A/N: Someone asked me why the tale is a bit like Jack the Ripper and is
more of a murder mystery than a romance mystery. Also, it has been a fact
that the darker story had become more muschy, as in love. Well, right now I
am reading Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy and have finished Murder on the
Orient Express by Agatha Christie. Since I'm going to be reading more books
for the school and for my pleasure, the story might be a little like their
tones. If it bothers you, please tell me if I am doing it. I'll refrain
from it.
And yeah, I'm really sorry if I couldn't update mail confirms. My email had been temporarily shunned. ======= That night, Soujiro didn't sleep well. His head was aching and his stomach growled often that he thought of going back to eat the little morsels of leftovers that he knew was there on the table untouched. It wasn't because of the fact he had a task in mind. It was because a holiday that Christians believed was to come. It was called Christmas. Soujiro pondered on what it was since he only heard of it. It is close to it, which is all he knew. There is a thought that struck him more. Would he be able to believe in a holiday that was of a banned faith's?
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 21: Winter Fascinations)
***WARNING: Christian/Catholic materials down below. It is still alright to be read I not Christian/Roman Catholic, but it is a nice hypothesis at what makes Nagi irritable sometimes.
Wind rustled to the doorsteps of the dojo. The snow that fell swaying on the ground had been too high that Chiriko was convinced not to go out where he would be covered with snow from head down. It was rough out and a storm seems to brew. Soujiro only looked out his window where he saw the strong sakura tree's blossoms fall off and dance with the breeze. He didn't eat breakfast and was afraid to. He didn't want to ruin a relationship with old friends. Though he desired so much to tell someone of what he thought, he could not. It was possible after all that all he assumes was false. Then again, they may be true.
Whatever the smell was coming from the kitchen, Soujiro was sure it was pungent. It was that of eggs and tomatoes, but he also assumed it was Boten who was cooking. He stepped out of his confinement and decided to visit his dying friend. He hoped Soushi would make it just before this thing called "Christmas" came.
The halls were crowded with children. Some, whom he knew were sick of a disease that did not make them handicapped, were dancing or prancing around singing carols. Others, that he was sure were blind or deaf, were sticking mistletoe on their doors and putting up decorations that Chiriko, Modhra or Taro might have made or taught. All of the others on the halls, that were paralyzed but were carried by helpful stronger ones, were giving each other paper shaped into hearts, diamonds and even fancy little bears. The rest, those were absolutely paralyzed or terribly bitter (once was Nagi in that category, as Soujiro heard), stayed in bed muttering to themselves what a dreadful holiday this was that they were celebrating.
Different things hang around, and it was of many different seasons the children were used to. May it be "Christmas" or what have them, Soujiro smiled at each and everyone. He did not want to spoil their merry hearts.
Soushi's little room was filled with pictures he presumed Nagi and him drew. They were mostly of the two siblings playing around in the snow. However, something was strange with the pictures. Something was amiss or misplaced. Soushi, whose eyes were never wide open, had caring open eyes in the illustrations. More of, the drawings were intricately detailed.
"I see you've seen our work," a familiar voice squeaked.
"Nagi-chan. Soushi couldn't have made those. You HAVE!" Soujiro commented.
She shook her head violently, "No, no, you are mistaken, friend. He DID make them honestly. He inherited my mother's gift for creation. I only acquired- I mean to say."
"What is it?" Soujiro interjected, "What was it you were going to say?"
She smiled rather bluntly and repeated awkwardly, "I never got any other gift but my dad's. I was never an artist, poet, or anything of value. No, I'm not that strong either, as you see. I- well, I-"
He could see from her expression that she didn't want to say anything. She kept looking towards Soujiro as if she was trying to tell him something he ought to not know himself.
With a courageous breath, he uttered, "You're hiding something, aren't you?"
"No, it is just that I have no memory much of my life."
"None whatsoever?"
"None."
"Why is that?"
Her eyes watered but nothing else happened other than the yawns of Nagi's brother. He groaned a bit but was very much asleep.
Soujiro frequented, "Why is it you can't remember your life? You used to tell me of your old memories."
"That was because I have been told of them properly, and that I see these people and see a glimpse of my past with them. That is also the reason why I recalled nothing of my own death until you reminded me of it. So was Sai's death"
"I still don't understand. Why do you not remember- remember anything at all?"
Again, her distant stare made him feel uneasy. She contemplated a little, and then replied in a manner that was rude in her (of the way she thinks):
"You are looking at the very fabrication of the reason of which I cannot remember."
