[Mikazuki Aikawa]

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I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac

Squeakers wasn't as friendly and pleasant as Aiya, and perhaps that was something that would bother the woman. The two may have had similar goals, but their means of operation were quite different. As would be expected with strangers, of course, the two didn't know each-other well enough to have a natural flow of cooperation.
    They'd get there, eventually.
    But, thankfully, it didn't seem that it was causing any real issue.
    Aiya suggested that he be tended to properly, and when the boy explained that he had not, in fact, been fed recently, a new objective became clear and obvious to the jinchūriki. "Well, then, follow me. I know a tea house not far from here where we can get something to eat." He'd wave his hand slightly, beckoning, before turning and heading out. He wouldn't run--the boy was likely exhausted and the beast wasn't going to assume he could keep up with anything other than a steady walk.
    He seemed eager to please, though, and Squeakers merely shrugged at his statements.
    "You'll get your time," Squeakers said. "Right now, making sure you're in decent shape is our current mission. And--you'll be safe with Aiya and me." Rin said that he finally felt like he could relax, and Squeakers supposed that was true. Now that he'd been found by the Amegakure shinobi, he didn't have to worry too much about his safety. And they were getting him lunch. 
    I remember when I was out in the wild and got picked up by a random lady who then dragged me around and got me breakfast.
    I don't remember that ever happening.
    The encounter only lasted three of them, but they were some of the happiest days of my life. I wish I could go back to that. Maybe it's for the best that things are how they are, now. But I think I was happier, back then.
    You, happy?
    Squeakers sighed.
    Maybe. I don't know. I had less to worry about, at least.

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[Takehara Aiya]

A Wanderer "Ah! A wonderful suggestion! Tea is a great supplement and the provided nourishment may aid in your condition. Aiya would smile as she nodded in agreement, still holding the umbrella over the two as they were guided by their escort of many squeakers. In truth, it was an interesting approach and even she wanted to see how the young shinobi went about it. Granted, the concept in starting with a high defense was indeed a bit off-setting, but to simply arm the hand and gesture toward compassion with the other was another side in which to play the game. Which, there were many different methods... For now, the decision to tea Rin to a meal as to aid him was one form of kindness, and it could result in gaining trust as well. Perhaps slowly, but to each their own. SPOILER: Click to show [-Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Silver Tongue Temptress[RP Suggestive Ability] An ability gifted to those among the Takehara, it allows for one's own perspective to be seen as far greater than those of another and their views to shift more in the direction of the user. As time progressed, Aiya has gained further usage for this talent and has made use of it as a means toward gaining the advantage over others and shifting their views and agenda toward her own. It is a manipulation of ones own words and using them to direct another into believing what it is that Aiya wants them to believe. While easy to use in conversation, the young woman has made it a key tactic in infiltration and as well as combat in prompting others to be less defensive toward her and even at times lowering their guard to give her an opening she could exploit. This skill has made her the perfect spy, as despite her perhaps not being there, she is able to influence another's thoughts with a small application of chakra to twist the will of an individual or even a group into taking her word as law and giving her anything that her heart desires.

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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION

[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

Rin agreed to the tea, where he had been wandering around before was a lot hotter than here and being as wet as he was didn't help his... coldness. He wasn't necessarily sick as much as he was fatigued form his journey and probably in need of his clothes getting dried. A nice hot bath. Nothing too intense that required a great deal of some kind of intervention.

So, the teenager stood and stretched his muscles out as they had definitely crumpled into themselves when he had sat down for a moment. But, no longer, now they were going to get tea and maybe some food. He wasn't sure what tea houses around these parts served, but with how very unique the buildings for Amegakure looked, he had a feeling it would be nothing short of new and interesting.

"Always wet here, huh? They don't call you guys hidden in the rain for nothing." He was trying to make conversation, lower any guards that were up if only because he didn't like feeling tense himself, these shinobi were rightfully guarded and Rin could not blame them. Though that also just met that it was doubly his job to gain their trust and show them that he wasn't some threat ready to murder them on the spot.

