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Crimson Tokyo
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 1 - I can't even say your name.
I took off my shirt as I stuck another cigarette between my fingers.
"You did it again," she gravely, yet firmly said to the phone.
"I always smoke, Grandmother." I took another puff as I pushed the sliding door and went onto the balcony like a mad man to the cold winter knowing full-well how sickly I had once been.
I was smiling slightly in spite.
"You know what I mean," she replied. "I don't believe you should be going about this business as you have and I request that you stop."
"If I'm to find the enemy, then I will become him." I calmly retorted as I felt my anger softly flow throughout my body. My stomach was curling and I could feel the nervousness that latently ran through my fingers.
I will become him.
"You are not, I repeat NOT the SAKURAZUKAMORI, SHINTA-SAN."
She didn't scream at me, but the coldness in her voice was just as sufficient.
Tick. Tock. Tick, tock.
The clock on the wall echoed its chiming as I felt an eternity pass through my ears.
I understood why she had become that way. I couldn't blame her-
"I must find him to find my father. I have already stated my reasons, Grandmother." I sighed. "Please let me proceed as I have."
I must proceed as I have.
Then, I added with confidence, "I have never disgraced the Sumeragi name and I don't intend to start now."
"I understand your pain and your anger Shinta-san. But you're going to self-destruct if you follow this path." She sighed in a silent plea. "It is for your own good, Shinta. What you seek may not be what you are looking for-"
She paused and then stopped talking.
Though the countless times she had protested, the closer and closer I had come to finding the one named 'Sakurazukamori', the more she became depressed.
Grandmother was holding something back from me and I knew it. The air was so thick, it would have crystallized in front of me if it could.
"Do as you please," she finally said. But then she said,
"It is not because you are the fourteenth head of this clan, Shinta. I say this for you." Then, she said, "We love you, Shinta. And you know more than anyone how much your father loves you. So, I can say that your father wouldn't want to see you this way."
Why does she always sound like she's going to cry despite her calm demeanor?
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Grandmother."
Click.
I threw the phone onto the couch with all my might as it slipped to the seat.
"I am doing this to find him," I whispered to myself while looking up to the snow flowing down.
Pieces pierced my warm skin and all I could do was shake in anger.
I HATE THE SAKURAZUKAMORI.
To even think this was an accomplishment. To even say that loathed name sprung my anger like a wind to fire.
If this had been the me some time ago, I would have foolishly destroyed a part of Tokyo like the Kamuis had.
But I wasn't like that anymore. All my heart had become burned to ash. And all I could think was to find that assassin that had taken my father.
It was more than revenge...
so much more than hate...
there is no word for my feelings anymore.
Even if it meant becoming a sakurazukamori myself, I would give my blood for it. I have to pretend to become the enemy.
Think like him.
Find his 'projects'.
Look like him.
Wear the dark, long trenchcoat marked with the scent and stain of blood.
Act like him.
Smile like everything's a game. Laughing inwardly at humanity in mockery.
Become him.
Become the devil. Become the cruel, yet handsome bastard in human form.
Seething through my teeth, I remembered the day that grandmother had called for me and secured my fate forever...
"Shinta-sama! Shinta-sama!" a servant had called out to me.
"Yes?" I came running as soon as I entered into the house after completing another 'job'.
"Your grandmother requests your presence."
I nodded my head and thanked her.
In my white priestess outfit, I hurried towards the room where grandmother was. As soon as I was at the door, a feeling of fear came over me.
The windchime outside had rung and I felt a cold breeze blow through my sweaty back like a chill running down my body.
"I am here, grandmother."
"Come in, Shinta-san."
"Hai." I opened the screen door and closed it behind me. Kneeling before her, I sat there silently with much qualm seizing my whole body violently.
I remember distinctly that she wouldn't even look at me. The woman who would never have me look away from her face while she scolded me.
That was it. That was the indicator that this had been worse than the time father had 'changed'.
"Shinta-san, I don't know how to say this to you."
I pointed my eyes downward.
"Your father is dead."
It rang through my ears repeatedly and I couldn't even swallow the idea.
