By now, you might be wondering why this fanfiction is so aptly named
The Wanderer's Eyes. The clues were given from every chapter but probably
The Unknown. Although The Unknown didn't have much of a clue for you
readers, there was a slight tale told and there you would have guessed one
part of the plot. This chapter, more than the others, give you the most
clues even if it is the shortest chapter. If you examine every detail in
each chapter, you'll find out what may happen in this chapter as you read
on. Thank you for reading this story, (and to sherluck789 for asking about
the title.)
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The hard dagger's edge slid the nerves and the skin on Soujiro's
neck. His blood flowed on the cold marble ground as he felt the agony of
the pain. A dreadful sleep came upon him and the things he hoped on
accomplishing were lost. It is only in a dream he weeps...
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 9: Metagnomy and the Corpse)
Soujiro saw himself lying on top of a cement bed. The images that came into his sight were all gray and lifeless. The trees were no longer green, and the flowers were no longer colorful. The wind carried no sound, yet he felt each instance pass him. Cold winds blew on him.
Birds, crows from what he imagined, flew overhead. Their usual cawing happened, yet still, no sound came. The long grass was damp but the soil was not wet and muddy. He walked on them barefoot as he saw an event take place nearby. About a hundred people gathered in one spot on the field. It was a funeral, for a casket was carried to the center of the field. A Roman priest commenced the ceremony thought everything was set in Japan.
The crowd were mostly composed of young people. Many were dressed in clothing foreign from the Japanese traditional clothes. Soujiro thought it odd that he recognizes a familiar face in the crowd. It was little Soushi.
His appearance was of a six year old. His hazel brown hair shimmered but his grim face was not a sight to see. Tears rolled down his eyes and a bouquet of roses were in his hands. A man had him sitting in his shoulders and a woman beside him also carried flowers. A cross was placed on top of the ebony black casket and it was taken to the hole it was to be buried in. The casket was opened and people lined up to look at the dead person.
Soujiro saw a man with a very dark shade of brown hair with tears in his eyes press his hands on the glass. He looked very much like Taro. Soujiro saw many other people come and take a look at the corpse and cry. The last ones were the three and a young lady dressed in a bride's dress. Soujiro assumed that the bride was Nagi.
He started to hear everything. From the rustling of the grass to the blowing of the wind, the sounds of nature came alive. The tree he hand his hand on also had another by its side. A young lady sat by the tree. His nerves hardened and his hair stood on his skin. The cold weather got to him and he breathed with much force.
"You are not from around here."
Soujiro was startled as the young lady spoke to him without looking at him.
"You're different. You bear power within yourself. A lion without claws but has power, yes, power..."
Soujiro stared at her. She had a familiar face with a slash on her attire. She had many bruises and wounds. Black marks covered some parts of her, and her ear.. It had been cut.
"Y-You..." Soujiro stammered "You're S-sai!"
She shook her head, "Stranger, I-"
She wasn't able to finish her sentence when rain began to fall. Soujiro went closer to the tree to have shelter from it, when he saw that the girl whom he recognized as Sai vanished. He turned back to the people at the funeral. They were all gone except for the gravediggers who were sitting by the casket. They haven't begun and the casket was still open.
Soujiro, having such unbearable curiousity, went over to see the corpse. The images around him were still drab and colorless, like the way our television had been when they were first made. He felt the casket's frozen condition. Words he was unfamiliar with because they were English or Latin or something were inscribed on the bottom portion of the upper case casket. A lion's head was on the middle and on the dead center of the casket, those beings he saw by the door that had wings. He looked at the glass before him.
His eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open. The sound of the wind and rain appeared little by little, and more birds flew overhead. Then, they weren't crows, but rather, eagles and one dove. Soujiro put his hand were his mouth still hung.
It was empty. The casket's glass had the marks of tears and sadness, but inside, no corpse.
Soujiro couldn't help being surprised at this. Why would there be any reason for a huge crowd to gather when there is no one to be mourned for?
One of the gravediggers took a cigarette from his mouth and said, "Somethin' wrong there laddie? I reck'n you look as white as my pappy's beard by the look on your face."
"There... There's no dead body here!"
"Aye," he exclaimed "Oi! This kid think's there's no dead person there! What a joke you kids think of these days!"
"I swear there's nobody in there!" Soujiro pleaded. He WASN'T lying though. In his eyes, there was absolutely no one and/or nothing in the casket.
