[ SDK: Spectrum | Moonlight ]
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tacticianFandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Genre: General
Characters: Yukimura, Sasuke [Current]
Warning: Unedited, bad writing.
Disclaimer: SDK belongs to Kodansha, Kamijyo Akimine
The boy he found has not said a word. He walks behind him, slowing himself when he is about to fall into step, hurrying himself with a bright sense of panic when he thinks Yukimura might disappear. This strange humbleness is oddly endearing, but just as pitifully sad to see. Yukimura tries to encourage him, pausing in his step and extending a gentle hand, but the boy merely looks at the thin, clean fingers and lowers his head.
Dusk falls, the sky has cleared, and he is surprised to see that with the boy's silent guidance, they are a good distance away from the perimeter of the Sea of Trees before they have to set up camp. He breaks out a bottle of sake and toasts the moon for the wonderful view. Their campfire crackles and sputters, drawing moths to its flame.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the boy staring at him in something resembling skepticism, amusement and awe all at once. Yukimura raises the mouth of the bottle to the small, round face. “Would you like to try some?” he asks with a deceptively friendly tone, while sloshing the contents of the bottle around cheerfully, “It's very, very good, thought you might be a little too small to have some.”
The boy looks at the clear liquid as if it were poison and backs away, wrinkling his nose and scowling. He emits a sound not unlike an animal growl, small and untamed. The leaves rustle on their branches in the windless night.
Instantly, Yukimura is on his feet. The boy goes quiet, rising without a rustle of cloth. The bottle is corked and placed carefully in the moist dirt. “It seems as though an unwanted stowaway has followed us from the Sea of Trees. Stay close to me,” Yukimura warns, but it falls on heedless ears. He turns in time to see the pale-haired boy jump into the canopy. Five seconds pass.
The monster's shredded carcass falls lifeless to the ground and stains the earth a vivid violet. While Yukimura stares, the boy returns to his side, staring curiously at the cut on his palm. Yukimura wonders if this is the same fallen figure half-hidden in mud, beaten to the ground and left carelessly like garbage. He wonders if this face is the same set of eyes that had been so wide and unguarded, wanting to cry.
Slowly, Yukimura kneels and forces the boy to meet his gaze. “What is your name?”
The boy tries to shy away, but his chin is held in place. In a quiet almost-whisper voice, he says, “Sasuke.” He stops, closes his mouth, lacking a surname. For the first time in many years, Yukimura is truly surprised. Fate, he is reminded, has a worse sense of humor than he does. Then, it hits him.
It will be unfair, offering a cursed fate to a person who has never known better. It will be difficult, calling him that same name. Yukimura cups the bewildered face with both hands and begins to burn the image of this child over the tall, dark shadow looming in his memory. It is exactly the sort of thing Yukimura would do, tempting fate like a fool.
“Will you stay with me,” he asks, “from now on? You have no where else to go.”
Sasuke's eyes dart around, for any hint of deceiving, for any chance at betrayal. He only sees the starry sky, the clay wine bottle, and Yukimura's pleading face. He looks at his blood on his palm and remembers the lilting voice that broke the monotony of the rain. He looks over his shoulder at the Sea of Trees and hears Kotarou's angry voice. He looks out at the dark horizon and realizes he has never been there before.
“Yes,” he mumbles at Yukimura's blooming smile, “I will.”
Genre: General
Characters: Yukimura, Sasuke [Current]
Warning: Unedited, bad writing.
Disclaimer: SDK belongs to Kodansha, Kamijyo Akimine
The boy he found has not said a word. He walks behind him, slowing himself when he is about to fall into step, hurrying himself with a bright sense of panic when he thinks Yukimura might disappear. This strange humbleness is oddly endearing, but just as pitifully sad to see. Yukimura tries to encourage him, pausing in his step and extending a gentle hand, but the boy merely looks at the thin, clean fingers and lowers his head.
Dusk falls, the sky has cleared, and he is surprised to see that with the boy's silent guidance, they are a good distance away from the perimeter of the Sea of Trees before they have to set up camp. He breaks out a bottle of sake and toasts the moon for the wonderful view. Their campfire crackles and sputters, drawing moths to its flame.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the boy staring at him in something resembling skepticism, amusement and awe all at once. Yukimura raises the mouth of the bottle to the small, round face. “Would you like to try some?” he asks with a deceptively friendly tone, while sloshing the contents of the bottle around cheerfully, “It's very, very good, thought you might be a little too small to have some.”
The boy looks at the clear liquid as if it were poison and backs away, wrinkling his nose and scowling. He emits a sound not unlike an animal growl, small and untamed. The leaves rustle on their branches in the windless night.
Instantly, Yukimura is on his feet. The boy goes quiet, rising without a rustle of cloth. The bottle is corked and placed carefully in the moist dirt. “It seems as though an unwanted stowaway has followed us from the Sea of Trees. Stay close to me,” Yukimura warns, but it falls on heedless ears. He turns in time to see the pale-haired boy jump into the canopy. Five seconds pass.
The monster's shredded carcass falls lifeless to the ground and stains the earth a vivid violet. While Yukimura stares, the boy returns to his side, staring curiously at the cut on his palm. Yukimura wonders if this is the same fallen figure half-hidden in mud, beaten to the ground and left carelessly like garbage. He wonders if this face is the same set of eyes that had been so wide and unguarded, wanting to cry.
Slowly, Yukimura kneels and forces the boy to meet his gaze. “What is your name?”
The boy tries to shy away, but his chin is held in place. In a quiet almost-whisper voice, he says, “Sasuke.” He stops, closes his mouth, lacking a surname. For the first time in many years, Yukimura is truly surprised. Fate, he is reminded, has a worse sense of humor than he does. Then, it hits him.
It will be unfair, offering a cursed fate to a person who has never known better. It will be difficult, calling him that same name. Yukimura cups the bewildered face with both hands and begins to burn the image of this child over the tall, dark shadow looming in his memory. It is exactly the sort of thing Yukimura would do, tempting fate like a fool.
“Will you stay with me,” he asks, “from now on? You have no where else to go.”
Sasuke's eyes dart around, for any hint of deceiving, for any chance at betrayal. He only sees the starry sky, the clay wine bottle, and Yukimura's pleading face. He looks at his blood on his palm and remembers the lilting voice that broke the monotony of the rain. He looks over his shoulder at the Sea of Trees and hears Kotarou's angry voice. He looks out at the dark horizon and realizes he has never been there before.
“Yes,” he mumbles at Yukimura's blooming smile, “I will.”