A/N: I guess really now you would often find me having a note in every
chapter. I'm still under writer's block (which I say has been here for a
month or more) and I've got a test tomorrow. I have scanned three pictures
already (sadly, I have not depicted two characters yet, Nagi and Modhra).
Does anyone know how to place pictures in their files because I've seen it
before in fanfiction.net It would really help!
An eerie silence made possible of the pouring of the hearts. Soujiro said all that he wanted to say, but it appears there was something that had begun.
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 20: Sleuth of no Sloth)
"You. If you were only alive, I could have loved you without any feeling of pity."
The wind blew strong, and the voice of his echoed, echoed through the darkness of the night. She looked even more cold than she was, a cynic and skeptic daze.
"No," Her lips uttered as she pushed him away, "You do not love me. You love someone better; and I agree to that match."
Every word she said was true. He did not love her at all, but his heart was with emotions and care for another. Someone in that very same place.
He spoke, "I do. You know. I still love you though. I love you as the sister I've never had and as the sister I wished as a child. That, Nagi- chan. That is something worth hearing of."
Her face didn't change one bit. He saw in her something he assumed not. She wasn't sorrowful or angry. She was glad.
It was just like another the next day. She left him awhile to nurse for his brother, just so that Taro would not blame himself if ever Soushi had died earlier than what he thought. Soujiro felt like he wanted to take a stroll in the garden he had so happily taken for granted before. Today, as I have said, was like any other; but today one thing stood out that it seems everyone- and everything- in the house was celebrating. Modhra Kirashime, the acclaimed doctor/healer, is to come back from the city where urgent matter befell. Soujiro was just as excited to see him again. He even took wonder at what he might look like, since he had been unconscious always when he was there. He was sure the three children were as happy as he was. He only fretted that they would leave and he was in solitary with the material world again. He did not want that, not at all.
It was good news, when it came to him, to hear that they were to stay. In voting amongst them, two decided to stay. As we all have guessed (and so did Soujiro), it was the two boys that wished to stay in the country with their sickly friends. Boten, gloomily, walked about the area like a bee had stung her. No, she wasn't screaming hysterically as she would have done if that did happen, but she stamped her feet wildly on the ground and moaned in utter discontentment.
He saw her shadows passing the rose bushes along the door where the carvings of strange but delightful creatures lay. There too, the griffins had their arms raised like they were bowing to a great king. A great king, indeed.
He went on his way back to the front where he saw Chiriko and a friend smaller than him played a good game of marbles. He too saw Taro, dressed properly like the way Soujiro had seen at their first meeting, in English clothes and waistcoats beyond goodness. He held a cup that looked like one from Gyenryu's cupboard, full of the images of lions and griffins in a silver lining. The smell of his drink could not be failed to recognize as the drink Gyen had once named "a cup of joe" where everyone but Nagi and Soushi liked. Taro drank it merrily while he watched his brother make a mess of his nice clothes.
Boten came around and that was the only time Soujiro noticed her bright green gown. It shined inhumanly that it was less likely to be seen worn by anyone else. Her neck was clad with pearls and gems. He wished not count the many trinkets that her wrist had and the abuse of gold in her eyewear. She was more of a princess than when he first saw her, like a nurse in battle. She twirled her hair about and fixed her glasses a little to suit her nose that was a little off-center.
The noises of wheels on a carriage dropped near their premises. It halted, and the door opened with a most ravishing sound. The three siblings stood petrified. Soujiro too was the same.
From where he stood, he could make out a shoe rather than a sandal. Long trousers soon followed and he found out that it was not Dr.Kirashime yet. It was the children's father. After him, he saw one that he longed to see for the many weeks. It was Dr.Kirashime.
"Great Jove! What manners do any of you have?"
"Oh! Hello father!" Greeted the eldest, Taro.
He blessed his father's hand and the two followed him like little lambs and a shepherd. They, then, went up to their grandfather and hugged him and kissed him. He took Chiriko by the limbs and lifted him high.
"My how you've grown in soo little time! What about you dear? I see you're more charming than ever! Taro, my boy, what news has here?"
Taro snickered, "You are awfully full, granddad. Let us dine first before we engage in this sort of matter. See who is here to see you as well."
Kirashime turned to look at the other side. It was Soujiro, bowing with respect.
"My, it has been long since you and I met, dear friend."
They entered in. This time of the day suggested an early dinner. It was clearly 4 o' clock, but it didn't matter what time they were to have supper. The table had been set by strong patients willing enough to lend their time and effort. It had been filled with the scent of roast beef and rice pudding. A large helping of tempura with sushi had been placed, and sake was on their goblets, except for Chiriko, who was not allowed to drink though he wilt it be, and Boten, who refused to even look at the exquisite Japanese food but the Roast.
Their plates were being served with these things, although Boten served her piece of the roast just so she never had any "Japanese germs".
"Dear Meree and Podoka! How I missed you both. You too Yenbi!"
