(Author's note: forgive me if any character is sounding "Mary-Sue" but if you read the original this particular myth, the leading lady is a "Mary-Sue".. Actually, a lot of girls in fairy tales are "Mary-Sue's" aren't they? And forgive me for not updating in a while.. It seems as though writer's block likes me and wants to be with me for a loooonnnggg while.. And school sucks.)
Life's Work, A Son's Love pt. 5
Kurama rode through the falling snow the cold flakes freezing his skin turning its cream color into a soft blue as crystals of ice froze to his long red mane. He shivered his teeth chattering loudly. He looked to the metal horse continue walking slowly through the thick storm seemingly unaffected by the blizzard around them. 'Lucky horse,' he thought quietly. 'It's so cold.'
Slowly, as hours and days seemed to pass in seconds, his body aching with frozen pain, Kurama looked up and watched as the stormy night sky slowly disappeared revealing the first of warm morning rays. His frozen legs kicked the metal horse in the racing gallop into the rising sun's warmth.
Quickly, as the sun rose high into the morning sky, the ice thawed warming Kurama's body as he stared in awe at a large mountain seemingly glowing with the sun's golden aura. He led the horse to a winding mountain path leading to a large red, green, gold and Asian style mansion overlooking the green valleys, the fiery fields, and the icy seas. He galloped the horse quickly up the spiraling and steep mountain path the horse's metal hooves clanking loudly as Kurama rode. Quickly, he reached the top as two large and imposing guards looked down on him.
"Please," Kurama began kindly. "I have come to take back my mother's tapestry.. May I enter?"
The guards shot each other a look and nodded as they silently opened the doors. Kurama de-mounted his horse and slowly entered the large mansion. He jaw dropped as his green eyes went wide as he stared at the ornate mansion surrounding him. His bare feet softly squeaked as he stepped onto a large marble foyer filled with long lacquered credenzas as mother of pear Chinese women danced on the dark painted wood. Large Asian vases filled with roses sat quietly on the credenzas as a large mirror stood behind them seemingly enlarging the room. Above him, a large Chinese chandelier hung its soft orange light falling to the floor. He walked passed hallways filled with fine and rich furniture leading to endless rooms and lined with large tapestries. He walked as he heard the loud clicking and clacking of weaving looms. Quickly, Kurama ran towards the sound hoping to find his mother's tapestry.
He burst through a large wooden door and watched as a large room filled with beautiful fairies busily weaving opened to him. On a far wall, he saw it. 'Mother's tapestry,' he thought happily as he walked through the crowd of women towards his mother's work. Slowly, he reached up to take it back unaware of a young fairies shocked gaze.
"Stop!" a young girl's voice cried making Kurama and the other fairies look up.
He turned and watched awed as a beautiful woman wearing a long strapless dark blue gown shining with silver roses, a light green and pink sash, and light blue slippers ran up to him the long large bell-sleeved light blue robe-like jacket ran up to him. Her long light blue hair, streaked with green and white and pink flowers, styled ornately into loops and twists with long pink ribbons, and pink shawl flew as she ran her white wings fluttering. (Author's note: think of Miaka's miko robe from Fushigi Yuugi for an image, if you don't know Fushigi Yuugi let me know, and I'll send a pic.)
"Please," she began as she rushed to Kurama's side making all the other fairies stare. "Don't take this tapestry."
"You and my brother's have stolen it from my mother!" Kurama argued angrily. "My mother has poured her whole life into making it.. Without it she'll die."
The small girl's silver eyes looked up to him and watched as his soft green eyes grew hard and cold.
"Please," the small girl pleaded her eyes shining longingly up to Kurama's green ones. "I can understand.. But it is a beautiful tapestry.. We found it on our mountain one day, and we knew we had to make copies for ourselves.. I am almost done with mine.. Once I am finished the others can copy off mine.. Please.. I only need it for a few more days."
Kurama stared deep into her silver eyes and quietly sighed as he watched her longing dance in their silver depths.
"Very well," he replied softly. "But once you are done.. You give it to me.. Understood?"
The fairy nodded as she continued to stare deep into the red-haired man's eyes. 'How handsome,' she thought quietly. Quickly, she turned away blushing brightly unaware of the other fairies stares.
