Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 9:11:51 GMT -5
"Kubi Tsuru was a friend." Many people had gathered. The rich and poor, vagrants and saints. Many people from all walks of life had gathered for the burial of the Third Officer Kubi Tsuru. "I grew up with him, on the streets of the Rukongai. He and I, we were inseperable."[/lightbrown] Emotion restricted his throat, tears flowing freely down his scarred face. "He was a troubled boy, anybody who knew him could tell you that. He, like most Rukon youths, fought tooth and nail to survive. Every day was a fight. And this made us strong."[/lightbrown] A deep breath steadied his voice. "But there was good in him. Despite his life - or maybe because of it - he wanted to help people. A life of struggling wasn't for him. He never joined a gang, or murdered out of anything less than necessity. And not once did he touch a woman or child in anything less than love."[/lightbrown]
Emotion choked him up again, a renewed river flowing from his eyes. "He became a Shinigami, and a damn fine one, playing a part in destroying the Demon Lord Berith. -wip
Emotion choked him up again, a renewed river flowing from his eyes. "He became a Shinigami, and a damn fine one, playing a part in destroying the Demon Lord Berith. -wip