Tokyo Crazy Paradise, written July 18, 2006
Ryuji/Tsukasa
The characters and the story do not belong to me.
Ryuji keeps his journal of Tsukasa like a parent's precious log of their children--like a scrapbook with baby pictures, the first step--except infinitely more memorable, in his eyes. In his mind, too, he keeps a log of Tsukasa, for those things too hard to commit to memory through the vagaries of pen and paper and sketch. The first time he saw her smile. That particular expression when she is passionate about something, focused around the eyes. Her ferociousness when she was still under the effects of the inverted cross. Curve of the ankle, heavenly-- the indentation of her inner elbow, like ambrosia. Every time he sees her, some new aspect is enlightened to him; he never has nothing to note in his journals. The archive on paper is formidable; the archive in his heart, infinite, engraved in his soul.