What's In A Name?

pyro_o · What's In A Name?

well, here I am. So long, farewell, something-like-that-I-don't-remember-the-rest... XD

something new. something old... (nothing borrowed, or blue.)

(..except maybe Tatsumi's eyes.)

well, here you have it. My somewhat-relatively new fic, that hopefully signals my return to odd forum home and such and such. :DDDD a set of vignettes on each and every (primary) cast character, and several minor ones for a total of eleven fics. I think I can manage eleven small ones. SMALL, being the key word here.

the first one.. well. yeah. my first inspiration, my first fic for this fandom in a long, long time, my first few lines that will probably give away the entire fic. but still.

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What's In A Name? (1/11)

Hisoka- it's a name that spills secrets, stays secretive, and becomes a secret, like a whisper of lace, like a soft touch of a finger tracing patterns on your cheek. It's the rustling of cloth, the waver of a fan, the grace of an arrow.

'Hisoka' is the name that, in English, had you known it, mean 'secret' in the intricate kanji that you trace over and over again, on your walls. 'Hisoka' is the word you know when you find that there is something to hide; nothing to hide- bad habits, old scars, magic spells that light up the night like a dying nightingale's cry.

The name that describes something indescribable, like a beauty so rare, so gentle, so damn beautiful it borders on unearthly ugliness. A shine, sheer like the spider webs catching dew that emanates from the thought of the name.

It's the name used for a lonely little boy, whisked into a dark corner like yesterday's trash; an innocent child too afraid to feel, when he's feeling other people's feelings. Feelings that serve to alienate, to ostracize, and Hisoka begins to become more of a secret, than a proud son.

It describes tears like a soft rainfall, water streaming down from a jailhouse beneath the feet of laughing humans who never forgot the fact that they had a son- a monstrous beast possessed by some unearthly power.

Hisoka, the name used to describe the little boy who was always left behind, forgotten.

And Hisoka cries.

laustic

Wow, that was just lovely and the descriptions you used to describe the name Hisoka was perfect.

pyro_o

What's In A Name? (2/11)

I'm not too tall. I'm not too short. I'm not too fat, I'm not too skinny. There's nothing wrong with me. I have black hair like the rest of you; I have knobbly knees, a bit, but Luka says I'll grow out of them.

So what's wrong with me?

I'm happy a lot. I smile- and Luka says that's a good thing, smiling. I smile a lot, I laugh a lot. Luka says I eat a lot, too- but she says it's okay, because I'm still growing.

Luka says she loves me. Why don't you?

I'm always hanging around, I'm always trying to make friends- so why don't you like me? I'm trying. I'm trying really, really hard, I am.

Why can't you at least say my name?

'Asato'. Why can't you say that? Why do call me 'demon'? Why do you ignore me when I talk, only to hit me, if I try to get closer to you?

I won't hurt you. I want to have friends, I want to play with you.

I want you to acknowledge me, so I know I'm real; so I know I'm human, and not some 'demon'. Luka says calling people that is mean.

Why won't you like me? I don't understand. I'm looking at it through my eyes, and you say I'm ugly, I'm a beast, I'm evil.

Why won't you like me?

laustic

That is so sad, but incredibly written. I can really feel Tsuzuki's pain.

Lady Nilamarthiel

Oh, ouch ouch ouchouchouch. So very very beautiful, and ow. ;.;

Editor

1st one:

Wow! Very pretty and poetic if sad fic. There are some gorgeous similies,

pyro_o

What's In A Name? (3/11)

You cannot possibly know me.

I am a magnificent creation of the gods- I am life, I am death, and I am the afterlife. I am the flower that blooms when the gardener sleeps, safe and warm in his bed. I begin to open my petals to the moon, unearthly and ethereal, golden as the rays of the sun that I shy away from.

I sit alone, I eat alone, I live alone, with no companionship- as it should be. Every rose has it's thorns, and I need mine, lest I become hurt by stayng too close.

I am the beautiful product of the union of Life and Death, and in my dreams, I see Heaven. I see Hell. I see that mysterious region that so many are afraid of, and I smile.

My long tresses make you laugh, my body makes you point and smirk. My expression never changes in the face of your adversity, at your laughter, at your ridicule.

But just you wait.

I'll aspire to be something that makes you so surprised, that you wouldn't dare put that great creature with my name. My creations of metal, of gears and sweat, they soothe me, they tell me of the legend I'll write.

Someday.

And then, it'll be my turn to laugh, bold as brass, bright as gold, a smile on my face like the shine in my hair, my teeth, my eyes.

Someday. You'll see.

laustic

That's amazing piece of work. You have a realy beautiful way of writing.

Jani_chan

just wows. Your writing is full of feeling. wooows

Editor

pyro_o

What's In A Name? (4/11)

"You're so formal, Kazutaka."

That's what she says, the first day I meet her. That woman- the woman who bore my monstrous half-brother.

I am staring- it's hard not to, with this beautiful creature. She seems to be almost entirely composed of light; her eyes are shining, her hair is lustrous, and her laugh seems to sparkle in midair. Her fingers- so cool, so delicate- rest on my wrist, her skin as smooth as alabaster.

She is smiling again, and I realize that I have not been listening, too occupied by watching her sweet mouth move to form the words that my ears fall deaf to.