I took a deep breath, but at that moment, I felt like the world had fallen down on me. My eyes blankly looked up to my grandmother. "You're kidding, grandmother. That's right, you've done this before. And I cried so hard that when father came out from a closet, I cried even more to see him."
She averted her eyes and looked elsewhere while trying not to cry.
"I'm sorry, Shinta-san. He was killed by the Sakurazukamori."
I started to laugh to myself.
I started to laugh aloud. Then, I shook my head.
I had scared my grandmother. I was even freaking myself out. Staring out as if this weren't me.
"But his aura isn't gone, grandmother," I stated flatly. "I still feel-"
She came closer to me as she wrapped her arms around me.
I blinked my eyes while feeling limp all over.
Itcouldn'tbeitcouldn'tbeitcouldn'tbeitcouldn'tbeitcouldn'tbe...
He...he was just...
I...We...
I...
Though my heart was beating fast and I was about to stop breathing, I held firm.
If there was something I had learned from my household, it was to act like nothing bothered you. If you didn't learn to discipline yourself and your emotions, you couldn't be a 'user'.
I then whispered to her ear, "I am going to Tokyo."
"You are not going."
I'm sorry but you'll have to lose me too, Grandmother...
"Yes I am."
Lose me to that abyss called Tokyo marred with blood...
She let go as she stared me hard in the face. "Do as you please."
Then, she turned around and didn't look at me anymore.
My grandmother knew that once I had my mind set up, I wouldn't let this thing go...
even if it would lead to my own death.
I got up. "Excuse me."
"You are taking the same path as your father, Shinta-san. Remember that. I warned you not to and yet you do not listen to me."
"I love my father." I then bowed my head and opened the door to leave.
"I'll be leaving now, grandmother."
I stepped out and walked out near the pond. I looked up to the sky that was crying that night.
"That's right. I love you..."
Subaru.
I can't even say your name.
To be continued.
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Author's note: Oohhh my my my.... * drools over descriptions of what it is to become the sakurazukamori *
This is kind of hot for me.
Thanks for your support so far!!!! I dedicate this to you, Kurusu and Kurai!
Crimson Tokyo
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 1 - I can't even say your name.
I took off my shirt as I stuck another cigarette between my fingers.
"You did it again," she gravely, yet firmly said to the phone.
"I always smoke, Grandmother." I took another puff as I pushed the sliding door and went onto the balcony like a mad man to the cold winter knowing full-well how sickly I had once been.
I was smiling slightly in spite.
"You know what I mean," she replied. "I don't believe you should be going about this business as you have and I request that you stop."
"If I'm to find the enemy, then I will become him." I calmly retorted as I felt my anger softly flow throughout my body. My stomach was curling and I could feel the nervousness that latently ran through my fingers.
I will become him.
"You are not, I repeat NOT the SAKURAZUKAMORI, SHINTA-SAN."
She didn't scream at me, but the coldness in her voice was just as sufficient.
Tick. Tock. Tick, tock.
The clock on the wall echoed its chiming as I felt an eternity pass through my ears.
I understood why she had become that way. I couldn't blame her-
"I must find him to find my father. I have already stated my reasons, Grandmother." I sighed. "Please let me proceed as I have."
I must proceed as I have.
Then, I added with confidence, "I have never disgraced the Sumeragi name and I don't intend to start now."
"I understand your pain and your anger Shinta-san. But you're going to self-destruct if you follow this path." She sighed in a silent plea. "It is for your own good, Shinta. What you seek may not be what you are looking for-"
She paused and then stopped talking.
Though the countless times she had protested, the closer and closer I had come to finding the one named 'Sakurazukamori', the more she became depressed.
Grandmother was holding something back from me and I knew it. The air was so thick, it would have crystallized in front of me if it could.
"Do as you please," she finally said. But then she said,
"It is not because you are the fourteenth head of this clan, Shinta. I say this for you." Then, she said, "We love you, Shinta. And you know more than anyone how much your father loves you. So, I can say that your father wouldn't want to see you this way."
Why does she always sound like she's going to cry despite her calm demeanor?
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Grandmother."
Click.
I threw the phone onto the couch with all my might as it slipped to the seat.
