Hidden Past???
Mousse ripped the letter open. and didn't dare to take whatever was inside it out. Something inside wanted to know, but the rest still wanted to ignore it, to never find out.
He took a decision, he let gravity do the work. He turned upside down the letter and waited until something fell from it.
A folded paper fell from it, and when Mousse bended to pick it up, something else came from the letter. A photo. Mousse picked it first, and then prepared himself for whatever might be on it. or at least tried.
If anyone else but Mousse had a look at the photo, that person wouldn't be surprised at all. It looked innocent. A cute girl, was hugging a boy from the back, and a third one was at the left, leaning slightly in the other two. All of them were smiling to the camera, and looked very happy together. In the background a big shield, a strange looking sword, and a strange Chinese spear appeared.
But Mousse wasn't anyone. Mousse looked at the boy in the left, then at the girl, and finally at the middle boy, the one being hugged. and then he felt his blood freezing.
It was him.
There was no mistake. He did look a couple of years younger, but there was no question. He was wearing different clothes, and different glasses, ones that were smaller and actually did let people see his eyes, but it was him. Mousse stared at himself in that photo for what it looked an eternity. For some reason he did not want to believe the photo, that it was a fabrication, anything. Then he started to really look at the photo, not one person at a time, but as a whole.
"It seems so familiar, but. when did this happen? This place is nowhere close to the village, but I have been there .and I feel a strange sensation. from this photo. melancholy?"
Then, while looking at the photo, a tear began to form in his eye.
"Huh? Why am I crying? It feels like I miss this time, these people. but how? I don"
He was cut of by a blinding pain in his head. It felt that his head was being split from the inside. The pain was making him lose conscience, but in the meantime, an image was being formed in his mind.
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He saw himself, a couple of years younger, walking on the place of the photo, in the middle of the morning carrying a bucket of water.
"I.. Is that me?"
The Mu Tsu in the vision started to move slower, almost stealthy, and came close to someone that appeared to be sleeping. Then poured the water on that person.
"MU TSUUUUUUU!!!!!! What the heck are you doing????" a girls voice screamed. "You were sleeping on the job!" "That's no reason!!! Wait until I catch you!!!!"
Then he saw the girl from the photo about to kill his young counterpart.
After showing her his tongue, he said: "Can't catch me!" "Oohhh! Mu Tsu, you are so dead!!!" They ran and ran, until Mu Tsu let himself get caught, and she pinned him on the floor.
"You got me. What do you plan to do now?" She didn't reply, but began to come closer to him, about to kiss him.
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The vision disappeared. But it was quickly replaced by another one. "Huh? What the heck happened? Aww, I wanted to see what happened. WHAT IS THAT??!!"
Something that looked like a monastery appeared from nowhere. It was made from brick and it looked majestic on the sunrise. Inside it, a ceremony or celebration appeared.
About a hundred people were inside it, and looked very cheerful, but the emphasis was on the north wall, where a large seat was located, and an elder which looked worthy of respect was sitting. Kneeling, close to the seat of power, three young people were waiting silently. It was him and the other two kids from the photo.
The elder looked at them, and began talking to each of them. Mousse wasn't able to hear them, except for the last one, which was himself.
"And you Mu Tsu, you have also, like your friends, a section of the school, that is, Wind. You are the youngest ever to master the techniques of the Wind section, but get too cocky. You might be teaching students now, but you still have a long work to do. Don't ever forget that. "Yes Master" **********************************************************************
The vision changed again. This time, young Mu Tsu was running in the forest, in nightfall, until he reached the monastery. It was in flames. Mousse couldn't understand what happened, but the young Mu Tsu looked like he did. His young counterpart froze a second, stunned by the sight of the monastery in flames, and the screams that came from it.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mu Tsu screamed at the air, before running to the monastery.
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Again the vision changed. This time, it was complete night, under a crescent moon. Mousse saw himself, carrying the same strange looking sword from the photo. He was fighting against someone, until a spear went straight through his shoulder, which made Mu Tsu get pinned to a tree. He looked at the spear. It was different than the one in the photo, since it didn't look Chinese, but it didn't seem to matter to Mu Tsu, whether the spear was the one or not. In fact, he looked like he didn't care about the spear, although it had to be hurting like hell.
He was looking at the person who threw it.
Mousse looked at him. He didn't look familiar, but young Mu Tsu did recognize him. With a tone of bitter anger, he screamed at him. "WHY???!!! Traitor!!! Why did you do this, Mi Kou??" "Come now, Mu Tsu, stop this. Struggling will make it more painful. Stop fighting and I promise you a swift death." Mu Tsu looked at him, and while he took the spear out, he said: "No, no, NO! I will not die!, Not like this!" He took it out, and he took the sword again. " I won't die!!!" and charged against him. ***********************************************************************
"AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!" Mousse screamed. The visions were over. He was still clutching his face. He had cold sweat all over it. He was breathing fast. And he was confused. He then slipped a hand to his shoulder. The scar was there.
