In the morning, much like every other morning proceeding this one, Fayt would wake from his slumber in a dull and listless moan. His naked body shivered against the cold air which seeped through the open window. Clutching the Red Satin Blankets he sat up and looked upon his katana which lay unsheathed on the table. His mind would wonder through the empty halls of his mind, trying to recall the touch of the women he once new as love, his heart filled with pain, and as the years grow shorter he found himself having more and more difficulty recognizing her face in the memories he clang to. As he stood up, he kept the blanket covering his lower half letting it hang from his waist. Slowly he dragged his feet over to the closet from where he quietly dressed. A sigh left his lips..."Hello there", he spoke softly as a little bird flew to the window sill chirping his merry tune. He turned and walked towards the door of his room, and stopped. Smiling he turned his head to the side and asked,"Coming?" Quickly, as if the bird heard him, it flew away. He whistled lightly stepping out of his room and strolling down the hall. He soon stopped as he passed a certain room, a room with chains, nailed wood, and seals covering the door. Placing his hand over the handle he went to turn the knob, not that it would open, more as if to make sure it was still locked. Realizing all was well, he proceeded on his way towards the stairs at the end of the wooden hall way. Once he began the 1st step his happy mood would return. His mind excited, his hands shaky, his eyes closed as if to hide a surprise from himself, sweating and heavy in breathe he raced down the steps. 'Today's the Day, I just know it'. Hoping some one, anyone would be in the 1st floor. When he reached the Tavern he opened his eyes only to disappointment. His heart again hang low as he stepped across the cold and dust covered floor. A sigh was all that was heard, his mind again empty. He sat down at his bar table and poured himself a shot of sake, as he did so he pulled out a bowl and placed a few pretzels inside. A tear drained from his eye as he watched his little bird friend fly over to eat from the bowl. He spoke to his only friend, "I'm sorry little one", he cried out quietly as he scratched his friends neck with his index finger,"I'm running low on food, and unless I have any customers soon, I won't be able to feed you anymore". Once these sorrowful words left his mouth, as if the bird understood him, it flew over to shoulder and rubbed it's head on his cheek to dry the tear. A laugh wept from his lips as he nuzzled the bird and whistled for him, as the bird chirped back in return. "Your my only friend". He smiled pounding his drink down, lightly wetting the dryness that had hurt his throat. A still tired and hungry feeling come over him, as he looked upon all the drink he had, yet knowing he was low on food he would starve himself before take what little he could give his friend.
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