It is only the words, however. When she says my name again- Kazutaka- in that sweet, clear voice, I feel as a man shaken out from a dream, only to find himself face-to-face with an angel. Her voice is what lulls me back into a pleasant dream once again, that trance that makes me feel as if we are the only two people on earth.

Alone, just the two of us.

Ukyo and I.

Editor

*gasp*

*incoherant*

Shocked

omg

I liked this....but....I just....gotta absorb this a moment.

pyro_o

8D;;; ???

pyro_o

What's In A Name? (5/11)

We're always together. My brother is never far from me, and I am never too far from him. We look alike, we laugh alike, we think alike. He is I, I am II. We are things created from Enma's thought, designed to keep the records immaculate and accurate.

Never, had we had the chance to explain ourselves- what is there to explain? The Gushoshin Brothers, the little chicken-like figures that seem to be sculpted from clay when God was drunk.

He had explained to me once, when we were very young- still incoherent forms of thought in Enma's mind- that he was my brother, and that I was his. That he and I would be twins, and he told me how I would be younger, and he would be older. That he would take care of me.

We are always together, he and I. Lumped together as Gushoshin, we keep each other's company as we spend long, slow, dark hours attatched to our computers to fill in more and more information on the dead.

How ironic, that we can create dead men, but not living ones. But he and I do not create- we simply record. He and I. We.

Gushoshin. The difference in a simple Roman numeral that keeps us apart, makes us whole. When there is a I, there must be a II.

My brother and I are never far apart.

laustic

That was amazing. I never read a piece on the Gushonshin before, so I found this really fascinating.

pyro_o

^^ I have to admit, that it was difficult doing so. I'd never really read a piece on the brothers myself, so I didn't have much to go on. Then again, with characters like these, there's more leeway. So I just tried to write something that made sense, but didn't disturb the YnM canon too much. XD

I'm really glad somebody enjoyed that, though. I'd worried about that particular piece.

pyro_o

What's In A Name? (6/11)

My family has never let me want for anything. We are extraordinarily prominent- we are even related to the Emperor, albeit somewhat distantly.

I am the first male in my generation. My mother has impressed upon me the importance of education; I excel in mathematics, Japanese classical literature, calligraphy, bookkeeping, and my eye for art is unparalelled.

So why is it, that I, Tatsumi Seiichiro, happen to be walking- walking, yes- alongside a common dirt road?

My mother has died, and left me, at the age of six, to care for my family matters. Should the family know that I am about to walk into a loud and dirty commoner's market? The open market only consists of booths and tents, as they peddle cheap wares to unsuspecting customers. I scoff at their pitiful tactics- don't they know that the barter system had been abolished nearly five emperors ago?

A young man runs past me, his dark brown hair flying in the wind as he calls to an older woman.

"C'mon, Luka-neechan! Hurry, or else there won't be anything left in the market!"

His voice is so light, so gleeful, makes me long to ask exactly what is it that will run out, if they don't hurry? How is it, that you can live in such conditions and still retain that voice? Was it just me, or did the boy's eyes flash like the clearest of amethysts?

I shake my head, and turn around. The open market was at my back now, and I began to head home, wistfully thinking of the freedom that came with dirty clothes and a clear smile.

laustic

That was good! It's pretty cool how you had Tatsumi hearing Tsuzuki calling out to his sister when they're both still alive. I wonder if Tatsumi realizes who Tsuzuki was when he met him in the afterlife or was it something he just didn't think of. Nice work Smile

pyro_o

it was really difficult writing the Tatsumi piece, because I couldn't necessarily imagine him in any other environment than Meifu. so I decided to challenge myself, and it ended up as some kind of FIC, instead of a little drabble/ficlet. I had to cut out some parts, including a little bit of dialogue with Tsuzuki and Tatsumi, but ultimately, I think I like the shorter one much better. XD

laustic

I can understand that. We don't even know what he did when he was still alive and it's pretty easy to assume that his work is similar to what he does in Meifu.

pyro_o

What's In A Name? (7/11)

Another year.

I have to last these few 52 weeks- or else I won't be able to focus. On anything.

...still 365 days. Thank Enma- if not anything else- it's not 366, else I might go mad.

525600 minutes. Only 525600 minutes.

31536000 seconds. Why does it seem so long now?

31559998 seconds left.

31559997.

31559996.

Why does time drag on so? But my candles flicker, and the shadows throw their eerie images on the wall, through me.

31559994.

Counting the seconds down as the candles flicker to a dim blackness- 31559986.

And so on, and so forth.

laustic

Another amazing fic. At first I thought it was about the Count, but I don't think that's who it is. Is it Tsuzuki?

pyro_o

'tis the count! :O

I dunno- maybe I was a bit too vague? 8D;; but Tsuzuki's vignette won't be for another few....

Mad

!!

laustic

I don't think it was too vague. The reason why I started wondering if it was Tsuzuki was because of the counting days and I thought he was venting his frustrations of having to be there.

I think though that this was perfect for the count since we really don't know how he feels about watching those candles. It's interesting to read about his reaction.

laustic

Ooops, I accidentally posted the same reply twice, but I coudn't delete it so I just erased the reply.