Summary; "I was their last hope, now I am their final curse." | The story of Utako Amago, as she comes to terms with the fact she is nothing more than a shadow.
Disclaimer; Again, I own nothing but Utako at this point. The rest belongs to Capcom... Q~Q
[Sorry, I'm terrible at summaries X3 But I'm sure in time readers can decide a summary for themselves xDDD I was going to tag Haruhisa Amago in this but he's not actually an option xD Ah well. I'm not sure why I have an OC for the Amago...I'm not even fully convinced I like the Amago clan anyway :L Well...Enjoy~]
~Shadow of the Sonne~
~Prologue~
In the spring of 1541, a young baby boy was born to head of the Amago clan, a small but potentially powerful clan in the Chugoku region of Japan.
The Amago clan had risen and fallen over the years, but as fate would have it. This story takes place in some of the Clans better years, when they used to own such an amount of land they were considered a frightening threat by their neighbours.
The area the Amago clan inhabited was a merciless desert. This desert was once an anchor to the Amago. Their homes would be ripped apart in the sand storms, many a family would be lost in the depths of the sandy wastelands and at times, their enemies would drive them into the desert…and only few would return.
But as time went by, they tamed the desert, it became the biggest asset the clan would ever have. And they came to love the area more than they loved the small yet pleasant rural district they owned.
They learned how to build homes that would survive the trials and tests of the desert. They perfected maps and various others ways of navigation, passing them down the generations. And they learnt how to conceal themselves in the sands, giving a deadly ambush on the unlucky enemy.
The clans father at the time was Amago Masahisa. He was a strong sensible man for the most part, who had a strong will and a body to match this confidence. He was quite tall compared to others, well built and he prided himself on it. Some would have said he was arrogant and others would have been proud to have such a leader.
He was a pleasant man to be around, always happy with life and his friends. He loved his clan and his wife both very much and when his baby was born, he completed the circle, connecting the two things he loved most.
His wife was not old but was still young enough to elude wrinkles and grey hair. She was thin and surprisingly pale as she didn't like to venture into the desert sun much. Her hair was long and light brown, always tied up in a bun atop her head. Her small frame made some people worry that if she fell, she would shatter into 1000 pieces but she would just laugh away their worries and pat them on the back as thanks for their concern.
It was true that she also possessed a certain beauty, she was not a goddess mind, merely a pretty mortal. But still to her husband, she was perfect.
He loved her as much as he loved his clan, he would do anything to make her happy or content, although she promised as long as she was with him, it was more than enough.
So when the beautiful woman gave birth to his son, Masahisa's life was complete. He cherished the boy dearly from the moment he was born, raising him alongside his most beloved wife. Together they raised him in a way only two completely dedicated parents would.
Although as the years flew by like hours, Masahisa started to notice his son was weak. As five years passed, Masahisa started to doubt that his son was the perfect heir he'd always dreamt of.
His son was frail, skinny and downright bony, there was no muscle to him, not even any baby fat. His face was very feminine, long eyelashes, curved jaw line and such deep enveloping eyes, not sharp or frightening like a warrior, he seemed better suited as an actor. Even his posture and stance were acutely female.
And as the days slowly dragged by, he noticed his sons flaws more and more. He was reluctant to tell his wife about his misgivings, he wasn't sure how she'd react. So he tried to avoid her whenever he could. But when other clan members started talking in hushed tones, Masahisa couldn't stand the thought of his son being ridiculed.
Still not wanting to tell his wife, he took time from his busy schedule to make an effort to educate the five year old boy on how to be a better man, it was a ridiculous exercise to begin with, yet Masahisa couldn't see it that way.
He tried to teach him to walk like him, to follow in his footsteps. He attempted to train him in combat, to fight like his shadow. He made a conscious effort for him to speak like him, to remind everyone he was the heir to the clan.
The boy couldn't walk like him, he was too graceful and didn't have the heavy pounding footsteps of his father. The boy couldn't fight like he did, he was too weak to wield the same two-handed sword. The boy barely picked up a few of his fathers words and accents before his father gave up on these lessons.
Feeling frustrated, angry and scared, Masahisa did not want to discuss this with his fellow clansmen. He didn't want them to see the stressed bundle of nerves he had become.
Masahisa went straight to his wife, and told her everything. About how he believed his son was a failure, how he would never be fit to lead the Amago clan, he wasn't sure what to do. His wife just laughed and pushed back the hair on his head, telling him he worried too much and that his son will always have time to grow. After a brief pause he smiled too and forgot his worries.
Only five weeks later he came back to his wife and told her he wanted another son, before it was too late. He had heard the crude remarks about his son, seen the other retainers laughing at him from behind screen doors and he couldn't take it anymore.
His son was a failure. He was not fit to rule the Amago, he could barely look after himself, in a short time period of just two weeks he had become ill on three separate occasions as a result of his poor immune system.
She was hesitant, she knew her son wasn't destined for failure. But she felt like it was her fault. Their child had inherited her genes, he was weak because of her. His skinny frame, his weak defences, his scrawny muscles were all connected to her.
She loved her husband dearly and would never deny him anything he wished for, it felt as if this were a second chance. So she put a smile on her face and simply nodded to his request, the guilt seemed to lift as they agreed.
Forty-one weeks later…she died…giving birth to a screaming baby girl.
A.N. Well the rest is going to be in First-Person POV. The prologue just sounded better in third .
Hope that wasn't too painful for you to read xDDD Any thoughts? Not flames...X3 Although helpful criticism is most welcome :D Even though it is just the first one...#sigh# ^ ^;;