Kurome trickled down her touch of joy and laughter upon Wahyu where his firing threshold required less action potential for the neurons to get going. Kurome's coal-black eyes met parallel with Wahyu's own empty optical mirrors. She felt like she was cuddling a baby right behind his head while trying to get him to show some sliver of a smile. This voided shell of a boy, with no hopes or aspirations, no raison d'etre, except to walk a weak shinobi path lamely and aimlessly, Kurome could understand with all of her heart that no hope came from the boy. It wasn't that he wasn't amused, but the very core of his being simply cannot be. Kurome nodded and merely repeated what Jimmy told her to do. "Dee..." she sounded out. "Jin". The boy, who was at heart an innocent doll of a child, fixed himself from her touch and wanted something in his stomach now.
Sharing Hiryo's attitude, Kurome also could see that she had to be elsewhere. Perhaps another time. "Dee.... jin", she repeated, admiring the wisdom of the sage-like Jimmy. She turned away from the kids and walked towards the mountains, where she'd do her training sessions. She walked away with her wrist turned and hands out in the open, feeling the close grip of her friend as they walked away, while Kurome could be heard repeating the phrase ever and ever again, slowly disappearing from the scene...
[EXIT]
Sharing Hiryo's attitude, Kurome also could see that she had to be elsewhere. Perhaps another time. "Dee.... jin", she repeated, admiring the wisdom of the sage-like Jimmy. She turned away from the kids and walked towards the mountains, where she'd do her training sessions. She walked away with her wrist turned and hands out in the open, feeling the close grip of her friend as they walked away, while Kurome could be heard repeating the phrase ever and ever again, slowly disappearing from the scene...
[EXIT]
