HSV: I'll be backHe looked back into the mirror one last time, all his tattoos were covered. As odd as it sounded, he was heading back into the past.
This meant that he needed to dress from that time period. Thankfully, he had found a chest of old musty clothes that belong to his ancestors oh so many years ago. He had found a long sleeve black shirt with high collar, some worn black pants, a pair of deerskin boots and dark blue robe to wear over it.
He had even trimmed his hair; it was short and spiky making him look older than he really was. He looked down at the desk and the 4 silver bars that laid on top. He couldn’t wear them into the past; he would stand out like a sore thumb.
He place the earring into a small cloth bag and tied it shut. Since he couldn’t openly carry any weapons, he had hid some on his persons, the robe concealing them from the public eye. But before he could meet up with his team, he had one last thing to take care off.
He found Yasashi getti
HSV: Guided by the HeartHe was starting to worry himself; what if he was going insane?
He was keeping track of the days, down to the minute; going to the places they loved every day, and waiting by her house.
How long has it been since he has seen her face? How long since he had heard her sweet voice? How long since he had held her tight in his arms? How long since he had felt her soft lips on his?
All he had was her picture until she returned, but that picture was just a shadow of the real thing. The picture didn’t show how her soft brown hair tumbled down on her shoulders when she took it out of bun. It didn’t show how her calm jade green eyes would light up when she saw the baby animals on the farm. And most off all it didn’t show her sweet lips would say his name, “Niro Kun.”
A pair of familiar voices snapped him out of his thoughts, looking down from the tree he was sitting he saw a young couple. It was Benkei san and his soon to be wife, Tamiko san. They were out for a walk
Stronger Woman: KonoyoI don’t care if you,
Call me names.
I don’t care if you,
Insult my intelligence.
Those words won’t shatter me,
I am stronger then I look.
The girl you see in the mirror,
Is the one fighting back at you.
I may not be the prettiest,
Or the smartest girl you know.
But I love who I am,
And the women I have become.
I have grown stronger,
Thanks to those closest to me.
They saw the jewel under all the dust,
And polished me until I gleamed.
I owe all that I am ,
To my best friends.
They are like my own personal family,
One that shall never be forgotten.
I won’t let you insult them,
I won’t let you call them names.
I will stand up for them,
Because I am a stronger women.