216 words. Takehara Aiya Mikazuki Aikawa.

by sixsmith.

[Mikazuki Aikawa]

[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"]

I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac

Squeakers glanced over his shoulder to look at the two who were walking behind him, the blond trying to make light and casual conversation. Though, talking about the rain wasn't the best ice-breaker for a shinobi of Amegakure. Still, the jinchūriki was uncertain how he should respond to it.
    Instinctively, he didn't want to say anything--simply ignore the comment and allow the boy's words to fall flat on their face, dying off in silence.
    But he knew that wasn't exactly the most friendly thing in the world--and if he wanted to lower this guy's guard and get him to be more trusting, then he probably had to play nice. Which likely meant going to his usual "Squeakers" behavior.
    But at the same time--Squeakers didn't want to act all friendly and nice if this guy was actually an enemy. Someone had to be the tough, scary, "bad" one, and he felt well-suited for that role.
    Ugh, dilemmas, dilemmas. Why can't being an asshole always be the correct answer? Why do I have to be nice to people? "Oh yeah, for sure," Squeakers responded back, deciding to go the more light-hearted route. "Some folk like to make fun of me because of my raincoat! 'Squeakers, a real shinobi doesn't wear bright colors!', 'Squeakers, that rain coat is super not-fashionable!' But look at me--all nice and dry. I know what I'm up to. Gotta be smart if you want to preserve your sketchbooks in this weather, y'know?" He chuckled.
    After a little more walking, the group would stop by a small town and Squeakers would lead them over to a small building where the tea shop was located. Knocking lightly on the door, he'd hold it open for the other two to pass through and enter before him.
    
Separated from the group, the clones that Squeakers had created and sent out would disperse--relaying the information they'd gathered onto their host as he guided the others to the tea shop.
    So, there doesn't seem to be any stragglers or shinobi in the area, Squeakers mused, his expression masked beneath his--well. Mask. So at the very least, this kid wasn't being followed or tracked. He seems to really be on his own out here, then.

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[Takehara Aiya]

A Wanderer "Ahhh..but that is where the charm comes to play my dear...you see...the rain allows for it to be much more difficult for those who attempt stealth to go undetected. They would leave subtle hints to their arrival...also it is just so lovely how it comes and goes at times...it is almost mystical in some sense..." The older female would look toward Squeakers as he seemed to go upon a small rant about how many viewed his attire. In truth, while there was some merit to what they said, she thought that it suited them. It wasn't as if he needed to stand out, but it would give off the appearance that he cared very little for how others viewed him. Plus, at the very least, they would see him as a buffoon, which they would be sorely mistaken in assuming. With them having adjusted to their new setting, nodding her head in takes to having the curtain lifted for her entrance. "If it helps darling...I think it suits you perfectly..." A smile would rest upon her face as she guided Rin toward one of the table's close by, sitting herself down across from him as she waited for Squeakers to join them before then placing her hand up as to gain the attention of one of the hostess. "This should help get some color back to your face Rin...though I have to ask...if you are allowed to become a shinobi here...what would you do?" SPOILER: Click to show [-Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Silver Tongue Temptress[RP Suggestive Ability] An ability gifted to those among the Takehara, it allows for one's own perspective to be seen as far greater than those of another and their views to shift more in the direction of the user. As time progressed, Aiya has gained further usage for this talent and has made use of it as a means toward gaining the advantage over others and shifting their views and agenda toward her own. It is a manipulation of ones own words and using them to direct another into believing what it is that Aiya wants them to believe. While easy to use in conversation, the young woman has made it a key tactic in infiltration and as well as combat in prompting others to be less defensive toward her and even at times lowering their guard to give her an opening she could exploit. This skill has made her the perfect spy, as despite her perhaps not being there, she is able to influence another's thoughts with a small application of chakra to twist the will of an individual or even a group into taking her word as law and giving her anything that her heart desires.

