Touya's Cut
Kinomoto Touya took a last breath lying on his back in bed. Sakura was back from that last card, and there was nothing holding him back from going up on the roof, like he had done all his life. Nothing except this warm feeling, half-asleep in bed, that would elude him when he returned.
That pressing feeling in his mind was insistent, however, and he forced himself out of bed. Grabbing the bell that was his mother's gift to him, he walked onto the roof.
Standing, he mimed the door.
"The door to the seventh heaven,"With two hands, slashed it, circled it, and poked it twice
"bound with the seals,"
And placed his right hand, twisting it to the left and right.
"Opened for those who will enter tonight,"And rang the bell.
"Calling them hence." It doesn't rhyme, or make much sense, Touya-kun, but this is your duty.
"Hai, 'kaa-san," replied the little boy, so serious.
"But…for now, let's do something fun. The piano!"He was jolted out of his reverie by the first one, begging to enter. He placed a hand on her head; or at least where it should have been.
Bed…hospital bed…mortal sickness…ah, cancer?::Yes…::
Life…gone? Doctor? Ah, mistake.
::Hai::
Brought to Judgment…twice mistaken. Never mind. True soul within. You may enter. As soon as he thought it, a door in front of him shone, and admitted the sprit of the lady. He had barely a moment to bask when it shut and another was pushed forward.
Gun…revenge…for mother…True soul within. You may enter.
Fall…mountain…other-partner-brother? tried to save…death pinned on soul. However… True soul within. You may enter.
Natural death. True soul within. You may enter.
Accident…car-van-seven seats. Hit motorcycle-Honda-red? Killed man-beard-brown. True soul within. You may enter.
Touya tilted his neck, feeling the crack. How many tonight? He had lost it at around four hundred. And so far, not one…he had spoke too soon.
Gun. Police…three? Defensive…after murder? Woman-old-African? Absence of a true soul. You may not pass. The spirit seemed surprised for a second, but charged at the door rather than fall back down to the bottom. Touya's eyes narrowed, filled with the light of helping thousands of others.
You. May. Not. PASS! Spreading out his arms, he sealed the door as the spirit collided with him. Snapping and clapping his hands, he Banished it to the lower ladder, where it would be forced to climb back up.
The light faded and the cold chill set in, remnants of his Banish. Damn. Now the cold would stay with him through the night.
Stumbling down to the kitchen, he bumped into a tall body.
"Tea is on the table, along with a change of clothes," he looked over the boy, his own son. Icicles were still hanging off his ears and hair, and he was chilled. He walked upstairs, a proud smile on his face.
Touya sat down, sipping the tea. The radiator was on; he was sure that they were the only family in all of Japan that had heat bills in the dead of summer. Sighing, he changed and fell on his bed.
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AN: Okay, who is confused?
Well, what I was going for is that Touya essentially spends most nights judging spirits (ghosts) so that they can go to the seventh heaven. And that requires a lot of power, and Banishing bag spirits back to the lowest takes even more power – and it has a toll on the life.
And what he does it he has to piece together details from what he can see inside a sprits head. That's why he starts with like 'car' and eventually ends at 'van, seven seats'.
Oh, and his mother was the one in italics before, since that was her job when she was alive.
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