Black Hole Sun

Just as he was about to doze off a voice called out to him. Though, perhaps he was dreaming, because he swore it sounded like his cousin Hattori. But that was impossible, Tori had been thrown off a cliff to his death on the same day Raijin’s brother had been killed. The day was burned into his memory, making his head ache worse than his hangover. His golden gaze blinked open and he looked up, a familiar dark figure standing a few feet away. The man’s brows drew together in confusion and he sat tongue tied for a moment, something incredibly rare for the strategist.

”I’ve had some pretty fucked up dreams recently, but this one is just too much,” he mumbled, his face twisting into a look of agony. Raijin had been raised to always wear a mask in front of others and that had extended even to his cousin. To everyone, he was fun loving and carefree with a brilliant mind some argued was being squandered. And maybe he had been that at one time, but these past few months had hardened him more than he’d ever thought possible. He’d drank his pain away, hardly a day going by where he was sober in a desperate attempt to just forget and pretend that everything was okay when it definitely was not. He didn’t think he’d ever be okay again, and a reason for that was the vision in front of him. A reminder of the death of a second brother.