[RE- EDITED]
April 20, 2004
Chapter II: The Man Of The Palace
*Love? Hmmm... If mother loves us, why did she have to leave us?* Taka thought. He stopped walking and memories slowly flooded his mind.
- Past two years...-
"Mother, mother... Please hang on... Please..."
"Taka, take care of your father and your brothers and sisters. I don't have any more time left to be with all of you. I want to be with you... longer, as much as what you want me to, but... my body is failing me."
"Mother, please don't say that. You'll never leave us right? Right mother?" Taka said while holding her mother's hand.
"Taka... don't forget that I really... really love you all. You're the eldest so you should take part of the responsibilities of your father. Love your father, and your brothers and sisters as much as I love them, even more. Lastly..."
"Mother... Please don't talk like that."
"Taka, kiss me goodbye for them... I love you..."
The hold of Taka's mother loosened from him. His mother's limp hand fell from his grasp. Taka doubtedly looked at his mother's face.
*No... it can't be... this is just some kind of a horrid dream. It can't be...*
"It can't be true... Mother!" Taka yelled. Tears are seeping from his eyes as he embraces his mother's lifeless body.
"Mama...!" Taka's brother's and sisters yelled while crying.
"You... said... Y-you said you love us. Why do you need to leave us after all?"
- Present...-
Tears trailed Taka's cheek while remembering the day her mother died.
"Why?" Taka whispered as he wiped his tears. He continued walking through the corridor as Tasuki saw him.
"Taka..." Tasuki said and tapped Taka's shoulder. "What's up?"
"As usual... I'm going to get some of Anzai's clothes for my disguise." Taka answered, and then pinched Tasuki's cheeks.
"Ouch... That hurts. You always do that." Tasuki said, complaining, while touching his cheek.
"Of course. It's my friendly gesture for you, friend." Taka said, smiling teasingly.
"Friendly gesture? It's your friendly gesture since we're still kids and my cheeks are already aching for almost twelve years. We're now seventeen and you still never changed your friendly gesture."
Taka and Tasuki are friends for twelve years. Tasuki is the youngest son of the emperor of ?, (I don't know the name of the mountain where Tasuki lives in the series.) He has two older brothers and an older sister. They've met in a festival when they are still five years old.
"Do you want me to change it? Then, next time, it will be a punch." Taka said, laughing, while continuing walking, Tasuki following him.
"There's nothing funny." Tasuki stopped Taka and motioned him to face him. He then pinched Taka's cheeks.
"Ouch... That..." Taka said.
"hurts..." Tasuki said chuckling.
"Fine. Now it's fair. So, why are you here?" Taka said while entering Anzai's chamber.
"Base from the tone of your voice, it seems that you don't like me coming here. I just came here to visit you and your brothers and sisters. I'm bored in the palace; I'm just sleeping, eating, doing nothing more, etcetera etcetera..."
"I'm just joking. You know what?, I envy you because you can go whenever, wherever you want to. You don't need to worry about your father being angry at you. Look, I still need to borrow Anzai's clothes just to be able to go to the city. I'm a prisoner here in this..."
"so called "jail cell" for you, right?" Tasuki interrupted. He really knows Taka very well, his personality, the way his mind works, and his point of views.
"And I'm tired of it." Taka said, holding Anzai's clothes. He began walking to the door.
"I'm lucky." Tasuki said.
"Yes, you're lucky and I'm not. Well, I have to go to my chamber to dress. I got to go, buddy."
"Alright." Tasuki said. Both of them leaved Anzai's chamber.
"By the way, why don't you stay here for supper? My brothers and sisters will be delighted to have you with us." Taka said.
"That's what I'm planning to. Well, go now buddy. Someone might see you sneak out of here... again."
"Right. Bye." Taka turned around to go to his chamber, leaving Tasuki.
"He never changes..." Tasuki whispered.
- Miaka, on her way home...-
She passes by the stream near their hut. The stream, sentimental and special for her. It became the witness, of her special childhood memory...
"I wonder where that boy could be now." Miaka said to herself while looking at the stream. She hopped off the horse and motioned it to a big tree at the side of the pathway. She tied the rail on a thick branch and sat below the shades, folding her legs with her arms.
"Maybe I could stay here for a while." Miaka said, looking at a beautiful view. The stream's water is sparkling like a flood of diamonds, the mountains beyond, and lush trees lining its borders.
She can still remember the face of the boy, especially his eyes, those dark eyes...
"I want to see him... again... But I think that's impossible. It's been ten years since then..." Miaka said, sighing.
-Taka, on his chamber...-
*It's been ten years when I last saw her. Will it be possible to see her again?* Taka thought while dressing up.
"Nah. Why is she bothering my thoughts? It's been a long time and it doesn't matter to me anymore. All I have to do now is enjoy in the city." Taka said to himself.
He walked out of the door and carefully walked through the corridors to the gate at the back of the palace and successfully escaped.
A/N: Gosh... I'm losing ideas... Well, I think I need some more brainstorming. I'm not that good in writing stories and I can't even write so long, very long... chapters. Next chapter is Remembering...
