Taiyo Watashiwa, My Sun
By Sukunami Taka
Bright, voluminous eyes gazed back at him…amber eyes…heretic eyes…that denote their owner as a bringer of good and bad luck, but is shunned by all. Time stilled, passing only around the two sylphlike demons, as one, crouched in the burning sand, peered up at another, half-lunged in the air. The poised air-borne youkai with a slender tanned body, slowly licked his tiny fangs, peeping at the side of his slight smile. His soft heart-shaped face was cautiously cocked, as delicate pointed ears twitched. Long, silky, tawny hair flowed in the mild wind, the bangs casting shadows across the ageless eyes, looking back at his close twin, trapped upon the earth. Separate entities, yet the same..both are heretics, both shackled by their golden eyes….
Golden eyes…iya…I remember deep lavender eyes…violet pearls that stretch off to infinity…so far that I could lose myself in them...eyes that reflected the pale hands reaching for my own, my own determine to find ones to hold on to. I had reached up...seeing the light...and found….someone.…someone whose hands grasped mine and held them secure, together with his. Those hands freed me…from physical and invisible bonds…the man whose hair glowed like a halo around him...he gave me a world brighter than the sun…he took me from the world I knew, from the darkness, and gave me his.
Who are you? Nanda, nanda...why do you look like me? Your eyes…just like mine...who are you? My eyes sought for an unanswered response from his. The nameless youkai laughed, a clear ring lost within the wind. His hair swirled, strands momentarily masking his slim face, then his body arched, a sharp clawed hand drew back, and he shot forward…
I cradled the inert body…his body is still warm in my arms. Crystal crimson blood…life-giving blood, pooled around his passive face. Blond hair stained red, soaking into the blood. Pale indigo eyes gently stared back…then those eyes, loving eyes, closed…and did not open again.
Nanda? Why did you do that? I silently asked the bowed youkai, his tongue subtly flitting over his lips, taking with it, a single drop of blood. He felt my question, and lifted his head, his eyes calmly observing. Revelation…I understood…his purpose filled my entire being. It is our way, it has always been our way and will always be our way.
I found it, what I did not have…grief. My soundless cries of known anguish broke through the tranquil blue skies and melted with the raging wind…over and over…soul-reaching cries…that lifted to the heavens above…
The youkai smiled reservedly….