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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.

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}