Monotnony
Media Noche
It was the last summer when the cherry blossoms showed themselves as full as no season before. The world was painted with an infinite range red color, from the ground all upholstery of petals until heaven at twilight bloodiest. The tapestry was a sweet carpet for her feet and fixed path in order to walk and loose at the same time.
They looked each other, she from the window of her room and him under a beautiful tree lush shadow. The intrinsic glances tried to be hidden but the blush when they pointed to the earth was obvious.
Suddenly after a subtle breeze he moved from his site, walking to the little window. The bells from the adornments played a sweet melody which could be called 'waltz' according to the western ideas.
He held her hand and she answered shivering. Purple from his eyes and the brownish-gray from hers mixed to create the most beautiful rainbow. And finally, those big rough hands came until her forehead, giving a light touch with the lips, something so sensorial to hold her as a fantasy.
The slow throbbing, every beat from their heart, the sweetness from that kiss and the disappointment due to his paternal incursion…
He shuddered barely, turning the glance and without face her eyes. Chizuru believed to see how he shivers like his naked skin was attacked by the breeze in the begging of the autumn. Before, if someone had announced her that the premise of the lieutenant from the Shinsengumi, staying in the entrance of her room, she would laugh low and asked for settles the conversation with another pleasant theme, but this time, far from to be a fallacy it was becoming cobweb knitted by her naughty thoughts.
"Tomorrow we'll leave headquarters at dawn, hope you'll be ready to".
"Can I know where, Hijikata-san?"
"It's not necessary to give details for now," he cut, "go back to sleep".
He didn't let her to complain with something else, the door was closed, showing the dance of a silhouette, walking to the corridor, almost running into the silver light.
When he was sure there was nobody, he did a sigh of relief in order to revive his ghost-pale skin.
The fantastic Shinsengumi lieutenant had found a new hobby out from the battlefield which could shudder him like in his daring adolescence. He slapped himself mentally, moving away hairs from his face and kept walking, prepared to drink sake in the silence of his room.
Okita Souji had been walking on circles for hours until get lost the sun trail and its satin twilight. The streets were full of people and the dust where the footprint were left printed renew after every breeze.
He counted his steps to let time pass, maybe the fact would be funnier with some pastime to discover alien to monotony. And that day, specially, it seemed something out ordinary. A frivolous and calculating Hijikata out his right mind, showing he owned a thing similar to human feelings; a new challenger personality of himself that faced fierce and finally, but equal important, the toast to start a game between gentlemen. The trophy for the winner, an angel-woman named Chizuru Yukimura.
He caught, putting his silk handkerchief before mechanically. The chest hurt so much, as if the fire burned it within and the pressure under the sea drowning him tortuously.
There was a card else to play and it was why the game transcended beyond all previous challenges: his own life was getting shorter with every ochimizu drop circulating in his blood.
I'm dead before and after this short chapter. I now you're probably angry with me and I understand, I've delayed too much. But my reasons are still there, surviving school and writing is sometimes difficult for me; sorry, hope you liked (at least) the chapter. By the way, I invite you to join me crying for Okita, spoilers in review reply.
