*-- here, kitty, kitty .[KANADE EICHI].

[Hikage Soren]

Soren wandered through the humid, fog-ridden forest on the outskirts of Kirigakure. As he walked, he made sure to keep his arm positioned correctly so that his brother, Tomogara, would still be safe from harm. For some reason--Soren wasn't sure why--the child always seemed to stay out of trouble's way and never whined. In fact, he seemed to be constantly happy that he was with his older brother was taking care of him. Soren loved his brother for many reasons, and this was just one. He never asked for food or water, so he was surprised that Tomogara hadn't become malnourished or anything of the sort. He allowed Soren to eat all of the food he desired, and Tomogara merely sat and beamed at the other until he was finished, then hopped right back into his arms. It was the perfect relationship between brothers, and Soren enjoyed every second of it.

As he continued walking, he suddenly realized that this was not the place he had remembered being in before. He stopped cold in his tracks and glanced about, hugging Tomogara loosely to his chest as a protective measure. He held the lead pipe up in defense with a quivering, gloved hand and pointed it about at any sound in the brush. How had he gotten here? The last thing he recalled was strolling through the forests around Konohagakure with Tomogara riding happily on his shoulders. It had been warm and sunny, just as Soren liked the weather. But now, here they were, mucking through dense fog and breathing heavily in their cloaks. Was it possible? Had Comrade Winter found them?

With a yelp of fear, Soren backed up into a tree and felt tears welling in his violet eyes. He couldn't let Tomogara get hurt! Not again. There was absolutely no way that Tomogara would get a scratch as long as Soren was present. He would stand and fight so Tomogara could crawl away, but if any blood at all was shed, especially his, he wouldn't know what to do. Soren realized that he had a dreadful fear of blood, even though the liquid was currently pumping rapidly through his veins. He felt safe when he wasn't able to actually see it, but once the crimson liquid spurted from anyone's body, he knew that he would get sick, cold, clammy, and perhaps even pass out. Maybe that's what happened to him? He fainted because he saw blood, then Comrade Winter moved him to this location to further torture him?

He felt hot tears spill over and trail down his cheeks while his frame shook from sheer terror. Comrade Winter hated him and wanted him dead, and Soren was certain that he would use Tomogara to get to him somehow. He grasped the child tighter to himself as this crossed his mind. He couldn't let Comrade Winter get anywhere near Tomogara. No, he couldn't... he couldn't!

Once Soren was able to move his feet from his rooted spot near the tree, he shuffled his way off the trail and into the sea of plants behind him. His breathing came out in pants as he gasped for air. He was close to having a panic attack, but he needed to calm himself for Tomogara's sake. He needed to in order for them both to survive. They had made it this far--there was no giving up now.

With this finally settling into his psyche, Soren continued retreating until his booted foot gently tapped against something behind him. He quickly spun around with a startled cry, but as soon as his eyes landed on the injured boy sprawled on the ground, his heart skipped, and his vision went woozy.

Blood. It was covering him. He felt his grip on the pipe loosen, and it fell to the ground with a soft thud. His skin tingled, and his eyes were wide in shock. There it was, right in front of him. His lungs nearly stopped working, but he forced himself to take in a deep breath, and with it came the iron scent of the liquid. He felt his stomach lurch, and he backed away while his head spun in disbelief. What had happened here?

NOTES: Don't believe him! He's crazy! There is no Tomogara in his arms... =w= Legit. Ha-hah...

[Kanada Eichi]

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