Disclaimer: Tokyo Babylon is held by Clamp so all rights are held to them. I am just so in love with it that I can't leave it alone...
I had been watching him for years...
...only he never remembered me...
I didn't let him.
Killing me softly...
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 1 - Kimi... boku o oboete imashita ka? (You...do you remember me?)
I began to laugh at the little boy in front of me, but when I 'woke him up', I just placed my hand over my mouth to keep from being too loud and too obvious about the whole affair. He turned his head from side to side until he had noticed me, who was just standing in front of him.
"Sumimasen!" He began to bow.
And you should, little boy...
you really should be sorry...
"Kirei na sakura desu ka? Sakura osuki desu ka?" I asked as we both looked up to falling sakura petals overhead.
What kind of question to ask a child. Of course he would reply yes. Only a sadist would dislike them...
heh...maybe there was hope for me yet.
As he smiled and nodded with a "Hai!" I found it very amusing. I don't know why, though.
He had a certain...charm...as I could put it.
Then, I took some flying down from the branches and they landed on my hands. I looked at him saying, "Cherry blossoms are always as white as snow. Even whiter. But do you know why they are pink?"
With that ever benevolent innocence around him, he shook his head at me.
In a quiet anger that I couldn't show, I was a bit frustrated. How could he be oblivious to the world...
...and yet he was a medium?? I couldn't understand this purity when mine had been so tainted by the time I was his own age.
Sighing to myself, I answered, "It's because of the blood of the dead corpses buried under the sakura."
I then clenched my fist as if I could almost feel the blood of the people who had been severed with it. I could feel the pulsation running down the crevices between my fingers and falling to the ground as if I were crushing someone right then and there.
You don't know, little boy...
Looking up at me, he began to cry. He asked, "But aren't they sad?"
It was then that there was a tug in my heart...
A guilt that had been numbed for so many years...
My face couldn't hold the shock at his heart being so soft.
Yet, you are a medium, little boy? I don't quite understand...
Then, that face that was so sure and calm suddenly became surprised as I looked at him.
By now, this is nothing to me...
But you're reopening the wound.
I can't let you die just yet.
This could be...interesting...
A voice suddenly protruded inside my skull softly saying, "You will be killed by the one you love the most.." she had said to me. "Itsuka..."
Smiling once again with my usual calmness, I regained my composure. I then knelt in front of him to look at him eye to eye. "I'll make a bet with you."
Leaning closer to him, I whispered, "When we meet again-"
Purposely, a wind began to blow the sakura petals in a violent frenzy. And he didn't notice it all.
I am controlling it...
See how calm I am little boy?
I'm so used to this.
He began to shout with his arm over his face to block the petals from his face, "I can't hear you because the wind's so loud!!!"
As he fell asleep, I held him in my arms. And I began to hold him tighter than when my own mother had died in my arms.
I couldn't kill the boy.
I can't.
As I brushed the hair away from his closed eyes, I looked deeply at him.
That's what I was missing...
Shaking my head, I smiled to myself.
After he had been in my arms for a while, a great burden had been lifted from me. I felt a little bit lighter than from all the years of things I had to see.
But something different was forming inside of me. It was the kind of feeling like an soft, warm, electric shock circulating my body. And yet, I felt sad at this feeling also.
Though that little girl was bleeding next to me, I was so focused on the sleeping boy's face before my own. After tricking him by starting off with, "Kirei na sakura desu ne?"
I half-laughed at making him my patsy. But I half-laughed at his pure innocence as he nodded at me with a smiling face saying, "Hai."
Being the way I was, I had lost that certain laugh that only children possessed...
even if I was a child myself.
And so when I looked at him, I felt a bit at peace. That sleeping boy in my arms was a medium, but I felt his heart wasn't in it. It wasn't that he wasn't sincere, it was his underlying sadness in taking care of too many people...
That's why I say you're gentle.
My time was up and I didn't want to let go. Licking his hands of his own blood, I had sealed my mark on him as his eyes began to blink.
With the sakura flying again, I placed him on his feet and held his cheek. He looked at me without knowing what I had done to him.
You shouldn't know...
I think I'm growing weak if...
If I...
I smirked at that moment.
With a smile that I hadn't smiled for years, I said, "Today, I'll let you live."
Then, I watched him run away from me not really knowing what I was saying.
And for a moment, I stood there unable to go anywhere or do anything as long as he was in my sight.
You are my prey...and yet...
I laughed at myself at my foolish thoughs and turned to walk the other way with my hands in my pockets.
You may not remember...but I'll remember you.
At this thought, my heart became the way it once was, but a slight sadness encapsuled it even more so because of that little boy...
...that little boy whose name was Subaru Sumeragi.
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Author's note: You must be sick of this whole 'sakura' thing, and I'm sorry, but that IS my favorite part and it's so important to the whole story because it starts and ends there...
Forgive my repeated use, but it is the scene I have loved the most...
