I TURN TO YOU8
"Out of our brokenness, make us a blessing" [Judith L Brutz]
[SUBOSHI]
NO! What was happening? How, why where... my arm itched. I scratched at it, then noticed some watery ink materializing. Brother, ototo how are you? I am sorry I haven't come. Don't let Yui wish! I sense something horribly wrong. what is this pain? Aniki?
Could it be him? But why now? Why did he come only now? I shook with cold, the ache from my leg absently pushing itself back. Tomo lay before me, his eyes closed although it should be a death so painful. Blood flowed from his still chest, his nose, mouth and stained his paint. His black hair which shone now sprawled out, dead. He is dead. My mind told me flatly.
He cannot-------cannot be dead. A laugh echoed. "This is what I do to traitors."
"Go to hell, bastard!" Soi hissed, shakily, flinging wild lightning bolts at him. He dodged ever blow. She fell beside me, panting, holding her side. She wanted to charge forth again, and I held her back. She pushed me aside.
"What are you doing/ are you saying I should be letting this bastard go? I want to kill him!" she protested, scrubbing at her face wet with hot tears. I asked her to look at Tomo. Soi shook her head. I pulled him up and listened to his chest, sobbing. It was a faint, or was it my imagination? Tomo did not move.
My friend is dead. Tomo who has been my best brother, replacement brother is dead. Why, why didn't I think, Think about that when he was alive! I should have pushed him, I should have blocked him. What is the use of aniki returning to us now? I want Tomosan back! "Give him back to me," I called weakly.
"You fucking God of war, give him back to me! Don't kill him! Why are you killing your seishi? Why?" I shook his body, thorns stabbing into my chest where the blocks should be, hoping he would wake up. Wake up and hug me close. A wet hand pressed to my shoulder.
"Tamahome, I think you're happy now right?"
"Can you please get us some help? Tomo isn't dead,[ as I tried to say no] Tomo isn't! He's not until we check out his condition!" Soi spoke hoarsely to the Suaku. They gathered around us. Chichiri discussed something with Miaka's lover. He said he would get Amiboshi here.
I kept looking at Tomo's fingers. They seemed to be moving, a little bit, just a little. He had to be okay. This was not real. Not real. I kissed his cheek, tasting the dried out sweat and paint mixed. His skin was still warm. Soi pressed her hands to his open wound and closed her eyes. I flinched when Chiriko took my arm. He indicated my foot.
It made me want to sob again. Tomo would not have.. If I had been more agile. It was all my fault!
[SOI}
Wake up Tomo! I refuse to believe you're dead. Come back! We need you. I am healing you, you must respond! You MUST! You ain't dead!
Not until I say so, and I give you permission to die! You are a good friend.. How can we do without you.. My exhaustion beckoned though I wasn't willing to stop. My body moaned. I had to stop giving energy. Tomo looked pitiful, haggard, and tired. I shook him, slapped him. My other companion cried, halting my hand halfway. The man's head lolled to the side. "You don't hit him! He's dead! We have to respect him."
"I am sorry." I covered my face and lay down beside Tomo. Chichiri and Tasuki were checking his pulse. Suboshi said something softly. I saw the latter glance at me with compassion. I wished this nightmare would end.
I felt a sweet tang. Suboshi's brother? He was here? A healer! His footsteps pounded the floor, and then he appeared followed by Tama. He collapsed beside us, and stroked Tomo's messy strands from his features. Then he blew a soft tune, building it up building into a familiar tune we all knew. I squeezed the man's still hand and fell asleep. Perhaps when I woke up we would be back on the road talking laughing and forgetting about horrible things.
Maybe if I had noticed how exhausted he was before we began, I could have delayed the ceremony. I am so sorry Tomosan. I am so sorry I failed you. I want to tell you a lot of things, and mainly, that I like you. Why do you choose to die for us?
The music got stronger and stronger. Heartbeats faster and faster, escalated. A sigh. Suboshi shouted 'you're alright'! then sobbing. I refused to let my heart die now, I screamed at him from inside my head, to get up. Don't be such a coward, Tomo. You ain't dead yet, I won't let you.
