Hall of Sorrow

"These walls speak to me, they have collected me, i cannot lie to you." The sound of the voice echoes through the endless path of the hall. This is the start, Kireru is born once more...

A foot steps out of a wall, than a body with a man with white hair covering the very tips of his fore head, his hair thin and single colored. It's short but long enough to hang over his ears. His eyesight being impaired, he wore a bandage over his eyes location, it pulled around the back of his head and made a knot that was tightly sealed. On this bandage to his left side is a Crest symbol of a Past Life's Family. His lips were a soft neutral pale pink, it fell nicely with his nearly colored white peach face.

The threads of life have once more called for him to appear, was it the sorrow or the narrow emotions of the world; this world filed with so much agony. Why this man? Why now? And so, he walked, he walked an endless path to no not of where, but it was better than being there; alone and reminded of his pains. He was no blessing to be given life, a true sin and he reminded himself everyday.

The noise provoked by his hard soles under his shoes echoed , it was all he had left. The sound of his own path, he walked it for a million years. His soul is tire, but his Will is faint, even at this faintest of moments the man walks.. His will weak, his mind lost, his body fatigue.. why? His reason to keep going for something he wish he didn't have; his life. He swiftly moves his hands behind his back, the sharp dagger digging into his left hand as he forced it with his right. The linger of blood was left behind, running down his palms and falling off his wrist, this went unnoticed, the floor just adapted to the color, red blood and every drop became invisible as they hit the floor.

Truth be told, he doesn't wanna leave... he wishes this upon himself for a million decades more, maybe than he can start to forgive his shames...

Time fades every second he is lost in thoughts, memories of the life's he has left behind and brought forward as nothing but.... memories. Remainders of his essences of growth, his essence of existences. They are everything one has and to this man, they were everything he could ever have wanted, satisfied by the past and expects nothing more for his future life. Nothing more than to be granted to die.

The sting of the blade reaching the inner layers of unmade tissues and provoking the sensation of a jitter trying to unravel as he pushed more through his thick skin. The muscle layer being reached, the blood increases, his hand covered in blood as the tinted dagger rapidly becomes a soon to be cloaked dagger, cloaked with the deep red blood of his body. Yet... none of this mattered, the man didn't feel a thing, he was hoping it would cause something tragic to jolt through his body; but it never did. At this point, the movement from his hand was disabled from hitting a soft tissue. So he stopped and broke out of his thoughts..

He paused his walk, tilted his head onward, sensing forward into the dark linings of nothing that is this hall. He could feel the walls, he could feel the useless hope he didn't have. He exhaled a deep breath that felt cold and sickening. Lost of blood, and still losing plenty; and as if that wasn't enough the man pulled the dagger out of the mound of his hand and looked at it. His left hand hanging to side, the blood flowed out in a drinkable size.

The blade was shining, it shined in his blood but fail to prevail to take all out it; another shame to his additional mental library of dishonorable doings. He held it near his face, where if he had sight he could see it, he sensed it. He resumed his walk, he moved his head slightly and wiped the blood off on top of stitched on crest of his past, it was another Shane, it was his only pleasure...

So this man walked, unfazed by the blood lost and still running out of him, unfazed by the reality of it being pointless to walk. Walking for a reason that held none. The dagger was punctured into the wall to his right side, sticking out and dripping down the very little amount it carried in its blade. The wall stained of his red color and teared the drops of his sarrows.

"Kireru... " The walls would call out his name, the sound of heavy breathes faded out the voices, and drove him to reality. Disconnected from the world of his mental protection, he was touched, the feeling... it was compulsive and overwhelming for him, a million years of walking the halls and this was what had first appeared... his mind was his only compassion, how could it be, another soul has arrived in this hall of spiteful sorrows. Her mistake was to think she could save him, something so long could not instantly changed.
He could feel her speed, it was desperation that cast her off to do this, the mixture of her blood on her lip was bitterly blended with the salt sweat of her anxiety. As he turned because she grabbed him, his attention was to her movements, oddly enough, he could feel the adrenaline rush through her body. Coursing the veins of her blood and intoxicating her mind to such sudden movements, he was calm.

The dagger, it was pulled out of the wall and held tightly by this girl. His mind initially ran with the possibility of this, he could of hurt her, the threat she was perhaps accidentally causing was a serious one, but he thought. ("Maybe she could end this eternity. She'll be the savor to this suffering. Mercy.") He grabbed her hand, that held him when she grabbed him, he held it gently with left hand. The blood was passed onto her soft delicate shaking hands, he grabbed her wrist, the emarging torment of his hand using force when he barely even had the strength to hold it up himself. The walls felt empty, the voices vanish, memories faded, it was as if he had been walking without consciously knowing that he had walked for so long.

This girl. ("How tragic.") he thought. ("how tragic that she must be the one to be punished with the lights of my kind...") he awaited something, awaited for his prediction to come alive. He wanted nothing more for her to sprung forward and drive the dagger into his neck and Mark the walls that once spoke so clear, in red. In those few seconds that felt as if they were years flashing by his very self he spoke. His voice was neutral, not a glance of more than solid, firm voice. He hadn't spoke in years and his vocal tone remained as if he had just spoke yesterday, if yesterday ever existed here.

"I have waited for this for so long... Don't-tt st-" interrupted by his self, he felt the cold chills of a tears ran down his face, leaving trails of its presence on Kireru's cheeks behind. "Stop..." He wasn't crying, but rather overwhelmed by the very thought that he could be reunited with time line of death. He dreamt of death as a home, Mother would wait at the door. Father was out fulfilling his destiny, alone, but he wasn't revolted by this. His brothers would await his prolong arrival, The image was beautiful.

