Hope of Morning

Booms and clatter, sounds a ripping flesh and roars of agony. A dark figure with gleaming blue eyes, an outstretched arm reaching for a simple touch. The murmurs of his name being repeated constantly. The dark figure began to shout, causing the echoes of his own name to ring within his mind. The young man was bewildered as the figure took the similar shape of his dear sister. "Kiyomi!' He howled rather weakly, falling to his knees as tears trialed from each side of his face. Suddenly, he was awoken by the radiance of the morning sun, it peaked though the long dark shaded drapes that covered the balcony door. It would have seemed that he managed to fall asleep on the desk of his hotel room. Lifting his head from the wooden desk, the young man gazed around the room; finding it to be somewhat clean, besides the unmade bed.

He rolled the chair backwards, stretching his wingspan while yawning from exhaustion. A noise would grab his attention, bring his sights onto this desk in front of him. "Oh. Looks as if I got a email from Mi.." He whispered while opening the electronic message.

''You know, I'm getting quite feed up with you not replying to these! When are you coming home? Kirei and I miss you dearly. We haven't been doing much, it just isn't the same without our loudmouth. Hope to see you soon! XOXO

—Love, Your big Sis, Mihaya.

After reading the short message, Kiyoshi closed the portable computer. Though he thought about actually replying, he figured that he'd do it later. Realizing that he was in nothing his boxers, the young man leaded for the showers. It had been several months since that day, the disappointment of not being able to avenge his sister had scarred him mentally. Kiyoshi was not one who wished to dwell in the past. Despite his efforts to forget that day as if it were nothing; somehow, he would always be reminded of his failures. Accepting the fact that it just was not meant to be, Kiyoshi started to move on. While not able to yet face the disappointment of his family, Kiyoshi would continued to travel the world until his scars were completely healed. While the pain of his loss still lingered, Kiyoshi desired not to kill those responsible but to forgive them of their sins and return to his family.

The waters of the shower slid down his dark skin. His head hung downward, as he the gazed at the drain, watching the water flow down into it. Several minutes after cleansing himself, the young man stepped back into the chilly humidity of his room, with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. From his very own reflection in the mirror, Kiyoshi stared into his gray eyes. Wondering what he should do on a day such as this. "Meh.." He shrugged, answering his own question. From the mirror to the closet he went, rampaging through it for something to wear. Something to fit his personality -- a bold, yet not very flashy persona -- the decision was simple enough as he chose to wear his usual attire with some minor adjustments. With what usually was a solid white button down dress shirt with short sleeves and his favorite pair of dark jean and white sneakers. The buttons of the shirt weren't attached, which revealed his washboard abs and chiseled body underneath. His hair, normally worn in cornrows and dreadlocks remained unchanged. Satisfied with his appearance, the dark skinned shinobi set off to hit the buzzing streets, surrounded by the happy-go-lucky civilians and amazing attractions. The perfect getaway for his bothered soul.