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The man stumbled from a sort of exhaustion. It was a long travel from the outskirts of Kumo to the one hidden village, but it was also a Blizzard. That was something that was just pissing him off. He hated them. He could barely see. He left his hand out behind him in case Kaelos couldn't see either, she would be able to tag along by touch instead.

The winds were harsh but they were close. It'd been almost a few days now, and it seemed they weren't getting anywhere. With snow everywhere it was sort of like, sort of like there was nothing but...well..snow. The passage of time did seem long for him, but that was because he lost his family, and was now returning to the place he burred them, and killed them.

The thoughts echoed through his mind as the snow pounded his face. But if Kae kept close to him, she wouldn't be pounded so hard due to his large over sized bag he was carrying on his back. This set the full force of the wind and snow on him, instead of her. Finally, they reached a small village that obviously looked run down and abandoned. There were still food supplies in case of disaster in each house that wouldn't go bad for another few years. He wandered in to the center of the town, his eyes setting to find his old house.

wandering a good ten minuets he finally found it. He stopped just before the door, staring at it. The snow causing his face to become red from wind burn and the shear cold. He finally pushed open the door. The blood still on the walls as well as a faded stench of death. It was a wreck but still a place of shelter just in case. It wasn't far from the Village of Yuki, but it was outside of it, enough where nothing that happened in Yuki would affect it, well as long as it wasn't a food shortage.

The blizzard was pounding the tin roof and causing massive problems with cold. Walking over to a small heater he turned it on, luckily it still had gas from that day, somewhat stale, but still usable. He sat down at the table, where a fresh meal was placed, well at the day it was fresh. He slid it aside so it would fall to the floor and he sat there, staring at the table. His thoughts raging and his feelings showing his true emotions. Though he rarely cried, his right eye formed a tear. it was from his loss.

The loss of family, friends, and even his own life. What he did wasn't excusable, and he wished he had one day, no, one measly minute to tell his parents he loved them one last time, just one time, before they died. He didn't say it them, and they died before he could even apologize. So he sat there, the events playing over and over, and his mind beginning to jumble of emotions. With out knowing it, he dropped the bag and it made a crashing on the floor, where he then slunk in his seat, the second blade he had forgotten about in a nice sheath, behind his belt.

Hiro's attention snapped back. It was as if something eery was floating in the air. Her eyes adjusting and darkening. A sound on the wind bode ill will and overall she had a bad feeling. Then again the woman was paranoid and to be thorough a bit shattered. Her mind was in pieces, leaving her sort of in an absent-minded view. Normally she would be more cautious; less indifferent. However, this time she was not as aware. Lacking the required focus, she turned to the door and walked to it, one last glance at the blade before tapping the knob gently. After a second of hesitance she gripped it with her fingers and yanked it open, staring with a look of discern at the man. Her lips were silent a she couldn't help but laugh inside her head. It was almost like looking into the eyes of the Grim Reaper.

"I am here, for it."

Was all the male said as a few images, darkened and looking exactly like him arose from behind the woman. They arose like fish out of water, rising from the deck of the floor as she stood there. They stood there, not moving, as he just simply stood there to. His hands moved slightly as his feet started to lift off the ground, the cloak dangling down so it appeared he had no legs. He was like a true example of the look of the grim reaper.

His body shifted as he bent down towards the girl, his eyes still only visible. Though, his snake like attributes a tiny bit visible. A tongue reached out and looked around, only reaching out about 1x longer than a normal tongue. It's body shifting and twisting as it's point seemed to want to find where the steel was. Finally it pointed to the blade in her hand, and like a Dementor, he just stood there, his body shifting gently. His right hand reached out to it as he aimed for her to give it to him, hopefully with out a fight.

Hiro gave the man a look wary and unsure. What was he talking about. Her eyes showed a dazed look. Her brows furrowed with a confusion and his face invaded her persoanl space. But Hiro stood, unmoving; silent like a rock. Almost as if she wasn't alive anymore, just a machine as she'd always been. His tongue sort of creeped her out and she could only barely see the clones through the haze of her disdain. He wanted the blade. With a frown she clenched herself tighter around the blade. She felt like she had to protect it or at least go down with it. It was all she had left but her will to fight was shattered in her eyes. Her body screamed she would fight but her heart.. well she had no heart at least not anymore.

The male let his body shift a little as his hands shifted in a rather fast fashion. A snake and rat would be the only thing able to be caught before it would happen. Before her eyes there would be a sudden whirl of overwhelming feeling, and suddenly, she would see his face on him. And she would see him be killed over and over again right before her eyes. It would be a simple technique, but if one lost the will to fight, then one would have to be struck by this.

While that would happen, he would lift her by the neck, moving his hands quick and gently. Like a ceremony in a creepy ass ritual of death, he would then lick her face, with the life fading from her body, and he would seem to feed of off it. Like a demented creature. After, he would take the item, and just leave with it, on his hands, and the new owner.

Hiro's eyes twitched as she watched him warily. Then it happened she knew she was caught in it, but it still damaged too much on the first blow. After all a shattered glass could not take a tap without being nothing but dust anymore. She wondered how she was actually dying but she couldn't really see it. Her breathing felt struggled and her body was quickly being overwhelmed by weakness. A buzz ran through her head and everything seemed to make peace if only for a moment. Her eyes closed and accepted her fate. After all she knew she wouldn't live forever anyways. The hand allowed the blade to slip along with her own life.

[Exit by death o-o]

The man let the corpse fall to the floor. His eyes shifting to the clones. They suddenly dispersed and he wrote a letter to all that would come to see her. It was as follows:

I can no longer take the speration from my love, and for this, I have taken my own life. I'm sorry to all I have harmed and burdened with my life, good by.

After, he simply hung her by the neck with a chair knocked over next to her body, it looked like a perfect scene of it. His body then shifted as he flew out the window, his body making it look like he was a ghost, as the door shut its self behind him.

{Exit}