A Lone Shinigami
Kira was growing ever more lonely and restless; he passed from place to place without really stopping for more than a few moments. Roxas had suggested things for him to do - he had tried to explore the town, but he barely registered the landmarks as he walked through.
He missed Graham, and was by now convinced that they would never meet again.
His skin crawled with the need for a purpose, a clear goal. Days were ticking by and he was no closer to finding out a way home. He hadn't even had a proper training session since his arrival here - he wanted to make sure his skills did not rust from disuse.
His unease became anger, slowly, rippling through his blood like a potent drug.
There were no answers anywhere. No comfort. No port in this storm. The road went on and on, and walking it was as useless as resisting the trap that was this world. But yet, he had anxious energy to burn and nothing to turn that effort toward.
He missed Graham, and was by now convinced that they would never meet again.
His skin crawled with the need for a purpose, a clear goal. Days were ticking by and he was no closer to finding out a way home. He hadn't even had a proper training session since his arrival here - he wanted to make sure his skills did not rust from disuse.
His unease became anger, slowly, rippling through his blood like a potent drug.
There were no answers anywhere. No comfort. No port in this storm. The road went on and on, and walking it was as useless as resisting the trap that was this world. But yet, he had anxious energy to burn and nothing to turn that effort toward.