Peace.
Peace was the single, light-weighted feeling that was coursing through Japan's veins.
The previous adrenaline rush that was once rippling throughout his body, causing goosebumps to race across his pale, porcelain skin like pebbles scattered along the sand of an otherwise perfect beach, that had caused his heart to pound hard enough against his frail ribcage to frighten him, had now completely dissipated to a calm, melodious beating of his heart. Damp, overgrown grass tickled the back of his neck, and partially soaked through the back of his plain white kimono, but he quite frankly couldn't care less. The feeling of the cool, wet fabric pressed against his back was considerably soothing, and as he gazed longingly at the trillions of white stars above his head, standing out against the deep, almost blackish blue of the sky, he felt his eyelids flutter. His legs were spread apart, the long kimono entangled around them. His bare toes pointed upward, and his arms rested on either side of his head, his palms left to face the vast, endingless midnight sky.
He let a nearly inaudible, blissful sigh pass through his parted lips and turned his head to the side, his raven black bangs sweeping into his eyes. As predicted, the wet grass dampened the side of his face, but he made no move to face the sky again or wipe the dew away. He simply let the grass press against his face, and he felt his slowly-growing-heavier eyelids flutter once again. He knew that if he fell asleep like this, the grass was bound to leave marks on his face that would take practically forever to fade away, and his kimono probably already sported tons of grass stains.
Again, he couldn't possibly care less.
As he finally let his vision blurry and his eyelids droop closed, he let a small smile spread across his face. A rare occurance.
Yes. This was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. Under close watch of the sky, of the trillions of stars gazing down at him.