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Yami no Matsuei fic by Elise
Originally posted June 20, 2005 in my writing blog.
I do not own Yami no Matsuei. Consider this borrowing.
So. I've decided to attempt to write more. Even if it's only a short drabble. Which I'm actually fond of, for some reason. Must be the short attention span. To further this goal, I am issuing challenges to myself. I have a big list of writing prompts and such printed out somewhere, but it's in the abyss currently known as my room. Instead, I will ask Winamp-san to help. Ie. I stick all my music on random and hit the Next button, and let that inspire me.
Here goes nothing.
Kurikara looked down at the scene below him. Tenku from above still stirred his heart and made a small smile touch his lips, even with all the baggage the place was accumulating in his memories. The beautiful Forbidden Palace of China was a pale imitation of Tenku's grounds, a shadow of the Gensoukai's jewel.
Long ago, in his barren desert prison, he'd dreamed of when he'd be able to see this sight again. Even longer before that, he'd enjoyed this same view, levitating above and watching the people, friends, family, and mere acquaintances, scrambling about like ants below him.
His body had been the same almost-chubby child's form. His hair had been longer, though, before he'd shorn it off, limiting his draconic powers. His smile back then had been a little truer, a touch broader. His hands had been less calloused from carrying a sword, and far less covered with blood. His eyes unclouded...
His right eye had been open, unscarred, still fuctional, back then. He was thinking of a time very long ago.
Below him, Kurikara could see, with his good left eye and his honed warrior's senses, all the people walking around. That red form was surely the Phoenix Suzaku, energetic and strong and sensual. That white one Byakko the Tiger-God, napping in the sun. That black one, broody Touda. The pale gold, Rikugo with his six all-seeing eyes. The rich sapphire, Souryu.
The little dragon turned away. Tenku didn't change. It was a constant, reassuring palace in a shifting world.
The one that had changed beyond repair was him.