This is my story of the Byakko no miko and her seishi, their history was somewhat shadily created by me and a friend and I decided to fill in the holes. There isn't yet, but the story will have some shounen-ai/yaoi later on, nothing graphic...but, just to let you know. I'm not sure but I think the story will stretch on for some time, and I'll write and add chapters whenever I have free time. I know it's boring now 9_9 but it should get at least a bit more interesting. Reviews always appreciated.
byakkokokie@aol.com
Misekake na Sekai
"I need someone to believe in. Someone to trust."-Genesis
Chapter one
Characteristically, summer in Sairou lasts no more than three short months. Three months of bliss, of blazing suns and an ample amount of fresh fruits, picture perfect meadows and an unending stretch of aquamarine sky, the god's glory. That summer, however, seemed to last forever.
Aichling Lake was tinged with ripples of soft pink as the sun began its rise above the distant hills that marked the border between Sairou and Konan. Absent-mindedly, Kasaru dipped his finger into the waters as he lounged in the grasses that lined the water. He broke the thin film of mold that coated the lake and sighed contently, the skin on his hand being met with refreshing swirls of cool water.
He had a special kinship with plants that sometimes bewildered him as much as it bewildered his little sister, and anyone that came to know the quiet twenty year old. He was reserved, unhappy in crowds (very much unlike Ai-Leng, who thrived on being the center of attention) and uncomfortable indoors. He had wondered dejectedly, more than once, if he had just been born to be uncomfortable, but those fleeting thoughts were vanquished as soon as he stepped into nature. Among fresh greenery, underneath the blanket of clouds with nothing to protect him against the elements, Kasaru felt at home. It was the gentle whisper of the wind through leaves that he craved, not the loud squawking of people. He had nothing against people as a whole, though some did on Kasaru's nerves, they just...weren't what he craved.
Slowly being lulled to sleep by the murmur of the lake lapping at the shore, his eyelids closed over pale blue eyes and his breathing slowed. It was not uncommon for him to fall asleep out here; he had never had a problem with anyone bothering him while he dozed, namely because he wasn't interesting enough for people to even try to irritate him.
He was slowly slipping off into a dream when a loud -splash- jarred him out of sleep. He sat up, slightly disoriented, and opened his eyes just as a shower of fat water droplets rained down on his head. In the middle of the lake something was struggling among the waves it had created, grappling for something to keep it afloat. From a distant, it looked like nothing more than a flailing seal.
"HELP! OH HEEELLPPP!!!" the girl choked out as she spat out the water that rushed into her mouth every time she opened it in an effort to breathe. The voice tugged Kasaru out of his passivity and he tugged off his boots hastily, diving into the water and swimming for the girl, who had by now slipped fully into the waters.
Kasaru had never been a strong swimmer, but something allowed him to press onward in spite of his weariness. He -couldn't- let this girl drown, the desire to save her set his heart ablaze, warmed his skin despite the chill of the waters he was cutting through. With an almost over-dramatic gasp for oxygen, he dipped under water and felt for her blindly, but came up with nothing.
Finally he dared to crack his eyes open. In the fading sunlight, the lake was a depthless green pool, plant-like algae sprouting out from the black pit beneath him that could have reached a depth of five feet or five hundred. She was down there -somewhere-, but Kasaru lacked the know-how to find her, and he was running out of oxygen himself.
Vague warmth graced the back of his hand, and as he watched, the mark on the back of his right hand began to glow a dim yellow. The light wasn't very strong, its purpose wasn't served there, but his eyes honed in attentively through the darkness as a single seed floated up from the depths and pressed itself against his hand. As he closed the slender digits of his hand around the seed that seemed to have a life of its own, vines sprouted out. The plunged into the depths of the lake, and Kasaru gave a startled gasp, the ever-opportunistic water choking off his air and filling his lungs as he did so.
He was growing pale, his face turning blue, and he began to doubt whether he had the energy to swim himself to shore, let alone the girl. He grew certain that he had brought himself to an inevitable death, brought on by his own foolishness. The break of the water was at least twenty feet above his head, and he began to feel...so...weak...
A gentle hand shook his shoulder, and Kasaru rolled over and coughed up the dirty brown lake water that robbed his lungs of air. His entire body shook, racked with coughs, but a spark of elation made his heart flutter.
He was alive!
