Post by Hiroshi Desales on Feb 19, 2010 13:25:30 GMT -5
Hiro slipped through the rain to the gazebo he had erected in the back garden which he had also designed. He laid down a mat on the wooden planks and sat himself upon it as he began to practice his Tai Chi. The rain matched his mood. Heavy with a hint of fury hiding in the clouds. No one but him would recognize that though. To the rest of the world he was the mouse of the DeSales family, always quiet, always composed. It never occurred to anyone else that Jorge’s death could have affected him as well. He was the one that hid too well and avoided anyone that might see behind his eyes. ‘Bastard,” he whispered and moved into the next position. Anibal had targeted his anger on Jorge’s killer the Juarez boy, but Hiro knew that killing him would do nothing to help the fury that boiled deep in his soul. His anger was for Jorge himself. He was dead and there was no way to get relief or even answers from his dead half brother. The burning question would never be satisfied… not until he too was dead. Maybe then he would know why he was so hated. So reviled that his half-brother would kill any of his race and would he have killed Hiro if he had been in the wrong place.” Jorge, I hate you,” he whispered and pulled a knife from his pocket to cut a long thin line across his tight thigh.The welling of crimson droplets distracted him from his anger, cleansing it for a mere moment. Hiro wrapped a piece of torn toweling around it tightly to hide his solution from everyone and crept out into the rain to tend to his seedlings, afraid the rain’s fury would harm them. They were the only pure thing left in his life and he didn’t want them harmed.
