There he sat, quiet and alone. Before him was a bar, beside him was other customers, and right in front of him was six empty bottles, four shot glasses, and a glass filled to the rim with beer. The foam had begun to slide off the side of the cup, as he grabbed it by it's handle and began to drink. His mind had been clouded lately, most likely due to his extended stay within the cloud village no doubt. "The more I stay here, the more I don't want to leave." He thought to himself, as he gulped down his drink and slammed the cup to the table. "I need another, please." He told the bartender, who at this point decided not to oblige him. "Buddy, I'm gonna have to cut you off. You've been putting them down all night." He told Sairasu, only before grabbing the glasses and putting them into the sink behind him. "I'm far from drunk... tipsy, yes.. but drunk, no. Why?" He asked the bartender.
"Because, I'm not the type of person who wants to make a profit off others misery." The bartender stated. "Is it that obvious?" Asked Sairasu, before leaning forward and putting his head into his folded arms on the table. "I see a lot of people come and go, but pain is one thing I'll never forget. Whats bothering you?" Asked the bartender. "You are aware that the Hidden Mist Village no longer exsist? Or more so, it's frozen over and abandoned... that was my home and now, I work as a mercenary. My friends, family... everythings gone now, and I can't solve any of this..." He stated, easily opening up to this random stranger. "Why not join another village? You can make new friends, build a new family. Your loneliness would be solved." He told Sairasu, as he continued cleaning the glasses.
"The Mist Village made me. I was nothing but a farmers son before the village brought me into it's academy and trained me. When I suffered, it healed me. When I needed something, it supplied me with a means to obtain it. Everything I had, and everything I have now, is because of the Mist Village. Who am I to betray the village, even if it doesn't exist? My heart belongs to the Mist. I belong to the Mist. It was my everything, and now it's my only thing. I'd much rather die now than continue on and forget about the memories and bonds I formed within the Mist. I simply can't join another village. My brethren have, but my heart still stays true to the Mist. I am still loyal to the Mist. I can't." He stated, with pain obviously in his voice. "Well, then I don't know what to tell you, but that seats for paying customers. You need to be on your way here soon." He told him, before turning back to him and nodding towards the door.
Pulling out his wallet, he laid some money and a tip on the table in front of him and got up, only to stumble out the door. His eyes were glossy, and it was obvious that he had been drinking not only from his eyes, but the way that his feet stumbled. Making it only a short distance down the road, he sat down beside a building and watched as people walked by. He looked rough, as if he had been in one hell of a battle; truth be told, mentally he had been. What was going to happen to him? Maybe there was someone who could make him feel better.
[Wc: 605] [Marked]
"Because, I'm not the type of person who wants to make a profit off others misery." The bartender stated. "Is it that obvious?" Asked Sairasu, before leaning forward and putting his head into his folded arms on the table. "I see a lot of people come and go, but pain is one thing I'll never forget. Whats bothering you?" Asked the bartender. "You are aware that the Hidden Mist Village no longer exsist? Or more so, it's frozen over and abandoned... that was my home and now, I work as a mercenary. My friends, family... everythings gone now, and I can't solve any of this..." He stated, easily opening up to this random stranger. "Why not join another village? You can make new friends, build a new family. Your loneliness would be solved." He told Sairasu, as he continued cleaning the glasses.
"The Mist Village made me. I was nothing but a farmers son before the village brought me into it's academy and trained me. When I suffered, it healed me. When I needed something, it supplied me with a means to obtain it. Everything I had, and everything I have now, is because of the Mist Village. Who am I to betray the village, even if it doesn't exist? My heart belongs to the Mist. I belong to the Mist. It was my everything, and now it's my only thing. I'd much rather die now than continue on and forget about the memories and bonds I formed within the Mist. I simply can't join another village. My brethren have, but my heart still stays true to the Mist. I am still loyal to the Mist. I can't." He stated, with pain obviously in his voice. "Well, then I don't know what to tell you, but that seats for paying customers. You need to be on your way here soon." He told him, before turning back to him and nodding towards the door.
Pulling out his wallet, he laid some money and a tip on the table in front of him and got up, only to stumble out the door. His eyes were glossy, and it was obvious that he had been drinking not only from his eyes, but the way that his feet stumbled. Making it only a short distance down the road, he sat down beside a building and watched as people walked by. He looked rough, as if he had been in one hell of a battle; truth be told, mentally he had been. What was going to happen to him? Maybe there was someone who could make him feel better.
[Wc: 605] [Marked]