Wrong Impression
By Anne chan
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As every morning, I go under the tree to talk with her, or more precisely with "it". I used to say her because she had a very low and sensual voice but childish at the same time. I asked her if she had a name. She told me that once she had. Still, she barely remembers it. About her, she knows only one truth: her son was the very first Sakurazukamori.
He killed her, under her favourite tree. She was beautiful and he wanted to save her from the aging process, which hurts even the most delicate faces. She will never die old and angry. Her magnificent face will never decline and therefore will be immortal.
He knew she loved him, but never understood why him amongst his four brothers and two sisters. Maybe because he was her first born child. Maybe because he looked like her as if he was her mirror… He will never understand. She was only 30, and even after being pregnant 7 times she still was the pretty girl she had been when she met her husband. Everyone was jealous from her beauty; most of the town's inhabitants believed her bewitched.
He grew up misunderstanding his family, misunderstanding town's people. the coldness made him distant. The distance made him lonely. The strange fascination people felt for his mother turned into his burden. As a teenager, as an orphan, as a murderer, his feelings slowly got blurry. At 14, he lost his last human part, the day he killed a second time. He killed again and again, trying to feel what he had felt when he killed his mother. He finally realized his acts were wrong. His estimate of the situation was mistaken. Instead, he decided he'd rather be killed, to fully understand his mother's behaviour.
She kept taking care of her beloved son beyond her death. Her love defying time and space through her soul buried under the tree. The tree was in fact born from love and not from hatred. The deep and true meaning of the tree is the love between a dead mother and her special person. The souls are not confine in the tree, they are here to protect the ones they love forever. The ones who don't have anything or anyone to protect aren't kill. One can die only to protect someone, the Sakurazukamori kills you as an award. You will be able to look after your special person until the end of the time. Every time a Sakurazukamori kills with his left hand, he performs an act of love, perpetuating what a mother felt a long time ago.
I wish people could understand that I haven't killed and never will someone who deserves human justice… There are courts for that. As unbearable as it sounds, I only murder the ones who love. Whatever the Sakura tree wants, I freely give to her. As the Sumeragis are Kyoto's guardians, She is Tokyo's godmother, and I'm her favourite godchild. She watches over Tokyo and carefully looks after the balance between spirits and forces inside the city. If she wants someone's death, I never ask her why, I'm simply eager to please. She could be a liar, I really don't care, I need to believe in something
I like her, she's my only friend, she's the only one who can tell me about my clan's history. She knows him better than anybody else on earth. I will never let her die, because one day I will find a heir to protect her. I will take care of my heir, as he was and is taking care of me. I wish I knew that before, I wouldn't have despited my love for him so much. I would hate him because he was a killer, but I wouldn't hate myself because I loved a Sakurazukamori.
But right now I think I'm going to take care of her, the graceful lady needs me…
By Anne chan
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As every morning, I go under the tree to talk with her, or more precisely with "it". I used to say her because she had a very low and sensual voice but childish at the same time. I asked her if she had a name. She told me that once she had. Still, she barely remembers it. About her, she knows only one truth: her son was the very first Sakurazukamori.
He killed her, under her favourite tree. She was beautiful and he wanted to save her from the aging process, which hurts even the most delicate faces. She will never die old and angry. Her magnificent face will never decline and therefore will be immortal.
He knew she loved him, but never understood why him amongst his four brothers and two sisters. Maybe because he was her first born child. Maybe because he looked like her as if he was her mirror… He will never understand. She was only 30, and even after being pregnant 7 times she still was the pretty girl she had been when she met her husband. Everyone was jealous from her beauty; most of the town's inhabitants believed her bewitched.
He grew up misunderstanding his family, misunderstanding town's people. the coldness made him distant. The distance made him lonely. The strange fascination people felt for his mother turned into his burden. As a teenager, as an orphan, as a murderer, his feelings slowly got blurry. At 14, he lost his last human part, the day he killed a second time. He killed again and again, trying to feel what he had felt when he killed his mother. He finally realized his acts were wrong. His estimate of the situation was mistaken. Instead, he decided he'd rather be killed, to fully understand his mother's behaviour.
She kept taking care of her beloved son beyond her death. Her love defying time and space through her soul buried under the tree. The tree was in fact born from love and not from hatred. The deep and true meaning of the tree is the love between a dead mother and her special person. The souls are not confine in the tree, they are here to protect the ones they love forever. The ones who don't have anything or anyone to protect aren't kill. One can die only to protect someone, the Sakurazukamori kills you as an award. You will be able to look after your special person until the end of the time. Every time a Sakurazukamori kills with his left hand, he performs an act of love, perpetuating what a mother felt a long time ago.
I wish people could understand that I haven't killed and never will someone who deserves human justice… There are courts for that. As unbearable as it sounds, I only murder the ones who love. Whatever the Sakura tree wants, I freely give to her. As the Sumeragis are Kyoto's guardians, She is Tokyo's godmother, and I'm her favourite godchild. She watches over Tokyo and carefully looks after the balance between spirits and forces inside the city. If she wants someone's death, I never ask her why, I'm simply eager to please. She could be a liar, I really don't care, I need to believe in something
I like her, she's my only friend, she's the only one who can tell me about my clan's history. She knows him better than anybody else on earth. I will never let her die, because one day I will find a heir to protect her. I will take care of my heir, as he was and is taking care of me. I wish I knew that before, I wouldn't have despited my love for him so much. I would hate him because he was a killer, but I wouldn't hate myself because I loved a Sakurazukamori.
But right now I think I'm going to take care of her, the graceful lady needs me…