Mousse ripped the letter open. and didn't dare to take whatever was inside it out. Something inside wanted to know, but the rest still wanted to ignore it, to never find out.
He took a decision, he let gravity do the work. He turned upside down the letter and waited until something fell from it.
A folded paper fell from it, and when Mousse bended to pick it up, something else came from the letter. A photo. Mousse picked it first, and then prepared himself for whatever might be on it. or at least tried.
If anyone else but Mousse had a look at the photo, that person wouldn't be surprised at all. It looked innocent. A cute girl, was hugging a boy from the back, and a third one was at the left, leaning slightly in the other two. All of them were smiling to the camera, and looked very happy together. In the background a big shield, a strange looking sword, and a strange Chinese spear appeared.
But Mousse wasn't anyone. Mousse looked at the boy in the left, then at the girl, and finally at the middle boy, the one being hugged. and then he felt his blood freezing.
It was him.
There was no mistake. He did look a couple of years younger, but there was no question. He was wearing different clothes, and different glasses, ones that were smaller and actually did let people see his eyes, but it was him. Mousse stared at himself in that photo for what it looked an eternity. For some reason he did not want to believe the photo, that it was a fabrication, anything. Then he started to really look at the photo, not one person at a time, but as a whole.
"It seems so familiar, but. when did this happen? This place is nowhere close to the village, but I have been there .and I feel a strange sensation. from this photo. melancholy?"
Then, while looking at the photo, a tear began to form in his eye.
"Huh? Why am I crying? It feels like I miss this time, these people. but how? I don"
He was cut of by a blinding pain in his head. It felt that his head was being split from the inside. The pain was making him lose conscience, but in the meantime, an image was being formed in his mind.
***********************************************************************
He saw himself, a couple of years younger, walking on the place of the photo, in the middle of the morning carrying a bucket of water.
"I.. Is that me?"
The Mu Tsu in the vision started to move slower, almost stealthy, and came close to someone that appeared to be sleeping. Then poured the water on that person.
"MU TSUUUUUUU!!!!!! What the heck are you doing????" a girls voice screamed. "You were sleeping on the job!" "That's no reason!!! Wait until I catch you!!!!"
Then he saw the girl from the photo about to kill his young counterpart.
After showing her his tongue, he said: "Can't catch me!" "Oohhh! Mu Tsu, you are so dead!!!" They ran and ran, until Mu Tsu let himself get caught, and she pinned him on the floor.
"You got me. What do you plan to do now?" She didn't reply, but began to come closer to him, about to kiss him.
**********************************************************************
The vision disappeared. But it was quickly replaced by another one. "Huh? What the heck happened? Aww, I wanted to see what happened. WHAT IS THAT??!!"
Something that looked like a monastery appeared from nowhere. It was made from brick and it looked majestic on the sunrise. Inside it, a ceremony or celebration appeared.
About a hundred people were inside it, and looked very cheerful, but the emphasis was on the north wall, where a large seat was located, and an elder which looked worthy of respect was sitting. Kneeling, close to the seat of power, three young people were waiting silently. It was him and the other two kids from the photo.
The elder looked at them, and began talking to each of them. Mousse wasn't able to hear them, except for the last one, which was himself.
"And you Mu Tsu, you have also, like your friends, a section of the school, that is, Wind. You are the youngest ever to master the techniques of the Wind section, but get too cocky. You might be teaching students now, but you still have a long work to do. Don't ever forget that. "Yes Master" **********************************************************************
The vision changed again. This time, young Mu Tsu was running in the forest, in nightfall, until he reached the monastery. It was in flames. Mousse couldn't understand what happened, but the young Mu Tsu looked like he did. His young counterpart froze a second, stunned by the sight of the monastery in flames, and the screams that came from it.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mu Tsu screamed at the air, before running to the monastery.
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Again the vision changed. This time, it was complete night, under a crescent moon. Mousse saw himself, carrying the same strange looking sword from the photo. He was fighting against someone, until a spear went straight through his shoulder, which made Mu Tsu get pinned to a tree. He looked at the spear. It was different than the one in the photo, since it didn't look Chinese, but it didn't seem to matter to Mu Tsu, whether the spear was the one or not. In fact, he looked like he didn't care about the spear, although it had to be hurting like hell.
He was looking at the person who threw it.
Mousse looked at him. He didn't look familiar, but young Mu Tsu did recognize him. With a tone of bitter anger, he screamed at him. "WHY???!!! Traitor!!! Why did you do this, Mi Kou??" "Come now, Mu Tsu, stop this. Struggling will make it more painful. Stop fighting and I promise you a swift death." Mu Tsu looked at him, and while he took the spear out, he said: "No, no, NO! I will not die!, Not like this!" He took it out, and he took the sword again. " I won't die!!!" and charged against him. ***********************************************************************
"AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!" Mousse screamed. The visions were over. He was still clutching his face. He had cold sweat all over it. He was breathing fast. And he was confused. He then slipped a hand to his shoulder. The scar was there.