It has been little over a month since Ziren's apartment was destroyed by his late dead brother, Jirosho. He has been scavenging the area the past couple weeks of things that he held dear to his heart.
He had some pictures that survived the fire. One of which was him and Hana, standing side by side. Ziren smiled at that picture. He loved every minute he has had with her, and he is glad that he is a lucky guy to have someone like her.
The next picture was that of him and Soku. He treats her like a little sister, and yeah, maybe he is overprotective of her, but they have been through so much. Despite both being from rivalling clans back in Cloud, Ziren has never grown so close to someone to think if them as family. Very little bit of people hold that title that he gives them.
The next... Wait a minute. He has never seen this picture before. It was he could only guess a picture of his parents. The woman had blue hair, and the man had this sense of sureness about him, confidence. Ziren never seen this picture, but he has a feeling that Jirosho did this as a last punch in the gut before his death.
He put the pictures into his pocket and found his old guitar underneath some rubble. Despite how the fire destroyed a lot of stuff, it seemed that the debris may have saved this from destruction. Ziren played some notes on the guitar, and surprisingly, it worked just fine. But with his metal arm, it was kinda hard to play the right notes, so it sounded like an amateur trying their hand at music, which, funnily enough, Ziren is an amateur.
He was absorbed in looking at his guitar, with the thought of that one picture still burned inside of his mind as he stood there in the burnt mound of where his apartment once stood.
He had some pictures that survived the fire. One of which was him and Hana, standing side by side. Ziren smiled at that picture. He loved every minute he has had with her, and he is glad that he is a lucky guy to have someone like her.
The next picture was that of him and Soku. He treats her like a little sister, and yeah, maybe he is overprotective of her, but they have been through so much. Despite both being from rivalling clans back in Cloud, Ziren has never grown so close to someone to think if them as family. Very little bit of people hold that title that he gives them.
The next... Wait a minute. He has never seen this picture before. It was he could only guess a picture of his parents. The woman had blue hair, and the man had this sense of sureness about him, confidence. Ziren never seen this picture, but he has a feeling that Jirosho did this as a last punch in the gut before his death.
He put the pictures into his pocket and found his old guitar underneath some rubble. Despite how the fire destroyed a lot of stuff, it seemed that the debris may have saved this from destruction. Ziren played some notes on the guitar, and surprisingly, it worked just fine. But with his metal arm, it was kinda hard to play the right notes, so it sounded like an amateur trying their hand at music, which, funnily enough, Ziren is an amateur.
He was absorbed in looking at his guitar, with the thought of that one picture still burned inside of his mind as he stood there in the burnt mound of where his apartment once stood.
