Authoress' Notes: Well, everybody. Look, I'm back on 8DD;; I'll be updating this series of vignettes rather quickly and often, I should hope. There are ELEVEN stories here, and each of them are devoted to a certain character in the Yami no Matsuei universe. I hope you'll enjoy it.
Hisoka- it's a name that spills secrets, stays secretive, and becomes a secret, like a whisper of lace, like a soft touch of a finger tracing patterns on your cheek. It's the rustling of cloth, the waver of a fan, the grace of an arrow.
'Hisoka' is the name that, in English, had you known it, mean 'secret' in the intricate kanji that you trace over and over again, on your walls. 'Hisoka' is the word you know when you find that there is something to hide; nothing to hide- bad habits, old scars, magic spells that light up the night like a dying nightingale's cry.
The name that describes something indescribable, like a beauty so rare, so gentle, so damn beautiful it borders on unearthly ugliness. A shine, sheer like the spider webs catching dew that emanates from the thought of the name.
It's the name used for a lonely little boy, whisked into a dark corner like yesterday's trash; an innocent child too afraid to feel, when he's feeling other people's feelings. Feelings that serve to alienate, to ostracize, and Hisoka begins to become more of a secret, than a proud son.
It describes tears like a soft rainfall, water streaming down from a jailhouse beneath the feet of laughing humans who never forgot the fact that they had a son- a monstrous beast possessed by some unearthly power.
Hisoka, the name used to describe the little boy who was always left behind, forgotten.
And Hisoka cries.