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The girl left her seat next to the wonderful blooming Sakura Tree and moved in the direction of the young man
who had been standing at the other end of the small place for a while now, only staring intensely at the tree. He
had started to light a cigarette when she arrived. He looked down as in surprise and his emerald eyes faced her
grey ones. They were not as beautiful as his, but far too knowing for someone as little as this girl.
"Who are you?" his voice was emotionless but nevertheless gentle.
"You shouldn't smoke," the girl said. "It's not good for your health. Didn't your mother tell you that?"
The girl looked at him curiously. He seemed to be perplexed by her frankness. She observed him more
intensely. He seemed to be on his early twenties, perhaps twenty-one or twenty-two. He wore a coat which
reached nearly his feet. Beneath the coat, she figured out slender, nearly delicate features. He must have had a
very girlish look when a teenager. His hands were covered by gloves. That was strange because she didn't
know anyone who wear gloves on summer. But she could sense that he didn't wear them out of some sort of
humour. The gloves were black, the same colour as his hair. His face was extremely pretty, sad and gentle at the same time. There was something on his face, she couldn't figure out at first, but he soon realise what made her feeling uneasy about him.
It was his eyes.
As she looked into those beautiful green orbs, she could see many mixed emotions: hate, sorrow, desperation,
innocence and rejection. The girl was shocked to see so many pain in this eyes. What could have happened to
him? She was sure he must have lost something very important to him. She couldn't imagine another reason for
him to be so unhappy.
On the other hand, she was quite fascinated by those eyes. They didn't reflect her small face, what should have
been the normal. In fact, she saw a deep green sea, a beautiful abyss which tried to pull her in. She saw two
shimmering emeralds preventing her to look away. But she also saw nearly unbearable pain.
"Daijobu desu ka?"
Confused by his sudden voice, the girl looked up into the now worried face. Did he tried to speak to her before?
She couldn't remember. But she was sure she would have heard his gentle voice immediately, if he had tried to
talk to her.
"Why do you look so sad?" she asked him without answering to his question.
He looked surprised, but didn't say a word. When she thought he wouldn't react to her question, he suddenly
started talking.
"What makes you think I'm sad?"
"Your eyes. They don't' fit your face."
"Nani?"
The man seemed to be shocked. He wasn't used to little girls telling him that his eyes didn't fit his face. He
wasn't sure if to become angry, but decided against it. The girl already looked nervous, probably not knowing if
she had upset him or not.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you, but…" she was searching for words. "You know, your face looks gentle
and nice, but your eyes…they are different. They show so much pain and sadness. I just wondered what's
making you so unhappy."
She hoped to had found the right words. She didn't want to hurt him. He seemed to have enough problems, so
she didn't want to be a new one.
The young man lighted a new cigarette. She hadn't realised that he had finishes the first one.
"How old are you?" he suddenly asked her.
"Eleven. Why do you ask?" she answered without thinking.
"Why is as eleven year old girl interested in someone like me?"
No, he wasn't upset because she asked him such questions. He was only a bit surprised that she seemingly was
worried about him. That she, perhaps unconsciously, tried to help him. He liked the feeling. It was a feeling he
had missed for years. No, he had rejected for years, because he feared to be hurt again.
"I don't know," she said. "But I thought it was strange that someone could be so emotionless and yet at the
same time so full of pain and sorrow. My mother always told me to see the beautiful things of life, even if I
think it's impossible to see them because I feel so unhappy. She always told me to see those things and
remember them. Don't you see them?"
The girl looked sad, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She seemed to feel all of his pain without knowing
why. Why did she want to see him happy, even if only for a few seconds? They had known each other for only
a few minutes ago.
He was touched by these words. They had awaken something deep within himself he thought he had most
years ago.
"Not anymore, but I saw them. I saw them when I watched into the face of…" he sighed. "Now they are
gone."
"What happened?"
When she saw he wouldn't answer to her question, she asked, "But, isn't there anyone who is worth watching
and remembering the beautiful things?"
She looked at him, desperately searching for some kind of hope in his emerald eyes. She wouldn't be
disappointed.
Suddenly, the young man understood. In his mind, he could see the face of another person, whom he knew all to
well, who could be his reflection. Someone who could understand his anguish because he had experienced
nearly the same. Someone he liked very much. Someone who he had tried to help even if it meant to remember
his own personal hell. Someone he didn't want to be hurt anymore, who let him remember the beautiful things,
even if it was for a short time. He realised that this person was too important to him to reject him any further.
Why hadn't he realised it earlier?
Amethyst eyes, he thought and smiled.
For the very first time, after what seemed to be an eternity, Subaru smiled. Oh, it was a tiny little smile, with so
much pain written in it, but the smile for itself was as real as the hands he placed on the frail shoulder of the girl
which forced her to look directly into his beautiful eyes.
For some seconds, he only looked into her eyes. Then he gently said, "Yes, there is someone worth
remembering, worth living for…worth fighting for."
The girl wasn't sure, but his emerald eyes seemed to be less lost, lest unhappy than before.
"I think I have to thank you. You reminded me of something I had nearly forgotten—no…. something I nearly
haven't seen."
After a short break, he smiled for a second time and said, "I have to go. Doumo arigatou."
He started heading towards the street.
"Wait! What's your name?"
He faced her for the last time. Gently he spoke, "You can call me Subaru. Subaru Sumeragi."
She was a bit surprised. She had heard of the Head of the Sumeragi Clan, but she didn't expect him to be so
young and vulnerable, so kind. When she looked up to tell him at least her name in response, he was gone. The
only evidence that he had ever been here, were two little cigarettes laying directly in front of her.
She walked back to the Sakura Tree. Her lips curled into a tiny smile as she spoke.
"I shall tell Uncle Seishirou who I met today."
Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
Their only comfort
Kill your friend. I don't care
Orchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understand
No need to forgive
No truth no sense left to be followed
Facing this unbearable fear
like meeting an old friend
Time to die, poor mates.
You made me what I am.
--owari--
I know that Seishirou doesn't have a niece because as a Sakurazukamori he had to kill all of his relatives. But
this story only shows a possibility of what might happen.
The lyrics at the end of the story are part of Nightwish's song "The Kinslayer".
keiji_izumi@yahoo.com Ó Tschubi-chan / 27.08.2000 /