Forget
That's all he could think about. Jumping out of the trees, he came to the spot. He looked around, remembering what happened here. The two statues still had holes and cracks from there fight. The waterfall was moving peaceful. Filling the lake. He slowly, freely walked up to the lake. He looked down at the same spot an unconscious body once laid.
Forget
Using charka, he stepped on to the lake. He remember their fight. The hits. Punches. Kicks. Still in his mind. But those didn't hurt as much as the words. He walked up to the middle lake, pausing as the wind started to blow. Like it knew was he was going to do. Bring his thumb up to his month, he bit it, drawing blood. He took a second to look at. Red. That was the color. Red tears slowly moving off his finger and falling in to the water. With his other hand, he reached in to pocket and pulled out his headband.
Forget
He watched as it fell in to the water. Slowly, moving deep and deep in to the lake. Until it was cover in darkness. He looked down at the symbols he put on his body only a few minutes ago. The symbols covered both his arms and legs. He place one symbol over his heart. All covered in blood. His blood. Some still bleed. Others stopped. He noticed the red circle slowly started to form under him. Yes, he crafted the symbols in to his body. But that pain was nothing to the pain he felt.
Forget
All he had to do was put the last symbol on his forehead. Then the Justus would begin. One move to forget it all.
Forget them
Forget him
Forget me
All of it
Gone
Forever
One move
To end it all
He brought his still bleeding thumb to his head. And put in the last symbol.
Immediately, he saw the change. The sky turned red. The winds blew in circles around him. Blinding him to the world outside. The symbols on his skin started to spin. Bolding. He felt them healing in to mark on his skin. Red. Bold. Then the final part came. Red charka started to come out of his feet. It started growing and growing until it stood as tall as the wind circling him. Moving. Spinning around him. Waiting for him to do his part. Holding his chin high, he spoke the words.
Memories sealed in a skin
Let me forget all their sin
Erase what I have heard and seen
Make sure my mind is clean
With a roar, the charka fell. At him. Changing him. All of him. The last thing he saw before the world was filled with darkness. Were his so called friends. All in line, staring at him. They started to disappear until only one was left. The one person he loved the most. And hurt him the most.
But after this, he wouldn't even give him a second glances.