Always confused was he and he looked at her at a different angle. He was still unable to reach her level of understanding. It may be that she is not so skilled at many fields, but her tongue has proven of her wise intellect.
He mused, "Is it because of how you think? Why do you speak in riddles?"
"My friend, why do you keep asking questions?"
That was when Soujiro laughed. It was the truth that in everything he did then was that he kept asking her questions that he cannot count in that time. Her smile didn't fade, but her cold start was just as dominant.
"You see," She began, "When one is dead, the soul leaves the body."
"That is not possible, dear. I don-"
"You do not believe in my faith. I am explaining something of which I believe soo much. At any case, when the soul leaves the physical or material world, a soul is just life. It is not a fragment capable of having a past or a future. It stays at different places: paradise, purgatory, hell and the material world.
I know not if you are keeping up with my information, but it is what I believe.
I know that this is a crime. To-to be a Catholic is a crime in here. My thirst for knowledge of it has hastened because it has been long. I thirst for life and for what I lack. There is nothing that I can think of that I will not want that I am dead now. To want when you are alive is a little crude yet unsatisfying. To want when you are dead- Ah! My friend, it is a regular need to want. What else can you do when you look upon your life and be submitted to greed and desire?"
With her words slowly departing, Soujiro saw the glistening of the crystals or something shiny by the window. He hadn't noticed it before. He distinguished that it was the same windowsill he had been acquainted with a sick bird. Now, only fragments of what appear to be glass of some sort. He drew closer, ignoring Nagi and her sorrow. He had felt her sorrow dying out, for he had witnessed day by day how weaker she grew as a soul seeking for life.
He supposed to himself if he were to be like her, dead, if he'd feel the same thing she was. He took small paces to the windowsill, of what seem to be taking forever for him to reach. He still had a piece of his mind n the matter at hand. He sought in his talents, desires and searches what he might be looking for once he also passed over. Nothing but a simple unnoticed wish stirred in him. The one thing he wanted most in life or in death was a family. Only a Family.
A/N: Okay, it doesn't seem that I typed much, but I also seek help. I'd absolutely have an easier time if you would be so much obliged to tell me suggestions or about what YOU think MAY HAPPEN. Those and what your favorite moments/characters are would be my most targeted need in help. Other than that, I think I'm doing slightly better. Thanks for your solaces!
And yeah, I'm really sorry if I couldn't update mail confirms. My email had been temporarily shunned. ======= That night, Soujiro didn't sleep well. His head was aching and his stomach growled often that he thought of going back to eat the little morsels of leftovers that he knew was there on the table untouched. It wasn't because of the fact he had a task in mind. It was because a holiday that Christians believed was to come. It was called Christmas. Soujiro pondered on what it was since he only heard of it. It is close to it, which is all he knew. There is a thought that struck him more. Would he be able to believe in a holiday that was of a banned faith's?
THE WANDERER'S EYES
(Chapter 21: Winter Fascinations)
***WARNING: Christian/Catholic materials down below. It is still alright to be read I not Christian/Roman Catholic, but it is a nice hypothesis at what makes Nagi irritable sometimes.
Wind rustled to the doorsteps of the dojo. The snow that fell swaying on the ground had been too high that Chiriko was convinced not to go out where he would be covered with snow from head down. It was rough out and a storm seems to brew. Soujiro only looked out his window where he saw the strong sakura tree's blossoms fall off and dance with the breeze. He didn't eat breakfast and was afraid to. He didn't want to ruin a relationship with old friends. Though he desired so much to tell someone of what he thought, he could not. It was possible after all that all he assumes was false. Then again, they may be true.
Whatever the smell was coming from the kitchen, Soujiro was sure it was pungent. It was that of eggs and tomatoes, but he also assumed it was Boten who was cooking. He stepped out of his confinement and decided to visit his dying friend. He hoped Soushi would make it just before this thing called "Christmas" came.
The halls were crowded with children. Some, whom he knew were sick of a disease that did not make them handicapped, were dancing or prancing around singing carols. Others, that he was sure were blind or deaf, were sticking mistletoe on their doors and putting up decorations that Chiriko, Modhra or Taro might have made or taught. All of the others on the halls, that were paralyzed but were carried by helpful stronger ones, were giving each other paper shaped into hearts, diamonds and even fancy little bears. The rest, those were absolutely paralyzed or terribly bitter (once was Nagi in that category, as Soujiro heard), stayed in bed muttering to themselves what a dreadful holiday this was that they were celebrating.