The conversation was inapplicable to Soujiro's knowledge. They talked of distant relatives and of the economy. They also talked of what happened in the city, that a parent blamed him for the death of her child in his care. Taro did not hesitate to tell him about Soushi's condition, but that part had been thrown off when Boten told them how she handled with much care the child who was sick with meningitis. Kirashime did not hear any more of Soushi because of it. Taro had forgotten within it about his ordeal, but did start the talk about the past deaths in their home.
"It is odd, father, how that does to you. I can't believe that soo many children died with a severity in their bodies. Mutilation, I say! What in the dickens do the killers plan on next?! Horse manure in their mouths!"
"It was of nobody's fault, my son," He said with his endowed voice for persuasion, "It was most likely the work of a deranged man who thought it was better to rid of their sufferings through death. I can't blame him. They are just soo pitiful."
"It's just strange the way their bodies were torn apart and gnawed like those from a beast! IT can't be done by anyone human!"
Soujiro's eyes brightened. He knew who had killed those children (A/N: It was my fault that I didn't mention boys were of the same predicament). It was Jodraul, but he dared not mention it. He might be mistaken for a crazy person. It was undeniable. Who could have been biting these people as food? Why could anything else but her lie be that Sai, Nagi and other souls he wished not see remain to haunt them? Yes, only one could have done this.
The doctor replied with much faith, "No, my son. It is just like what is happening in the west. Jack the Ripper, I heard, did the same; and he was merely human."
As strong as Soujiro's belief that Jodraul Kreuss had something to do with this, he began to suspect two of the most unlikely people to be in the case. Modhra Kirashime, himself, and Kitsune the Witch. The two has the same view of madness that struck in him a violent and malevolent side. Nobody else could have thought of them first. Then, that means they must have known of Jodraul's power and knew he can take blame for such mutilations. Only thing is, who was it among the two?
The conversations of that stayed alive in their discussion. Soujiro closed his ears inside trying not to listen, and didn't have the strength to eat the piece de resistance, a cake made of purely sweet chocolate and sweetmeats. Soujiro didn't stomach either the glorious "Horremn", an ice cream like dessert in their time that tasted unbearably sweet and very delicious. The thought of him seeing in his mind that this benevolent doctor had not only brutally murdered children, but also took parts of their organs as well was sickening and did not seem right. The problem he had then was that if he didn't know who was to blame, the souls (or maybe just soul because he looked as if he only pitied ONE PERSON) were left in the far side of justice. Something must be done.
It was not obvious at first that his task was to find who killed the innocents. It was the reason the exquisite being there led him to a place where he knew only so little of (Remember, Modhra was his old acquaintance). It was a huge responsibility, but someone must do it.
An eerie silence made possible of the pouring of the hearts. Soujiro said all that he wanted to say, but it appears there was something that had begun.
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 20: Sleuth of no Sloth)
"You. If you were only alive, I could have loved you without any feeling of pity."
The wind blew strong, and the voice of his echoed, echoed through the darkness of the night. She looked even more cold than she was, a cynic and skeptic daze.
"No," Her lips uttered as she pushed him away, "You do not love me. You love someone better; and I agree to that match."
Every word she said was true. He did not love her at all, but his heart was with emotions and care for another. Someone in that very same place.
He spoke, "I do. You know. I still love you though. I love you as the sister I've never had and as the sister I wished as a child. That, Nagi- chan. That is something worth hearing of."
Her face didn't change one bit. He saw in her something he assumed not. She wasn't sorrowful or angry. She was glad.
It was just like another the next day. She left him awhile to nurse for his brother, just so that Taro would not blame himself if ever Soushi had died earlier than what he thought. Soujiro felt like he wanted to take a stroll in the garden he had so happily taken for granted before. Today, as I have said, was like any other; but today one thing stood out that it seems everyone- and everything- in the house was celebrating. Modhra Kirashime, the acclaimed doctor/healer, is to come back from the city where urgent matter befell. Soujiro was just as excited to see him again. He even took wonder at what he might look like, since he had been unconscious always when he was there. He was sure the three children were as happy as he was. He only fretted that they would leave and he was in solitary with the material world again. He did not want that, not at all.
It was good news, when it came to him, to hear that they were to stay. In voting amongst them, two decided to stay. As we all have guessed (and so did Soujiro), it was the two boys that wished to stay in the country with their sickly friends. Boten, gloomily, walked about the area like a bee had stung her. No, she wasn't screaming hysterically as she would have done if that did happen, but she stamped her feet wildly on the ground and moaned in utter discontentment.
He saw her shadows passing the rose bushes along the door where the carvings of strange but delightful creatures lay. There too, the griffins had their arms raised like they were bowing to a great king. A great king, indeed.
He went on his way back to the front where he saw Chiriko and a friend smaller than him played a good game of marbles. He too saw Taro, dressed properly like the way Soujiro had seen at their first meeting, in English clothes and waistcoats beyond goodness. He held a cup that looked like one from Gyenryu's cupboard, full of the images of lions and griffins in a silver lining. The smell of his drink could not be failed to recognize as the drink Gyen had once named "a cup of joe" where everyone but Nagi and Soushi liked. Taro drank it merrily while he watched his brother make a mess of his nice clothes.