"Hey Keiko, Cristy," another blue haired fairy in a pink kimono with mischievously shining pink eyes said as she watched the scene before her. "Kizna has never acted like this before has she?"
A browned haired girl with brown eyes and soft yellow and blue wings wearing a blue and yellow kimono and a black haired girl with red gold eyes in a black kimono and blood red wings turned towards the other fairy.
"Nope," Keiko whispered back softly her brown eyes shining curiously. "Botan.. I believe you're right."
Keiko and Botan giggled.
Kizna looked up as she heard Keiko and Botan's soft giggling. Her blush grew darker.
"I'll get right to work on my tapestry," she said softly her back turned from Kurama's curious gaze.
"No!" he cried suddenly as he grabbed her hand making her gasp softly as the giggles abruptly stopped. "There's no rush.. Don't worry."
'What are you doing?' a voice in Kurama's mind softly whispered. 'You need mother's tapestry.. She'll die if you don't get it back to her.' 'I know,' he whispered back to the voice. 'I have no idea what came over me.'
"Tell me," he began softly. "What is your name?"
"Call me Kizna," she replied softly.
"And call me Kurama," he whispered as he nodded.
A soft and dazed look shaded his emerald eyes. Slowly, he felt Kizna's hand leave his as an unknown and unfamiliar emptiness crept up to his side.
Kizna walked up to a small gong hanging idly in a corner and banged the mallet on its gold surface loudly the ringing echoing through the mansion. Two young maids entered the room.
"Yes ma'am?" one maid asked.
"Bring our guest a bath and new clothes," Kizna began kindly softly smiling. "He's come a long way."
The maids nodded and left the room as she sat down at her loom and began to work.
Slowly, Keiko, Cristy, and Botan stood from their looms and walked to Kizna's side. Kizna looked up nervously as she watched three widely grinning faces look down on her.
"Girls?" she began nervously as she looked around the three faces her hands still weaving. "Can I help you?"
The girls' grins grew wider. Kizna sweat-dropped a light blush staining her cheeks.
"Come on Kizna," Botan began eagerly. "You can tell us.. Do you like him?"
Kizna's eyes went wide.
"What?" she began in a denying voice. "Of course not.. I am the head weaver.. I have no time for love."
"Kizna," Keiko began as she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Everyone has time for love."
She watched as the three other fairies walked away giggling as her friend's words rung in her mind. 'Everyone has time for love,' she thought quietly as she turned towards a distance wall where Kurama stood watching her.
Soft emerald depths locked with curious silvers as the world around them suddenly stopped and disappeared in retreating into a starlit fantasia. Slowly, Kurama made his way over to her his soft eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, he kneeled by her side.
Their reverie was broken as they looked up to embarrassedly coughing maids holding a large metal bath tub steaming with water and fine white clothes in their hands.
"Uh..." began one maid. "Madam.. The bath is ready."
Kizna blushed.
"Yes.." Kizna replied slowly blushing. "You may take him now."
The maids nodded and placed the metal bath tub to a corner of the room and surrounded it with a screen. Quickly, they walked to Kurama's side and pulled him behind the screen. Soft embarrassed cries echoed through the large room as three shadowed figures stood behind the screen tearing a young man's clothes from his lean and strong body as Kizna and the others watched.
"Th-th-this isn't necessary," Kurama cried embarrassed as the maids continued to rip his clothes off.
The maids continued their ministrations not listening to their guest.
Kizna and the others watched as the two maids walked out softly giggling and whispering to themselves.
"Madam is very lucky," the first maid whispered. "Her guest is very.. Blessed."
The other maid nodded as they walked out of the room giggling. (Author's note: I pray I don't have to explain what they're talking about.. You should get it.. Kurama fans.. That's all the detail you'll get.)
Kizna blushed as she heard Botan, Keiko, and Cristy's giggles and whispers. She sighed.
Kurama walked out from behind the screen his long red locks shining with water his tanned skinned lightly blushed from the heat the white tunic left for him by the maids flowing gently around him the simple white shoes quietly tapping. Kizna blushed as she turned away her focus on the tapestry fading as she continued working through the afternoon under Kurama's soft piercing gaze.
As a table lantern's soft light shined down on her, she stood and walked to a window looking into the star-filled sky as the fire of the Field of Flames crackled and the icy waves of the Koorime sloshed on the cliffs. She turned as she heard soft footfalls behind her.
