AN- Well, I'm gonna get to writing this. This chapter will be more pointless babble attempting to come up with her plot. -_-;;;; And look! I've learned Watari's birthdate!
He's an Aries like me!! ^_^!! Now, watch as I drivel on and procrastinate attempting to connect all of this and make a plot. -_-;;;; IN this, Kiddie-Watari has a much more
different personality than our genki dead scientist. You people should know what war I'm speaking of in this part.
Oh yeah, and I've designated a theme song for Watari. It's called "Super Drive" and it's the opening song of Gravitation. The lyrics fit 'Tari-chan (and Tsuzu-chan, for that
matter) very well, IMHO. ^_^
Pockets Full Of Ashes Chapter Two
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"Watari!!"
The young boy turned around, shoulder-length blond hair flowing with him. His serious countenance lightened a little at the sight of the person who had called his name.
"Tsuzane!"
The girl caught up with him, hitting him on the shoulder and laughing. "Ba~ka! My name is Suzanne! You should know by now!"
He smiled slightly. "I know. It's not my fault you gaijins don't pronounce the way you spell.(1)"
She pouted, but the expression was soon wisked away by her everlasting cheerfulness. "I'm surprised the townspeople haven't lynched me yet."
His face fell slightly as he remembered the reason for that statement. "Yeah. I'm surprised that your family even wanted to move here, with how it's been after the war."
Suzanne looked down at her feet. "Hiroshima and Nagisaki are still plains of disentigrated rubble. With that reminder, who would want to fight?"
Yutaka Watari looked at his only friend in the world, thinking. She was British, and her father had been with the small relief force sent to help Japan recover from the ravages
of war. However, he had decided to take along his wife and they had moved permanently to Kyoto. Suzanne talked with no accent, but her parents did, and were sometimes incoherent.
Even now, seventeen years after the war, the memory was still fresh. The first day of school they had both been in the same class, and were forced together as the outcasts. Suzanne,
with her name and parents. Watari, also with his parents(or rather, the lack thereof) and his distinctly un-Japanese appearance. Suzanne looked more like a native than he did. She
had soft brown eyes, long shimmering brown hair done up in two pigtails, and tanned skin from outside work. Watari, however, looked like the gaijin one of the pair. With his thick
golden hair, glimmering golden-brown eyes, and skin so pale it looked like porcelain. Suzanne often complained that he was prettier than she was, and sadly, it was true. It didn't
know where he gotit though. His father he never knew, and his mother had died when he was very young, leaving only impressions of dark hair, a soft voice and warm sadness. He lived
with his aunt, who hated his appearance. She was very nationalistic, and also hated Suzanne with a passion. He was treated little better than a slave, forced to do all the housework.
She sometimes beat him too, but she was careful to leave the bruises in places that wouldn't be casually seen. He didn't tell anyone of his life where he lived.
"Ne, 'Tari-chan, want to hear a song?"
He looked up from where he was watching the ground. "Song?"
Suzanne nodded emphatically. "Umph. It's a children's rhyme from Europe. My parents taught it to me. Want to hear it?"
He smiled. "Sure."
She began skipping off, singing in English (which he had been learning from her ever since they became friends; he was fairly fluent now) as she went.
"Ring around the rosie
Pockets full of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down!"
At the last line, she twirled around and fell on the grass, laughing.
Watari walked to where she had fallen. "That song is nice."
She smiled up at him, eyes full of happiness and cheerfulness and spring, a never-ending spiral of light and fluff and all the goodness of the world mixed with ice cream and puppy dogs.
"Honto?"
"Honto ni."
She opened her mouth to say something-
-and she dissapeared.
"Suzanne!!??"
He looked around. The scenery had changed dramatically. Snow fell form the grey sky, slowly covering everything. He stood in the remains of a burnt house, nothing more than a pile of ash
and sticks. Stuck on the tip of one of the blackened timbers was a red ribbon, fluttering in the cold wind. The ash was everywhere, in the wind, in his hair, on his clothes.
