Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160514223311/@comment-24479578-20160515001535

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The heaviness was felt with each day that had passed. The tears that were shed and the mourning that was felt throughout the Hyuga Compound. Miyako would walk around in her clothes of mourning. Both of her children were now gone. The ones that made her life full and complete had been taken from her. An empty shell now, Miyako couldn’t stop the tears that fell from her eyes as she held onto a tunic that had belonged to her son and she let her daughter’s pet ferret crawl along her shoulders. ( https://66.media.tumblr.com/4b53f4cf45e7f72910ca5120f19a8aa8/tumblr_mnzdt6fGen1s645eto1_500.gif)

There was no way for her to keep the soft sobs from leaving her lips while she looked out the window at the rain that came falling down. Nothing could fill the empty place that was now there in her heart and soul from her children. Slowly, strong hands slid over and around Miyako’s shoulders and pulled her close as she looked up to see her husband with redness edging his eyes as well. Kenta looked down to his wife and gently brought his hand up to brush her tears from her face. He knew his wife’s sorrow and shared in her grief. The first battle for their village, they lost their son and now, their daughter for a village that was not even their home. They held no loyalty to this place, yet now their daughter was gone as well. Both so strong in their way. Both had become promising young Shinobi and made Kenta proud to call them his children.

Miyako turned her head and continued with her tears and sobs as she pressed her head up against his chest while he softly stroked down over her long midnight blue hair. “They are together now in death, my Orchid. They will always be with one an…” With a quick snap of her head, Miyako looked up to Kenta with a pained and angry look to her blue tinted hues. “THEY SHOULD BE HOME! THEY SHOULD BE HERE WITH US! NOT FIGHTING SOME BATTLE FOR A KAGE THAT CAN NOT EVEN TAKE CARE OF HIS OWN PEOPLE!” She screamed at him which caused Meeko to slide down her back and run into his cage. Kenta knew there was going to be no way of calming his beloved wife from the sorrow that she harbored. Gripping her shoulders, he guided her to stand and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him as she buried her face once more into his chest while she clung tightly to him. “I will speak with Ikeru. I know it will not bring our children back to us, but I may be granted answers, Miyako. It is the best I can give you to ease your suffering, my midnight orchid.” He said to her as he slid his fingers through the strands of her hair. “I know I can not heal your heart, but let me try. Please.” He’d walk with her from Hitomi’s room and out into the sitting area. Guiding her to sit, he went and got her some hot tea. Bringing it back to her, he handed it to her and kissed the side of her head. “Here, to soothe your aching heart…” Standing from his wife, Kento once more took on the hardened look to his chiseled face. Though it was still very clear that he had been crying. The long straight black hair had been tied back at the very base of his neck  as he straightened out his attire. To the outside world, Kenta was one with few emotions. The only softness he had ever shown had been to his wife. Even his children never knew him to be a gentle man.

Kenta walked from the compound with an umbrella and said not a word as he had made his way towards the Hokage’s home. His eyes were of the purest white and gleamed with the residual tears that refused to fall. A man of very few words, he was one that would not jump to conclusions but as he heard the overwhelming amount of questions that the group of people were placing forward and voicing, he couldn’t say that he disagreed. Closing his eyes a moment, he turned to see the memorial of those that had fallen for Konoha. In fresh writing which made it stick out with the rest of the newly carved names, he saw his Hitomi’s name. It caused the man to stand still. How he always was so hard with her. Never truly giving her the attention that she had craved from him and her brother. Constantly looking down on her. Now, when she had just began to blossom and show him what she could truly do, she had been taken from him. His gentle flower was now gone forever and he didn’t even get to say he loved her or good bye. Kenta closed his eyes as he pressed his lips together, trying to hold his tears back to be shed in the privacy of his home. ( http://pa1.narvii.com/5827/03df931152ac3cfa07f1bf07bf9b2100ea5ed01f_hq.gif)

He’d continue to walk as if he was not bothered by it. When asked, he would speak as if it was his wife that had sent him. The man would not show weakness in public as it would bring shame to his character. He’d near the mansion and look to the crowed of people. Looking about, there were many that he had recognized and when others came up to him with condolences, he would give a grim nod of his head and a soft yet stern ‘Thank you. I will pass it along to Miyako.” For now, he would wait in silence as his eyes would continue to look over the gathering of people. They all wished for answers and come hell or high water, they would get them. It would be hard for this to be something for Ikeru to ignore.