Boten came around and that was the only time Soujiro noticed her bright green gown. It shined inhumanly that it was less likely to be seen worn by anyone else. Her neck was clad with pearls and gems. He wished not count the many trinkets that her wrist had and the abuse of gold in her eyewear. She was more of a princess than when he first saw her, like a nurse in battle. She twirled her hair about and fixed her glasses a little to suit her nose that was a little off-center.
The noises of wheels on a carriage dropped near their premises. It halted, and the door opened with a most ravishing sound. The three siblings stood petrified. Soujiro too was the same.
From where he stood, he could make out a shoe rather than a sandal. Long trousers soon followed and he found out that it was not Dr.Kirashime yet. It was the children's father. After him, he saw one that he longed to see for the many weeks. It was Dr.Kirashime.
"Great Jove! What manners do any of you have?"
"Oh! Hello father!" Greeted the eldest, Taro.
He blessed his father's hand and the two followed him like little lambs and a shepherd. They, then, went up to their grandfather and hugged him and kissed him. He took Chiriko by the limbs and lifted him high.
"My how you've grown in soo little time! What about you dear? I see you're more charming than ever! Taro, my boy, what news has here?"
Taro snickered, "You are awfully full, granddad. Let us dine first before we engage in this sort of matter. See who is here to see you as well."
Kirashime turned to look at the other side. It was Soujiro, bowing with respect.
"My, it has been long since you and I met, dear friend."
They entered in. This time of the day suggested an early dinner. It was clearly 4 o' clock, but it didn't matter what time they were to have supper. The table had been set by strong patients willing enough to lend their time and effort. It had been filled with the scent of roast beef and rice pudding. A large helping of tempura with sushi had been placed, and sake was on their goblets, except for Chiriko, who was not allowed to drink though he wilt it be, and Boten, who refused to even look at the exquisite Japanese food but the Roast.
Their plates were being served with these things, although Boten served her piece of the roast just so she never had any "Japanese germs".
"Dear Meree and Podoka! How I missed you both. You too Yenbi!"
The conversation was inapplicable to Soujiro's knowledge. They talked of distant relatives and of the economy. They also talked of what happened in the city, that a parent blamed him for the death of her child in his care. Taro did not hesitate to tell him about Soushi's condition, but that part had been thrown off when Boten told them how she handled with much care the child who was sick with meningitis. Kirashime did not hear any more of Soushi because of it. Taro had forgotten within it about his ordeal, but did start the talk about the past deaths in their home.
"It is odd, father, how that does to you. I can't believe that soo many children died with a severity in their bodies. Mutilation, I say! What in the dickens do the killers plan on next?! Horse manure in their mouths!"
"It was of nobody's fault, my son," He said with his endowed voice for persuasion, "It was most likely the work of a deranged man who thought it was better to rid of their sufferings through death. I can't blame him. They are just soo pitiful."
"It's just strange the way their bodies were torn apart and gnawed like those from a beast! IT can't be done by anyone human!"
Soujiro's eyes brightened. He knew who had killed those children (A/N: It was my fault that I didn't mention boys were of the same predicament). It was Jodraul, but he dared not mention it. He might be mistaken for a crazy person. It was undeniable. Who could have been biting these people as food? Why could anything else but her lie be that Sai, Nagi and other souls he wished not see remain to haunt them? Yes, only one could have done this.
The doctor replied with much faith, "No, my son. It is just like what is happening in the west. Jack the Ripper, I heard, did the same; and he was merely human."
As strong as Soujiro's belief that Jodraul Kreuss had something to do with this, he began to suspect two of the most unlikely people to be in the case. Modhra Kirashime, himself, and Kitsune the Witch. The two has the same view of madness that struck in him a violent and malevolent side. Nobody else could have thought of them first. Then, that means they must have known of Jodraul's power and knew he can take blame for such mutilations. Only thing is, who was it among the two?
The conversations of that stayed alive in their discussion. Soujiro closed his ears inside trying not to listen, and didn't have the strength to eat the piece de resistance, a cake made of purely sweet chocolate and sweetmeats. Soujiro didn't stomach either the glorious "Horremn", an ice cream like dessert in their time that tasted unbearably sweet and very delicious. The thought of him seeing in his mind that this benevolent doctor had not only brutally murdered children, but also took parts of their organs as well was sickening and did not seem right. The problem he had then was that if he didn't know who was to blame, the souls (or maybe just soul because he looked as if he only pitied ONE PERSON) were left in the far side of justice. Something must be done.
It was not obvious at first that his task was to find who killed the innocents. It was the reason the exquisite being there led him to a place where he knew only so little of (Remember, Modhra was his old acquaintance). It was a huge responsibility, but someone must do it.