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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 3:29 am
 Ren was almost completely absorbed in his own thoughts. He was startled when he heard another's voice and dropped the knife that was in his hand. He looked up at the gehaka that stood before him. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. He thought for a moment and finally said, "I'm the problem." He paused and brought his gaze to the ground. "I'm not of use to anyone and all I do is cause other's unhappiness. I thought it would be better if I was gone because they would probably be happier. I don't care if I lose my life if it will make other people happy..."
That's how Ren felt but there was something in his heart that was glad the gehaka crossed paths with him. He sat up and looked at the other gehaka again. He didn't know what else to say so stayed quiet and started to slip deep into his thoughts.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 3:40 am
 Yori listened to the other one, and lifted an eyebrow when he finished. It was interesting, how could you be a problem to yourself? The raven haired gehaka had a sensible head on his shoulders... but a rather naive one as well. He was lost in thought for a moment, before comming up with an answer.
"Well, then solve the problem without blood shed. Make yourself worth something. And if the people around you don't like you, then leave 'em. Get married, I dunno. But make yourself better, otherwise they win, you loose..."
He crouched down for a moment, still thinking. While he didn't know all the details, he was trying to figure out how the other felt. He himself did have a slight problem. Yori was only good for physical labor. He was a farmer, his mother had several husbands, just to work the fields that supported them. All sorts of grains and such. His muscles were well devolped from training with the sword, and from that...but otherwise he had nothing to offer. Was this gehaka the same? Only one skill that was common? It was truly a problem Yori thought often on.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 2:00 pm
Ren sighed. The more he thought about it, the less reasons made sense. He was puzzled, it was all so clear to him just awhile ago. He was probably too in the moment to check his reasoning. "I don't know how to make myself better. I'm not strong, I don't have any skills or anything like that. I would say that I'm smart if anything but now thinking about it, trying to kill myself was pretty stupid. But I don't think skills would count much if I don't plan on marrying...."
The gehaka picked up the knife he had dropped earlier and tossed it in a random direction. He decided that even if it didn't go very far - which it didn't - that it was going away before he decided to change his mind again. He wiped the blood off his neck and looked at it. He had never seen such a deep red in his life. It had never ocurred to him that blood was such a pretty color. Not even roses were as red....
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 2:04 pm
As to that, Yori just smiled. There were no grins from him, ever. He was never "too cocky". Yori was just...Yori. He stood fully up, and finished off his apple before speaking again.
"Then make yourself better. Work at your weaknesses. If you aren't strong, make yourself stronger. Chop wood, for a few hours a day. Go running. Fight someone. Do anything you can and will to make yourself stronger. I do it all the time."
Strength was the one thing he had. The only thing he had. Yori would bank on it until the day it wasn't needed. But would a haka choose him just for his strength? More than likely, just to work the farm. Or the garden or something. The thought was a little depressing, but it didn't matter.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 6:33 pm
Ren looked at Yoru and blinked. He thought for a moment. "I don't think anyone could survive with strength alone..." He furrowed his brow and frowned slightly. "I think that before I even take any steps to make myself better, I should at least find a place to stay. I doubt that my mother would let me back in after I left and I did something that got me kicked out of the other place I was staying at."
He sighed and laid back on the grass. "This is my favorite place. I come here a lot to think or relax." He stated, changing the subject. "The grass is the softest here and there's always a gentle breeze, ne?" He smiled. "What sort of places do you like to go to?"((gah! so sorry for taking so long! >.<))
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 9:40 am
He didn't have a place to stay? Well... there was nothing he could do about it. Mother wouldn't let anyone in the house who wasn't family.
"Yeah, it's nice here. I like it here...but when I'm out in the field just working... I like that too. It's what I know, so I guess it comforts me. I like my house."
Unlike many gehaka, his mother treated him very well. Even giving him money on most days to get fruit or something of that kind. Yori loved fruit, his one "sin" that was sated when he got that money. That would more than likely change when he was married off... but for now he enjoyed buying different and new kinds of fruit to try.
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