Different things hang around, and it was of many different seasons the children were used to. May it be "Christmas" or what have them, Soujiro smiled at each and everyone. He did not want to spoil their merry hearts.
Soushi's little room was filled with pictures he presumed Nagi and him drew. They were mostly of the two siblings playing around in the snow. However, something was strange with the pictures. Something was amiss or misplaced. Soushi, whose eyes were never wide open, had caring open eyes in the illustrations. More of, the drawings were intricately detailed.
"I see you've seen our work," a familiar voice squeaked.
"Nagi-chan. Soushi couldn't have made those. You HAVE!" Soujiro commented.
She shook her head violently, "No, no, you are mistaken, friend. He DID make them honestly. He inherited my mother's gift for creation. I only acquired- I mean to say."
"What is it?" Soujiro interjected, "What was it you were going to say?"
She smiled rather bluntly and repeated awkwardly, "I never got any other gift but my dad's. I was never an artist, poet, or anything of value. No, I'm not that strong either, as you see. I- well, I-"
He could see from her expression that she didn't want to say anything. She kept looking towards Soujiro as if she was trying to tell him something he ought to not know himself.
With a courageous breath, he uttered, "You're hiding something, aren't you?"
"No, it is just that I have no memory much of my life."
"None whatsoever?"
"None."
"Why is that?"
Her eyes watered but nothing else happened other than the yawns of Nagi's brother. He groaned a bit but was very much asleep.
Soujiro frequented, "Why is it you can't remember your life? You used to tell me of your old memories."
"That was because I have been told of them properly, and that I see these people and see a glimpse of my past with them. That is also the reason why I recalled nothing of my own death until you reminded me of it. So was Sai's death"
"I still don't understand. Why do you not remember- remember anything at all?"
Again, her distant stare made him feel uneasy. She contemplated a little, and then replied in a manner that was rude in her (of the way she thinks):
"You are looking at the very fabrication of the reason of which I cannot remember."
Always confused was he and he looked at her at a different angle. He was still unable to reach her level of understanding. It may be that she is not so skilled at many fields, but her tongue has proven of her wise intellect.
He mused, "Is it because of how you think? Why do you speak in riddles?"
"My friend, why do you keep asking questions?"
That was when Soujiro laughed. It was the truth that in everything he did then was that he kept asking her questions that he cannot count in that time. Her smile didn't fade, but her cold start was just as dominant.
"You see," She began, "When one is dead, the soul leaves the body."
"That is not possible, dear. I don-"
"You do not believe in my faith. I am explaining something of which I believe soo much. At any case, when the soul leaves the physical or material world, a soul is just life. It is not a fragment capable of having a past or a future. It stays at different places: paradise, purgatory, hell and the material world.
I know not if you are keeping up with my information, but it is what I believe.
I know that this is a crime. To-to be a Catholic is a crime in here. My thirst for knowledge of it has hastened because it has been long. I thirst for life and for what I lack. There is nothing that I can think of that I will not want that I am dead now. To want when you are alive is a little crude yet unsatisfying. To want when you are dead- Ah! My friend, it is a regular need to want. What else can you do when you look upon your life and be submitted to greed and desire?"
With her words slowly departing, Soujiro saw the glistening of the crystals or something shiny by the window. He hadn't noticed it before. He distinguished that it was the same windowsill he had been acquainted with a sick bird. Now, only fragments of what appear to be glass of some sort. He drew closer, ignoring Nagi and her sorrow. He had felt her sorrow dying out, for he had witnessed day by day how weaker she grew as a soul seeking for life.
He supposed to himself if he were to be like her, dead, if he'd feel the same thing she was. He took small paces to the windowsill, of what seem to be taking forever for him to reach. He still had a piece of his mind n the matter at hand. He sought in his talents, desires and searches what he might be looking for once he also passed over. Nothing but a simple unnoticed wish stirred in him. The one thing he wanted most in life or in death was a family. Only a Family.
A/N: Okay, it doesn't seem that I typed much, but I also seek help. I'd absolutely have an easier time if you would be so much obliged to tell me suggestions or about what YOU think MAY HAPPEN. Those and what your favorite moments/characters are would be my most targeted need in help. Other than that, I think I'm doing slightly better. Thanks for your solaces!