The gravedigger lazily walked towards Soujiro, who was still white and stunned.
"Look here. See! Whad'ya think I am? Blind?!"
He went back with the other gravediggers and Soujiro coldn't help staring.
He saw something that he'd ever thought he'd see. The trees, the grass, the sky were all turning black as he saw it...
Sai was inside the casket...
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 9: Metagnomy and the Corpse)
Soujiro saw himself lying on top of a cement bed. The images that came into his sight were all gray and lifeless. The trees were no longer green, and the flowers were no longer colorful. The wind carried no sound, yet he felt each instance pass him. Cold winds blew on him.
Birds, crows from what he imagined, flew overhead. Their usual cawing happened, yet still, no sound came. The long grass was damp but the soil was not wet and muddy. He walked on them barefoot as he saw an event take place nearby. About a hundred people gathered in one spot on the field. It was a funeral, for a casket was carried to the center of the field. A Roman priest commenced the ceremony thought everything was set in Japan.
The crowd were mostly composed of young people. Many were dressed in clothing foreign from the Japanese traditional clothes. Soujiro thought it odd that he recognizes a familiar face in the crowd. It was little Soushi.
His appearance was of a six year old. His hazel brown hair shimmered but his grim face was not a sight to see. Tears rolled down his eyes and a bouquet of roses were in his hands. A man had him sitting in his shoulders and a woman beside him also carried flowers. A cross was placed on top of the ebony black casket and it was taken to the hole it was to be buried in. The casket was opened and people lined up to look at the dead person.
Soujiro saw a man with a very dark shade of brown hair with tears in his eyes press his hands on the glass. He looked very much like Taro. Soujiro saw many other people come and take a look at the corpse and cry. The last ones were the three and a young lady dressed in a bride's dress. Soujiro assumed that the bride was Nagi.
He started to hear everything. From the rustling of the grass to the blowing of the wind, the sounds of nature came alive. The tree he hand his hand on also had another by its side. A young lady sat by the tree. His nerves hardened and his hair stood on his skin. The cold weather got to him and he breathed with much force.
"You are not from around here."
Soujiro was startled as the young lady spoke to him without looking at him.
"You're different. You bear power within yourself. A lion without claws but has power, yes, power..."
Soujiro stared at her. She had a familiar face with a slash on her attire. She had many bruises and wounds. Black marks covered some parts of her, and her ear.. It had been cut.
"Y-You..." Soujiro stammered "You're S-sai!"
She shook her head, "Stranger, I-"
She wasn't able to finish her sentence when rain began to fall. Soujiro went closer to the tree to have shelter from it, when he saw that the girl whom he recognized as Sai vanished. He turned back to the people at the funeral. They were all gone except for the gravediggers who were sitting by the casket. They haven't begun and the casket was still open.
Soujiro, having such unbearable curiousity, went over to see the corpse. The images around him were still drab and colorless, like the way our television had been when they were first made. He felt the casket's frozen condition. Words he was unfamiliar with because they were English or Latin or something were inscribed on the bottom portion of the upper case casket. A lion's head was on the middle and on the dead center of the casket, those beings he saw by the door that had wings. He looked at the glass before him.
His eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open. The sound of the wind and rain appeared little by little, and more birds flew overhead. Then, they weren't crows, but rather, eagles and one dove. Soujiro put his hand were his mouth still hung.
It was empty. The casket's glass had the marks of tears and sadness, but inside, no corpse.
Soujiro couldn't help being surprised at this. Why would there be any reason for a huge crowd to gather when there is no one to be mourned for?
One of the gravediggers took a cigarette from his mouth and said, "Somethin' wrong there laddie? I reck'n you look as white as my pappy's beard by the look on your face."
"There... There's no dead body here!"
"Aye," he exclaimed "Oi! This kid think's there's no dead person there! What a joke you kids think of these days!"
"I swear there's nobody in there!" Soujiro pleaded. He WASN'T lying though. In his eyes, there was absolutely no one and/or nothing in the casket.
The gravedigger lazily walked towards Soujiro, who was still white and stunned.
"Look here. See! Whad'ya think I am? Blind?!"
He went back with the other gravediggers and Soujiro coldn't help staring.
He saw something that he'd ever thought he'd see. The trees, the grass, the sky were all turning black as he saw it...
Sai was inside the casket...