"Are you done with my mother's tapestry?" Kurama asked softly as he walked to her side.
Kizna looked up and deep into his soft green eyes as she nodded smiling softly.
"You may take it in the morning," she said quietly as she turned into the dark weaving room behind her as she sighed. "I must work too much.. We're the only ones here."
"Thank you," Kurama said softly.
"Your mother must mean much to you," Kizna said quietly turning back to the window and looking deep into the night sky.
Kurama turned and stared with her.
"She does," Kurama replied. "She's done what takes two parents to do alone and all by herself."
Kizna turned and softly listened.
"My father died many years ago when my brothers an I were still young," he said quietly. "When she found this tapestry, she just.. Seemed to pour her life into it.. I couldn't let her live without her happiness."
Kizna nodded softly understanding.
"I understand," she said softly. "Everyone deserves to be happy just before they die."
Kurama nodded small tears welling in his eyes.
"Come," she began softly smiling as she took his hand motioning for him to follow. "Walk with me.. It's an evening of roses.. Let us go out to the grove."**
They walked through the large mansion and out into a large starlit and moon-filled garden filled with white and red roses as a wind of roses, myrrh, incense, and fragrant spices blew around them. Kizna closed her silver eyes as the white and red rose petals billowed around them sending the ribbons and her robes flying. Quietly, Kurama watched seeming falling deeper into love. Kurama pulled her close as Kizna felt strong gentle arms surround her as she locked Kurama's green eyes in a deep gaze.
'Let me whisper you a song, secretly,' his mind whispered. 'A song.. Of love.' Slowly, he lifted her chin and locked her in a deep kiss as the wind of roses softly blew around them.
(Author's Note:
** Part of the dialog/description is from a Hebrew song called "Erev Shel Shoshan Nim".. If you could hear/sing it you would find it very, very, very pretty and romantic, but here's the English version:
Evening of roses,
Let us go out to the grove
Myrrh, fragrant spices, and incense
Are a threshold for your feet.
Chorus:
Night falls slowly,
And a wind of roses is blowing.
Let me whisper you a song, secretly
A song of love
Verse 2:
Dawn, a dove is cooing,
And your head is filled with dew.
Your mouth is a rose unto the morning.
I will pick it for myself.
Chorus
Isn't it romantic?)
Life's Work, A Son's Love pt. 5
Kurama rode through the falling snow the cold flakes freezing his skin turning its cream color into a soft blue as crystals of ice froze to his long red mane. He shivered his teeth chattering loudly. He looked to the metal horse continue walking slowly through the thick storm seemingly unaffected by the blizzard around them. 'Lucky horse,' he thought quietly. 'It's so cold.'
Slowly, as hours and days seemed to pass in seconds, his body aching with frozen pain, Kurama looked up and watched as the stormy night sky slowly disappeared revealing the first of warm morning rays. His frozen legs kicked the metal horse in the racing gallop into the rising sun's warmth.
Quickly, as the sun rose high into the morning sky, the ice thawed warming Kurama's body as he stared in awe at a large mountain seemingly glowing with the sun's golden aura. He led the horse to a winding mountain path leading to a large red, green, gold and Asian style mansion overlooking the green valleys, the fiery fields, and the icy seas. He galloped the horse quickly up the spiraling and steep mountain path the horse's metal hooves clanking loudly as Kurama rode. Quickly, he reached the top as two large and imposing guards looked down on him.
"Please," Kurama began kindly. "I have come to take back my mother's tapestry.. May I enter?"
The guards shot each other a look and nodded as they silently opened the doors. Kurama de-mounted his horse and slowly entered the large mansion. He jaw dropped as his green eyes went wide as he stared at the ornate mansion surrounding him. His bare feet softly squeaked as he stepped onto a large marble foyer filled with long lacquered credenzas as mother of pear Chinese women danced on the dark painted wood. Large Asian vases filled with roses sat quietly on the credenzas as a large mirror stood behind them seemingly enlarging the room. Above him, a large Chinese chandelier hung its soft orange light falling to the floor. He walked passed hallways filled with fine and rich furniture leading to endless rooms and lined with large tapestries. He walked as he heard the loud clicking and clacking of weaving looms. Quickly, Kurama ran towards the sound hoping to find his mother's tapestry.
