a slice of paradise

Usagi · 09-12-2022, 01:56 PM

Usagi felt quite similarly to his brother. The yearning for home was ever so strong, and though he kept a stoic, unexpressive face about himself, his heart was aching. His stomach twisted and his throat felt tight. Memories flickered in his head upon seeing the fish, remembering a pond not far from their home in Iga. The pond he'd sit at and watch the fish swim in for hours a day, until his mother scolded him and brought him back. Before he began training in the art of a nomadic group that passed by their village, before..before all that. Memories good, bad, and the deepest darkness locked away in the recesses of his head. Usagi swallowed thickly, trying to escape the flooding of emotions he held back so easily. That was Usagi for you - not always wanting to let emotion carve its way into his features to be read as easily as a book. But he, too, yearned for his home. To see his mother. To see the land he'd been born in one last time. Just once.

But life was cruel, and the thought of journeying home was appealing, but near impossible. All they could do was appreciate the slice of home they had here, and Usagi couldn't help but nod in agreement to Kuroo's whisper. Yes. Yes it was a slice of home right here in Auster. A blessing disguised by woodland and foliage overgrown. A diamond in the rough, a gem unseen by but a few eyes. He'd enjoy this place, this tucked away treasure, for as long as he saw fit. For as long as his Kaicho and his brother needed. He took a seat by the pond, basking his mind in the faint scratching of cat claws on rotted wood and the bubbling of koi fish at the pond's surface. Peaceful. Like home.

”Speech” ’Thought’

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