The serene mountain ranges of the Aijou region in Japan are said to be some of if not the most placid ranges you'd find anywhere on planet earth, yet slow in life unyielding to the pendulum of change unavailing on all levels to mother natures social conforms of change mysteriously staying in its natural beauty being a sightly spectacle for generation after generations of Japanese families allowing for a vastly rich bio-diverse region.

The chastely precious mountain range being seemingly untainted save for the parasitical infestation which feeds off of the land, this parasite infection which steals and ravages the serenity is something far less sinister than the simple mind would imagine, for the mind is the parasite. Humanity is the one and only infection upon this land, the ironic twist of fate. In chaste peace lives an almost divine death. Humanity.

The Village of Aijou

The young Alistair stared downwards at his dinner taking in the rich aromas rippling around of the house, the quintessential nature of the village allowed for the perfect harmony of natural smells coupled with human made aromas to perfectly combine in desired unison, Alistair humbly smiled towards of his chosen wife one hand peacefully resting upon of his robed knee as he started to speak "Asuka, you know your father is still unrelenting with his stubborn attitudes towards me" The troubled man shook his head disapprovingly, he had been trying for the last three months to gain permission from the father to allow him to wed the wife....yet, to his detriment regardless of his gifts to the family, virtues and safety he could provide to the authentically beautiful wife the father had refused all proposals.

This angers Alistair yet he was a peaceful man...but a man he was, and a man could only take so much rubbish and spite before losing his composure, until he saw red. The wife spoke her eyes easily seeing the understandable frustration flowing through the hopeful husbands eyes "Al, I know you've been frustrated but my father has good reason...we both know this" Her eyes darted downwards disdainfully peering through open window to the side at the trees being blown so tranquilly by the invisible wind like strings pulling onto them from the heavenly clouds....he spoke pained as his lips curled into a sorrowful shape followed by a sigh "I...know...I..I know" His gaze followed on as the wife stood up walking to the kitchen picking up the plates on the way out ready to clean.

Five minutes later

Temptation is another trait which only humanity can reign superior over when compared towards the humble tree, the mountain ranges. And temptation is what Alistair had only recently yielded too. Walking towards of his hopeful wife as the noise of dishes being washed rang throughout of the house vibrating through the fragile wooden decorative panels so iconic to the Japanese way of life he crept up behind of Asuka with a playful smile subtly placing his hands upon her hips as he spoke "You know" His voice grew closer as he leaned in towards of the woman speaking nearer to her ear sending an anxious chill down the woman's spine "We don't have to get your fathers approval" suddenly, the woman's face scrunched up into a look of distaste as she tactfully removed his arms from her sides, looking into his smirking face "What are you saying AL?...disrespect my father?" Her eyes gazed back down towards of the cutlery "I cannot, will not do such thing" The man of the house then moved his lips closer towards of her neck quickly planting a soft kiss before retracting his head back speaking quickly "What is the worst the old man could do?" And.....another trait which only humanity shares uncommon to mother nature... Anger. Quick temper.

The hand of the woman you loved being bestowed so forcefully upon a warriors cheek pained more than a dagger digging deep into the burrows of your heart, for this tore it out and threw it into the lava pit. Not just the disrespect shown as a woman struck a man but the pain and heartfelt sorrow of a loved one....laying a hand on another, the pain of knowing you had angered your love further enough to make them physically manifest emotions against you.

Alistair was confused, and yet he could say nothing as he stared towards of his trembling wife dumbfounded why she had done such a thing in a moment of madness, terrified that he would beat her for it. Yet he said nothing. A painful tear escaped his characteristically tardy eyes simply turning around and leaving the room not wishing to face his wife out of sheer embarrassment coupled with self resentment.

15 minutes later

Sometime shortly after the disturbing events the resentful longing-to be husband sat on his knees contemplating the events which had just unfolded staring into his pond the water so clear, his mind a perfect contrast.

Collecting thoughts and deciding what to do listening to the peaceful noises surrounding the exotically placed location in the middle of the village. His tranquility was broken as light yet firm footsteps where heard trampling down upon the wildlife crushing leaves without care or attention for mother nature.

The magical way humans could sometimes tell who was entering a room by the way a man carried himself by foot, and this was the unmistakable footings of the father....the man who had caused him so much pain stopped adjacent to the knelt troubled man prior to a harsh converse "You will never share a bond of matrimony with her" Alistair closed his eyes concentrating on the peaceful sounds around blanking the distraction as the man approached him some more "You and your clan of Ninja's...warriors, you are no good for my daughter" disrespectfully spitting towards the ground just beside of Al's feet he walked into the house with a smirk knowing those few words would cause considerable pain.

Alistair looked towards the ground tears welling up inside of his body with the urge to just drown himself in the pond beneath himself...yet that would achieve nothing. He longed for love, he longed for the marriage. But he longed for the fathers approval beyond all things. The day by day verbal assaults which carried with each visit plucked a heart string from his soul...every..single..day. But how much can a man take before he sees red? Only time would tell.

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This is a new character for a new team called - Sin syndicate coming up in a few days.