A Part of Me
[Sumeragi] Sui
Summary: A ficlet representing a [the] sakura tree's perspective.
Warnings and Disclaimers: Clean, and sakura trees don't necessarily belong to CLAMP, although I guess the sakura tree does.
Notes:
This isn't as much an actual X fanfic as it is just a very, very weird POV fic.
Cheesy as it sounds, I was inspired to write this from a – writer's block from all my other fics [-_-] and one of those lame journal prompts in English. The topic was "Imagine if you were a tree", blah blah blah. I didn't have much time to write much, so I wrote a short paragraph about being a sakura. Still, I'd like to elaborate; sakura are my life. ^-^ I've been declared the Gay Sakura Prince [um, yes, I'm female -.-;] and the Sakurazukamori of this dimension [as opposed to the CLAMP dimension!] I reprimand my friends whenever they pluck blossoms from the sakura at school, and I have a sakura in my backyard. Anyway, enough dendrophilism rambling. Enjoy, although it's weird. ^-^
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There was not much comfort in the atmosphere of her own petals. Every day one of those miserable humans plucked her blossoms, and she cried, groaned, but in the end… she was voiceless. Bound and limited by her own stature, all she could do was provide oxygen for those things, those human beings that gave not a care to her. Every flower plucked was like a hair pulled from her head, a magnificent head of soft pink petals… but if every single person pulled a hair… wouldn't she end up hairless?
There was one person who loved her, or at least cared for her. But it was only of obedience and sheer acquiescence to his—or her—bloodline. The current Sakurazukamori was a melancholy man called Sumeragi Subaru. Unfortunately, this boy was "too nice" to kill anybody… so she lay hungry… hungry… hungry… Hungry for the flesh of her own killers, people who killed parts of her away…
The previous Sakurazukamori was compliant. But he chose a horrible successor, one incompetent enough to let her wither away, even with the amount of magical backlash that he suffered because of it.
At this rate, she was going to die.
It was inevitable. Cherry blossom trees didn't last too long, she wasn't as strong as something else, like redwood, nor was she as grand. She was just there so that the wretched humans could eat her away, so that she could die, even after all she'd done for them. Providing oxygen, for their lives, shelter, aesthetic enjoyment…
It disgusted herself how she could live on, herself, when those ungrateful people could mutilate her of their own will. She could not protest. She could not do anything. Constrained to her own domain, she was powerless against things, ugly revolting creatures that came millions of years after her. She was hopeless and any attempts otherwise were useless, futile, absolutely fruitless.
Because… she was a Tree.
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It's not me… it's the tree.
I can hear it, their voices, the voices of the trees, the cries of the insects and the flowers. They're in pain, they're crying.
Not a bad thing, to pave new roads.
Not a bad thing, to build new buildings.
But they forget the lives of the ones before them… the trees… just because they are voiceless, they can be killed at a whim by a species still new to the world and already destroying…
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