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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION

[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

"I think the yellow is suiting," Rin commented amicably. It was certainly comically juxtaposed the otherwise solemn attitude of the one named Squeakers. "You draw too?" Well, Rin did not always 'draw' per say, but he did write a lot. He had a book full of sketches of shinobi he had met across the world and information on them. Not that he showed it to anyone, it was full of secrets, secrets only for him to know... Everyone from Kirigakure to Nukenin. He had a bit of everything. These two would likely be added in as well, later though. Right now would not be a good time for him to pull out the little 'bingo' book. Except... Suddenly Rin was faced with an internal conundrum. Why did he even have a 'bingo' book?

They entered a tea house, and Rin sat where he had been given a spot. The warmth of the building was felt immediately and his cheeks rushed to become pink slowly warming up.

"Ah..." He looked towards the woman. "I'm not sure, well I suppose I would defend and perform missions... But," His gaze wandered almost longingly. "There's something I'm missing, but I'm not sure what. I think Amegakure can help me with finding it." It was vague, because his mind too was very vague.

218 words. Mikazuki Aikawa Takehara Aiya.

by sixsmith.

[Mikazuki Aikawa]

[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"]

I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac

Squeakers chuckled slightly when the two others gave light praises to his appearance. "Awww, thanks guys~" he cooed at their approval. Fitting? Suits him perfectly? He thought so, too! The blond boy seemed to perk up slightly when Squeakers had mentioned his artbook, inquiring if he was also an artist of sorts. The masked man nodded a bit with a light laugh. "Yeah! I'm quite the artist!" It wasn't something he bragged about, and really there was nothing to brag about. He could easily count hundreds of artists who had more finesse and skill than him in the craft, all of which he often admired. But he was more skilled in the arts than most shinobi he knew.
    Art wasn't often valued in the shinobi world, after all. And why would it be? Aside from a single clan--the only clan Squeakers really knew to speak of, at least--there was no real need or use for the arts.
    Unless you were trying to capture the likeness of someone you'd seen and needed to report. Or if you were a fūin user, in which being able to quickly make brush strokes with skill and accuracy was crucial.
    It wasn't the primary use of his time--Squeakers was more likely to spend his free hours training up genin and academy students than spend it drawing; but that didn't mean he never did such. He'd drawn and painted in his free time when he was younger, and on the rare occasion he still did so when he felt he needed to meditate. Or--
    --Back when he used to make silly illustrations to send as gifts to his pen-pal.
    Squeakers promptly took a seat besides Aiya.
    "Well, Amegakaure is no detective agency. I can't guarantee anything of that sort," Squeakers stated bluntly when the stranger tried to explain why he wanted to be a shinobi of Amegakure, still. It was foolishness, in the jinchūriki's eyes.
    The older he got, the less he approved of shinobi.
    He would not stop them, of course. As a sensei, he made it clear that it was his job and intention to help raise up the next generation of shinobi. Whatever their goals were, however they intended to achieve it, it was Squeakers's job to give them support and guide them. And he would continue to do just that.
    But of almost every single shinobi he came across, he did not give them his approval.
    To get money to support themselves. To prove their parents wrong--that they could be strong and live a life other than something simple and mundane. To get stronger and fulfil their self-worth in a world where only power was deemed valuable. Because it was what everyone else was doing. Because their parents were shinobi, so they should follow those footsteps. Or even like Rin, here--
    Because you were lost, didn't fully know who you were or have a firm identity.
    It was ridiculous.
    The end of the road for a shinobi was ultimately death. Whether a short, untimely lifespan, ended in violence, blood, and ultimate suffering--passing of old age was a rareity. And even then, retired shinobi were never truly relieved of their burdens.
    It was a miserable way to live. There was pain, hardship, heartbreak, and suffering beyond what Squeakers could properly describe. The longer you lived, the worse things got. Only to be rewarded with death at the very end of it all.
    To endure such things--it had to be for good reason.
    To write away your life and subscribe your humanity to the whims of a village... it couldn't--shouldn't--be for such a naive ideal or goal such as, "I don't know who I am." Travel the world, then. "I don't have money." Then pick up some hours at the local weapons shop. "I want to make my family proud." Then use that brain they gave you to come up with viable solutions for your community.
    But leave the shinobi work to those who were fine with dying. Leave it to the masochists who were willing to endure immense suffering for "the security of their home". Leave it to the people who knew who they were, and understood what they were doing.
    Children were better off spending their time on dreams.

