Names
by silvaesedai
disclaimer: You know how it goes... if I owned Sukisho, I wouldn't be writing a disclaimer. Hence its conspicuous presence. --v Not mine, no no no, no profit, no nuttin'.
AN: Short and rather weird, in my opinion. Spawned by the consideration of how depressing it would be to be named "Docile" and a bout of insomnia.
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Names are powerful things. Some maintain that to know a name is to control its bearer; others that the inner name is the key to the being; others yet, that it is our names that make us who we are.
That our names define us.
It was all born from a name.
Sora. Sky. A sky that they were no longer allowed to see, blue vastness under which they could no longer play. A painful memory, nothing more. Something that lanced, something that weakened.
So he became Yoru. Night. And slowly, Night took on a face, a voice, a body. Yoru took on strength, thanks to his name.
A strange name, that.
It spoke of starry expanses, of shadowed buildings and daring, cloaked bandits stealing mounds of treasure. Of duels and secret meetings and dashing heroes meeting their lady-loves under the pale light of the moon. Childish bravery and naïve defiance.
It spoke of despair, of barred doors and high windows that let in no light, of countless weeks spent alone in the darkness, cowering helplessly against ever-approaching footfalls. Of ignorance and fear.
It spoke of secrecy also, of welcome refuge from the torments of the day, of those long-awaited moments when their captors slept, and could not hear. Of whispered conversations, of touch and comfort.
And from this name, Yoru grew. Because there had been a need for him.
It was all born from a name.
Sunao. Meek, obedient. Worse, docile. What is it to be named obedient when trying to resist, to be named meek when trying to be brave?
It was Yoru who had chosen his other name. A beautiful name, that, if not so strong as he could have wished. But then, Night had held strength enough for both of them.
So he became Ran. Orchid.
A small, fragile flower blooming in the midst of pain and unhappiness.
A flower who had relied on Yoru. Who had loved Yoru.
Who had been abandoned, and left to wilt.
Because it had been Yoru, who had held strength enough for the both of them.
"Kuu-chan!"
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My first published fanfic... tell me what you thought?