Sacrificed Wishing
To once again help my creative flow back into motion, and to speed up my work in my tenth grade project, another fic is presented to you guys! Yes, another OC submission fic. I know I got those other Persona fics to work on, but my muse is dying on them, I don't know why! It's sad! T^T Anyway, batting away that sadness,I just love working on these too much, I can't help but think of some ideas from the odd dreams I've been having about Italy and Egypt (Don't ask) and from some books on mythology I read a while back. Now, for those who wish to submit an OC, the requirements will be explained in the end. No worries, everyone will be given a chance. Now, I rather not make this author note long, so I'll just end this with the disclaimer and all of you can get to reading the prologue. Lets get this chapter rolling!
PS: Thanks to those who pointed out the grammar mistakes. Got them all fixed :D
Disclaimer: All I own of Persona are my copies of Persona 3 Portable and Persona 4: Golden. Nothing More. Anything else belongs to their respectful owners.
~Our Story - Yohio~
~We're living in a dream
An endless fantasy
You're never alone
So forget your sorrow
Baby, we're meant to be
Just close your eyes and see
That you're a part of me
My precious story
Fly away~
~Pilot: For All that its Worth~
"And by the power invested in me, in front of all these witnesses before you, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
As the groom in his black tuxedo and the blushing bride kissed, Rinji knew that his life had taken another turn.
"I now present, the new Mr. and Mrs. Kimimura!"
Everyone in the courtyard stood, throwing wild flower petals into the air and cheering as Rinji's father and new bride walked down the aisle, the red carpet protecting their shoes from the sand. Rinji stood where he was at the high, white alter of stone, in between his two new brothers and nephew. Or rather, his new brothers and nephew.
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, messing up his gelled, pale-peach hair. Usually, his hair stuck up in the oddest of ways, and he kept it that way, knowing that there was no use in getting it fixed. But under the cold glare of Norio, the oldest of his step-brothers, he poured half a bottle of gel on his hair and slicked it till it made his hair look like a pink helmet.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked to his side. His other new brother, Ichigo, gave him a kind smile, dark green eyes shinning kindly and his white-blonde hair tied in a small ponytail.
"Isn't this great, Rinji? Starting today, we're family." He said, a little excitement in his voice.
"It's so cool! We have more people in our family!" Isn't that great, Norio?" asked Rinji's now-nephew, Sora. Rinji could tell that he was born from his new mother's late son and wife, since he was the only one in the family who had light grey hair. Norio, the tallest of them and with long blonde hair, gave a dry hum and looked away, crossing his arms.
"E-Er, anyway! Lets get going, guys. The reception is going to start soon, and all the food's going to be gone if we don't get inside." Said Ichigo, trying to settle the maddening silence. Sora gave a whooping cry, latching onto Ichigo's back and bouncing.
"Giddy up! Giddy up, horsey!" He cried, laughing as the blonde grabbed his legs and spun them in circles.
"Hold on tight! I'm a wild horse! A wild horse, I say!" He yelled, carrying the laughing child into the large, white tent that was held for the reception. Rinji could see a few others heading inside as well, almost all of them either his father's co-workers, or his new mother's family.
"Lets go," He looked at Norio, who seemed to give a more neutral look. "We have to get ready for the toast."
"Uh. . ." The teen was confused. Wasn't the half-albino just sour to him a second ago? As if he had read his thoughts, Norio sighed.
"Fine, be a dumbass," He muttered, walking ahead and not able to notice the hurt look on his new brother's face. Rinji looked down on the sandy grounds, wincing as some wind whipped sand past the shawl he wore to protect his face. Coughing and spitting, Rinji shook his head and walked sluggishly into the tent.
'Already things are going wrong.'
The reception was, in two words, for Rinji: Beautiful and long.
He sat next to his father at the head table, noticing that the man himself looked younger, a big step for his father, since he was in his early forties Ashlan, his father, was a proud man of their family, having darkly-tan skin and raven-black hair tucked by the headdress he wore, soft robes of white giving his father a regal look. Rinji smiled as his father gave a hearty laugh. It had been a while since he heard a laugh like that.
He looked a little down, watching as his new mother, Ayame, giggle and talk with her bridesmaids, her light brown hair matching her pink and white kimono and elegant flowers pinned in her hair, the scent making his head spin.
Rinji already didn't like her.
A little away were his new bothers and nephew, the three lost in the world of the table party as they chatted with guests and made small toasts, of friendship, new futures, and muffled words that Rinji couldn't make out. He sighed, placing down his fork and knife and pushing his seat from the table.
"Excuse me, I need some fresh air," He said, a few people, including Ashlan, turning at his abruptness.
"Rinji?" The boy stopped to look at his father's confused, maroon-red eyes, the color similar to his own, before he turned and walked out of the tent. Once outside, he tore off his shawl and dress tunic, throwing them to the sand. He pulled at his hair, giving quiet snarls as he tugged at the sweaty strands that matted and tangled from his vicious tugs. Giving one last frustrated kick in the sand, he fell flat on his behind and leaned back, propping himself on his elbows and rolling his head back, allowing the desert's cold and brisk air to cool his sweating skin.