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[Takehara Aiya]

A Wanderer "I will say that Squeakers is correct dear...and that such an undertaking should not be pursued in haste or in faint hope of some kind of sensation or calling for an answer..." Holding her hands in front of her, Aiya would close her eyes as she continued to speak. "Many come and join in service of Amegakure in hopes of fulfilling promises, voids in themselves, or simply to fight. These, while admirable in their right, should not be the only reason one dedicates themselves to being protectors of our country..." Saying this, she would then narrow her vision as she looked toward Rin calmly. "It takes more...and often it changes you for the worst....it is a risk and it does not pay well for most...is this truly what you wish to focus your life upon?" It was a solid question, and often one that was never admitted until one was in the final length of their lives journey. Despite her own choices, this was the path she had taken and she was proud of it, even amidst it's short comings, to which she had many. SPOILER: Click to show [-Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Silver Tongue Temptress[RP Suggestive Ability] An ability gifted to those among the Takehara, it allows for one's own perspective to be seen as far greater than those of another and their views to shift more in the direction of the user. As time progressed, Aiya has gained further usage for this talent and has made use of it as a means toward gaining the advantage over others and shifting their views and agenda toward her own. It is a manipulation of ones own words and using them to direct another into believing what it is that Aiya wants them to believe. While easy to use in conversation, the young woman has made it a key tactic in infiltration and as well as combat in prompting others to be less defensive toward her and even at times lowering their guard to give her an opening she could exploit. This skill has made her the perfect spy, as despite her perhaps not being there, she is able to influence another's thoughts with a small application of chakra to twist the will of an individual or even a group into taking her word as law and giving her anything that her heart desires.

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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION

[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

Rin looked to Squeakers at first, nodding briefly. It was obvious to him that a hidden village would not be a detective agency. But, something about it felt closer to what he was searching for. Of course, he was not sure what it was. His brain was fuzzy. The only thing he knew for certain was he had a calling to come here, and what he was capable of as a shinobi. He remembered the vague outlines of why he was the way he was - the trauma that he had endured to this point, but he did not remember why, or when or where. He knew though that he could be a valuable asset.

So, the blond looked to Aiya now and with her words he would nod here too.

"I understand. I have already changed, I think. Long before I came here. I don't know why, or how. But, I have changed. I'm not who I used to be. I understand what it takes to be a shinobi." But, as before he did not understand why or how. It was a strange feeling like a hole was placed in the forefront of his memories, each one stamped with hot iron to make sure a chunk was always missing. As if the sequence of events that got him here were clear, but the details were gone.

Did he even have people that he knew and cared for from before?

"It's something I need to focus on. Actually, I think it's the only thing I know how to focus on. This sort of lifestyle. Heh, maybe the spirits brought me here but decided not to elaborate on how or why. I'm starting to think I was born from the rain drops." It was a pensive joke and it made him chuckle a little bit as they sat there in the tea house, slowly drying off.

"Silly, isn't it?"

317 words. Mikazuki Aikawa Takehara Aiya.

by sixsmith.

