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tampered2008-11-10 04:02 pm
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When; November 10th. Midday.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Youko Nakajima (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reginagloriae).
Summary; In which Youko tries to help and fails miserablyagain.
Log;
The wilderness of the City surrounding woods offered Youko a familiar comfort and a reminder of the harsher days during her aimless trek in Kou. How many times she had replaced the futon of poor inns by the mattress of leaves under the sun or rain when the gates of the cities were so carefully watched she couldn’t make it inside? Too many to count. Now those bad experiences were in the past and she could appreciate the lesson of survival she had learned to enjoy nature without squeamish habits.
It was midday when she jogged into the woods; she had only eaten a few hours ago and left classes early. Youko experienced a sense of freedom in the City she hated to admit she hadn’t felt in Japan or the kingdoms of that other world. In this place, the girl could build her life to her liking: if she wanted to study, she attended to class; if she wanted a job, she looked for employment. There were the backwards of the curses and the collection of psychos that gathered in conventions and announced their murders online. No world is perfect that much was obvious.
But he’s not here…
It was a painful void she felt… even stronger than her parents’ absence. Surprisingly Rakushun had been more real than her mother at times and that made Youko guilty and torn.
Huh. No time to think about this. She leaped to the top of a tall tree, using the branches as help to push her body forward. Her muscles hadn’t lost the vigor she had acquired during the time she spent as fugitive and fought monster and people alike. The hard grueling workout seasoned and eliminated any roundness of her limbs. She knew the risks of becoming placid again and Youko had survival as one of her aims.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I feel it. The wind wiped her long red hair wiped against her face while she closed her eyes, enthralled in the echoes of water dripping around her, creating ripples inside her head. She could sense the warmth blue glow of her sword sheathed behind her back. The ocean was near. The sea called her and she guessed it was connected to her visions. If only she could control what she choose to see, Youko would be able to find Morpheus’ sapphire. Her eyes opened and she jumped down, landing on the ground. He claims it’s inside the City, she mused while she opened her path to the beach. I got to help him find it.
Youko had to smile to herself about the irony of swapped roles. From somebody who barely could stand on her two feet to a shoulder to lean on. That was progress and one she chose without the usual trepidation linked to meet expectations. Not anymore. The dripping became stronger when the distance to the sea diminished; Youko was beginning to lose herself again in the sounds of the waves washing the shoreline. She could taste the salt in her tongue; breathe deeply in its scent. The green and muddy colors transformed into grey rocks and then expanded into gold sand.
It was an endless horizon of blue ahead, less intimidating than the dark depths of the Sea of Emptiness, but dangerous nonetheless. Youko continued her walk in long strides until she stationed in an area where the water almost reached her. She took a deep sigh and placed her blade in front of her. The sheath that held it was shattered and the azure light coming from the metal surface was distinguishable between the cracks. Never separate the sword from the scabbard! the warning appeared in her troubled thoughts, making her hesitate when she reached the hilt to unsheathe the weapon.
It’s important, she convinced herself. This is to help a friend.
She removed the blade slowly; her arm was shaking in spite of her bravado efforts. She never knew what the sword was going to show her. What if the demon returned to avenge his defeat? What if he tormented other people? A thousand of questions floored her mind and suddenly, Youko Nakajima found herself surrounded by faces, people she didn’t know. They were all sick. They were ill and dying alone or in their hospital beds without a hand to hold theirs in their last moments. She gasped when the white, sterile sheets became tombstones - their names written on graves without a single flower placed over them.
S-Stop this!
Her fears. Youko struggled to focus without avail as the realization made her shudder. I’m afraid to be one of them. She saw their fevers and fatal ailing in sterile rooms, she witnessed the anonymous murders in the alleys nobody bothered to avenge. People living, suffering, dying alone, people without hope to come back to their worlds. Tears welled up in her eyes and she began to weep. I won’t be one of them! I will return home! She stood, wielding the glowing blade. Pulled herself on her feet to fight against the illusions, piercing them one by one, muffling a cry from her throat when they faded away. Breathlessly, she stared at the surroundings: the shore and the bright horizon. She didn’t know how long she had battled, but the previous actions already worn her. The weight wasn't on her muscles, it was an emotional burden.
Exhausted, Youko collapsed on her knees, tears fell on the surface of the sword, mixing amidst the sea foam. Her right hand grasped a handful of wet sand and balled itself in a fist. She stayed there for a while, kneeling on that site, uncaring if the waves crashed against her legs, soaking her trousers. Was she so useless? Her teeth gritted painfully. Couldn’t she even help a person who needed her?