He burst through a large wooden door and watched as a large room filled with beautiful fairies busily weaving opened to him. On a far wall, he saw it. 'Mother's tapestry,' he thought happily as he walked through the crowd of women towards his mother's work. Slowly, he reached up to take it back unaware of a young fairies shocked gaze.
"Stop!" a young girl's voice cried making Kurama and the other fairies look up.
He turned and watched awed as a beautiful woman wearing a long strapless dark blue gown shining with silver roses, a light green and pink sash, and light blue slippers ran up to him the long large bell-sleeved light blue robe-like jacket ran up to him. Her long light blue hair, streaked with green and white and pink flowers, styled ornately into loops and twists with long pink ribbons, and pink shawl flew as she ran her white wings fluttering. (Author's note: think of Miaka's miko robe from Fushigi Yuugi for an image, if you don't know Fushigi Yuugi let me know, and I'll send a pic.)
"Please," she began as she rushed to Kurama's side making all the other fairies stare. "Don't take this tapestry."
"You and my brother's have stolen it from my mother!" Kurama argued angrily. "My mother has poured her whole life into making it.. Without it she'll die."
The small girl's silver eyes looked up to him and watched as his soft green eyes grew hard and cold.
"Please," the small girl pleaded her eyes shining longingly up to Kurama's green ones. "I can understand.. But it is a beautiful tapestry.. We found it on our mountain one day, and we knew we had to make copies for ourselves.. I am almost done with mine.. Once I am finished the others can copy off mine.. Please.. I only need it for a few more days."
Kurama stared deep into her silver eyes and quietly sighed as he watched her longing dance in their silver depths.
"Very well," he replied softly. "But once you are done.. You give it to me.. Understood?"
The fairy nodded as she continued to stare deep into the red-haired man's eyes. 'How handsome,' she thought quietly. Quickly, she turned away blushing brightly unaware of the other fairies stares.
"Hey Keiko, Cristy," another blue haired fairy in a pink kimono with mischievously shining pink eyes said as she watched the scene before her. "Kizna has never acted like this before has she?"
A browned haired girl with brown eyes and soft yellow and blue wings wearing a blue and yellow kimono and a black haired girl with red gold eyes in a black kimono and blood red wings turned towards the other fairy.
"Nope," Keiko whispered back softly her brown eyes shining curiously. "Botan.. I believe you're right."
Keiko and Botan giggled.
Kizna looked up as she heard Keiko and Botan's soft giggling. Her blush grew darker.
"I'll get right to work on my tapestry," she said softly her back turned from Kurama's curious gaze.
"No!" he cried suddenly as he grabbed her hand making her gasp softly as the giggles abruptly stopped. "There's no rush.. Don't worry."
'What are you doing?' a voice in Kurama's mind softly whispered. 'You need mother's tapestry.. She'll die if you don't get it back to her.' 'I know,' he whispered back to the voice. 'I have no idea what came over me.'
"Tell me," he began softly. "What is your name?"
"Call me Kizna," she replied softly.
"And call me Kurama," he whispered as he nodded.
A soft and dazed look shaded his emerald eyes. Slowly, he felt Kizna's hand leave his as an unknown and unfamiliar emptiness crept up to his side.
Kizna walked up to a small gong hanging idly in a corner and banged the mallet on its gold surface loudly the ringing echoing through the mansion. Two young maids entered the room.
"Yes ma'am?" one maid asked.
"Bring our guest a bath and new clothes," Kizna began kindly softly smiling. "He's come a long way."
The maids nodded and left the room as she sat down at her loom and began to work.
Slowly, Keiko, Cristy, and Botan stood from their looms and walked to Kizna's side. Kizna looked up nervously as she watched three widely grinning faces look down on her.
"Girls?" she began nervously as she looked around the three faces her hands still weaving. "Can I help you?"
The girls' grins grew wider. Kizna sweat-dropped a light blush staining her cheeks.
"Come on Kizna," Botan began eagerly. "You can tell us.. Do you like him?"
Kizna's eyes went wide.
"What?" she began in a denying voice. "Of course not.. I am the head weaver.. I have no time for love."
"Kizna," Keiko began as she placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Everyone has time for love."
