Man the rain was coming down hard today... Yata gave a shiver as he pressed through the mud of Standasen with his bag on his back and his skate board beneath his jacket to keep it dry. It would be weird to see he cared more about his skateboard than himself, as he had no protection from the rain. Regardless, he pushed on through the dirt and grime to reach the flooding river that ran through center of the island. When he finally reached the river's edge, he gave a sigh and a deep breath. He got so used to riding his skateboard, doing hikes like this was hella difficult for him. Hell, he was tired as shit from going through all that, but it was worth it. He'd keep on a strong face. After all, he couldn't let himself be seen as weak infront of him...
"Yo bro, been awhile. Sorry it took me this long to come back out here. But I'm sure you'll forgive me after you see this." Yata took the bag off his shoulder and put it on the ground. Opening it up, he'd go through the contents with a smug grin. "Remember that day? When you said you'd take me to see the fireworks? Well, I thought I'd surprise you today. I got alot! And no, I didn't steal them... I promise." The dark river water continued to move without stopping as the boy spoke into the murky deep. It was years ago, but this was the very place his brother's body had been thrown. Though the case was still open, Sora knew they wouldn't catch the killer anytime soon. Infact, they'd probably never catch the killer. It had been more than a year, and there were little results. After all, who cared about some "dumb" orphan, right? The thought pissed him off for a second, but he took a deep breath. Why be mad during a bonding moment?
Removing the fireworks from his bag, he'd keep them covered as he positioned them into the ground infront of him. "Where did I get these from? Just a few people around San Malarus. And yea, I'm trying to keep out of trouble, so please don't worry about me. I'm tough, I can handle myself. Or did you forget the day I knocked you out?" Sora laughed as he reached into his pocket and removed a lighter. The rain made this process stupid difficult, but he did line them all up somehow and light each end. Placing his jacket on the ground, he'd take a seat and watch the sparks fly. His smile suddenly sunk into a frown as he watched each rocket fly high into the air and give an explosion of color. The loud crackle and pops could be heard, and probably seen from miles away at this point, even in this rain. Even though he finally got to see the fireworks, Yata was no smiling. He was not even happy...
"You know, Bro. They still didn't find the bastard that did this to you. I know I'm not that smart, and I know I get into trouble alot... But I'll make you proud one of these days. I'll get the power I need to right the wrongs that happened to our family. So you can get some rest with Mom and Dad, cause I still have the fire burning in me. I'll kill everyone that did us wrong. I'll kill them all." The hothead gritted his teeth with this resolve he found. Was this what his family would have truly wanted? Most likely not, but he never had the discipline to tell the difference regardless.
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