Want: A Kyuuketsuki Miyu fanfic
By yutamiyu
Musings of a servant who cannot speak...
Destiny's hands weave a tangled pattern with her strings.
I, a western-Shinma, am now under the servitude of a small child.
Failing my mission to slay her, I end up bound by mask with constricted throat.
I fail one mission and she gains another. Her mission is now to seal every stray Shinma that has escaped from the darkness.
I almost feel sorry for her; I, who had never before had a conscience.
She approaches me suddenly and embraces me. No words, no motion. Only tacit support.
And I suddenly find myself caring about what happens to this girl.
Has my true fate been to fall under the servitude of this child?
Why does destiny weave my fate so completely that when I try to break free I encounter nothing but tangles and knots and frays along the path?
Is this what it is like for the child in front of me?
I embrace her as well.
I, a western-Shinma, am now under the servitude of a small child.
I do not want this. I never wanted this.
This was never fated.
But I accept it.
Why?
I soon learn to love her.
I, a western-Shinma, have a heart capable of love.
I had thought my heart to be too hard to open up to another.
After all this time, am I truly capable?
I become her companion. She accepts me; I accept her. Nothing is said.
How can I love someone when I know nothing about her?
I know enough. Her body reveals to me what her voice does not. It lies as much as it tells the truth. Her voice is filled with pain and sorrow, while her body conveys all the makings of a naïve child.
So which is she?
And so we travel, sealing stray-Shinma while all the time I watch her, her silent witness, suffer every night until she can once again be free.
When she finds fate to be too cruel or her duty too arduous she comes to me with anguish and strife and I enfold her within my arms, banishing the demons that plague her beautiful nightmares.
She is absorbed into the darkness when light cannot serve her desires.
And I am there for her--now and forever.
I always embrace her tightly, wondering when I can hold her once again.
How much longer I can love her from afar.
To her, I am simply no more than a ghostly slave.
I want her to hear my voice and see my face.
I want to look upon her with my own eyes rather than harsh, hollowed carvings.
I want to protect her.
I want to love her.
I want.
~End~
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those readers who haven't guessed, this story is from the mind of the OVA Larva, rather than the TV series Larva. There IS a difference, you know. ^_^
By yutamiyu
Musings of a servant who cannot speak...
Destiny's hands weave a tangled pattern with her strings.
I, a western-Shinma, am now under the servitude of a small child.
Failing my mission to slay her, I end up bound by mask with constricted throat.
I fail one mission and she gains another. Her mission is now to seal every stray Shinma that has escaped from the darkness.
I almost feel sorry for her; I, who had never before had a conscience.
She approaches me suddenly and embraces me. No words, no motion. Only tacit support.
And I suddenly find myself caring about what happens to this girl.
Has my true fate been to fall under the servitude of this child?
Why does destiny weave my fate so completely that when I try to break free I encounter nothing but tangles and knots and frays along the path?
Is this what it is like for the child in front of me?
I embrace her as well.
I, a western-Shinma, am now under the servitude of a small child.
I do not want this. I never wanted this.
This was never fated.
But I accept it.
Why?
I soon learn to love her.
I, a western-Shinma, have a heart capable of love.
I had thought my heart to be too hard to open up to another.
After all this time, am I truly capable?
I become her companion. She accepts me; I accept her. Nothing is said.
How can I love someone when I know nothing about her?
I know enough. Her body reveals to me what her voice does not. It lies as much as it tells the truth. Her voice is filled with pain and sorrow, while her body conveys all the makings of a naïve child.
So which is she?
And so we travel, sealing stray-Shinma while all the time I watch her, her silent witness, suffer every night until she can once again be free.
When she finds fate to be too cruel or her duty too arduous she comes to me with anguish and strife and I enfold her within my arms, banishing the demons that plague her beautiful nightmares.
She is absorbed into the darkness when light cannot serve her desires.
And I am there for her--now and forever.
I always embrace her tightly, wondering when I can hold her once again.
How much longer I can love her from afar.
To her, I am simply no more than a ghostly slave.
I want her to hear my voice and see my face.
I want to look upon her with my own eyes rather than harsh, hollowed carvings.
I want to protect her.
I want to love her.
I want.
~End~
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those readers who haven't guessed, this story is from the mind of the OVA Larva, rather than the TV series Larva. There IS a difference, you know. ^_^