“This wasn’t what I wanted to see!” she exclaimed in sheer frustration. There was nobody around to answer, but she could have sworn she heard the sound of the monkey’s grating laughter mocking her wasted labors in the soft whoosh of the marine breeze.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Youko Nakajima (
reginagloriae).Summary; In which Youko tries to help and fails miserably
Log;
The wilderness of the City surrounding woods offered Youko a familiar comfort and a reminder of the harsher days during her aimless trek in Kou. How many times she had replaced the futon of poor inns by the mattress of leaves under the sun or rain when the gates of the cities were so carefully watched she couldn’t make it inside? Too many to count. Now those bad experiences were in the past and she could appreciate the lesson of survival she had learned to enjoy nature without squeamish habits.
It was midday when she jogged into the woods; she had only eaten a few hours ago and left classes early. Youko experienced a sense of freedom in the City she hated to admit she hadn’t felt in Japan or the kingdoms of that other world. In this place, the girl could build her life to her liking: if she wanted to study, she attended to class; if she wanted a job, she looked for employment. There were the backwards of the curses and the collection of psychos that gathered in conventions and announced their murders online. No world is perfect that much was obvious.
But he’s not here…
It was a painful void she felt… even stronger than her parents’ absence. Surprisingly Rakushun had been more real than her mother at times and that made Youko guilty and torn.
Huh. No time to think about this. She leaped to the top of a tall tree, using the branches as help to push her body forward. Her muscles hadn’t lost the vigor she had acquired during the time she spent as fugitive and fought monster and people alike. The hard grueling workout seasoned and eliminated any roundness of her limbs. She knew the risks of becoming placid again and Youko had survival as one of her aims.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I feel it. The wind wiped her long red hair wiped against her face while she closed her eyes, enthralled in the echoes of water dripping around her, creating ripples inside her head. She could sense the warmth blue glow of her sword sheathed behind her back. The ocean was near. The sea called her and she guessed it was connected to her visions. If only she could control what she choose to see, Youko would be able to find Morpheus’ sapphire. Her eyes opened and she jumped down, landing on the ground. He claims it’s inside the City, she mused while she opened her path to the beach. I got to help him find it.
Youko had to smile to herself about the irony of swapped roles. From somebody who barely could stand on her two feet to a shoulder to lean on. That was progress and one she chose without the usual trepidation linked to meet expectations. Not anymore. The dripping became stronger when the distance to the sea diminished; Youko was beginning to lose herself again in the sounds of the waves washing the shoreline. She could taste the salt in her tongue; breathe deeply in its scent. The green and muddy colors transformed into grey rocks and then expanded into gold sand.
It was an endless horizon of blue ahead, less intimidating than the dark depths of the Sea of Emptiness, but dangerous nonetheless. Youko continued her walk in long strides until she stationed in an area where the water almost reached her. She took a deep sigh and placed her blade in front of her. The sheath that held it was shattered and the azure light coming from the metal surface was distinguishable between the cracks. Never separate the sword from the scabbard! the warning appeared in her troubled thoughts, making her hesitate when she reached the hilt to unsheathe the weapon.
It’s important, she convinced herself. This is to help a friend.
She removed the blade slowly; her arm was shaking in spite of her bravado efforts. She never knew what the sword was going to show her. What if the demon returned to avenge his defeat? What if he tormented other people? A thousand of questions floored her mind and suddenly, Youko Nakajima found herself surrounded by faces, people she didn’t know. They were all sick. They were ill and dying alone or in their hospital beds without a hand to hold theirs in their last moments. She gasped when the white, sterile sheets became tombstones - their names written on graves without a single flower placed over them.
S-Stop this!
Her fears. Youko struggled to focus without avail as the realization made her shudder. I’m afraid to be one of them. She saw their fevers and fatal ailing in sterile rooms, she witnessed the anonymous murders in the alleys nobody bothered to avenge. People living, suffering, dying alone, people without hope to come back to their worlds. Tears welled up in her eyes and she began to weep. I won’t be one of them! I will return home! She stood, wielding the glowing blade. Pulled herself on her feet to fight against the illusions, piercing them one by one, muffling a cry from her throat when they faded away. Breathlessly, she stared at the surroundings: the shore and the bright horizon. She didn’t know how long she had battled, but the previous actions already worn her. The weight wasn't on her muscles, it was an emotional burden.
Exhausted, Youko collapsed on her knees, tears fell on the surface of the sword, mixing amidst the sea foam. Her right hand grasped a handful of wet sand and balled itself in a fist. She stayed there for a while, kneeling on that site, uncaring if the waves crashed against her legs, soaking her trousers. Was she so useless? Her teeth gritted painfully. Couldn’t she even help a person who needed her?
“This wasn’t what I wanted to see!” she exclaimed in sheer frustration. There was nobody around to answer, but she could have sworn she heard the sound of the monkey’s grating laughter mocking her wasted labors in the soft whoosh of the marine breeze.