Reminisce the Memoirs
Author's note: pls. be kind ... everything I receive from here onward will be duly noted!
Disclaimer: don't own anything… bleh!!
"The human mind tends to get unconsciousness once it realizes the extent of its capabilities." –hc-
Chapter one
Reminisce
"Hmm… just one more dash of white on the hair… red on the cloth and Ta-dah!!! A masterpiece if I do say so myself…"
The girl exclaimed with a triumphant grin as she backed away a little to behold her so-called 'masterpiece'
"and now to name it…" which brings her to a dilemma… pondering loudly
She held the brush loosely in her hands and contemplated.
"umm… 'Field Paradise'… too lame… uhh…. 'Green Fields'…Noo…" shaking her head fiercely
"Paradise Field?!" uhh… I'm losing it…
she muttered, turning her now bitten brush into a dizzying cycle of uneven circles…
"uhh.. 'Blue sky'?!? Huh?!?!" she took a peek at her still unnamed painting
"BLUE sky?! There's NOTHING even remotely blue about it…" muttering vigorously, reasoning against her new suggestion…
I must be turning color blind…
She thought and would have laughed at her own ludicrousness had it not been … you know.. her OWN.
And now I'm feeling silly…
She chastised herself.
"umm … perhaps 'White field'?"" she grimaced…
Why can't I ever think of a nice name. Silently cursing who ever gave her her non-existent ability in title-giving… since it was so …lame.
I'm a fine arts student for heaven's sake, not a genius majoring in English…
She thought defensively as she chewed the end of her brush some more and plopped down to lean on the Goshinboku.
"Hmm…" her face a cloud of thoughts, misery and slight annoyance…
"What about 'Horrid contortion'?"
A voice suggested behind her, all the while snickering at what evidently was her 'masterpiece'.
"Ungh… I didn't know you had such a DEEP vocabulary Souta-kun..!?!?! "
Kagome bit out… "horrid my ass" she mumbled, teeth grinding and sulked. Souta, for his part, tried to disguise his overwhelming laughter by covering it with an awkward cough.
"Didn't think you had it in you… Contortion?!? Gee, soo deep, you should tell me what it means."
She bit out again for good measure… slightly hurt and annoyed at the continued snickering by her not-so-little brother.
Was there any rule against OSTRACIZING annoying siblings?
When he had reached high school, Souta had a burst of growth spurt and quite suddenly, SHE was the one who was looking UP at HIM and not the other way around where it SHOULD have been.
"ehh? So why don't you tell me what that abomination is?"
Apparently, not only did his height grow but also his ability to irritate her… good-naturedly of course… he once defended but irritate nonetheless.
"abomination?!?" she snapped around to face him and harrumphed just to let out a bit of frustration.
"you just don't get it do you?" Kagome swept absently "it's abstract and in my world, this kind of abstract painting… " pointing at her work "...is considered a masterpiece" ending it with flourish.
"masterpiece huh?" Souta raised his brow just enough to look doubtful and sneered again…
"in your own words Kagome nee-chan, and I quote 'in MY world'…" pausing dramatically "well, it does say something about your sanity, don't you agree?"
"argh" Kagome replied unintelligibly as she stood up and pointed at him.
"you…you…" she trembled slightly and suddenly turned around inhaling a deep lungful of air…
She sighed and faced back to meet her brother's gaze with another long-suffering sigh...
Little brothers can be so infuriating… especially… if they're taller than you
She sighed … then she sighed again just for the heck of it.
"why are you here anyway?" and ended the self-proclaimed debate against myself
She said tiredly and realizing how the sky was already darkening, walked towards her painting to pack up her things.
I guess title-making can wait… when there's a suitable panel of reasonable individuals to supervise my self-debate… self-debate? Hah! Talk about sanity…
She thought ruefully.
Her brother followed here sheepishly and helped her wash her brushes with linseed oil.
"Mom said to tell you to come inside already before you fall asleep here AGAIN for…"
Here he paused. ".. the umpteenth time?!" he finished vaguely. A small grin gracing his still-boyish looks.
After all, he was still a boy when he STILL thinks that just falling asleep outside holding the brush with hair and face covered with paint is hilarious. Hah! Just a kid really.
She turned to glare at him then proceeded on finding the best position to carry her still wet canvass… Souta, after all being bigger than she is, will have to carry all the rest.
There were still some perks in being smaller… she grinned and felt a revenge-filled glee.
As Souta was finding himself in a predicament carrying her – not so many but probably a hundred or so- brushes along with her easel, oil and paints, she felt a tiny twinge of guilt and silently took the brushes to carry.
Hey, it was MINE to begin with… she reasoned defensively against her uhh.. revenge-filled inner-crazy self as she remembered her thoughts earlier.
With everything packed and ready to go, she nodded slightly and marched towards the once-storage room which she recently claimed as her mini studio.
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"uhh clay… I hate clay… no… I abhor clay…"
The boy muttered, glaring defiantly at the man who just stood smirking his way
"they stick in my finger nails, and are dirty, and stains every known fiber of clothing and… and…. " he plopped another handful of clay to the board "they STICK!"
And now he was beginning to think he sounded like a girl, whined just like a girl… oh gawd, if Father ever heard about this…
He sighed and punched the clay with just a little bit more force than was actually needed.
"now, now Tetsu-kun, you know full well that any sculptor who can actually sculpt can easily mold the clay."
