Musings of a River
Inspired Originally by Miyazaki's "Spirited Away"
Author: LadyRainStarDragon
Disordered Mind
Now, the scroll begins.
Ryu is now lurking in the depths of the lair that he once shared here with his bride, and Ten is reading his new favorite book in one of the spare rooms. My own bride is asleep in our bed, and our child Gawakusa in the nursery, yet I myself can not sleep. So it is that once more I pull out a scroll to write down my thoughts and memories, here in the confines of my bride's office and surrounded by her soothing scent of cherries.
I have found it worrisome to discover that my life and the lives of my own are recorded in various places and not penned by our own hands. Believing that perhaps Ten was only joking about some of the things that he has found on the Internet, I have cajoled the computer to not spit at me long enough to see these stories for myself.
I find myself horror struck. Some of my most intimate moments are out for everyone to view. Some stories I see are nothing that I have experienced thankfully, but the scariest thoughts are perhaps that some of the stories are truly alternate realities, and that someone has followed my second youth, and even mentioned the absolutely horrifying experiences that I have had with the yuna at Aburaya.
Even this new scroll that I start may not be safe. When I return from my business next month, I may just find this first entry. I do not believe that I will tell Chihiro about this, she has so much to worry about without my very real and yet very silly worries.
And to think that on one community I had found my diary on I was called perverted. I don't know whether to agree that yes because of my nature as a dragon and being concerned with fertility I can be VERY perverted by Western standards even though I am VERY repressed as dragons go… or to be insulted… or even amused. Perhaps Ryu and Ten are rubbing off on me, or perhaps I am merely following in the obsessive footsteps of my father.
The night grows short. Although my mind is still reeling, I must go to my mate. It will be long before I can hold her again, or smell her, or taste her honey sweet lips. Something is changing, and I do not know what. She is changing, and it is not her normal waxing and waning of fertility, but something else about her body, as if she is being re-ordered every time she sleeps. No outside force is accomplishing this, of it I am certain. Is it perhaps that I am unknowing having some affect on her? Am I responsible for the coolness with which she regards things now save for our daughter? What is happening to my bride?
In taking her for my own, what have I done?