"I needed that." He said to himself, closing his eyes.
"Really? I think you just scared mother, and father looked very surprised." He eyes opened again, and Rinij looked up and over to Ichigo. He closed his eyes, trying to scowl.
"Go away," He said in a hush tone, trying (and failing) to sound tough.
"Hey, don't try to act so tough," Ichigo took a seat next him, smiling impishly. "It does you no justice."
Rinji only scoffed, causing the older to laugh and pull something out of his pocket.
"But seriously," The blonde eased out a cigarette from the box he carried and a blue lighter, holding the white stick between his teeth. "You did walk out so suddenly. Are you upset?" He lit up a flame and breathed in the smoke, blowing grey puffs into the air. "Look, for what its worth, Rinji, my mother isn't a bad woman. She loves father, and she loves you just as much. And me and Sora like you, too. Norio. . . Well, he just needs to get use to the fact of it."
Red eyes looked at the stick he held. "You smoke?"
"Hey, don't change the subject," Ichigo peeved, lightly tapping the younger's forehead.
Rinji groaned and fell into the sand.
"This is what I'm talking about!"
Ichigo quirked a brow.
"This family makes no sense at all! Last year, my father met your mother, and we were suddenly pulled into family outings that take us to places far away from Cario and father looked as happy as he ever did in his life, as if your mother were the first woman he ever dated! Then, he suddenly announces that he's getting remarried and we're suddenly moving to Japan! Oh, I know I know Japanese as much as the next guy, but that doesn't mean I want to start a new life somewhere as if my first meant nothing! And now I suddenly have a step-mother and new relatives!" In mid-rant, he pointed accusingly at Ichigo. "To top it all off, you and your family are suddenly settling so well with mine when we've only became one a few hours ago! This didn't happen on my father's last five marriages so why the sudden change!? I ask you, why!? And Norio treats me as if I'm the plague, Sora drags me everywhere and call's me 'oji-san', and you are acting all nice and you smoke! Smoke!"
Rinji panted heavily, his arms outstretched above him and his eyes half-lidded. Ichigo loomed over him, an expected look on his face.
"What?" Muttered Rinji.
"Better?"
An awkward silence was left then. Rinji sat up after a while, blankly staring at his gold and red-silken robes. His hands dug into the sand before he nodded slowly.
"Y-Yeah," He said, as if a million weights were lifted off him. Ichigo smiled knowingly, blowing out a plume of smoke.
"Good, the shouting helped then. Its bad to hold in all those kind of feelings. For all that its worth, it just messes you up."
Rinji pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his kneecaps.
"How do you know this?" He asked, cocking hid head.
"Well, I want to be a psychiatrist after I finish university in Minato." Said Ichigo, flicking ashes off his cigarette stick. He gave a bright smile. "You'll love it there! Minato is one of the twenty-three Special Wards of Tokyo. Because the trains go almost everywhere, you can go to places like Shibuya, Kita, and even Edogawa! All of the places to see are amazing, Rinji."
"But . . ." Rinji crossed his legs and shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling the smooth material that he kept in one of his pockets. "What if I don't like it? What if . . . No one likes me, for what I am?" He pulled out two feather clips, the small feathers dyed in three layers of white, light blue, and light green dyes, two small strings with black beads connected to them.
"Say, those are antiques you got from father, right?" Asked Ichigo. Rinji nodded, handing them to the older to look over.
"Yeah. He gave them to me after mother had me. Feathers and stones have been passed down under the Kimimura name, as in a symbol of wishing them a well-life and exciting journeys." He blinked as his dark-eyed brother leaned over and pin the feathers near either of his ears, the beads brushing his neck.
"If you say those aren't gonna get people to like you, then my glasses will creep people out more. People are going to think these are cool." Said Ichigo, brushing away stray peach strands from his new brother's forehead.
"How can you be so sure?" Asked Rinji, his hand going to one of the feathers, stoking the soft texture.
"For all that its worth, even one voice can make a person happy," Said Ichigo, standing up and picking up Rinji's shawl and tunic. "Come on, we'll miss the cake cutting if we stay out longer. Today's a day we celebrate."
Rinji's body was languid as he was helped back into his soft clothing. With his fingers looped with his step-brother's, he followed the elder back into the tent.
'For all that it's worth, huh?'
~Yume -Mugen no Kanata - ViViD~
~Do not fear "yume" mugen no kanata ni
(~Do not fear "dreams' without either seeing truths)
Shinjitsu mo uso mo mienai mama de
(Or lies beyond the dreams)
Nanzen'oku no kirameki no shita de
(The flowers sway)
Kaze ni yureru hana wa yurameku~
(To the winds under the billions of glitters~)
First chapter done. Whew, glad to get that idea off my chest. Huh, this'll probably be fun, ne? Well, here's the news about those who want to submit an OC. The sheet will be on my profile, for safety and personal reasons. Have fun with submitting a character. I'll accept them only through review, since that will help me keep track of the characters more easily. Have fun with it, and remember to make your characters unique, creative, true to you, and original! :D I wish you all good luck!
I'll see you all in the next chapter! Read and review, and good December to you all!
This is me saying, Peace!