Title: The Philosopher's Wish
Theme: Set #2 Theme #62-- Wish
Genre: Drama/Introspective
Character: Jakotsu
Word Count: 436
Rating: PG
Summary: We are all wiser than we seem.
On the outside, he might have seemed nothing more than a simple man. Innocent or twisted with lust, either way- he wasn't anything spectacular when it came to intellect. He couldn't count, but never really desired to try. And writing was never something he fancied to learn. To most, he might seem only battle-smart.; a warrior's mind having the tactical advantage of strategy. But in the deep recesses of his mind, in the darkness of his subconscious thoughts, he truly was a profound and wise philosopher on life and the perils in it.
"Make a wish," a warm voice told him; a shooting star blazing its way across the sky.
"Any wish?" He asked; voice filled with child-like wonder.
"Anything your heart desires."
Closing his eyes in thought, he consulted the philosopher on the precise wish that should be made.
And the philosopher, in his infinite wisdom, bestowed the answer upon him.
I wish for love. For it is something more valuable than gold or any other riches. Love, that inner strength stronger than the strongest of armies. Love, that thing which is harder to master than the most intricate of swords.
Yes, love.
I wish for pure love, true love, undying love. I want not of those false loves. Of lust-born love; that ill-begotten, vile, twisted possession that forgets the heart and thinks only of the pleasures of the body. Of unrequited love; those bitter-hearted feelings that chain you to one who will never even give you a second glance. Those loves are not for me, although I do fall prey to them as many times as people fall prey to my sword.
I wish for love blessed to be forever. A love graced with a beautiful understanding. A love that trusts even when one or the other wanders astray by pulls of an evil love.
This love that I wish for, this heart's desire; would be bound by a red-thread so strong, that it could never be broken.
It might seem too simple a request or too precise a demand- but that is my wish. A wish for love.
"Did you make your wish yet?" Bankotsu's voice hesitantly intervened; his head cocked slightly to the side in curiosity.
Jakotsu opened his eyes and smiled at the other man.
"Sure did."
With a yawn, Bankotsu slouched against his friend, "You think it'll come true?"
Looking over at his companion, the same young man who earlier that day had spontaneously decided to start his own army, Jakotsu knew that whatever life lay ahead of him- that one thing would never change.
"Yah, I think it will."