A silence sat on the gap in Soujiro's hazed head. Gyenryu, without
hesitation, unleashed a very frightening move that Soujiro never expected
to be used on him. He let out a cry, "This is MY Shun Ten Tatsu!"
Was it the same one Soujiro intended to use for killing Kenshin Himura?
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 13: Mimics, Murmurs and the Lion of Jodraul Kreuss)
Gyenryu dashed faster than Soujiro can and slid the spear into the ground. He landed on the floor without being seen by Soujiro, but he was able to hit Soujiro's shoulder by the force of the spear's base end. The lion was put there for a reason, perhaps it was because it can be used as a two-sided apparatus. Soujiro let out a sharp cry of pain and squirts of blood gushed from his shoulder. Gyenryu went to Soujiro with a much different attitude.
"I say-" Gyenryu started "I thought of all the people, YOU would able to block that. I am sorry, my good man. Modhra taught me that."
By then, pain didn't cloud Soujiro's mind. The fact that he had been mentioning the name Mohdra had been irritating. He asked who Mohdra is or was.
Gyenryu was somehow dubious "You have been in this place for a long time, yet ye of little conscience, the owner of this place is Modhra! Kirashime should have been a more decent name than Mohblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah..."
Soujiro understood only then. Modhra was Dr.Kirashime's first name. Though Gyenryu kept on fussing about the good doctor's name, Soujiro tended to himself. The blood had made him want to spew, but he resisted. This was embarrassing enough for him. The Shun Ten Tatsu he displayed was like Soujiro's only that the force he used on him was greater because of the added moves. If he'd known that was to happen, he could have dodged it by just stepping to his right rather than going backwards.
Gyenryu didn't stop muttering to himself, and all Soujiro heard was 'blahblahblah...'. That was, until he heard him keep uttering the name of a fellow named "Jodraul Kreuss".
He suddenly had the guts to make the grump cease, but it was harsh.
"SUCH IMPUDENCE!! ARE YOU TRYING TO BE A FOOL?! THEN STOP YOUR FOOLISH OUTBURSTS AND LET ME SPEAK MY MIND!!!"
Soujiro liked him a little less at that time and mumbled under his breath "Look who's having the outbursts..."
The sharp pain on his shoulder reminded him of a bright day that anything that came to him was nothing and painless. Then, he had a friend whom he liked her for what she was in her weird sense. Then he remembered nothing at all, as if his memory had been sucked away. He never remembered the rain, nor the cold texture nor the misty-like scent that was then and shall always stay there. To him, it was all a dream, wasn't it?
He relaxed a little after settling on his bed, "I AM sorry my good man. I just don't like being the outspoken. A King's descent is always the rudest."
Sorry said it was alright and that he didn't care. He knew of a man, Houji Sadojima, who had rants and shouts like him. He however wasn't refined after noticing that he'd done that. After all, he was a tactician.
Soujiro excused himself to leave as Gyenryu's eyes were drooping. He allowed him, saying he too needed to be alone to think. Then, he drifted off in his usual horrible sleep.
The garden had been out of his head after he'd been there. It was like he never wanted to explore anything more beautiful than it. It reminded him of Kitsune, for a peculiar reason. No, not to him for he knew the reason why, but to you and I who are reading his thoughts and can't figure what ails him of any sort. The garden was filled with black butterflies and gloomy shades of color on the field. It never occurred to him that it just wasn't a garden. It was like a small, private moor. Heather and marsh surrounded it yet it was alive to the sights of the people who borded his home. That was all.
This autumn morn, it wasn't barren the way it should have been. It was blooming like the springtime flowers and the trees around weren't loosing their leaves. They simply were, well, alive and growing.
(A/N: Beware. This is the part of the chapter where a character with an accent pops out. If you can't understand him with an accent and I can't really put the direct translation for the fun of it, please email me thru my profile so that I can give you a MicrosoftWord version that has plain English. Try to speak as you read the lines where the man has a weird way of saying things. Thank You. Oh, by the way, I've done sketches on the characters. If you want to see them, let me know and I'll be happy to provide you with them.)
A weasel passed him by. It looked like the same one that took his slipper on the day he arrived there and saw... saw... saw someone, he supposes.
He chased after it, knowing that it may lead him to a clue to what his past in this place had been. He can't remember anything other than Kitsune, Taro and Gyenryu. Of course, the dear doctor, but there was nothing else on his mind.
