It was labelled very colorfully and had dancing shrimp on it, which was the main reason why he picked it. He smiled quietly. " It's so colorful..." [such a short post...]

Hito was pulled into the place and seated quickly, though before he could tell karasawa that he couldn't eat he had already ordered. He then sat there for a small while. Suddenly Kara began to talk. " Yes, I'm chunnin." He squinted his eyes to look like he was smiling. The stitching was still on his face and he didn't want to disturb it. " Though I won the Chunnin exams because I didn't know how to submit." He remembered the fights clearly. Every time he was beaten to a pulp but didn't back down and won every fight either by default or by waiting until his oponent exhausted himself.

He then watched as the food came in front of them. As the food came he looked at the clock. His eye grew wide with fear, he had to take his medicine fast! He pulled a side-compartment from his coffin; too rushed to unlock it, and pulled out a box of filled syringes. He took one out and stabbed the 6 inch needle into his right temple, emptying it out before the minute was out. He drew a sigh of releif and put away the medical kit. " Almost died." He mumbled clearly to himself. He looked up and asked a simple question: " How old are you?"