After a few moments, Kasaru hoisted himself up into a half-upright position, his worn body being supported by his elbows. Ribbons of dark hair were pasted to his skin and framed his pale face. He turned his head to set his gaze on the girl kneeling beside him.
There was nothing extraordinary about her, she was soaked to the bone as was Kasaru, and he knew that she had been the one that had plunged into the lake. So she had survived, that was quite a relief to Kasaru, like a ten pound weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Her hair was a dark shade that could have been black, brown, or dark blue...he couldn't tell while it was wet. She seemed like an ordinary girl in every other way, except for her eyes. Her eyes were a light chestnut brown, framed by long eyelashes, widened in bewilderment. They gave her an air of innocence and yet the murky depths of brown could have held any number of secrets. As he stared into her eyes, he felt a blush rise in his cheeks, and he had to look away.
The girl swept her fingers through her drenched mane of hair, her braids were ruined, but she couldn't bring herself to be vain in a moment like this. Her mind was in turmoil, a mixture of excitement, fear, confusion and sadness swirling together in a dangerous cocktail. She couldn't understand why she had been stooped over an ancient musty book, reading some kind of incantation...and then she had been plunging to her death in freezing waters. None of it made any sense, but then again, neither did the death of her best friend Takiko, killed by her own -father-.
Memories swam before her vision, made her almost oblivious to the man in front of her. Her father, laughing with her mother as he picked up the phone, and then his face growing pale as the phone nearly slipped from his fingers. Yes, he knew Okuda-san, no he hadn't talked to him recently, and he didn't know why such a loving man would kill his daughter and then himself. Since Takiko and her father had no close relatives, the man on the other end of the line had requested that he come in to identify the body. Her parents drove off, shaken, leaving the girl behind. It was alone in their apartment, that she ventured into her father's study and found the ShiJinTenChiSho.
Kasaru watched her with growing concern; she looked as if she could be in a trance of some sort. Was it brain death? Some cruel result of being deprived of oxygen for so long? He reached out and gently prodded her shoulder with his finger. She turned to look at him, her eyes almost impossibly wide.
"Where...am I?" her voice came out in a near-croak, her throat raw from gasping for air. She put her hand to her throat and looked down, as if ashamed. Kasaru opened his mouth to speak, but as he explained to her what had happened, a sound of rushing water met her ears, drowned out all other sounds, and she felt herself slipping until she was surrounded in only darkness.
byakkokokie@aol.com
Misekake na Sekai
"I need someone to believe in. Someone to trust."-Genesis
Chapter one
Characteristically, summer in Sairou lasts no more than three short months. Three months of bliss, of blazing suns and an ample amount of fresh fruits, picture perfect meadows and an unending stretch of aquamarine sky, the god's glory. That summer, however, seemed to last forever.
Aichling Lake was tinged with ripples of soft pink as the sun began its rise above the distant hills that marked the border between Sairou and Konan. Absent-mindedly, Kasaru dipped his finger into the waters as he lounged in the grasses that lined the water. He broke the thin film of mold that coated the lake and sighed contently, the skin on his hand being met with refreshing swirls of cool water.
He had a special kinship with plants that sometimes bewildered him as much as it bewildered his little sister, and anyone that came to know the quiet twenty year old. He was reserved, unhappy in crowds (very much unlike Ai-Leng, who thrived on being the center of attention) and uncomfortable indoors. He had wondered dejectedly, more than once, if he had just been born to be uncomfortable, but those fleeting thoughts were vanquished as soon as he stepped into nature. Among fresh greenery, underneath the blanket of clouds with nothing to protect him against the elements, Kasaru felt at home. It was the gentle whisper of the wind through leaves that he craved, not the loud squawking of people. He had nothing against people as a whole, though some did on Kasaru's nerves, they just...weren't what he craved.
Slowly being lulled to sleep by the murmur of the lake lapping at the shore, his eyelids closed over pale blue eyes and his breathing slowed. It was not uncommon for him to fall asleep out here; he had never had a problem with anyone bothering him while he dozed, namely because he wasn't interesting enough for people to even try to irritate him.
He was slowly slipping off into a dream when a loud -splash- jarred him out of sleep. He sat up, slightly disoriented, and opened his eyes just as a shower of fat water droplets rained down on his head. In the middle of the lake something was struggling among the waves it had created, grappling for something to keep it afloat. From a distant, it looked like nothing more than a flailing seal.