He was lead to a man dressed in ragged Japanese traditional clothing. It was formal in his case, with leather shoes that weren't slippers. A stray slah mark on his nose was swollen and his light brownish hair reflected under the shadows of the sun. The weasel ran up to his shoulders and he gave it an acorn to chew on. He heard the young man, whom seemed around Gyenryu's age or atleast 21or so.
Soujiro walked towards him to greet and be greeted. He wanted to meet this character and know what was his story in the house. The silence of the autumn day was present, and he didn't know what to say.
He was lucky that the man greeted first, "Von Veidermeeshein..."
"Gesundheit?" Soujiro meant as a 'Bless you' to him who seemed to sneeze the words out.
"Neeh! I is not geermin! You is eenglish baa' jhafan clowt'?"
"Pardon? I don't understand what you're saying." Soujiro apologized. The man spoke with is nose and his accent was terrifyingly uncomprehensible. What I tell you now is how Soujiro heard it, rather than what he meant. I can't translate it for you because this is the part where I put laughter in the tale.
"Eeenglish! Eenglish! Jhafan you 'er!!"
Soujiro wanted to so badly burst into laughter. The accent plus the nose-talking was definitely hilarious, and even the expression the man had on his face. Pitiful, the weasel ran off.
"Kiss Me!!! Kiss Me!!!" he shouted.
Soujiro coughed, "I'm a boy, for your information! Even if my hair is longer than yours, there is no reason to beckon me a girl!" He was humiliated by that statement because he looked nothing like a girl in anyway.
"KISS ME!!! KISS ME!!!" he shouted even louder.
Soujiro put his hand over his mouth to cover himself in case the bizarre man went out of control. Taro darted to the European-Russian- Norwegian-whatever man to help.
"Moodre eez not 'eer? Toro Kiss me, voo' ees 'zis?"
Taro grinned and said to Soujiro, "I guess you haven't met Mr.Kreuss. He's a mix and you know.."
"No, I don't know," Soujiro detested "Why is he saying 'kiss me' if he seems to know what a boy looks like? I'm not a girl!! Why I-"
"Calm down, my friend. You see, he's a foreign-"
"I is forees! Forees!" the man interrupted.
"He came somewhere from the north and has a very deep accent. 'Kiss me' is how he says Kirashime. He knows grandad isn't here. He barely remembers my name most of the time, so he calls me Kirashime or 'Kissme'."
Soujiro blushed. He never suspected it had all been a mistake.
"Vell, my neem ees Jodraul(A/N: pronounced as Zhodroll), son of ze familee of Kreuss(A/N: pronounced as Crew). Eef you not meend, I is ask you if Jhafan or Eenglish!"
"Oh, I see. I'm Japanese but I know English well" Soujiro apologized without saying it. Taro left, to the sound of what seems to be another screaming patient. It couldn't be Gyenryu, because this one was a girl's.
"You ees not leevigh 'eer?"
"What?" Soujiro asked. He wasn't used to someone talk that way.
"You ess Jhafanees bot you ess not arond 'eer. I neveer saw you."
Soujiro chuckled, "No, I'm not from around here really. Can't even remember when I was here first."
"Zen you ees forees too! I ess forees from ze north. I vas leevigh in sno' mo'ntains by Valachia. I vas loven' eet zer. Not varm atal. Not 'ery varm."
Soujiro just nodded. He assume though that foris meant stranger in his language or, if he knew, Latin.
"Zey are saying zat zis ees same climat, bot no, zis not!"
He had a long pause but came back with his humorous accent, "Mi papa ees traveloor on fairybots..."
Soujiro indignantly replied, "Your father is a fairy?"
"NO! NO, NO! Me papa ees riding fairybots! Fairybots on vater!"
Soujiro smiled. He meant Ferry boats. He should have known.
"Mi papa bore a voman..."
Soujiro answered with a jeering tone, "Your father was boring?"
"No. You ees meestakin. Mi papa, vell, voman carry me."
"Huh?" he responded this time.
"MI PAPA IMPREGNATED A VOMAN! Zer! You ees understand now, eh!"
Soujiro was close to roar out laughs. It was just too hilarious to talk to him. You would too if you've heard of him speak. Sometimes, he saw steam or wind blow out through his nose. It was just too funny to be kept.
"Mi mama dees of mi and I is fairybot with mi papa. Papa not leek me 'ery much so 'e left mi eer. I vas takin' tests to see eef I is sick. At mi last test, papa left mi and I is to stayin' eer."
That was mean, Soujiro thought. A father would leave his son somewhere in a distant part of the world to just get rid of him. He could have just slayed him. The world was cruel indeed to many people, he thought again. The world was cruel indeed.
"After zat, I vas able to become a leeon..."