He knew that ribbon very well.
It always came with it's mate, holding up two identical pigtails of soft, brown hair that framed a soft happy face...
"Tsuza-chan?"
Voices came from everywhere, bleeding into one and fading out into millions.
"...terminal disease, the bomb sickness. No more than a year..."
"...horrible gaijins, they don't deserve to live..."
"...do it tonight, while they're sleeping..."
"...make sure the girl dies...."
He fell to his knees, everything else unheeded.
Ash. Ash everywhere.
"...We all fall down!"
"Suzaaaaaaaaaannnneeeeeeee!!!!!!"
~~~
Watari jerked out of his bed, landing on the floor. The momentary pain jarred his senses, and he flailed for a few seconds, trying to get hold on reality. Finally he freed himself, and sat panting.
Another weird dream like last night, but this one was more...substantial, like a memory. But now the images had faded, and all he could scrabble for was a sense of despair and loss. Loss of what?
Ugh, this was no time to dwell on this. He clambered back into bed, and lied there, drifting. He would not think of it now. But...one question nagged at him to answer it NOW. Was he finally
remembering his lost past? Other than basic info such as name, birthdate, weight, height, bloodtype, birthplace, etc., he had no other memory of his past or who he was. Tatsumi said it was selective
trauma amnesia or something like that. But that didn't explain why even exstensive magical methods didn't work. So, were the memories returning? He shivered slightly, the air conditioner was still
too high. He curled up and deciding to finally go to sleep. As he descended back into the depths of dreams, his last conscious thought was that if he was remembering, than he had a distinct feeling
that he reallt didn't want to.
The air condintioner continued to hum on.
~TBC~
AN - .....-_-;;;;; I'm not going to talk about it now. Oh yeah, anyone notice a similarity between Suzanne and a certain other Shinigami? Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?
(1)Japanese people literally say things as they're spelled, as their written language is based on sounds. Therefore, "Suzanne" with the "ne" on the end, if she literally translated it to kanji, would
be read by the Japanese as "Tsu-zan-ne" ^^;;;;;;;;
He's an Aries like me!! ^_^!! Now, watch as I drivel on and procrastinate attempting to connect all of this and make a plot. -_-;;;; IN this, Kiddie-Watari has a much more
different personality than our genki dead scientist. You people should know what war I'm speaking of in this part.
Oh yeah, and I've designated a theme song for Watari. It's called "Super Drive" and it's the opening song of Gravitation. The lyrics fit 'Tari-chan (and Tsuzu-chan, for that
matter) very well, IMHO. ^_^
Pockets Full Of Ashes Chapter Two
~~~~
"Watari!!"
The young boy turned around, shoulder-length blond hair flowing with him. His serious countenance lightened a little at the sight of the person who had called his name.
"Tsuzane!"
The girl caught up with him, hitting him on the shoulder and laughing. "Ba~ka! My name is Suzanne! You should know by now!"
He smiled slightly. "I know. It's not my fault you gaijins don't pronounce the way you spell.(1)"
She pouted, but the expression was soon wisked away by her everlasting cheerfulness. "I'm surprised the townspeople haven't lynched me yet."
His face fell slightly as he remembered the reason for that statement. "Yeah. I'm surprised that your family even wanted to move here, with how it's been after the war."
Suzanne looked down at her feet. "Hiroshima and Nagisaki are still plains of disentigrated rubble. With that reminder, who would want to fight?"
Yutaka Watari looked at his only friend in the world, thinking. She was British, and her father had been with the small relief force sent to help Japan recover from the ravages
of war. However, he had decided to take along his wife and they had moved permanently to Kyoto. Suzanne talked with no accent, but her parents did, and were sometimes incoherent.
