It's not chapter 8 of Tsubaki but seriously I have writer's block on that one.
Shigure: TheCompletlyAddictedBookworm does not own Furuba and says she isn't as lazy as me when it comes to publishing stuff.
'I wanted to create something. Even I who have a charisma that wafts of noble refinement have times when I lose confidence. And so I had this uncontrollable urge to try making something. Anything it didn't matter what. It just so happened that dress-making suited me best. At first it didn't matter. It could have been cooking or gardening. I just wanted to make sure I had the power to make something. Maybe I wanted to know if I could create something tangible with my own hands. If there could be something that couldn't exist without me. Ayame, Chapter 47
Yuki sat in his garden thinking about these words. They had come from the most unlikely person. But... maybe, just maybe they were true. Because in truth there were people like that. People who needed to feel that their existence was worth something. Rin drew- he knew that, maybe she did it to feel needed. Shigure, the jellyfish wrote. That was unusual because that man didn't have any emotions except for maybe lust. Yuki didn't know it was the dog's own way of getting rid of the pain of rejection, that he was not needed or wanted the most by the one person he loved. Momiji played the violin to relieve the loneliness that sat in his heart. He, himself gardened. Maybe it was everyone's own little way to escape the dark, terrifying words that there god whispered to them in the dark twisting shadows.
The more Yuki thought about it the more he realised that that was the truth. Everyone who tried to make something was trying to fight away the sense of inferiority that all the zodiac knew and feared.
The truth had come from the least likely person, yet was just that. The truth.
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