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Post by kagami on Aug 13, 2013 16:46:34 GMT -5
People. Who needed them? Always a sure fire source of pain and disappointment. Never to be trusted. Even if you could find someone who seemed nice and genuine they would eventually leave, whether they wanted to or not. Fate was tricky like that and it didn't care who its victims were. At least, that was how Kagami thought of things. He had lost a majority of his faith in humanity when his parents were slaughtered in cold blood years ago, and what little remained disappeared with his brother a few years back. One could say that it was a wonder how a boy only fourteen years old could live with such heavy burdens, but they'd be wrong. The Genin had died years ago, at least on the inside. He never had the opportunity to be enjoy the wonders of what life had to offer; that had been ripped from him like candy from a toddler.
He avoided human contact as much as possible, but in a village as populous as Konoha that was difficult. There were always people out and about. Happy, smiling, talking. They were in a state of perpetual blissful ignorance and everyday delved deeper into it. However, there was one the boy could speak to, in a sense. He was cordial at best but only because they were family, technically. He had never traced back the roots and had no plans to either, but they did share a surname so it must have meant something. It was Yasuhiro, an older shinobi and one with the experience and knowledge that Kagami desired. He wanted to get stronger but loathed the concept of being in a team. He had tried that once before and teh results were lack luster, to say the least.
Kagami had been walking around the Uchiha compound in search of the other Uchiha, the sun directly overhead signifying noon. A cool breeze blew through the village yet no clouds had been pushed overhead. Results were the goal of today's outing, nothing more.
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