A Boring Day

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I smiled as he spoke.
"A pedalless rose isn't nothing, it's still a rose." I said. I pulled my knees up to my chest and put my chin in them.
"The last time I was here a friend of mine got hurt. I enjoy jumping from here alot, just to feel the wind in my hair." I said.
"The first time I jumped from here I was terrified, but then I came to enjoy it because I felt like I was flying." I said bit quieter.
"She felt bad and thought it was her fault." Yukio said.

[issun]

"it may still be a rose," said Issun, far off into space. "But with out is pedal its stripped from everything it knew, is humiliated, and will surely die." Issuns eyes were steely and hard as he rember the events after that inccedent.
oh no, twice in one day?
"maybe it was her fault, and maybe it wasnt," said Issun with a smirk. "who am I to judge you?"

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

"Then what about a dying rose? It is dead and no longer beautiful." I said, putting my head into my knees.
"But someone who appreciates true beauty would not care if the rose had no petals or was dying." I said.
Yukio nodded.
"But she thought it was, Shizuke usually tells people to land in one of the trees before jumping, but she didn't remember it until the last minute." Yukio said.

[issun]

"everyone makes mistakes," smirked Issun. "even my lettle brother. If it wasnt for him, i wouldnt be stuck in his body!" Issun cursed at his brother. "you think hes the nice one."
BROHER, NO!!!
"but hes evil. hes just like me, were one of the same. You judged me and deemed me as bad, but you dont know anything about us, do you?"

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I reacted before I could say another word. I had been talking to the guy that was "inside" Issun. I took my kunai out and it immediately became a katana again. I put it close to his throat, hoping I wouldn't have to inflict any damage.
"What's so evil about a painter who by accident trips over you and splatters paint on your face?" I sneered. Yukio backed up again and crawled behind me. She had come to not like the guy that wasn't Issun.

[issun]

"why do you hate me so?" asked Issun. "im just a fun loving guy." Issun tried to act smooth as he could. he knew she wouldnt hurt him.
"if you kill me, you all call your so called friend to. He may come of as shy, but hes a silver tounged devil, just like his brother. how about i let him explain."
alright lettle brother, talk your way out of your mess!
what?
sincerety came back to issuns voice.
"can you please let me go?"

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I had had it with this guy who kept coming over Issun.
"He's not a silver-tongued devil!!!" I snapped, putting my katana closer. Then before I knew it Issun was asking for freedom. I lowered my katana then drew it back so it laid gently across the side of my leg.
"He's just an innocent person, like everyone else, that guy inside of him is the silver-tongued devil of a weasel." I thought angrily, trying to keep myself from saying it out loud.

[issun]

"please, do not bad mouth my brother," said Issun politly. "he may be silver tounged, but his words do contain truth." Issun sighed saddly. "behind all great lies, their is a nugget of truth. he does have a point though, how can you judge me, whew you dont know anything. what makes me the good side in your eyes?"

[Shizuke Tsukiyama]

I hung my head sadly, looking down at the ground.
"Sorry." I apologized quietly. I just kept looking down, my hair covering parts of my face. My hair seemed to be trying to hide the saddness in my own eyes.
"What is so evil about someone who trips over you and splatters paint on your face?" I asked again.
"I do not see anything bad about you, yet." I said.
"Shizuke has a sort of feeling when people are bad or good, let's just say it's her "talent"." Yukio said.