I've been in love with Hold, Release, Rakshasa and Carcasses for a while now, and after seeing the Senka version of the PV, I had to write something /laughs/. It's short, but that's how I intended it to be, short, weird, confusing, and you'll only understand it by watching the video o3o. I based my story off of some fan-interpretation of the video. There's probably better Rakshasa fanfic out there, but I wanted to try XD! /nervous/ I hope you like~ Oh, I don't own Miku or the song!
I Ro Ha Ni Ho He To
"I always wanted to go through the gate..."
It was all for survival.
Life had been hard.
She crushed another butterfly in her tiny hand, watching it's red wings fall to pieces. It squirmed and died in pain.
"If this is how you're going to treat our child, I'm leaving!"
She'd been sat in the corner, hiding her face between her arms, which were resting on her legs, too scared to look at what was happening.
"It's for the money, this will be essential, it will only happen once!"
She quaked in fear, not knowing, understanding, what was meant to be happening.
"No, it won't be once, I know you, you're a demon, you couldn't care how she feels about this!"
"I am not a demon! Do you think I'd put her through this for nothing?"
"Yes!"
And the door slammed, and he left. Left them both.
And she was still shivering in the corner, terror coating her blood.
She walked ever closer to the gate, following the other children, all dressed up prettily in their yukata's, watching the Gate keeper with the long purple hair let each one in, one at a time.
It was her turn to enter the Gate now.
But, she was stopped by a hand in front of her face. She looked up, feeling something tightening around her, almost cutting into her skin.
The man looked down at her, whispering before he and the gate dissipated from her view.
"Ugly butterflies."
And there was one, right in front of her, staining the inky blackness surrounding her with those vile, red wings. A symbol of life, and vitality.
She gripped it's wings with both of her small, pale hands, before her face contorted in anger.
She tore it apart.
In the end, it's all other people's business.
"So, this is it right?"
"Yes, this is the price we agreed on."
She was watching her mother being passed some money by a man. She didn't know this man, but he scared her a lot.
In the end, it's all other people's business.
There she was, lying on her bed, with hat scary man looming over her. It felt like she had some invisible restraint on, she couldn't bring herself to move for any reason.
In the end, it's all other people's business.
He was getting closer.
And she still couldn't move.
He put one of his hands close to her and she snapped.
"Hee hee!"
She didn't let on she'd been holding that knife, but she brought it up in amazing speed, plunging it onto the man that tried to attack her.
Her mother heard the racket.
She killed her mother too.
She turned to the window, dropping the bloody knife onto the floor and opening the glass door that separated her from the balcony.
The moon was alluring tonight. So red. Like blood.
She climbed onto the wall.
The city below was like fire, so orange, so orange.
She wanted to get closer to that moon.
She fell over the edge.
She threw the wings of the butterflies out to the ocean, a devilish smile on her dead face. The Rakshasa that had been raising her placed the kitsune mask over her face.
She could never go through the gate, as impure as she was, but she could be with her new family.
She gripped both of the elder Rakshasa's hands and walked with them, turning around to see a woman, with a mask also, waving at her. She looked familiar.
The girl smiled at her.
"See you tomorrow."