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Note: A little reflection piece for the twins right after their parents died. Really sad. "Doushite hito wa kizutsukeau no?" means "Why do people hurt one another?"
Doushite Hito wa Kizutsukeau no?
Shunkaku sobbed into his twin's shirt, face pressed against the other boy's chest.
"Doushite, aniki? Doushite hito wa kizutsukeau no? Doushite?"
"I wish I knew," the older twin replied, silent tears running down his face as he held his brother tightly. They both had their faces turned away from the village they had lived in, the one now burning and filled with death.
Shunkaku felt Koutoku's tears falling in his hair. Looking up, he whispered, "Aniki...we're all alone now. Why? Is there any good reason? Is there ever any good reason for war and suffering? We're so young. We don't deserve this. Why's it all happening? Is there any way to stop it? Why do people hurt each other?"
Koutoku didn't answer, and for once Shunkaku was really scared. If it was so terrible that even his aniki couldn't explain it, couldn't tell him why, then it must be truly awful. Worse than he had imagined.
Finally Koutoku spoke, rocking gently, still unable to stop his tears.
"I don't know. I can't understand this madness. I don't think anyone cares anymore. I don't know what we can do. I guess...I'll just always take care of you. I promise."
"Thank you. I'm not afraid, I think, not with your promise. I just wish I could understand. I wish there was some reason. The world is so worthless, it seems."
"I know. Oh, otouto, why?"
"Why?"
The two boys, orphaned and alone so young, slowly cried themselves to sleep. Fading to heartbroken unconsciousness in each other's arms, they shared the same burning question:
Doushite hito wa kizutsukeau no?
Owari
Note: A little reflection piece for the twins right after their parents died. Really sad. "Doushite hito wa kizutsukeau no?" means "Why do people hurt one another?"
Doushite Hito wa Kizutsukeau no?
Shunkaku sobbed into his twin's shirt, face pressed against the other boy's chest.
"Doushite, aniki? Doushite hito wa kizutsukeau no? Doushite?"
"I wish I knew," the older twin replied, silent tears running down his face as he held his brother tightly. They both had their faces turned away from the village they had lived in, the one now burning and filled with death.
Shunkaku felt Koutoku's tears falling in his hair. Looking up, he whispered, "Aniki...we're all alone now. Why? Is there any good reason? Is there ever any good reason for war and suffering? We're so young. We don't deserve this. Why's it all happening? Is there any way to stop it? Why do people hurt each other?"
Koutoku didn't answer, and for once Shunkaku was really scared. If it was so terrible that even his aniki couldn't explain it, couldn't tell him why, then it must be truly awful. Worse than he had imagined.
Finally Koutoku spoke, rocking gently, still unable to stop his tears.
"I don't know. I can't understand this madness. I don't think anyone cares anymore. I don't know what we can do. I guess...I'll just always take care of you. I promise."
"Thank you. I'm not afraid, I think, not with your promise. I just wish I could understand. I wish there was some reason. The world is so worthless, it seems."
"I know. Oh, otouto, why?"
"Why?"
The two boys, orphaned and alone so young, slowly cried themselves to sleep. Fading to heartbroken unconsciousness in each other's arms, they shared the same burning question:
Doushite hito wa kizutsukeau no?
Owari