Since it was requested; another chapter.
Yamamoto:
A grey so dark it nears black, a steadfast wall of obsidian. The strain of time against the unmoving causes cracks, where the instinct of right and wrong slips through.
Soi Fon:
Steely, strictly structured grey. It is so straight to the tip. A metal that at times may bend, and might hit when it snaps straight again.
Omeada:
Such small tiny little eyes. Everything can so easily slip past. And still the eyes focus inwards.
Ichimaru:
Who knows what his eyes may say, for they are ones we can never see. We shall have to stay with his actions, for he hides his soul in a tight grip.
Kira:
An unstable grey, it is the grey of a cloud high up in a bright azure sky. A cloud so easily moved by a cunning wind. A cloud that once given the chance would quickly be forgotten.
I'm glad you like the first chapter. I've never received so many anonymous for one chapter, or likely even an entire story. Thank you for your thoughts anonymous reviewers as I cannot send you a pm.
