I will get a normal, decent fic up one day, I promise. -_-; Anyway, this was done in a random bout of un-creativeness, and somehow morphed into something totally different. This is the prologue, since I plan to expound on this concept. So far, it's expounding into something quite long and beyond what I had originally planned. -_-; Warning: This story contains shounen-ai, Tsuuten/Genshi, and no, it's not a parody. Read if you dare. ^_^
R&R, onegai shimasu. *bow*
What the Eyes Cannot See
Prologue : The Dreams of Humans
He'd been young once.
It was a very long time ago, granted, but yes, he was young once. The common folk in the Ningenkai commonly thought of the sendou as immortal, when in fact they weren't. They could die just like the next man. Even for someone who had lived as long as he had would eventually wither beyond his bones and quietly turn to dust. Not a single sennin had lived beyond the re-creation of history. No one, save for the ancient ones, could live that long. They embodied time, ageless, forever old or young as they pleased. What was youth to them anyway? Youth...
It was so long ago, his memories had faded to that dull, monochromatic haze, easily forgotten if allowed. Should he ever ponder on it too long, his head would hurt from the burning brightness of other encroaching memories. He was sure many assumed he was born an old man; many couldn't possible conceive of him as even being a mere human once. He was even attractive in his day.
Tired eyes looked out across the expanse of clouds and floating rocks. He had been many places, seen many things, experienced what normal humans could not fathom beyond their dreams, and yet, to the ancient ones, he was still a mere child. Be it as it may, he was still among the eldest humans to ever exist. The ancient ones fell into a class all to themselves. Though they fathered this world, they couldn't truly understand it or be a part of it.
He closed his eyes, the bright sky too exhausting to bear. He sometimes wondered if his role in the flow of history was complete yet. He had entertained his hopes of ages past. He had carried out his duties as outlined. He had survived storm after storm of strategic mind-games. He even prepared himself for the beginning of the end.
He glanced idly towards his meditating (slumbering) pupil on a distant rock and sighed.
/How human of him.../
Ou Eki, though an ancient one, was unique. This reincarnation of him, this... "Taikoubou" was so humanesque, it startled him. This humanized ancient acted human, ate human food, enjoyed human things, dreamed human dreams. He dreamed a magnificent dream of a world without sendou. With his youthful ferver and bright, blue eyes, nothing was impossible to him. The world was for the taking.
He returned his attention to the gently flowing clouds and sighed once more. He, himself, had once fancied a magnificent dream. He had dreamt of a united heaven where youkai and humans could co-exist peacefully. With his own youthful ferver and bright, blue eyes, he thought nothing was impossible to him. The world was for the taking. Or, so he thought.
Yes... He'd been young once.