"HELP! OH HEEELLPPP!!!" the girl choked out as she spat out the water that rushed into her mouth every time she opened it in an effort to breathe. The voice tugged Kasaru out of his passivity and he tugged off his boots hastily, diving into the water and swimming for the girl, who had by now slipped fully into the waters.
Kasaru had never been a strong swimmer, but something allowed him to press onward in spite of his weariness. He -couldn't- let this girl drown, the desire to save her set his heart ablaze, warmed his skin despite the chill of the waters he was cutting through. With an almost over-dramatic gasp for oxygen, he dipped under water and felt for her blindly, but came up with nothing.
Finally he dared to crack his eyes open. In the fading sunlight, the lake was a depthless green pool, plant-like algae sprouting out from the black pit beneath him that could have reached a depth of five feet or five hundred. She was down there -somewhere-, but Kasaru lacked the know-how to find her, and he was running out of oxygen himself.
Vague warmth graced the back of his hand, and as he watched, the mark on the back of his right hand began to glow a dim yellow. The light wasn't very strong, its purpose wasn't served there, but his eyes honed in attentively through the darkness as a single seed floated up from the depths and pressed itself against his hand. As he closed the slender digits of his hand around the seed that seemed to have a life of its own, vines sprouted out. The plunged into the depths of the lake, and Kasaru gave a startled gasp, the ever-opportunistic water choking off his air and filling his lungs as he did so.
He was growing pale, his face turning blue, and he began to doubt whether he had the energy to swim himself to shore, let alone the girl. He grew certain that he had brought himself to an inevitable death, brought on by his own foolishness. The break of the water was at least twenty feet above his head, and he began to feel...so...weak...
A gentle hand shook his shoulder, and Kasaru rolled over and coughed up the dirty brown lake water that robbed his lungs of air. His entire body shook, racked with coughs, but a spark of elation made his heart flutter.
He was alive!
After a few moments, Kasaru hoisted himself up into a half-upright position, his worn body being supported by his elbows. Ribbons of dark hair were pasted to his skin and framed his pale face. He turned his head to set his gaze on the girl kneeling beside him.
There was nothing extraordinary about her, she was soaked to the bone as was Kasaru, and he knew that she had been the one that had plunged into the lake. So she had survived, that was quite a relief to Kasaru, like a ten pound weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Her hair was a dark shade that could have been black, brown, or dark blue...he couldn't tell while it was wet. She seemed like an ordinary girl in every other way, except for her eyes. Her eyes were a light chestnut brown, framed by long eyelashes, widened in bewilderment. They gave her an air of innocence and yet the murky depths of brown could have held any number of secrets. As he stared into her eyes, he felt a blush rise in his cheeks, and he had to look away.
The girl swept her fingers through her drenched mane of hair, her braids were ruined, but she couldn't bring herself to be vain in a moment like this. Her mind was in turmoil, a mixture of excitement, fear, confusion and sadness swirling together in a dangerous cocktail. She couldn't understand why she had been stooped over an ancient musty book, reading some kind of incantation...and then she had been plunging to her death in freezing waters. None of it made any sense, but then again, neither did the death of her best friend Takiko, killed by her own -father-.
Memories swam before her vision, made her almost oblivious to the man in front of her. Her father, laughing with her mother as he picked up the phone, and then his face growing pale as the phone nearly slipped from his fingers. Yes, he knew Okuda-san, no he hadn't talked to him recently, and he didn't know why such a loving man would kill his daughter and then himself. Since Takiko and her father had no close relatives, the man on the other end of the line had requested that he come in to identify the body. Her parents drove off, shaken, leaving the girl behind. It was alone in their apartment, that she ventured into her father's study and found the ShiJinTenChiSho.
Kasaru watched her with growing concern; she looked as if she could be in a trance of some sort. Was it brain death? Some cruel result of being deprived of oxygen for so long? He reached out and gently prodded her shoulder with his finger. She turned to look at him, her eyes almost impossibly wide.
"Where...am I?" her voice came out in a near-croak, her throat raw from gasping for air. She put her hand to her throat and looked down, as if ashamed. Kasaru opened his mouth to speak, but as he explained to her what had happened, a sound of rushing water met her ears, drowned out all other sounds, and she felt herself slipping until she was surrounded in only darkness.