[Mikazuki Aikawa]

[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"]

I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac

Squeakers glanced at Aiya as she spoke her gentle words of confirmation. Of course, he expected nothing less from her response, and the masked shinobi was content to observe as she handled most of the talking. He didn't disagree with anything she said.
    When the waitress came to their table, Squeakers lightly raised his hand to notion for attention, then made a brief request for some chamomile tea.
    Rin also had a fair bit to say, all of which Squeakers listened to despite himself. It seemed that the blond boy was still set in his convictions: which was perfectly fine. As much as he was content to dissuade someone from the path of shinobi; if he had the conviction, the motivation and the drive--whatever that may look like--it wasn't really Squeakers' place to stop him. Not really. And the final say was never his to begin with, anyway.
    The boy, in light jest, made comment of how he thought he might have been born from the rain.
    It was a thought; poetic.
    And perhaps the most accurate way to describe his feelings, but without any care to shoot the idea down, it derailed Squeakers' own train of thought. I wonder what I would have been born from? If we're to say something like that. 
    He let out a breath of a laugh.
    I've heard once of a people bred from hatred. Some born from a curse. If he's born from the raindrops, I wonder where I'm born from?
    "Yes, that's quite silly indeed," Squeakers confirmed, though he didn't sound all that patronizing.

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[Takehara Aiya]

A Wanderer "Heh heh...I imagine such a thing is outside of reality..." Aiya would listen as her companion seemed to think that what Rin had said was indeed silly, though she had some semblance of understanding the boy's feelings. She imagined many did. Would that make him capable of fulfilling his duties as a shinobi of Amegakure? Possibly not. Though perhaps it was not her place to judge him for such dedication. Especially as he seemed to have a clear lapse of any knowledge of his background or history. Perhaps there was none or he simply wished to keep it from himself. It wasn't outside of the mind's abilities to block memories of trauma. But then, there were other means of such a feat as well. But she could not detect anything amiss, and she imagined that if he were lying, she'd have picked up on it. So either he was indeed this blank shell, or he was capable of such denial of his past that he believed it completely. "So what say you Squeakers? Do you believe our youth friend has the makings of a shinobi?" A small smile crossed her lips as she then closed her eyes while drawing her hand from the table and resting it beneath her face. SPOILER: Click to show [-Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Silver Tongue Temptress[RP Suggestive Ability] An ability gifted to those among the Takehara, it allows for one's own perspective to be seen as far greater than those of another and their views to shift more in the direction of the user. As time progressed, Aiya has gained further usage for this talent and has made use of it as a means toward gaining the advantage over others and shifting their views and agenda toward her own. It is a manipulation of ones own words and using them to direct another into believing what it is that Aiya wants them to believe. While easy to use in conversation, the young woman has made it a key tactic in infiltration and as well as combat in prompting others to be less defensive toward her and even at times lowering their guard to give her an opening she could exploit. This skill has made her the perfect spy, as despite her perhaps not being there, she is able to influence another's thoughts with a small application of chakra to twist the will of an individual or even a group into taking her word as law and giving her anything that her heart desires.

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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION

[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

Rin ordered his tea, something quite normal - green, with little variety. Then waited, smiling briefly towards the masked young man who agreed that it was in fact quite silly. Though it was not in any sort of antagonistic way, which set Rin's mind and heart at ease.

The waitress would bring their teas, and soon after Rin found himself wrapping his hands around his cup, warming his palms on the smooth exterior with a delicate contented sigh. He was no longer as concerned about the cold, or wet. Undoubtedly he would have to get himself an umbrella, if he was going to stay around these parts. Which, his heart of hearts had told him to stay.

Aiya looked towards the masked one and asked about whether or not he had the makings of a shinobi. It was hard to tell, after all he had not shown a single skill to them - though he knew he had those skills that made a shinobi - and had only spoken in an admittedly semi-cryptic way. But, he was being honest in that he had no inkling of where he came from or how he had managed to get here aside from directions and poorly napkin drawn maps from locals. That was the truth. He did not even know how he knew that he had skills, and the fact that he knew what those skills were.

It was all very strange and confusing.

"I hope I am satisfactory," He hummed with a small chuckle before finally braving the steaming liquid with a sip.

258 words. Mikazuki Aikawa Takehara Aiya.

by sixsmith.

