Ok, this is a short fanfic I've had around for a bit, but i couldn't find the right location for this anime ( i was looking for "Laputa", completely forgot about "Castle in the Sky" More so since i first heard about it by its Chinese name, which literally translates into the latter). It's just a short piece from the persepctive of an admirier of Pazu. Set post-anime.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Studio Ghibli/or the owners and directors associated with it.
Please R&R!
I remember the first time I saw you. You were a new boy in the village, and came with your mother only. You weren't particularly handsome or nice or anything, just a simple, ordinary boy.
I remember how you didn't really play with the other kids much. When the other boys would huddle and talk about how much of the mines their fathers had shown them, you would be lying in the field, staring off into empty space and muttering something about a place called "Laputa".
I remember how the plague arrived shortly after you did, and took your mother with it. People called you a "curse" and a "bad omen", and said that it was a good thing that you were now living at the top of the tower, waking the village up everyday but not living in it.
I remember how you encouraged me not to give up when the other girls laughed at my dream of becoming a dancer. Did the other boys laugh at your dream of being an explorer too?
I remember the time you covered for me when I damaged one of the boiler-pipes, and your boss was furious with you. I have always wondered why you did that when the other boys would have told on me straightaway.
I remember the time that I got lost, and you were the one who found me. You didn't scold me like the adults and boys would have, and instead hugged me and told me that it was alright.
I still remember the time I told my mother that I liked you. She was so angry that she'd beaten me with her rolling pin, and from then on gave me so many chores that I barely had the time to see you anymore.
I remember the last time that I was able to talk to you before you left was the night you brought "her". She was unconscious, and you explained how she had fallen from the sky. If it was any other boy, I wouldn't have believed it.
Now as I look at you, I realise that we were never meant to be. As I see you take your hand in hers, and the way you look at her, I see that you have found your princess at last.
For a moment, I am jealous that she took you away. But it does make me wonder; is there a prince out there too, just waiting to fall out of the sky for me?
