disclaimer: yeah, I know you know... but you know, I have to put it here so
the copyright owners know that I know that you have to know that the chars
don't belong to me although you already know that I don't own anything in
her but the plot. I mean, who wouldn't know?
;)
This is a sort of sequel to "be mine" but you can read it by itself, but you already knew that ;)
Yoko put the photo back into the drawer, her hands trembling as she did so. Her heart aching as she did so. She longed for that image to become, not the happiness of a fragile moment, but a reality of eternal life. She longed for the man she loved to love her back.
The drawer shut itself and the dreamy image was taken in the darkness of its insides. Eaten as the hope in her heart by the powerful jaws of her other self, the great serpent Hoashio...
Her hands grabbed the vase on her bedside table, a vase Yakumo won at the fair and had given to her and not to Pai, but he had already given the panda to Pai! She flung the vase at the wall, it's shattering not even equalling that of her broken heart, broken in a myriad of tiny pieces never to be repeared by the gifted hands of the right crafter. Yakumo...
Hot, salty tears burned her face. Tears of shame and disillutionment. This wasn't fair! She had too had been the Pai Ayanokoji that Yakumo had first met. She too had defeated Benares a first time. And she too had kissed him on that in that fatal battel. The fatal battel that had separated her from the sanjiyan, from Pai, that had made her Yoko Ayanokoji, the giant serpent, the monster never to be loved for what she is, because of what she is. Instead, her sweet, beloved Yakumo would always be chained to an immortal who half the time called him a jerk as she searched for her beloved Shiva!
And her, Yoko, Hoashio, whoevere...she would have no more meaning in life than soothing her Highness Parvati's sore muscles, smiling happily and carelessly, not showing the pain and void in the heart she did have and that was being shattered as she watched Yakumo and Pai kiss in the sunset.
:) Oh, boy! I never wrote this kind of sad mini-stories before "Be mine" I wasn't expecting anyone to like it. I'm glad :D Who do you think I should write about next? I'm liking these angsty things!
This is a sort of sequel to "be mine" but you can read it by itself, but you already knew that ;)
Yoko put the photo back into the drawer, her hands trembling as she did so. Her heart aching as she did so. She longed for that image to become, not the happiness of a fragile moment, but a reality of eternal life. She longed for the man she loved to love her back.
The drawer shut itself and the dreamy image was taken in the darkness of its insides. Eaten as the hope in her heart by the powerful jaws of her other self, the great serpent Hoashio...
Her hands grabbed the vase on her bedside table, a vase Yakumo won at the fair and had given to her and not to Pai, but he had already given the panda to Pai! She flung the vase at the wall, it's shattering not even equalling that of her broken heart, broken in a myriad of tiny pieces never to be repeared by the gifted hands of the right crafter. Yakumo...
Hot, salty tears burned her face. Tears of shame and disillutionment. This wasn't fair! She had too had been the Pai Ayanokoji that Yakumo had first met. She too had defeated Benares a first time. And she too had kissed him on that in that fatal battel. The fatal battel that had separated her from the sanjiyan, from Pai, that had made her Yoko Ayanokoji, the giant serpent, the monster never to be loved for what she is, because of what she is. Instead, her sweet, beloved Yakumo would always be chained to an immortal who half the time called him a jerk as she searched for her beloved Shiva!
And her, Yoko, Hoashio, whoevere...she would have no more meaning in life than soothing her Highness Parvati's sore muscles, smiling happily and carelessly, not showing the pain and void in the heart she did have and that was being shattered as she watched Yakumo and Pai kiss in the sunset.
:) Oh, boy! I never wrote this kind of sad mini-stories before "Be mine" I wasn't expecting anyone to like it. I'm glad :D Who do you think I should write about next? I'm liking these angsty things!