Frost
家族は、耐えられた家族粉砕した
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Quote:
"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."
Cause and effect. Action and reaction. How and why. Then and now. What is, what isn't. There is a time for everything.
Unfortunately, the day had come for the rat's beloved master's time to end.
Hun lay curled over, enormous hand at his face as the four furious rat claw swipes had made their mark-crimson, and deep.
But it had done no good. As Splinter had been flung bodily away by Shredder into the windowsill, the rat watched with dark, wide eyes as
grappling hooks ensnared his struggling master.
But to no avail.
The Shredder slowly walked forwards, gauntlet raised in its terrible, gleaming glory.
Sweat pouring down his face, the young man's hardened face turned to fury as Shredder stared down at him with red eyes.
"He," hissed Yoshi, never looking away from the Shredder's burning gaze.
"Who lives....without honor....."
The Shredder raised his wrist.
"...will end....without honor!"
And, fear paralyzed the young man's face....although hardened by loss, it was comparable to that of a young boy.
Shredder drew back....
Then wrenched forwards.
You could hear the judge's hammer clanked against the oak, ringing with definite finality in its dying arrow.
And the sound of something shattering.
Splinter had winced as Shredder lunged....
And now, Yoshi's ragged breathing and wheezing had abruptly stopped, as a soft clunk hit the floor, followed by a dripping sound.
Eyes squeezed shut, Splinter hung by his right wrist for a moment by the windowsill outside.
Gone.
All gone.
Home.....Teng Shen.......Yoshi....
There was nothing left for the rat now.
And, as Splinter dropped to the bit of earth outside his Master's apartment, unwilling to move from his hunched over figure, face turned to the
worn brick wall.
Better to keep everything tightly locked in a painful hold.
It was better then letting lose and breaking.
What did he have left now? No family, no home....
But wasn't that the fate of most rats? Eat, steal, hide, cower, ruin. Die alone.
Splinter lay there, as afternoon drifted towards evening. He vaguely wished that sleep would take him....a very, very long sleep.
It would be nice to not have to reminsce or feel anymore....
Black. Black and black and an endless abyss of nothingness all around him.
Splinter had finally drifted off in his fetal position. His eyelids opened reluctantly as the sun began to lazily drift off towards the far off mount of
homes, telephone wires, trees, city buildings....
What did he do now?
What WAS there to do now....other then resume his life as a vagabond?
Splinter streched as he stiffly knelt on his hind feet.
....there was nothing he could do here.
Casting a remorseful glance behind him at the old building, he squeezed his eyes shut again, forced his head around and streaked off into the
woods.
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Splinter sat on a crate of old boxes, looking at the pale orb that was the moon hanging over the dark sky like a proud, serene queen.
Too bad there weren't many stars. He had loved watching them at the Ancient One's Home....as Master Yoshi pointed out the-
No. No. He musn't think of his master. That would only bring a rasping claw-mark against the already-festering-ache.
Back in the city. If he had stayed in the forest....seeing as there were so many creatures supposed to live alongside each other....it would've been
inevitable something would've tried to eat him.
Splinter's whiskers twitched in irratation as his fellow rats scurried about, squeaking about to one another. He did not care for their company very
much.
It was interesting to be among his brethren, but now he realized why he'd left in the first place. The rats were often annoying, forgetful, and
incapable of real conversation. Master Yoshi could always understand him perfectly well.
Splendid. Splinter winced again.
His eyes continued to sting....
The rats gathered around the trash bins. Splinter's eyes flickered with distaste, and he nimbly leapt away onto the piping of the roof, away from
the clamoring rats.
Thoughtless bunch. Pity. He'd met some pleasant ones once in awhile....
Ah, well. Splinter did not feel much like looking for another rat companion.
He had preferred....the different. After all, he had annoyed his brethren in the past by being a quiet oddball who ate very little, and did not
constantly think of food and fleeing.
Ah, well. Splinter turned around.
He wasn't really tired, but he decided to close his eyes anyway.
Sweet release.....
Splinter turned in his sleep.
He was not on a very chilly rooftop in the dead of night, alone in New York....he was safe and quiet in Teng Shen's kitchen.
Teng Shen had been wrapping onigiri (rice balls wrapped in seaweed) as Splinter watched her from the windowsill.
It too, had been autumn....only the old maples beside the sakura were dropping crimson leaves into the indigo pond, quietly drifting as little
circles rippled in the cold water.
Teng Shen wiped her brow and let out a content sigh as she turned to Splinter with a small smile. Splinter liked that. Actually, it was difficult to
dislike ANYTHING about Shen.
She streched and yawned, picking up a small white paperback as she stood to walk over to the sill. It was warm and sunny, altogether pleasant if
you kept your head out of it....
Splinter jumped to her shoulder as she stroked his petite ears, smiling as she reached for her novel and began to read aloud.....