Even now, seventeen years after the war, the memory was still fresh. The first day of school they had both been in the same class, and were forced together as the outcasts. Suzanne,
with her name and parents. Watari, also with his parents(or rather, the lack thereof) and his distinctly un-Japanese appearance. Suzanne looked more like a native than he did. She
had soft brown eyes, long shimmering brown hair done up in two pigtails, and tanned skin from outside work. Watari, however, looked like the gaijin one of the pair. With his thick
golden hair, glimmering golden-brown eyes, and skin so pale it looked like porcelain. Suzanne often complained that he was prettier than she was, and sadly, it was true. It didn't
know where he gotit though. His father he never knew, and his mother had died when he was very young, leaving only impressions of dark hair, a soft voice and warm sadness. He lived
with his aunt, who hated his appearance. She was very nationalistic, and also hated Suzanne with a passion. He was treated little better than a slave, forced to do all the housework.
She sometimes beat him too, but she was careful to leave the bruises in places that wouldn't be casually seen. He didn't tell anyone of his life where he lived.
"Ne, 'Tari-chan, want to hear a song?"
He looked up from where he was watching the ground. "Song?"
Suzanne nodded emphatically. "Umph. It's a children's rhyme from Europe. My parents taught it to me. Want to hear it?"
He smiled. "Sure."
She began skipping off, singing in English (which he had been learning from her ever since they became friends; he was fairly fluent now) as she went.
"Ring around the rosie
Pockets full of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down!"
At the last line, she twirled around and fell on the grass, laughing.
Watari walked to where she had fallen. "That song is nice."
She smiled up at him, eyes full of happiness and cheerfulness and spring, a never-ending spiral of light and fluff and all the goodness of the world mixed with ice cream and puppy dogs.
"Honto?"
"Honto ni."
She opened her mouth to say something-
-and she dissapeared.
"Suzanne!!??"
He looked around. The scenery had changed dramatically. Snow fell form the grey sky, slowly covering everything. He stood in the remains of a burnt house, nothing more than a pile of ash
and sticks. Stuck on the tip of one of the blackened timbers was a red ribbon, fluttering in the cold wind. The ash was everywhere, in the wind, in his hair, on his clothes.
He knew that ribbon very well.
It always came with it's mate, holding up two identical pigtails of soft, brown hair that framed a soft happy face...
"Tsuza-chan?"
Voices came from everywhere, bleeding into one and fading out into millions.
"...terminal disease, the bomb sickness. No more than a year..."
"...horrible gaijins, they don't deserve to live..."
"...do it tonight, while they're sleeping..."
"...make sure the girl dies...."
He fell to his knees, everything else unheeded.
Ash. Ash everywhere.
"...We all fall down!"
"Suzaaaaaaaaaannnneeeeeeee!!!!!!"
~~~
Watari jerked out of his bed, landing on the floor. The momentary pain jarred his senses, and he flailed for a few seconds, trying to get hold on reality. Finally he freed himself, and sat panting.
Another weird dream like last night, but this one was more...substantial, like a memory. But now the images had faded, and all he could scrabble for was a sense of despair and loss. Loss of what?
Ugh, this was no time to dwell on this. He clambered back into bed, and lied there, drifting. He would not think of it now. But...one question nagged at him to answer it NOW. Was he finally
remembering his lost past? Other than basic info such as name, birthdate, weight, height, bloodtype, birthplace, etc., he had no other memory of his past or who he was. Tatsumi said it was selective
trauma amnesia or something like that. But that didn't explain why even exstensive magical methods didn't work. So, were the memories returning? He shivered slightly, the air conditioner was still
too high. He curled up and deciding to finally go to sleep. As he descended back into the depths of dreams, his last conscious thought was that if he was remembering, than he had a distinct feeling
that he reallt didn't want to.
The air condintioner continued to hum on.
~TBC~
AN - .....-_-;;;;; I'm not going to talk about it now. Oh yeah, anyone notice a similarity between Suzanne and a certain other Shinigami? Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?
(1)Japanese people literally say things as they're spelled, as their written language is based on sounds. Therefore, "Suzanne" with the "ne" on the end, if she literally translated it to kanji, would
be read by the Japanese as "Tsu-zan-ne" ^^;;;;;;;;