It was his Will, craving the very nature of life, if she could understand what a misery it was to watch and remember every bit of life that was stunningly magnificent, every bit of joy that he could no longer ever experienced again. Death was not even worth close to this value...

She collapsed, what was it? The sudden merge of fear with stupidity and realizations to top it all off. Still, the thought her wanting to save him or hurt him course through his mind. It was pointless to adress her, she seem to be troubled, her sorrows must be great for her appearance to be present here. The idea of his mental protection going to far occurred, maybe he had played out a scenario.. this never occurred. A fragment of His weak Wil, torment and self tournament. He turned his head to were she cried, enduring the tears of soul. The realistic thing he focused on was to identify if the touch she did was real, or if it all his mind falling apart from all these years. He debated himself, and figured he was wasting time with something that maybe could of been a fake image. He nods his head in disapproval and turns his back to the girl, that May or may have not been real. His face showing a sparkle of disappointment, disappointment in himself for even being so desperate and dishonorable. He took a few steps forward and clenched his fist, his left hand drawing of heavy black red drops of his wound, while the right hand seem to claw into his fist with his finger tips, his teeth grinds roughly , he quickly was becoming enraged by what just had happened.

He let out a sigh of frustration and used his right hand to fiercely strike his knuckles against the wooden wall, his hand went through . While his hand remained inside, his left fist was in perfect position to punch with more force, so he took this opportunity and with more speed and power made impact. The walls rumbled from the shattering punches and raw emotional power that consumed the man. He pulled his left hand out and punched once more this time breaking the wall that had caught his right hand stuck, the wall caught blots of red stains and cracks of broken segments. His breath was thick and heavy, he brought his hands to his side, his left hand dripping off blood, at this time the new scratches he had gained where nearly invisible. On his right hand a large scrap from his wrist to his forearm appeared. He placed his head on the wall and began to attempt to calm himself. The color from his face becoming paler from the enormous blood lost.

"So tied. I don't wanna be here!" His voice echoed out onto the hall. "Shut up already!" He fell in silent... He could still hear the tears of the girl, remorse didn't exist for stranger. He pushed himself off the wall and went about on walking to his pointless stroll, leaving behind the tears and broken walls of where he stood.

He could hear the heavy breathing and hard footsteps as it grew closer. "Impossible," He thought, "how could another soul appear in the hall." He was sure that he had lost his mind, the possibility of this was rare. He failed to accept the slightest chance but-

His thoughts were interrupted, he took to long to process the idea of this being reality, but than again, this place existed and he walked among it, so it be reality. The interruption was uncalled for, he lost his balance, maybe from the blood lost, from the overwhelming thoughts of losing his sanity but besides everything the impact made him nearly fall for forward, quickly as he tumbled forward, he arched his right hand and fell forward and used it to propel himself in a sling and landed like a viper would, ready to attack. His white trench coat swung behind him exposing two long swords, Jinx and Karma, that were placed in a guard strapped around the back of his coat. His face was calmed, even after the unexpectedly being hit from behind. He sensed the same presence as before, the same lady from before, so she was real. This very second put together relieve and anger, though, not a single shine of emotion smeared across his face.
"Why did you leave?" She said, he doesn't even know her, does even know why she wants to be along him. Having his right hand to hold him up in viper formation, his left hand was free, he used that hand to reach into his pocket and took out his hand and the blood vanished, he had a black glove on. He looked at the woman and tilted his head, he could smell the pheromones release into the air. Her veins pumped of adrenaline, but of course with the speed she ran at, it was pure adrenaline, the will to fight for her life was strong inside her and he could sense the very existence of hope inside her. He pitied her, so much.
"Stop." He shouted out forcefully, "This is your final warning. I am not good for you." His voice trembled the walls and shook the ground. Beyond his band that covered his face on his eyes , a strong glare of color emerged on one side. It was pulsing red with the center being even crimson and growing strong. He didn't wanna harm this person, it might the last creature he might ever seen but if it meant returning to peace and silence than he could simply walk away and learn to forget the poor girl without a name, maybe even put her out of her misery.

Entering the Hall of Sorrow Kona looks through the dark hood that hid his face, as he walked his shoes tapped against the floor in stride. Kona felt an energy familiar to him yet not at the same time and this made him feel the need to seek out what it is there was another but he did not know who this one belonged to or found a reason to care, closer and closer he grew to the source. He found himself entering the area where the energy emitted from and his head tilted to the right.
"Bingo..and the culprit has been sighted." he spoke softly with his voice that came out in a soothing tone, under his cloak the necklace he wore pulsated and glowed, but could not be seen within the cloak. His mind wandered and stopped on one possible reason but that could not be it in his mind.

Kona opened his mouth towards the male loud enough for him to hear. "Hey, you!" he appeared blind so he moved closer, but not in a touching distance. He wanted to know who this male was and why he felt familiar yet different. "Who are you."

Kona would watch the man come towards him and his mouth forms a hidden smirk, his eyes glowed slightly displaying but a small glimmer into his hood, reality around him began to warp and twist, the natural laws began to shift causing him to warp and appear behind the blind male and the blind male behind him. Kona then turned to face the male without saying a word watching. Soon he chuckles slightly and opens his mouth to the male. "Careful, you might end up hurting someone you didn't mean to hurt, oh how sorrowful that would be..." he thought for a moment and a smile grew larger on his face at the thought of the male harming the other which caused him to have a change of heart. "you know what...continue." he looked at the yang necklace as it continued to pulsate, but the pulsating was for this moment the least of his care he was just starting to enjoy himself.