Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25687356-20161128201711/@comment-30575150-20161128210856

-Naraku laid flat in his bed, staring into the darkness that was his room. “Flowers? No chocolate, no wait both!” he began to ramble into the night as he thought over the letter which he received just ten minutes ago. Deep into the night he thought of what to bring as offering to his new leader.



Dawn encroached the dusk until finally the sun beamed in gentle brilliance flooding the apartment of Naraku with loving light that kissed his weary form. Naraku having stayed up late into the night was exhausted by day break and so he moved groggily toward the coffee machine in his apartment. As the pot brewed he went about his daily preparations. He brushed his teeth, combed his brilliant golden mane, and washed his face.

“Come on Naraku old boy.” He smacked himself across the face as he finally began to pour himself a cup of bitter sweet coffee having added a rather large amount of sugar to sweeten this poison. As he sipped his creation he began to re-read the letter and upon finishing his coffee proceeded to hang the letter on his fridge as it was something both important and dear.

He dressed himself, adorning his black skin tight shirt, black slacks, and a spring green haori that only covered one arm. He began his trot to the local florist and purchase a dozen red roses and a box of chocolates. As he trotted over to his sensei he noticed the time and began to body flicker to move faster. When he arrived he rang the bell to the apartment.-