☯︎ 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗴𝗼 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 ☯︎

𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴

tw/wounds

they had just returned from the long morning in the hospital. the rays warmed the room, heating their bodies as soon as they entered the floating temple

despite the history behind it, the place brought a certain serene atmosphere among their thoughts. except for the momentary strange sounds coming from all sides, which made Jay straighten his neck hair

without saying anything, everyone went to their own room, ready to undress their heavy gi, and change into something lighter

but something, as he walked the road to his room, managed to torment him anyway

no one remembered. it was all right, they had simply returned from the hospital, where so many children of all ages, were excited to meet their favorite ninja! or at least that's what they would have believed

despite this, that horrible scene did not go away from his head, as if every second he blinked, he could see her lifeless in his arms. such a cruel and ruthless image for a young and reborn couple

but then, the so-called word couple, always made him remember the scene, which will most likely remain unbreakable among his memories, was just the kiss. that short but so much desired kiss over the roof.. a satisfaction that cannot be explained in words

the sun that passed through the open windows of the rooms, kissed his face, making his sapphire eyes shine, and highlighting the red locks in a golden orange. her touch was as warm as the heat of the rays on his reddish cheeks, because of the memory of his hand perfectly in her as a puzzle

everything seemed so perfect, and he was happy that everything was back to normal, as it should be.. but what he keeps wondering, was if these hard steps were really necessary.. that certainly would have marked their lives long with the years

in front of the door of his room, he could feel the good smell of old being absorbed by the surrounding wood. the floor under his feet creaked, but he didn't peat it that much

ready to feel fresher, he soon took off any harness like the one above his right shoulder, already feeling much lighter

it was difficult to see himself with the same gi that he had seen, until a few hours ago, destroyed, now again without any cut and scented with clean. he threw quick glances at the mirror that was in the closet, almost hesitant to be able to find the same sore wounds

and the fact that he could still feel the little burning, was not at all something reassuring for him

he untied the leather belt from the shoulder protector strap, positioned above the left one. and he also unraveled the blue belt of cloth, slightly relieving the feeling of suffocation that his accelerated breathing caused him

he had the anxiety of being able to undress, see himself in the mirror, and see how everything he had seen had not actually happened

but real enough for him to create terror at the thought

throwing the obi over his bed, the sleeveless uwagi frees itself, revealing the thin and tight blue shirt with long sleeves and high collar under it

it was all right. indeed, to tell the truth, he already felt better, feeling much freer

with now his chest without any kind of garment, he kept his eyes closed, taking long breaths to calm his heart, not wanting to spit it out of his mouth. doing a small countdown, he let out the last long breath and then opened his eyes

at first glance he did not see anything strange, but as soon as he gets closer to the mirror, he notices small spots above his chest and stomach, taking his eyes off the mirror, he now looked at his bust with his eyes wide open, while all kinds of scars, although almost transparent, appeared in a flash under his eyes