Post by Hatori Sohma on Jul 7, 2006 0:14:44 GMT -5
It was a slightly chilled night in the middle of autumn, as outside the world had succumb to blackness of that which was the night. A cooling breeze swept through the trees, creating an eerie melody to be played. Their leaves rustled and added their rhymth to the night, and the songs of the night birds. The grove was small, harboring a small home.Which reflected in a few of the windows a pale golden light, which cast its shadows onto the ground outside.
In a quiet room of the home several small candles were burning. A few which were flickering, their embers threatening to go out. In the shadows of the room, a form kneeled gazing into the empty darkness of the room. The light cast flickering shadows up and down his slender form. He was dressed, but what could be seen, in a sleek formal uniform. A darker colored jacket was pulled over a white long-sleeved, but light-weight shirt and black pants. At the moment he seemed to simply be staring into the vague shadows of the room. Blank gold-colored eyes gazed ahead, while well-listening ears made out the sounds of shouts, beyond the solitary confinement of the room. His expression, for the moment, remained apathic. Though, each time his ears caught Akito's cold voice, he winced slightly. Once the fight reached a level of danger he would naturally step in. Akito was not well, and it was his duty to ease his anger and rage, and do what could be done to help cure his illness.
He could hear Akito's voice rising and then heard slamming and further shouting. Wincing once more at the escalation of the commotion he quietly stood up and walked to the door, slowly opening it and walking out, just in time to catch a sarcastic remark from Kyo.
Listening he picked up Akito's voice and slowly walked over to him. At first he spoke softly and asked him to please calm down. Which in response turned Akito's wrath unto him, and he recoiled slightly. Though once the head Sohma stalked forward, again he called out, and again Akito turned on him, a slender hand suddenly was struck across his face. He looked away, and then slowly turned his gaze back to the head Sohma. "Akito, please..stop this. Let's return to your room so that we can deal with this in a less active environment. Please do excuse the rudeness of the other householders. They do not understand the severity of your ailment. So please, let us go back to your room. It is more peaceful and quiet. You do not need all this ruckus. It'll only further your ailment." That only encouraged further wrath of the dark-haired Sohma, as he turned blazing cold eyes onto him. "Akito, please." He held out his hand gently before him, but drew it back as Akito suddenly slapped it away. Again he drew back. Gold eyes still searching, their distant gaze still enduring. "Please."
In a quiet room of the home several small candles were burning. A few which were flickering, their embers threatening to go out. In the shadows of the room, a form kneeled gazing into the empty darkness of the room. The light cast flickering shadows up and down his slender form. He was dressed, but what could be seen, in a sleek formal uniform. A darker colored jacket was pulled over a white long-sleeved, but light-weight shirt and black pants. At the moment he seemed to simply be staring into the vague shadows of the room. Blank gold-colored eyes gazed ahead, while well-listening ears made out the sounds of shouts, beyond the solitary confinement of the room. His expression, for the moment, remained apathic. Though, each time his ears caught Akito's cold voice, he winced slightly. Once the fight reached a level of danger he would naturally step in. Akito was not well, and it was his duty to ease his anger and rage, and do what could be done to help cure his illness.
He could hear Akito's voice rising and then heard slamming and further shouting. Wincing once more at the escalation of the commotion he quietly stood up and walked to the door, slowly opening it and walking out, just in time to catch a sarcastic remark from Kyo.
Listening he picked up Akito's voice and slowly walked over to him. At first he spoke softly and asked him to please calm down. Which in response turned Akito's wrath unto him, and he recoiled slightly. Though once the head Sohma stalked forward, again he called out, and again Akito turned on him, a slender hand suddenly was struck across his face. He looked away, and then slowly turned his gaze back to the head Sohma. "Akito, please..stop this. Let's return to your room so that we can deal with this in a less active environment. Please do excuse the rudeness of the other householders. They do not understand the severity of your ailment. So please, let us go back to your room. It is more peaceful and quiet. You do not need all this ruckus. It'll only further your ailment." That only encouraged further wrath of the dark-haired Sohma, as he turned blazing cold eyes onto him. "Akito, please." He held out his hand gently before him, but drew it back as Akito suddenly slapped it away. Again he drew back. Gold eyes still searching, their distant gaze still enduring. "Please."
