Post by Kiga on May 13, 2013 16:22:26 GMT -5
Kiga had not slept, nor could he. In fact, he was a downright mess on this day and had spent much of it simply sitting lazily atop the bell tower, staring out into nothing and seeing about the same. His muscles ached, his eyes bruned and were red and his head throbbed.
He'd killed someone. Not just someone, he'd done that many times before. But someone who shouldn't have been killed. They shouldn't have been there, they should have been someone else and Kiga, should have been more careful.
It was crueld and unjust that he'd had such trouble keeping the man in question alive, if only because he didn't want Piper executed in front of so many children. The woman with the hammer had certainly tried her damndest. Kiga might wonder later if she'd even be concered had he let her kill an innocent, but right now that didn't occur to him at all. He only knew he killed someone unintentionally. It wasn't a mistake. 'Mistake' wasn't an appropriate word for taking someone's life. He'd spent all of the night, after the children were fed and homed, sitting atop the tower and just lost in his thoughts. There was no solace and no peace for his mind. He was Vanguard and he had failed.
Know all things. He hadn't. He'd failed the simplest of tenets. The tears crashed into the back of his eyelids once more and again, he held them back, only to stare at that same nothingess and not find hope.
The climb to Grayell's house was harder these days, it was less travelled and the woods had swollen out and onto the hill, swallowing up the path and bringing the canopy in tight. It was dim and dense and took some work to pick his way through, but when he came upon the treetop cottage, he could not remember his coming here. He looked up at the house and stared, looking for one of two people that had to five him hope. He knew no one else. He wanted Ely but she was not home and it was for the best, he could not tell her what had happened. So he'd come here, looking for Grayell and Kiko and hoping that somehow, some way, they'd make things right. Make them better.
Part of Kiga was a very scared, very worried little boy right now and whilst he very much needed direction, needed them to set him on the right path, he didn't make himself known. He was also very afraid they would be angry, or dissapointed.
The ninja wasn't making a great deal of sense, though his thoughts were kept to himself alone. Slowly, a little at a atime, he was losing a battle with himself and falling apart. Years upon years of a cold, uncaring exterior and a grim, professional manner came tumbling down and left him slumped to the ground at the base of a tree, his face in his hands as he wept.
He'd killed someone. Not just someone, he'd done that many times before. But someone who shouldn't have been killed. They shouldn't have been there, they should have been someone else and Kiga, should have been more careful.
It was crueld and unjust that he'd had such trouble keeping the man in question alive, if only because he didn't want Piper executed in front of so many children. The woman with the hammer had certainly tried her damndest. Kiga might wonder later if she'd even be concered had he let her kill an innocent, but right now that didn't occur to him at all. He only knew he killed someone unintentionally. It wasn't a mistake. 'Mistake' wasn't an appropriate word for taking someone's life. He'd spent all of the night, after the children were fed and homed, sitting atop the tower and just lost in his thoughts. There was no solace and no peace for his mind. He was Vanguard and he had failed.
Know all things. He hadn't. He'd failed the simplest of tenets. The tears crashed into the back of his eyelids once more and again, he held them back, only to stare at that same nothingess and not find hope.
The climb to Grayell's house was harder these days, it was less travelled and the woods had swollen out and onto the hill, swallowing up the path and bringing the canopy in tight. It was dim and dense and took some work to pick his way through, but when he came upon the treetop cottage, he could not remember his coming here. He looked up at the house and stared, looking for one of two people that had to five him hope. He knew no one else. He wanted Ely but she was not home and it was for the best, he could not tell her what had happened. So he'd come here, looking for Grayell and Kiko and hoping that somehow, some way, they'd make things right. Make them better.
Part of Kiga was a very scared, very worried little boy right now and whilst he very much needed direction, needed them to set him on the right path, he didn't make himself known. He was also very afraid they would be angry, or dissapointed.
The ninja wasn't making a great deal of sense, though his thoughts were kept to himself alone. Slowly, a little at a atime, he was losing a battle with himself and falling apart. Years upon years of a cold, uncaring exterior and a grim, professional manner came tumbling down and left him slumped to the ground at the base of a tree, his face in his hands as he wept.