The man said with an easy relish that almost always accompanied the air of confidence that is generally carried by the people who were best at their field. And Tetsuya knew, that although his Sensei was constantly quite obnoxious and irritating, and annoying and superficial and a genuine true-to-god PERVERT –and for which he thanked the heavens that he was NOT a GIRL- he was good at what he was doing... in a word, 'amazing'. But that was all he was ever gonna warrant his so called instructor.
"and Tetsuya, you can't possibly forget the benefits of the sculpture you're doing …"
The man grinned widely… Tetsuya groaned… here it comes…
"you can't possibly hate a figure with so much CURVES… so very delicious curves of a ripe young woman"
Miroku slid his hand on one of his own curvaceous sculptures and sighed with relish.
Tetsuya only groaned some more of his frustration and hid his flaming red face, embarrassed by his Sensei's usual illustrative delusions.
Not noticing his student's apprehensiveness and obvious embarrassment, Miroku continued jovially discussing why the female's anatomy had such a distinct quality to it that most sculptors –himself most absolutely included and what Tetsuya SHOULD emulate as well- enjoy forming themselves.
According to his mind-addled brain,
'females are a very complicated subject and that he-Tetsuya – should be most fortunate that he has a teacher of noteworthy achievements, those rivaling that of the maker of the Venus de Milo;
and unfortunately, Tetsuya had to begrudgingly agree
-on the noteworthy part- and the
–rivaling those of Venus de Milo part-
after all, it was true, at that respect.
The Worthy subjects that is… and NOT well the umm.. physical pleasure part that his teacher had been so brazenly lecturing him.
My childhood will never be the same again…
He wailed. Tetsuya had never been more ashamed in his life and afraid that this never-ending torture would continue indefinitely, he covered- clay and all – his ears that he almost…. Almost missed the last part of what his sensei was talking….
"and so, unfortunately for you my eager Tetsuya nearly threw up apprentice, I need to be off somewhere in Tokyo for a convention… hmm.." Miroku paused, counting his fingers thoughtfully with a slight frown marring his forehead "… a couple of weeks perhaps." He finished satisfactorily with a little nod and looked entirely the famed sculptor that he was, except of course if it hadn't been for the lecherous gleam in his eyes.
And Tetsuya knew… he KNEW.. that he would never, EVER emulate this insane, psychopathic, lecherous, infidel man in front of him..
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"Souta, did you call your sister in?"
"yeah mom" Souta shouted at the kitchen as he and Kagome entered their house, took off their shoes and proceeded to lounge at the living room.
Kagome cracked her fingers a little, feeling the strain on her hands crack away as well and headed towards her bedroom but not before commenting loudly, "Hmm… something smells nice" and hearing her mother's gentle laugh.
Although only after a nice cool shower and wearing her enormously huge and soft fox slippers did she finally heave a relaxed sigh.
Wait… relaxed?!?
She thought…. She hadn't even noticed the tension she developed when she was painting the 'abomination' as her brother rudely pointed out.
But she had felt a bit tensed as she painted what was on her mind.
Those people had been on her mind lately...
But why can't I seem to connect a face to their clothes? hmm...
She lay a bit on her bed and closed her eyes…
There, she saw a red haori worn by a man with white hair… hmm… she thought deeply.. no, not a man… not exactly… and white hair? How odd… he seemed young.
She frowned some more and thought she saw another man with a staff appear next to the white haired umm… -she sought to find a word-…. Something… and thought she heard a deeply pleasant voice as the umm…. She thought again… monk!
Monk?!? Why'd she think that? Laughed a throaty chuckle and her thoughts swam with the soft tinkling of bells and …. OOfff!!!
"Oi!" Souta called as he lifted the pillow that he recently hit his sister's face with…
The dream dissolved in a flash.
And she was startled that she had fallen asleep…
"you work too hard" she thought she heard her brother mutter before he coughed and said loudly.
"Mom was calling you for dinner"
A pause
Blank, pensive mood….
"oi, deaf-mute! Dinner" Souta said more loudly.
"I heard you the first time" startled, Kagome groaned, rubbing her head which now accumulated a bizarrely huge headache.
Geez! When did her little soft-spoken brother go?!? Who the hell kidnapped my loving brother and left this… this… sad excuse of a human behind?
Come to think of it… how DID Souta become like this?
"You coming or what? It's mom's specialty tonight!"
Souta taunted, already by the door.
Ahh heck, a nuclear bomb could explode at any minute but I don't care… right now…if
"Curry?! " Kagome suddenly perked up and smiled broadly,
"Nooo.?!?! … snot soup.." her brother mocked with a roll of his eyes and went on ahead.
She should have been annoyed and knocked the socks of Souta but...
Snot?!? Where'd I hear it before?
A voice…
"Oi, snot-faced mutt…"
huh!??
She thought she heard that before, shouted by a child…
Huh?!? Snot-faced…hmm…
She wondered again… the only child she knew before was Souta and he usually was a gentle-spoken kid…BEFORE he became the monstrosity that he is…
She grinned at the thought…
and huh!?!? Mutt? We didn't have dogs before, just our faithful overgrown cat Buyo…huh!?
behind the blur of fog, she saw the back of what appeared to be a little boy with fox ears and a bushy tail... shaking his little fists at some unknown person at the distance...
I'm imagining too much…
She shook her head to clear it and raced down the stairs grinning…
Special Curry awaited…
Mmmhmmm….
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// I'm still building up the concept of how the characters live right now so … I'm terribly sorry if this chappy was boring... Tetsuya is umm... someone i made up in replacement to umm ahh.. someone else //