Darimu, The Cursed Village

Norta rolled his eyes and sat down on a nearby chair and draped one of his legs over the other and pulled out a needle.

Kira sighed, he hated even the slightest disrespect, no matter who was on the recieving end.

Norta played with the needle. "you want me to leave." he stated and let the sharp part of the needle graze dangerously over his palm.

"Only if you want to, I dont controll what you do" Kira stated the obvious shrugging slightly

Norta sighed, "you're the only one doesn't care whether i'm around you that much...you're amazing." he murmer then stood walking out of the room.

Kira arched an eyebrow confused, what had Norta just said, and what did it mean exactly?

Norta yawned and sat in a chair out in the hall and sighed at his sore body. He had no idea why it ached, he'd never really been touched.

As Norta sat, a small (majorly black clothed figure) walks up, he sees Norta, bows and turns, in a very respectful mannor, (I dont remember how to spell his name right now, but it shade)

I don't know who it is this time around) Norta dipped his head in acknoledgement then looked back at his needle.

lol, thats ok^^, it's Dutch^^) schaduw (i think) sniffled very lowly walking into an empty room

Norta rubbed his eye then jumped slightly remembering he still had the needle in hand. He sighed as blood dripped down from under his eye.

Almost immediatly as the blood had dropped, there was a small dreary looking youth(maybe) cleaning it (either off the floor, or before it hits the floor)

Norta blinked in confusion and looked at the person cleaning. "Ah, hello?"

The person looked at Norta, with lifeless golden (I think)eyes, nodding but not saying a word

Norta blinked and held out his hand (not the needled one) and tilted his head to the side. "Are you alright?"

The youths eyes averted to where I assume the blood is still dripping from. He cautiously takes the bleeding han, cleaning it gently, and throughly

Norta watched the smaller and finally stopped him (btw, he bleeds from his cheek) "Don't worry about it." his voice remained monotone. "I want a scar..."

lolz, ok^^) The youth steps back bowing respecfully, before turning to leave, eyes keeping the same lifelessness

"wait." Norta stood and took the youth's hand. "Thank you for trying to help me anyways." he lifted his hand to his lips and kissed it.

The youth nodded, looking down slighlty, eyes loosing their glimmer

Norta released his hand and sighed slightly. "Forgive me on that intrusion."

He shook his head slighlty, "you can do as you please" his voice was so low, it makes a whisper seem loud

"No I can't. I won't do anything you don't want to." Norta smiled smally.

His (young ones) head fell farther, "It's what im here for"

Norta squinted, "Who's told you that?"