Cradled
Dislcaimer: If you meet this saru, kill her; if you meet the fangirl, kill it; bound by nothing, captivated by nothing; I own only what I was meant to own. Sanzo: Hn. Copycat. Firnheledien: Oi!
Kanan's (and the Hyakugan Mao's) unborn baby's POV. Creepy stuff, this. What can I say, I like doing obscure POVs. Do not underestimate the power of the POV. That is the mantra. Enjoy (grins savagely).
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Warm.
Pulse: heartbeat. Red light--outside. Floating.
Mother all around. Swaying as she crawls. She is my mother. Safe. Mother-- safe.
Hungry. Eat, Mummy. Pick up the bread--rice?--or water?--cold--put into mouth. Swallow. No, mummy! Why? No. . . don't vomit, Mummy. You need food: for me too, Mummy. Please?
Vomit again. Why, Mummy? Why do you hate me? Is it because I ask for so much? But you carry me every day. I need you, Mummy. You were so patient.
Heave. Sounds, so soft outside. . . . are you crying, Mother?
Shivering. Rocking me in your belly. Singing, absently murmuring a tuneless lullaby for yourself--or for me? You're humming, but not happy. But to try and forget.
Shudder. You are frightened, mum. Sobbing quietly. I can hear you, Mother, even from inside here. Disgusted. Frightened--of the thing that you nourish- -me.
Heartbeat.
I'm growing, Mummy. Inside of you. Don't you like that? But you're so weak, Mummy. Your fever eats you up inside every day. It burns me, too, Mummy. And I can't swim away. No escape. I push and kick and it hurts you. You gasp.
Tremble. Alone: but you've got me. Pulse.
Did you ever love me, Mummy? Maybe you did, when you were thinking. Every night. About. . . a man--Daddy? He feels kind. But it makes you sad; so sad that you don't eat. When you don't eat, Mummy, I suffocate.
Throw up again. No, Mummy. Please eat. Don't bang your shoulder on the wall.
Heartbeat.
You get up, Mummy. Why? Stagger.
". . . . G-Gonou?"
Heartbeatheartbeatheartbeatheartbeat.
"Kanan. . ."
You feel so happy, Mother. The voice is soothing, muffled. Rounded. Is it Dad?--
--Pinch. Cant'breathecan'tbreathenobreath--
--Heartbeatheartbeathartbeatheartbeatheartbeatheartbeatheart.
Mummy. . . . what are you doing. . ? Why do you kill us, Mummy? Pulse. Struggle. Lullaby.
Cold.
Dislcaimer: If you meet this saru, kill her; if you meet the fangirl, kill it; bound by nothing, captivated by nothing; I own only what I was meant to own. Sanzo: Hn. Copycat. Firnheledien: Oi!
Kanan's (and the Hyakugan Mao's) unborn baby's POV. Creepy stuff, this. What can I say, I like doing obscure POVs. Do not underestimate the power of the POV. That is the mantra. Enjoy (grins savagely).
***
Warm.
Pulse: heartbeat. Red light--outside. Floating.
Mother all around. Swaying as she crawls. She is my mother. Safe. Mother-- safe.
Hungry. Eat, Mummy. Pick up the bread--rice?--or water?--cold--put into mouth. Swallow. No, mummy! Why? No. . . don't vomit, Mummy. You need food: for me too, Mummy. Please?
Vomit again. Why, Mummy? Why do you hate me? Is it because I ask for so much? But you carry me every day. I need you, Mummy. You were so patient.
Heave. Sounds, so soft outside. . . . are you crying, Mother?
Shivering. Rocking me in your belly. Singing, absently murmuring a tuneless lullaby for yourself--or for me? You're humming, but not happy. But to try and forget.
Shudder. You are frightened, mum. Sobbing quietly. I can hear you, Mother, even from inside here. Disgusted. Frightened--of the thing that you nourish- -me.
Heartbeat.
I'm growing, Mummy. Inside of you. Don't you like that? But you're so weak, Mummy. Your fever eats you up inside every day. It burns me, too, Mummy. And I can't swim away. No escape. I push and kick and it hurts you. You gasp.
Tremble. Alone: but you've got me. Pulse.
Did you ever love me, Mummy? Maybe you did, when you were thinking. Every night. About. . . a man--Daddy? He feels kind. But it makes you sad; so sad that you don't eat. When you don't eat, Mummy, I suffocate.
Throw up again. No, Mummy. Please eat. Don't bang your shoulder on the wall.
Heartbeat.
You get up, Mummy. Why? Stagger.
". . . . G-Gonou?"
Heartbeatheartbeatheartbeatheartbeat.
"Kanan. . ."
You feel so happy, Mother. The voice is soothing, muffled. Rounded. Is it Dad?--
--Pinch. Cant'breathecan'tbreathenobreath--
--Heartbeatheartbeathartbeatheartbeatheartbeatheartbeatheart.
Mummy. . . . what are you doing. . ? Why do you kill us, Mummy? Pulse. Struggle. Lullaby.
Cold.