"I am doing this to find him," I whispered to myself while looking up to the snow flowing down.
Pieces pierced my warm skin and all I could do was shake in anger.
I HATE THE SAKURAZUKAMORI.
To even think this was an accomplishment. To even say that loathed name sprung my anger like a wind to fire.
If this had been the me some time ago, I would have foolishly destroyed a part of Tokyo like the Kamuis had.
But I wasn't like that anymore. All my heart had become burned to ash. And all I could think was to find that assassin that had taken my father.
It was more than revenge...
so much more than hate...
there is no word for my feelings anymore.
Even if it meant becoming a sakurazukamori myself, I would give my blood for it. I have to pretend to become the enemy.
Think like him.
Find his 'projects'.
Look like him.
Wear the dark, long trenchcoat marked with the scent and stain of blood.
Act like him.
Smile like everything's a game. Laughing inwardly at humanity in mockery.
Become him.
Become the devil. Become the cruel, yet handsome bastard in human form.
Seething through my teeth, I remembered the day that grandmother had called for me and secured my fate forever...
"Shinta-sama! Shinta-sama!" a servant had called out to me.
"Yes?" I came running as soon as I entered into the house after completing another 'job'.
"Your grandmother requests your presence."
I nodded my head and thanked her.
In my white priestess outfit, I hurried towards the room where grandmother was. As soon as I was at the door, a feeling of fear came over me.
The windchime outside had rung and I felt a cold breeze blow through my sweaty back like a chill running down my body.
"I am here, grandmother."
"Come in, Shinta-san."
"Hai." I opened the screen door and closed it behind me. Kneeling before her, I sat there silently with much qualm seizing my whole body violently.
I remember distinctly that she wouldn't even look at me. The woman who would never have me look away from her face while she scolded me.
That was it. That was the indicator that this had been worse than the time father had 'changed'.
"Shinta-san, I don't know how to say this to you."
I pointed my eyes downward.
"Your father is dead."
It rang through my ears repeatedly and I couldn't even swallow the idea.
I took a deep breath, but at that moment, I felt like the world had fallen down on me. My eyes blankly looked up to my grandmother. "You're kidding, grandmother. That's right, you've done this before. And I cried so hard that when father came out from a closet, I cried even more to see him."
She averted her eyes and looked elsewhere while trying not to cry.
"I'm sorry, Shinta-san. He was killed by the Sakurazukamori."
I started to laugh to myself.
I started to laugh aloud. Then, I shook my head.
I had scared my grandmother. I was even freaking myself out. Staring out as if this weren't me.
"But his aura isn't gone, grandmother," I stated flatly. "I still feel-"
She came closer to me as she wrapped her arms around me.
I blinked my eyes while feeling limp all over.
Itcouldn'tbeitcouldn'tbeitcouldn'tbeitcouldn'tbeitcouldn'tbe...
He...he was just...
I...We...
I...
Though my heart was beating fast and I was about to stop breathing, I held firm.
If there was something I had learned from my household, it was to act like nothing bothered you. If you didn't learn to discipline yourself and your emotions, you couldn't be a 'user'.
I then whispered to her ear, "I am going to Tokyo."
"You are not going."
I'm sorry but you'll have to lose me too, Grandmother...
"Yes I am."
Lose me to that abyss called Tokyo marred with blood...
She let go as she stared me hard in the face. "Do as you please."
Then, she turned around and didn't look at me anymore.
My grandmother knew that once I had my mind set up, I wouldn't let this thing go...
even if it would lead to my own death.
I got up. "Excuse me."
"You are taking the same path as your father, Shinta-san. Remember that. I warned you not to and yet you do not listen to me."
"I love my father." I then bowed my head and opened the door to leave.
"I'll be leaving now, grandmother."
I stepped out and walked out near the pond. I looked up to the sky that was crying that night.
"That's right. I love you..."
Subaru.
I can't even say your name.
To be continued.
--
Author's note: Oohhh my my my.... * drools over descriptions of what it is to become the sakurazukamori *
This is kind of hot for me.
Thanks for your support so far!!!! I dedicate this to you, Kurusu and Kurai!
