The Emotionless Mirror (Private)

Subject: The Emotionless Mirror (Private) Thu Jan 03, 2013 1:12 pm

:: There once came a time, where we were all young. Laughing, smiling, and filled with happiness everywhere we had to go. We had no worries, nothing to care about other then our loved ones, and no one was broken or crying. We didn't have fear, or worry in the world, yet we had to constantly think about our future. What will we do? We always use to say these words to force ourselves to believe that we would be something great one day. Whether we were a great shinobi or kunoichi, or just a simple citizen. We all wanted to make a change in the world that we live in today. We would do anything to keep everyone smiling like they used to. In this time, we were known as children. We were innocent and pure, dumbfounded to our future. We didn't realize what we would have to do. Shinobi today, are ruthless and will do anything and not stop until they get what they want. We are selfish and oblivious to what we really want. What do we love? What do we fight for? No one knows the answers to these questions, but in this world, it's not really an option. We have to decide to help ourselves.

Black, cat-like eyes directed towards the endless ocean, each hair was floating, directing with the east winds, each strand delicately touching the atoms in the air. Bony hands were crossed to the hips, feeling her jacket flow behind her with ease. Her body was soothed with a fishnet tank top, and a skimpy bandeau piece covering her breasts underneath the strands of netting. Her buxom was covered by army green shorts, and her skin, not showing the slightest amount of red, showed that she wasn't one to be afraid of the cold. Her face appeared emotionless, although soft and sharp, all at the same time. A frown crossed the delicate, fair face, and her eyebrows were curved in an upright position, showing that she wasn't upset, nor she wasn't happy. Her supple lips were set in a simple frown, her pearly white teeth showing through as her chin allowed her mouth to gape open in the slightest way, her breaths deceived the cold, as they were hot, like a dry and barren desert, with not even one oasis. Her legs allowed her to walk in a graceful position, her eyes directing to each and every snowflake that passed by her.

In her natural home, she wouldn't even see a tree, every minute in the outside world would make you dizzier, and eventually, you could hallucinate. But here, she felt not even the slightest amount of cold hit her, and her body, compared to others, was hotter than hell. She wasn't one that was friendly to temperature, that was for sure.

Eventually, the woman reached the rolling sea, watching each snowflake hit the surface and reflect it's beauty like a mirror. Each one piled up on another, creating a beautiful blanket over the water, freezing into a form that was unbelievably breathtaking. Each barren land that she had seen in her past life, transformed into a beautiful, snowy picture, full of life and people that weren't in her family, claimed it as the Angel's Land, seeing it up close, only made it much more of a realization. It was full of white beauty, like soaring clouds or the peaks of mountains, so pure and innocent, like childhood.

Each frozen water drop was unique and patterned to it's own liking, whether it was detailed or simple, it was up to it. It was a beautiful sight for this woman, as her boots tracked through the fleecy blanket, and pushed down on each layer, packing it into the ground below her. Her eyes lit up with happiness, and her hair started to coat with the individual snowflakes, standing out from her raven black hair.

Would her memories ever be as innocent as they used to be?