"What did you say?" Soujiro asked "By what I heard, I thought you said you become a lion..."
"Zat ees because I can."
Was it the same one Soujiro intended to use for killing Kenshin Himura?
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 13: Mimics, Murmurs and the Lion of Jodraul Kreuss)
Gyenryu dashed faster than Soujiro can and slid the spear into the ground. He landed on the floor without being seen by Soujiro, but he was able to hit Soujiro's shoulder by the force of the spear's base end. The lion was put there for a reason, perhaps it was because it can be used as a two-sided apparatus. Soujiro let out a sharp cry of pain and squirts of blood gushed from his shoulder. Gyenryu went to Soujiro with a much different attitude.
"I say-" Gyenryu started "I thought of all the people, YOU would able to block that. I am sorry, my good man. Modhra taught me that."
By then, pain didn't cloud Soujiro's mind. The fact that he had been mentioning the name Mohdra had been irritating. He asked who Mohdra is or was.
Gyenryu was somehow dubious "You have been in this place for a long time, yet ye of little conscience, the owner of this place is Modhra! Kirashime should have been a more decent name than Mohblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah..."
Soujiro understood only then. Modhra was Dr.Kirashime's first name. Though Gyenryu kept on fussing about the good doctor's name, Soujiro tended to himself. The blood had made him want to spew, but he resisted. This was embarrassing enough for him. The Shun Ten Tatsu he displayed was like Soujiro's only that the force he used on him was greater because of the added moves. If he'd known that was to happen, he could have dodged it by just stepping to his right rather than going backwards.
Gyenryu didn't stop muttering to himself, and all Soujiro heard was 'blahblahblah...'. That was, until he heard him keep uttering the name of a fellow named "Jodraul Kreuss".
He suddenly had the guts to make the grump cease, but it was harsh.
"SUCH IMPUDENCE!! ARE YOU TRYING TO BE A FOOL?! THEN STOP YOUR FOOLISH OUTBURSTS AND LET ME SPEAK MY MIND!!!"
Soujiro liked him a little less at that time and mumbled under his breath "Look who's having the outbursts..."
The sharp pain on his shoulder reminded him of a bright day that anything that came to him was nothing and painless. Then, he had a friend whom he liked her for what she was in her weird sense. Then he remembered nothing at all, as if his memory had been sucked away. He never remembered the rain, nor the cold texture nor the misty-like scent that was then and shall always stay there. To him, it was all a dream, wasn't it?
He relaxed a little after settling on his bed, "I AM sorry my good man. I just don't like being the outspoken. A King's descent is always the rudest."
Sorry said it was alright and that he didn't care. He knew of a man, Houji Sadojima, who had rants and shouts like him. He however wasn't refined after noticing that he'd done that. After all, he was a tactician.
Soujiro excused himself to leave as Gyenryu's eyes were drooping. He allowed him, saying he too needed to be alone to think. Then, he drifted off in his usual horrible sleep.
The garden had been out of his head after he'd been there. It was like he never wanted to explore anything more beautiful than it. It reminded him of Kitsune, for a peculiar reason. No, not to him for he knew the reason why, but to you and I who are reading his thoughts and can't figure what ails him of any sort. The garden was filled with black butterflies and gloomy shades of color on the field. It never occurred to him that it just wasn't a garden. It was like a small, private moor. Heather and marsh surrounded it yet it was alive to the sights of the people who borded his home. That was all.
This autumn morn, it wasn't barren the way it should have been. It was blooming like the springtime flowers and the trees around weren't loosing their leaves. They simply were, well, alive and growing.
(A/N: Beware. This is the part of the chapter where a character with an accent pops out. If you can't understand him with an accent and I can't really put the direct translation for the fun of it, please email me thru my profile so that I can give you a MicrosoftWord version that has plain English. Try to speak as you read the lines where the man has a weird way of saying things. Thank You. Oh, by the way, I've done sketches on the characters. If you want to see them, let me know and I'll be happy to provide you with them.)
A weasel passed him by. It looked like the same one that took his slipper on the day he arrived there and saw... saw... saw someone, he supposes.
He chased after it, knowing that it may lead him to a clue to what his past in this place had been. He can't remember anything other than Kitsune, Taro and Gyenryu. Of course, the dear doctor, but there was nothing else on his mind.
He was lead to a man dressed in ragged Japanese traditional clothing. It was formal in his case, with leather shoes that weren't slippers. A stray slah mark on his nose was swollen and his light brownish hair reflected under the shadows of the sun. The weasel ran up to his shoulders and he gave it an acorn to chew on. He heard the young man, whom seemed around Gyenryu's age or atleast 21or so.
