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For the passing days
And memories frozen;
In silence
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Chapter 1-
The water in the stream was stirring; the clear liquid shimmering, and satinlike ripples and bubbles emerging... He stared into it, fascinated. Rooted to the spot... transfixed by the silent drama of light and shadow in the flowing waters.
Silver scales flashed in the rays of the setting sun; rays which penetrated through the verdant leaves of the tree behind him. A salubrious breeze swayed its branches, and whipped his hair about. He nonchalantly brushed the strands away from his face, still sitting by the water's edge. And he stared at the water's surface. Red eyes dully stared back, red eyes on a passive face, to match the red hair being blown by the breeze. And of course, he thought monotonously, a red sun to match.
Great.
Great, of course, was how his life was not these days. Had it ever been, after all? And, he sifted through his memories; something he had not done, for... practically ages. Impulsive as he was, and only caring for the present... now, he paused to search for a memory... perhaps, a happy childhood memory...
The sky's sunset radiance of red and gold now slowly faded into a somber periwinkle blue; much like autumn, which gives way to winter... he shook his head. Why must he always be reminded of that?
Somewhere, a star began to make itself visible...
The breeze grew from cool to chilly, and yet Kyou remained where he sat. Thinking. Searching. The Sohma family would have been surprised, perhaps, to see him in such a thoughtful state. He smiled dryly. They would be surprised. Who would have guessed? The baka neko is capable of thinking... the thought, even in his mind, dripped with sarcasm.
Yes, it had always been so. From the very beginning- hell, from the moment he was born. Kyou Sohma. The cat. The beast. The idiot. The hated one, the black sheep of the family, the outcast... the outcast. The outcast who was always defeated by.... Yuki. Of course.
Ironic, isn't it? How ironic... For the cat to be defeated by a rat, and not just once- but always. The words echoed bitterly in his thoughts, casting an angry blaze into his eyes. And... why? All his life, he had wondered why. Why he had been chosen to play this role in the grand scheme of things. It was a role he that he hated, he rebelled and struggled against it- that was why he trained so hard. He trained everyday, just to fight Yuki and win. And then he could prove that he was the one controlling his fate.
A hot prickling sensation stung at the back of his eyes. No, he thought, I will not. I have never…
But what if it was futile?
What if fate was the one controlling him?
For the passing days
And memories frozen;
In silence
***
Chapter 1-
The water in the stream was stirring; the clear liquid shimmering, and satinlike ripples and bubbles emerging... He stared into it, fascinated. Rooted to the spot... transfixed by the silent drama of light and shadow in the flowing waters.
Silver scales flashed in the rays of the setting sun; rays which penetrated through the verdant leaves of the tree behind him. A salubrious breeze swayed its branches, and whipped his hair about. He nonchalantly brushed the strands away from his face, still sitting by the water's edge. And he stared at the water's surface. Red eyes dully stared back, red eyes on a passive face, to match the red hair being blown by the breeze. And of course, he thought monotonously, a red sun to match.
Great.
Great, of course, was how his life was not these days. Had it ever been, after all? And, he sifted through his memories; something he had not done, for... practically ages. Impulsive as he was, and only caring for the present... now, he paused to search for a memory... perhaps, a happy childhood memory...
The sky's sunset radiance of red and gold now slowly faded into a somber periwinkle blue; much like autumn, which gives way to winter... he shook his head. Why must he always be reminded of that?
Somewhere, a star began to make itself visible...
The breeze grew from cool to chilly, and yet Kyou remained where he sat. Thinking. Searching. The Sohma family would have been surprised, perhaps, to see him in such a thoughtful state. He smiled dryly. They would be surprised. Who would have guessed? The baka neko is capable of thinking... the thought, even in his mind, dripped with sarcasm.
Yes, it had always been so. From the very beginning- hell, from the moment he was born. Kyou Sohma. The cat. The beast. The idiot. The hated one, the black sheep of the family, the outcast... the outcast. The outcast who was always defeated by.... Yuki. Of course.
Ironic, isn't it? How ironic... For the cat to be defeated by a rat, and not just once- but always. The words echoed bitterly in his thoughts, casting an angry blaze into his eyes. And... why? All his life, he had wondered why. Why he had been chosen to play this role in the grand scheme of things. It was a role he that he hated, he rebelled and struggled against it- that was why he trained so hard. He trained everyday, just to fight Yuki and win. And then he could prove that he was the one controlling his fate.
A hot prickling sensation stung at the back of his eyes. No, he thought, I will not. I have never…
But what if it was futile?
What if fate was the one controlling him?