{TOMO}
Where am I? Darkness descending upon m. I could not see where I was standing. Then Nakago leered at me, the blue light, my hand shivered over the wound. How------how could he have killed me? I laughed bitterly to myself and walked forward.
Voices. Mara? Lee? We hugged close and cried into each other's shoulders. "You guys, I missed you! Now I can stay,"
Mara cocked her lovely redhead to one side, staring at me. "I hear something." I was busy still kissing my boyfriend, savoring the kiss of his embrace. I was here, dead but at least I had him. I love you.
Voices outside calling my name. Tomo! Tomo! Come back! We need you. Suboshi needs you. I frowned. My hands shook again, and tears dripped down my visage. My unpainted visage. Why? I wanted to be with Lee, if I went back now...
"Go now Chuin. Your place is with the mortals. We will see each other again." I reluctantly released Lee, as he faded out and Mara pointed in the pooling light gathering behind me. The boy I saved was echoeing down this tunnel. I stepped into it and felt the brightness burn me, no.. it was enveloping me. Seiryuu? His face smiled. He raised an arm and tapped my forehead. I couldn't hear his words.
I coughed, red liquid clearing my throat. Suboshi and Soi, where was she? She patted my arm, laid down all her energies spent. Amiboshi grinned, dropping his flute and hugging me close. Actually I did not even know who was hugging me, all about. I stroked whom I thought was my mate's head and sighed.
Blood collected on my robe. I rubbed my chin which had some dried blood and paint. I laughed at this, shakily. "I promised you I wouldn't paint my ace anymore right?" The ryuuseisui boy laughed too, squeezing me closely. I had made him sad and worried. The poor boy!
The rest of the seishi gathered offered us a place with them as this was not for exhausted seishi. I sat up slowly. "It is alright. We will stay with Amiboshi. And thank you." Chiriko waved at me, hugging himself and the shinzaho. We were friends. It was a beautiful gift, that I had no friends but now I gained so many. It was a sweet reward. I almost fell until Suboshi stabilzed me. We could rest at long last!
"Out of our brokenness, make us a blessing" [Judith L Brutz]
[SUBOSHI]
NO! What was happening? How, why where... my arm itched. I scratched at it, then noticed some watery ink materializing. Brother, ototo how are you? I am sorry I haven't come. Don't let Yui wish! I sense something horribly wrong. what is this pain? Aniki?
Could it be him? But why now? Why did he come only now? I shook with cold, the ache from my leg absently pushing itself back. Tomo lay before me, his eyes closed although it should be a death so painful. Blood flowed from his still chest, his nose, mouth and stained his paint. His black hair which shone now sprawled out, dead. He is dead. My mind told me flatly.
He cannot-------cannot be dead. A laugh echoed. "This is what I do to traitors."
"Go to hell, bastard!" Soi hissed, shakily, flinging wild lightning bolts at him. He dodged ever blow. She fell beside me, panting, holding her side. She wanted to charge forth again, and I held her back. She pushed me aside.
"What are you doing/ are you saying I should be letting this bastard go? I want to kill him!" she protested, scrubbing at her face wet with hot tears. I asked her to look at Tomo. Soi shook her head. I pulled him up and listened to his chest, sobbing. It was a faint, or was it my imagination? Tomo did not move.
My friend is dead. Tomo who has been my best brother, replacement brother is dead. Why, why didn't I think, Think about that when he was alive! I should have pushed him, I should have blocked him. What is the use of aniki returning to us now? I want Tomosan back! "Give him back to me," I called weakly.
"You fucking God of war, give him back to me! Don't kill him! Why are you killing your seishi? Why?" I shook his body, thorns stabbing into my chest where the blocks should be, hoping he would wake up. Wake up and hug me close. A wet hand pressed to my shoulder.
"Tamahome, I think you're happy now right?"
"Can you please get us some help? Tomo isn't dead,[ as I tried to say no] Tomo isn't! He's not until we check out his condition!" Soi spoke hoarsely to the Suaku. They gathered around us. Chichiri discussed something with Miaka's lover. He said he would get Amiboshi here.