[Mikazuki Aikawa]

[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"]

I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac

Was he a satisfactory shinobi? "I have no idea," Squeakers stated, pulling out a straw from--seemingly--nowhere and dipping one end into his cup of tea, the other slipping easily into the hole in his mask. He took a sip from his tea as he thought on it a bit more. It was entirely possible that the boy had his head on securely--if he had come from nothing, then it was possible that Amegakure could become his everything. People like that, Squeakers knew, tended to be very loyal--they had a strong foundation anchoring them to not only their village, but to the fight. It was easier to give up, or not to push oneself, if you had nothing to protect--no goal to guard.
    But dreams and fantasies weren't all that a shinobi was made of.
    Sure, a good foundation was helpful--but at the end of the day, it still meant nothing if your house was made of straw.
    "It's too early to tell, really. Sure, kid's got spirit, but... can he fight? Is he prepared to face the horrors of the shinobi world? I'd have to test him first to properly gauge his prowess and even if he wasn't anything special..." Squeakers shrugged. "That could also change with the right support." He took another sip. "I'll throw 'im to Sanosuke and let the Lord decide his fate. I don't have the jurisdiction or care to be bothered guesstimating." 

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[Takehara Aiya]

A Wanderer "Indeed...a most knowledgable response..." Perhaps there was no more to be said on the subject. As the young man had no real memory of his past and seemed only driven by the desire of service, it seemed only right to let the Lord of Amegakure be the judge of whether or not he had what it took. But there was much to decide on just if this was the only merits in which to base this decision upon. There was indeed something, a lingering doubt perhaps on her part, but the truth was always something of a fickled thing. If one did truly believe in a lie, it could often be used to convince others of it's truth. While she may be getting answers from him, it did not make his claim any way valid. Of course, this would require more digging and if his previous location was out there, she'd simply have to find it. Or not...these days she spent much of her time within her hospital, so such assignments were more or less left to field operatives such as Squeakers. But it would be a lie to admit that she wasn't at least curious by this little mystery man. As she continued to smile, her eyes would close as she continued to sip from her cup, allowing their moment to no longer be deterred by thoughts of questioning. That would indeed be the matter that came next and it seemed best to allow for the story to sink in for now. Perhaps even for the boy himself. SPOILER: Click to show [-Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Silver Tongue Temptress[RP Suggestive Ability] An ability gifted to those among the Takehara, it allows for one's own perspective to be seen as far greater than those of another and their views to shift more in the direction of the user. As time progressed, Aiya has gained further usage for this talent and has made use of it as a means toward gaining the advantage over others and shifting their views and agenda toward her own. It is a manipulation of ones own words and using them to direct another into believing what it is that Aiya wants them to believe. While easy to use in conversation, the young woman has made it a key tactic in infiltration and as well as combat in prompting others to be less defensive toward her and even at times lowering their guard to give her an opening she could exploit. This skill has made her the perfect spy, as despite her perhaps not being there, she is able to influence another's thoughts with a small application of chakra to twist the will of an individual or even a group into taking her word as law and giving her anything that her heart desires.

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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION

[Sato Rin]

YOU HAVE ALWAYS WORN YOUR
HEART UPON YOUR SLEEVE ―

Rin looked towards the masked individual and nodded. The words were honest, and he understood that there was little to go off of. After all, they had come to him wandering around aimlessly in the rain. The fact that he was not dead, despite that he was wet and cold was probably the only shown factor in that he was at least somewhat capable. The rest remained in his strange dictionary of knowledge that he could easily draw upon now, with scarcely any understanding of how he had stumbled across such knowledge.

They would continue to sit there, Rin sipping at his tea and the rest doing the same. There was not a lot to be said. Perhaps in the future he would be tested, and perhaps he would be deemed a very decent addition to Amegakure no Sato. Perhaps not. The future was as unknown as the past. But one thing was certain, Rin's mind was circling around the village, and the desire to be here no matter what. Something was driving him to remain, and he would have to prove to everyone here that he was worthy of it.

But not now, right now he just wanted to get warm, drink his tea and enjoy company after many weeks of loneliness and solitude.

215 words. Mikazuki Aikawa Takehara Aiya.

by sixsmith.