Scars run Deep P.

Alaki · 01-28-2012, 05:10 PM

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ITOU ALAKI

Closet mind is distorted instability.

Please release me before breaking.

So long... In humiliation

The final art is your dead face

Word Count :: 577 Permission to kill me for being so slow with this ;______;

It had been just yesterday he'd woken up and everything at the time had seemed fine. Which of course, was the young Rakeeb simply slipping into denial once more and pushing all his problems away and refusing to deal with them, refusing to come to terms with the fact he'd almost lost Miwa, had gained a second daughter and was blind to top everything off. Laying there he felt the warmth of another laying behind him and he couldn't help it; he mentally rolled his eyes and sighed out loud, the simple sound expressing the fact he was growing quickly resigned to the fact the ghostly male simply didn't listen. Opening his eyes, although only seeing through one, he turned to find the pale male sprawled out on his bed beside him. Strange guy and with the thought he grinned, shook his head slightly and eased himself off the bed without disturbing Alex. All over he ached, throbbed and he could feel the tug of his cuts where he had been torn open by the bears claws. The more sane, weaker part of him wanted to curl back on the bed beside the strange male and sleep until all the pain went away, but that wasn't whom he was. He couldn't sit still, he need to do something... to move his damaged body and take all his pent up emotion out on something.

Padding away from the bed of furs and over to one of the two tables push against the left wall of the training space he attached his usual array of weapons, grabbed a leather strip and pushed his hair back, gathering it and tying it up in a quick, practised motion. Stepping back from the tables he turned to look back at Alex, confirming the stranger was still asleep. Looking at the other he knew it was completely not normal that a complete stranger had moved into his cave and was sharing his bed, but then from what he'd seen nothing involving the pierced male was normal and he couldn't help but be dragged into Alex's pace and strange little world. Grinning, he suppressed a laugh and exited his chambers. Keeping a slow, steady pace he managed to make his way over to the village and within it the training grounds; he entered what was once the sawmill and began working with his Katana.

Pain spread through his body and his breath was heavy, but still he pushed himself through the basic sword motions, swinging and slaughtering imaginary foes that surrounded him. But time and time again he found himself off balance, tripping, the angles of his cuts of, swinging too wide with little control. All his time practising and working to become adapt with weapons suddenly seemed pointless, everything was off and he couldn't even complete the basic stuff. Releasing his right arm from the handle he swung his left arm with katana in hand out into his blind spot, unease filling him as both arm and blade left his field of vision. “Shit!” he threw the blade down and raised both hands to his head, pushing his fringe back and running one through his hair, knocking the healing wounds that scattered his face. Flinging his hands down he turned sharply, he legs flared with pain that he ignored, and growled at whomever had called his name and disturbed him. “What” he barked out harshly without really thinking or registering whom had spoken..

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