She watched as the three other fairies walked away giggling as her friend's words rung in her mind. 'Everyone has time for love,' she thought quietly as she turned towards a distance wall where Kurama stood watching her.
Soft emerald depths locked with curious silvers as the world around them suddenly stopped and disappeared in retreating into a starlit fantasia. Slowly, Kurama made his way over to her his soft eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, he kneeled by her side.
Their reverie was broken as they looked up to embarrassedly coughing maids holding a large metal bath tub steaming with water and fine white clothes in their hands.
"Uh..." began one maid. "Madam.. The bath is ready."
Kizna blushed.
"Yes.." Kizna replied slowly blushing. "You may take him now."
The maids nodded and placed the metal bath tub to a corner of the room and surrounded it with a screen. Quickly, they walked to Kurama's side and pulled him behind the screen. Soft embarrassed cries echoed through the large room as three shadowed figures stood behind the screen tearing a young man's clothes from his lean and strong body as Kizna and the others watched.
"Th-th-this isn't necessary," Kurama cried embarrassed as the maids continued to rip his clothes off.
The maids continued their ministrations not listening to their guest.
Kizna and the others watched as the two maids walked out softly giggling and whispering to themselves.
"Madam is very lucky," the first maid whispered. "Her guest is very.. Blessed."
The other maid nodded as they walked out of the room giggling. (Author's note: I pray I don't have to explain what they're talking about.. You should get it.. Kurama fans.. That's all the detail you'll get.)
Kizna blushed as she heard Botan, Keiko, and Cristy's giggles and whispers. She sighed.
Kurama walked out from behind the screen his long red locks shining with water his tanned skinned lightly blushed from the heat the white tunic left for him by the maids flowing gently around him the simple white shoes quietly tapping. Kizna blushed as she turned away her focus on the tapestry fading as she continued working through the afternoon under Kurama's soft piercing gaze.
As a table lantern's soft light shined down on her, she stood and walked to a window looking into the star-filled sky as the fire of the Field of Flames crackled and the icy waves of the Koorime sloshed on the cliffs. She turned as she heard soft footfalls behind her.
"Are you done with my mother's tapestry?" Kurama asked softly as he walked to her side.
Kizna looked up and deep into his soft green eyes as she nodded smiling softly.
"You may take it in the morning," she said quietly as she turned into the dark weaving room behind her as she sighed. "I must work too much.. We're the only ones here."
"Thank you," Kurama said softly.
"Your mother must mean much to you," Kizna said quietly turning back to the window and looking deep into the night sky.
Kurama turned and stared with her.
"She does," Kurama replied. "She's done what takes two parents to do alone and all by herself."
Kizna turned and softly listened.
"My father died many years ago when my brothers an I were still young," he said quietly. "When she found this tapestry, she just.. Seemed to pour her life into it.. I couldn't let her live without her happiness."
Kizna nodded softly understanding.
"I understand," she said softly. "Everyone deserves to be happy just before they die."
Kurama nodded small tears welling in his eyes.
"Come," she began softly smiling as she took his hand motioning for him to follow. "Walk with me.. It's an evening of roses.. Let us go out to the grove."**
They walked through the large mansion and out into a large starlit and moon-filled garden filled with white and red roses as a wind of roses, myrrh, incense, and fragrant spices blew around them. Kizna closed her silver eyes as the white and red rose petals billowed around them sending the ribbons and her robes flying. Quietly, Kurama watched seeming falling deeper into love. Kurama pulled her close as Kizna felt strong gentle arms surround her as she locked Kurama's green eyes in a deep gaze.
'Let me whisper you a song, secretly,' his mind whispered. 'A song.. Of love.' Slowly, he lifted her chin and locked her in a deep kiss as the wind of roses softly blew around them.
(Author's Note:
** Part of the dialog/description is from a Hebrew song called "Erev Shel Shoshan Nim".. If you could hear/sing it you would find it very, very, very pretty and romantic, but here's the English version:
Evening of roses,
Let us go out to the grove
Myrrh, fragrant spices, and incense
Are a threshold for your feet.
Chorus:
Night falls slowly,
And a wind of roses is blowing.
Let me whisper you a song, secretly
A song of love
Verse 2:
Dawn, a dove is cooing,
And your head is filled with dew.
Your mouth is a rose unto the morning.
I will pick it for myself.
Chorus
Isn't it romantic?)