With so many interpretations and so many ways to go...
new ideas thrive. And I must write them.
I had been watching him for years...
...only he never remembered me...
I didn't let him.
Killing me softly...
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 1 - Kimi... boku o oboete imashita ka? (You...do you remember me?)
I began to laugh at the little boy in front of me, but when I 'woke him up', I just placed my hand over my mouth to keep from being too loud and too obvious about the whole affair. He turned his head from side to side until he had noticed me, who was just standing in front of him.
"Sumimasen!" He began to bow.
And you should, little boy...
you really should be sorry...
"Kirei na sakura desu ka? Sakura osuki desu ka?" I asked as we both looked up to falling sakura petals overhead.
What kind of question to ask a child. Of course he would reply yes. Only a sadist would dislike them...
heh...maybe there was hope for me yet.
As he smiled and nodded with a "Hai!" I found it very amusing. I don't know why, though.
He had a certain...charm...as I could put it.
Then, I took some flying down from the branches and they landed on my hands. I looked at him saying, "Cherry blossoms are always as white as snow. Even whiter. But do you know why they are pink?"
With that ever benevolent innocence around him, he shook his head at me.
In a quiet anger that I couldn't show, I was a bit frustrated. How could he be oblivious to the world...
...and yet he was a medium?? I couldn't understand this purity when mine had been so tainted by the time I was his own age.
Sighing to myself, I answered, "It's because of the blood of the dead corpses buried under the sakura."
I then clenched my fist as if I could almost feel the blood of the people who had been severed with it. I could feel the pulsation running down the crevices between my fingers and falling to the ground as if I were crushing someone right then and there.
You don't know, little boy...
Looking up at me, he began to cry. He asked, "But aren't they sad?"
It was then that there was a tug in my heart...
A guilt that had been numbed for so many years...
My face couldn't hold the shock at his heart being so soft.
Yet, you are a medium, little boy? I don't quite understand...
Then, that face that was so sure and calm suddenly became surprised as I looked at him.
By now, this is nothing to me...
But you're reopening the wound.
I can't let you die just yet.
This could be...interesting...
A voice suddenly protruded inside my skull softly saying, "You will be killed by the one you love the most.." she had said to me. "Itsuka..."
Smiling once again with my usual calmness, I regained my composure. I then knelt in front of him to look at him eye to eye. "I'll make a bet with you."
Leaning closer to him, I whispered, "When we meet again-"
Purposely, a wind began to blow the sakura petals in a violent frenzy. And he didn't notice it all.
I am controlling it...
See how calm I am little boy?
I'm so used to this.
He began to shout with his arm over his face to block the petals from his face, "I can't hear you because the wind's so loud!!!"
As he fell asleep, I held him in my arms. And I began to hold him tighter than when my own mother had died in my arms.
I couldn't kill the boy.
I can't.
As I brushed the hair away from his closed eyes, I looked deeply at him.
That's what I was missing...
Shaking my head, I smiled to myself.
After he had been in my arms for a while, a great burden had been lifted from me. I felt a little bit lighter than from all the years of things I had to see.
But something different was forming inside of me. It was the kind of feeling like an soft, warm, electric shock circulating my body. And yet, I felt sad at this feeling also.
Though that little girl was bleeding next to me, I was so focused on the sleeping boy's face before my own. After tricking him by starting off with, "Kirei na sakura desu ne?"
I half-laughed at making him my patsy. But I half-laughed at his pure innocence as he nodded at me with a smiling face saying, "Hai."
Being the way I was, I had lost that certain laugh that only children possessed...
even if I was a child myself.
And so when I looked at him, I felt a bit at peace. That sleeping boy in my arms was a medium, but I felt his heart wasn't in it. It wasn't that he wasn't sincere, it was his underlying sadness in taking care of too many people...
That's why I say you're gentle.
My time was up and I didn't want to let go. Licking his hands of his own blood, I had sealed my mark on him as his eyes began to blink.
With the sakura flying again, I placed him on his feet and held his cheek. He looked at me without knowing what I had done to him.
You shouldn't know...
I think I'm growing weak if...
If I...
I smirked at that moment.
With a smile that I hadn't smiled for years, I said, "Today, I'll let you live."
Then, I watched him run away from me not really knowing what I was saying.
And for a moment, I stood there unable to go anywhere or do anything as long as he was in my sight.
You are my prey...and yet...
I laughed at myself at my foolish thoughs and turned to walk the other way with my hands in my pockets.
You may not remember...but I'll remember you.
At this thought, my heart became the way it once was, but a slight sadness encapsuled it even more so because of that little boy...
...that little boy whose name was Subaru Sumeragi.
--
Author's note: You must be sick of this whole 'sakura' thing, and I'm sorry, but that IS my favorite part and it's so important to the whole story because it starts and ends there...
Forgive my repeated use, but it is the scene I have loved the most...
With so many interpretations and so many ways to go...
new ideas thrive. And I must write them.