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Without the darkness there can be no light without the light there can be no darkness, now let the shadow cast across the land…
 Hayato
Two legs dangled from an outreaching branch, leaning back against the trunk of the tree was a male. Hair a deep violet and eyes a bright orange stared off into the distance. Quite content with himself the man known as Hayato relaxed, letting himself and life take its course. Hayato like his counter part, if he dared call ‘it’ that, was an intellectual person, able to comprehend the difficult situations and come up with logical explanations. This is why he knew that if he decided to move at this very moment nothing would change, perhaps an encounter would happen but his ultimate purpose and title in life would not change. Thanks to the one who he was created from he was called the sinner when really it should be Aito. Taking a deep breathe he breathed out a heavy sigh and adjusted himself. His arms were crossed behind his head and from his position he could clearly see the stars that engulfed Fait. Light, such an odd thing. Supposedly suppose to be the symbol of good yet he was called a sinner, but then again with light darkness is created. For light casts a shadow even when engulfed by the dark. So perhaps it was true. Absently he mused these thoughts over wondering and just before coming to a conclusion he would waver once more. Shifting himself slightly he brought his left leg up to him letting the right hang limply. With a soft sigh he wrapped his arms around it and rested his chin on his forearm. Just ahead by about 300 feet was a temple. A place that seemed utterly abandoned, perhaps that was what they were made for. To be empty just like the temple, to realise that the thing called hope was a myth to remember and reflect that they are sinners. Created by one person who themselves were a sinner, released from them into existence in the clouds. He observed the temple taking in each detail; even from afar he had sharp eye sight and could see the major faults in the structure. Was nothing perfect? Of course, in everything there were faults, in the humans below, in them in buildings, in nature, in the planets, the galaxies in everything. Everything was faulted. Nothing was perfect and nothing would ever be perfect. It angered him in an odd way to think like that but he knew it was true.
He huffed agitatedly to himself. In a way Hayato could be a perfectionist yet at the same time he accepted that nothing was perfect. It was just when he had a chance to think such as now he couldn’t help himself but to notice and complain to himself. But the key word was himself, Hayato was far to shy to go up to anyone. Aito was the same way however he had a façade and that little façade was hyper and outgoing and not afraid of anything and so Aito would approach anybody while secretly he didn’t want to. So when Hayato was created that trait stuck rather firmly to him and so he was alone, and it was silent. The slight whisper of the wind was the only thing that seemed to come to him. Shifting himself slightly his clothing swayed. His shirt was much like a conductors clothing only white and without sleeves. Its collar brushed against his cheek eagerly, absently he swatted it away. The back of it was split in two to about his waist, a tail if you wanted to call it that. His pants were a jet black with a small design of a wing on either side. And with this set of clothing it reflected his opinions. White and black, often reflecting the colors of light and dark. Combining the two he felt at peace with himself as he let the wind rush over his still body. Letting his eyes gaze at the stars as the small illuminating glow dance of his skin in a neon like glow. He was the light, yet he was the darkness. Two contradictory things as different as fire and water that were always found together. He chuckled to himself such odd things nature made. Not one thing over powered the other, there was always its opposite right there to stop it from doing so. Hayato hunched himself slightly and brought his leg closer to him letting himself rest his head. He wasn’t tired, and even when he was it was because he was in darkness and felt weak. He rarely got tired but he always felt the need to sleep, but at this moment he was awake. With the radiance of the moon and stars allowing him to stay calm his emotions and attitude was rather mellow but he still dared not move, keeping himself stable and exact. His eyes went distant and unblinking as he became much like a statue, yet still very much so alive. He breathed steadily and slowly giving of the illusion that he was still.
But never forget the light is a guiding thing, with brilliance and shine it will lead you home but when you enter the darkness don’t be afraid…
((Oh I forgot one thing in Hayato’s powers. Could you be so kind as to add healing to the list, thank you in advance.))
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