I kept looking at Tomo's fingers. They seemed to be moving, a little bit, just a little. He had to be okay. This was not real. Not real. I kissed his cheek, tasting the dried out sweat and paint mixed. His skin was still warm. Soi pressed her hands to his open wound and closed her eyes. I flinched when Chiriko took my arm. He indicated my foot.
It made me want to sob again. Tomo would not have.. If I had been more agile. It was all my fault!
[SOI}
Wake up Tomo! I refuse to believe you're dead. Come back! We need you. I am healing you, you must respond! You MUST! You ain't dead!
Not until I say so, and I give you permission to die! You are a good friend.. How can we do without you.. My exhaustion beckoned though I wasn't willing to stop. My body moaned. I had to stop giving energy. Tomo looked pitiful, haggard, and tired. I shook him, slapped him. My other companion cried, halting my hand halfway. The man's head lolled to the side. "You don't hit him! He's dead! We have to respect him."
"I am sorry." I covered my face and lay down beside Tomo. Chichiri and Tasuki were checking his pulse. Suboshi said something softly. I saw the latter glance at me with compassion. I wished this nightmare would end.
I felt a sweet tang. Suboshi's brother? He was here? A healer! His footsteps pounded the floor, and then he appeared followed by Tama. He collapsed beside us, and stroked Tomo's messy strands from his features. Then he blew a soft tune, building it up building into a familiar tune we all knew. I squeezed the man's still hand and fell asleep. Perhaps when I woke up we would be back on the road talking laughing and forgetting about horrible things.
Maybe if I had noticed how exhausted he was before we began, I could have delayed the ceremony. I am so sorry Tomosan. I am so sorry I failed you. I want to tell you a lot of things, and mainly, that I like you. Why do you choose to die for us?
The music got stronger and stronger. Heartbeats faster and faster, escalated. A sigh. Suboshi shouted 'you're alright'! then sobbing. I refused to let my heart die now, I screamed at him from inside my head, to get up. Don't be such a coward, Tomo. You ain't dead yet, I won't let you.
{TOMO}
Where am I? Darkness descending upon m. I could not see where I was standing. Then Nakago leered at me, the blue light, my hand shivered over the wound. How------how could he have killed me? I laughed bitterly to myself and walked forward.
Voices. Mara? Lee? We hugged close and cried into each other's shoulders. "You guys, I missed you! Now I can stay,"
Mara cocked her lovely redhead to one side, staring at me. "I hear something." I was busy still kissing my boyfriend, savoring the kiss of his embrace. I was here, dead but at least I had him. I love you.
Voices outside calling my name. Tomo! Tomo! Come back! We need you. Suboshi needs you. I frowned. My hands shook again, and tears dripped down my visage. My unpainted visage. Why? I wanted to be with Lee, if I went back now...
"Go now Chuin. Your place is with the mortals. We will see each other again." I reluctantly released Lee, as he faded out and Mara pointed in the pooling light gathering behind me. The boy I saved was echoeing down this tunnel. I stepped into it and felt the brightness burn me, no.. it was enveloping me. Seiryuu? His face smiled. He raised an arm and tapped my forehead. I couldn't hear his words.
I coughed, red liquid clearing my throat. Suboshi and Soi, where was she? She patted my arm, laid down all her energies spent. Amiboshi grinned, dropping his flute and hugging me close. Actually I did not even know who was hugging me, all about. I stroked whom I thought was my mate's head and sighed.
Blood collected on my robe. I rubbed my chin which had some dried blood and paint. I laughed at this, shakily. "I promised you I wouldn't paint my ace anymore right?" The ryuuseisui boy laughed too, squeezing me closely. I had made him sad and worried. The poor boy!
The rest of the seishi gathered offered us a place with them as this was not for exhausted seishi. I sat up slowly. "It is alright. We will stay with Amiboshi. And thank you." Chiriko waved at me, hugging himself and the shinzaho. We were friends. It was a beautiful gift, that I had no friends but now I gained so many. It was a sweet reward. I almost fell until Suboshi stabilzed me. We could rest at long last!