For some reason, I've been compelled to rewrite all my Kotone stuff with.. you know, NOT my 9th grade writer skills. A lot has changed xD; Here's what I have so far:
A steady stream of frigid rain beat down upon the village, and it was as if each drop took a frantic breath as it hurtled towards the crowded square below. Each sharp, panicked inhalation swept a wisp of fog from the air, and dragged it along, unwilling, until the air was clear between the grey sky and the greying corpses below.
Neatly positioned rows of fallen ninja, newly returned from the Second Great War, waited on the hulking pyre that refused to catch, and the still-living ninja who milled about it, cursing, as each powerful breath of charka-made flame went wasted. They were fully absorbed in their task across the abandoned stretch of road, she told herself, and despite her occasional cautions sideways glance in their direction, the child was left alone to pick her way between the bodies, stomach knotted and heart quick. It didn’t take long to spot what she had hoped she wouldn’t find.
“Father?” There was no response as the girl sank carefully to her knees beside him. The girl furrowed her dark eyebrows in frustration as she tried again, and again to no avail. “Father, its Kotone. Please wake up,” she muttered, nudging at his shoulder, “strange people came to the apartment. They burned your important things, and chased me out. They said you’d be here.”
The rain coated everything it touched with a thin film of ice. It clung to the reinforced material of his flak jacket, his snowy hair, and the gaping, dark void where most of his throat should have been.
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