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. _________________ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ J ☆ I ☆ H ☆ Y ☆ E ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥
many thanks to Rhea, because she is the Goddess of Photoshop. 8D
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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. _________________ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ J ☆ I ☆ H ☆ Y ☆ E ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥
many thanks to Rhea, because she is the Goddess of Photoshop. 8D
^^ 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. _________________ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ J ☆ I ☆ H ☆ Y ☆ E ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥
many thanks to Rhea, because she is the Goddess of Photoshop. 8D
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. _________________ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ J ☆ I ☆ H ☆ Y ☆ E ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥
many thanks to Rhea, because she is the Goddess of Photoshop. 8D
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
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 _________________ ♥ ☆ ♥ ☆ J ☆ I ☆ H ☆ Y ☆ E ☆ ♥ ☆ ♥
many thanks to Rhea, because she is the Goddess of Photoshop. 8D
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.
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