Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-24714922-20170427032842/@comment-24714922-20170501021912

LISTEN AND CRY

They had found him. But what they found was far from what they wanted. Laying on his back with crow by his side surrounded by flowers and the headbands of Sunagakure, was Ranta, a large black pole sticking out from the centre of his chest. "no ..." he said weakly as he slowed to a stop. He took a deep shaky breath and approached slowly, one step at a time. His eyes burned with agony as he stared at the body of his sensei. "Ranta ... please" He was now only 10 meters away, his vision had tunnelled in on Ranta and he could feel a tear beginning to form. Memories rushed through his mind, tearing at his emotions and snapping his heartstrings. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe and hold back tears. He had to be strong ... right ?

'“Welcome in, make yourself at home. I’m Ranta your sensei.” '

Taka’s mind relived the moment of their first encounter like it was yesterday.

"This is a gift from my mum; she said it’s a gift on behalf of the clan. Smells like bad water"

His mind then jumped to Team Instincts first mission, the relocation of a Tiger that had been causing some ruckus. He remembered how well the team had worked under Ranta’s watchful eyes. He recalled the slash he had received across his chest from Khan’s mother. He recalled the branch breaking as He, Shinra and Naraku had fallen from a tree. He recalled how Ranta had swooped in and stopped the tiger from attacking the dazed trio but letting it bite into his arm. He remembered how he and Ranta had both agreed to not harm Khan or his mother and how Ranta had encouraged him when he suggested he would take them back home. He remembered a lot.

As he walked closer the tears were falling down his face in a steady flow now, he breathing was difficult “Please …”

He remembered learning the summoning technique from Ranta, and the unique and surprisingly fun way that Ranta taught in. How he had tried numerous times to make Takahiro slip up while doing the handseals.

“Run and dodge or you’ll get hit.”

He remembered how that training technique had required Ranta to throw numerous sharp and dangerous objects at Taka, the momentary fear he had felt followed by that sense of adrenaline.

“I won't let you down, neither will the rest of the team, we're basically a family right?"

He remembered saying that to Ranta, and it felt so much worse because it was evident now … that he had let him down. “I’m so sorry …”

He recalled the night when he unlocked his sharigan, the fear, the pain, the sadness he had felt when Ranta had been supposedly killed, but he also recalled the impeccable teamwork they had all shown, working together in such perfect unison. He only wished it was like then now, that Ranta would wake up soon enough. He was now knelt beside Ranta, sobbing, his sharingan burning with an untold pain as he stared at Ranta.

He recalled the mission they had been on, just the two of them and how the pair had grown closer in that short span of time, how they had also seen the darker sides of each other’s hearts. He wished he could have had more missions with Ranta, more of a chance to hang out with him. He wished for a lot of things.

He remembered now, the second reuniting of Team Instinct, the BBQ dinner they had all shared as a small family. Family. That seemed to be a running thing with Team Instinct.

<p class="MsoNormal">“just wanted to be extra careful so I could give you the leader you all deserve”

<p class="MsoNormal">He was more than they deserved, he was the back bone to their team, he was drove them to be who they were today. SHinra, a brainy and kind hearted Shinobi, and Taka, Lord of his Clan with a vision for the future. It was all because of him.

<p class="MsoNormal">The final and most recent memory of Ranta finally came to;

<p class="MsoNormal">'"SHINRA AND RANTA ARE MY CLOSEST FRIENDS, SO MUCH SO THAT I WOULD CONSIDER THEM FAMILY, I WOULD DIE FOR THEM AND I'LL GLADLY FIGHT BY THEIR SIDES." he picked up his cup if it had been filled and motioned for Shinra to do the same "FROM NOW ON, I CONSIDER THEM BROTHERS IN ALL BUT BLOOD"'

<p class="MsoNormal">Brothers in all but blood … yet he hadn’t been here to help him. What good was he? He had failed Ranta, he should have been here to help him. He reached out and touched Ranta’s forehead, the tears flowing down his cheeks like waterfalls.

<p class="MsoNormal">Finally the emotions hit him like a 10 ton truck, it felt like he was about to fall over, instead, he turned to the sky and screamed. It was a scream fuelled by pain and despair, the scream of someone who had lost somebody very dear to them. The scream of someone who would never be quite the same again.

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<p class="MsoNormal">As the scream faded away he just knelt there, sobbing, his heart burned, his throat burned and his eyes felt like they were about to explode.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ranta was dead.

<p class="MsoNormal">A Part of Instinct had died.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The world had lost a truly good soul and would be all the worse for it.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><UP TO THE DM TO DECIDE IF SHARINGAN ADVANCES>