It was cold and all he could feel was the dropping water that touched his skin every now and then. He curled while his eyes remained closed. He pressed against the cold floor for there was nowhere else to hide into. Sometimes, even the dirt would have been better, but not the frigid stones. He was still healing, scars fresh on his back, and arms and legs, but it didn’t matter. He gritted his teeth as he let the flame keep him alive from within.
It was a harsh way to force him to train his chakra control, but there was nothing harsh about it when he wasn’t even treated as human. Sometimes, he wished he was too tired from the training so he could just sleep everything off, fall into that deep black nothingness and just wake the next day when the sun rises how above the grilled ceiling. But not tonight. The rain came and left every so often he cursed the heavens. Can’t it make up its mind if it wanted a downpour or not?
With hands crossed, breathing heavily yet with a steady rhythm, he remained asleep next to his babysitter. All the while, the dream was his least favorite of them all – the memory of his training days. It made him snuggle closer, pressing his head to other’s body, and hand reached for Hira’s own, and gripped it tightly that his nails bit onto skin. If he could growl, maybe he did. He wasn’t sure. But for now, even if the night was seemingly quiet and peaceful, he was anything but that.
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It was a harsh way to force him to train his chakra control, but there was nothing harsh about it when he wasn’t even treated as human. Sometimes, he wished he was too tired from the training so he could just sleep everything off, fall into that deep black nothingness and just wake the next day when the sun rises how above the grilled ceiling. But not tonight. The rain came and left every so often he cursed the heavens. Can’t it make up its mind if it wanted a downpour or not?
With hands crossed, breathing heavily yet with a steady rhythm, he remained asleep next to his babysitter. All the while, the dream was his least favorite of them all – the memory of his training days. It made him snuggle closer, pressing his head to other’s body, and hand reached for Hira’s own, and gripped it tightly that his nails bit onto skin. If he could growl, maybe he did. He wasn’t sure. But for now, even if the night was seemingly quiet and peaceful, he was anything but that.
[WC: 267]
[Post: 1/5]