April 20, 2004
Chapter II: The Man Of The Palace
*Love? Hmmm... If mother loves us, why did she have to leave us?* Taka thought. He stopped walking and memories slowly flooded his mind.
- Past two years...-
"Mother, mother... Please hang on... Please..."
"Taka, take care of your father and your brothers and sisters. I don't have any more time left to be with all of you. I want to be with you... longer, as much as what you want me to, but... my body is failing me."
"Mother, please don't say that. You'll never leave us right? Right mother?" Taka said while holding her mother's hand.
"Taka... don't forget that I really... really love you all. You're the eldest so you should take part of the responsibilities of your father. Love your father, and your brothers and sisters as much as I love them, even more. Lastly..."
"Mother... Please don't talk like that."
"Taka, kiss me goodbye for them... I love you..."
The hold of Taka's mother loosened from him. His mother's limp hand fell from his grasp. Taka doubtedly looked at his mother's face.
*No... it can't be... this is just some kind of a horrid dream. It can't be...*
"It can't be true... Mother!" Taka yelled. Tears are seeping from his eyes as he embraces his mother's lifeless body.
"Mama...!" Taka's brother's and sisters yelled while crying.
"You... said... Y-you said you love us. Why do you need to leave us after all?"
- Present...-
Tears trailed Taka's cheek while remembering the day her mother died.
"Why?" Taka whispered as he wiped his tears. He continued walking through the corridor as Tasuki saw him.
"Taka..." Tasuki said and tapped Taka's shoulder. "What's up?"
"As usual... I'm going to get some of Anzai's clothes for my disguise." Taka answered, and then pinched Tasuki's cheeks.
"Ouch... That hurts. You always do that." Tasuki said, complaining, while touching his cheek.
"Of course. It's my friendly gesture for you, friend." Taka said, smiling teasingly.
"Friendly gesture? It's your friendly gesture since we're still kids and my cheeks are already aching for almost twelve years. We're now seventeen and you still never changed your friendly gesture."
Taka and Tasuki are friends for twelve years. Tasuki is the youngest son of the emperor of ?, (I don't know the name of the mountain where Tasuki lives in the series.) He has two older brothers and an older sister. They've met in a festival when they are still five years old.
"Do you want me to change it? Then, next time, it will be a punch." Taka said, laughing, while continuing walking, Tasuki following him.
"There's nothing funny." Tasuki stopped Taka and motioned him to face him. He then pinched Taka's cheeks.
"Ouch... That..." Taka said.
"hurts..." Tasuki said chuckling.
"Fine. Now it's fair. So, why are you here?" Taka said while entering Anzai's chamber.
"Base from the tone of your voice, it seems that you don't like me coming here. I just came here to visit you and your brothers and sisters. I'm bored in the palace; I'm just sleeping, eating, doing nothing more, etcetera etcetera..."
"I'm just joking. You know what?, I envy you because you can go whenever, wherever you want to. You don't need to worry about your father being angry at you. Look, I still need to borrow Anzai's clothes just to be able to go to the city. I'm a prisoner here in this..."
"so called "jail cell" for you, right?" Tasuki interrupted. He really knows Taka very well, his personality, the way his mind works, and his point of views.
"And I'm tired of it." Taka said, holding Anzai's clothes. He began walking to the door.
"I'm lucky." Tasuki said.
"Yes, you're lucky and I'm not. Well, I have to go to my chamber to dress. I got to go, buddy."
"Alright." Tasuki said. Both of them leaved Anzai's chamber.
"By the way, why don't you stay here for supper? My brothers and sisters will be delighted to have you with us." Taka said.
"That's what I'm planning to. Well, go now buddy. Someone might see you sneak out of here... again."
"Right. Bye." Taka turned around to go to his chamber, leaving Tasuki.
"He never changes..." Tasuki whispered.
- Miaka, on her way home...-
She passes by the stream near their hut. The stream, sentimental and special for her. It became the witness, of her special childhood memory...
"I wonder where that boy could be now." Miaka said to herself while looking at the stream. She hopped off the horse and motioned it to a big tree at the side of the pathway. She tied the rail on a thick branch and sat below the shades, folding her legs with her arms.
"Maybe I could stay here for a while." Miaka said, looking at a beautiful view. The stream's water is sparkling like a flood of diamonds, the mountains beyond, and lush trees lining its borders.
She can still remember the face of the boy, especially his eyes, those dark eyes...
"I want to see him... again... But I think that's impossible. It's been ten years since then..." Miaka said, sighing.
-Taka, on his chamber...-
*It's been ten years when I last saw her. Will it be possible to see her again?* Taka thought while dressing up.
"Nah. Why is she bothering my thoughts? It's been a long time and it doesn't matter to me anymore. All I have to do now is enjoy in the city." Taka said to himself.
He walked out of the door and carefully walked through the corridors to the gate at the back of the palace and successfully escaped.
A/N: Gosh... I'm losing ideas... Well, I think I need some more brainstorming. I'm not that good in writing stories and I can't even write so long, very long... chapters. Next chapter is Remembering...