Soujiro walked towards him to greet and be greeted. He wanted to meet this character and know what was his story in the house. The silence of the autumn day was present, and he didn't know what to say.
He was lucky that the man greeted first, "Von Veidermeeshein..."
"Gesundheit?" Soujiro meant as a 'Bless you' to him who seemed to sneeze the words out.
"Neeh! I is not geermin! You is eenglish baa' jhafan clowt'?"
"Pardon? I don't understand what you're saying." Soujiro apologized. The man spoke with is nose and his accent was terrifyingly uncomprehensible. What I tell you now is how Soujiro heard it, rather than what he meant. I can't translate it for you because this is the part where I put laughter in the tale.
"Eeenglish! Eenglish! Jhafan you 'er!!"
Soujiro wanted to so badly burst into laughter. The accent plus the nose-talking was definitely hilarious, and even the expression the man had on his face. Pitiful, the weasel ran off.
"Kiss Me!!! Kiss Me!!!" he shouted.
Soujiro coughed, "I'm a boy, for your information! Even if my hair is longer than yours, there is no reason to beckon me a girl!" He was humiliated by that statement because he looked nothing like a girl in anyway.
"KISS ME!!! KISS ME!!!" he shouted even louder.
Soujiro put his hand over his mouth to cover himself in case the bizarre man went out of control. Taro darted to the European-Russian- Norwegian-whatever man to help.
"Moodre eez not 'eer? Toro Kiss me, voo' ees 'zis?"
Taro grinned and said to Soujiro, "I guess you haven't met Mr.Kreuss. He's a mix and you know.."
"No, I don't know," Soujiro detested "Why is he saying 'kiss me' if he seems to know what a boy looks like? I'm not a girl!! Why I-"
"Calm down, my friend. You see, he's a foreign-"
"I is forees! Forees!" the man interrupted.
"He came somewhere from the north and has a very deep accent. 'Kiss me' is how he says Kirashime. He knows grandad isn't here. He barely remembers my name most of the time, so he calls me Kirashime or 'Kissme'."
Soujiro blushed. He never suspected it had all been a mistake.
"Vell, my neem ees Jodraul(A/N: pronounced as Zhodroll), son of ze familee of Kreuss(A/N: pronounced as Crew). Eef you not meend, I is ask you if Jhafan or Eenglish!"
"Oh, I see. I'm Japanese but I know English well" Soujiro apologized without saying it. Taro left, to the sound of what seems to be another screaming patient. It couldn't be Gyenryu, because this one was a girl's.
"You ees not leevigh 'eer?"
"What?" Soujiro asked. He wasn't used to someone talk that way.
"You ess Jhafanees bot you ess not arond 'eer. I neveer saw you."
Soujiro chuckled, "No, I'm not from around here really. Can't even remember when I was here first."
"Zen you ees forees too! I ess forees from ze north. I vas leevigh in sno' mo'ntains by Valachia. I vas loven' eet zer. Not varm atal. Not 'ery varm."
Soujiro just nodded. He assume though that foris meant stranger in his language or, if he knew, Latin.
"Zey are saying zat zis ees same climat, bot no, zis not!"
He had a long pause but came back with his humorous accent, "Mi papa ees traveloor on fairybots..."
Soujiro indignantly replied, "Your father is a fairy?"
"NO! NO, NO! Me papa ees riding fairybots! Fairybots on vater!"
Soujiro smiled. He meant Ferry boats. He should have known.
"Mi papa bore a voman..."
Soujiro answered with a jeering tone, "Your father was boring?"
"No. You ees meestakin. Mi papa, vell, voman carry me."
"Huh?" he responded this time.
"MI PAPA IMPREGNATED A VOMAN! Zer! You ees understand now, eh!"
Soujiro was close to roar out laughs. It was just too hilarious to talk to him. You would too if you've heard of him speak. Sometimes, he saw steam or wind blow out through his nose. It was just too funny to be kept.
"Mi mama dees of mi and I is fairybot with mi papa. Papa not leek me 'ery much so 'e left mi eer. I vas takin' tests to see eef I is sick. At mi last test, papa left mi and I is to stayin' eer."
That was mean, Soujiro thought. A father would leave his son somewhere in a distant part of the world to just get rid of him. He could have just slayed him. The world was cruel indeed to many people, he thought again. The world was cruel indeed.
"After zat, I vas able to become a leeon..."
"What did you say?" Soujiro asked "By what I heard, I thought you said you become a lion..."
"Zat ees because I can."