Chapter 3 Already?
Don't worry, another chapter of LiL is in the works, I am just unsure what to do where to go with it. Its started, just unfinished.
Thanks for reading, I love feedback!(hint)
Hey, guess what? I don't own JCA! But I do own a pair of Invader Zim flip flops.
Chapter 3-Lotus
It is father's wedding day. I am not happy for him, I am happy for Rumiko-hime. She is happy
with it, she loves him, I witnessed her confessions to mother and I heard the pristine passion in
her voice. Rumiko-hime is dressed in the traditional japanese wedding garb. I recognize this from
a book that I found in the library. I read all about that country, its people, its customs. The
jasmine incensed pulsed with an orange light as it slowly burned itself. I sat, my luminiscent eyes
are the only light in the room.
Suddenly, the door creaks open. I avert my eyes from my precious text, I hear a slithering
sound, slinking across the fine marble floor. Bai.
"Yes, Bai?" I ask, even though I know what she is here for.
"Tso, It's time to get ready. You are coming aren't you? Mother has insisted that we both
attend. Our honorable father has requested our presence. Rumiko-hime s looking forward to
seeing us and......"
"I'm coming, Bai," i interrupt.
She has taken to being formal, even with me. Rumiko-hime has tried to teach her how to be
civil. Bai takes it in like a sponge, absorbing every detail of etiquette. I know that it will not last.
It is merely a temporary fad for her. I hope it passes quickly, this polite Bai is not my Bai. I want
my sister back, the quiet listener as well as the raging demoness.
"Tso.....is everything alright?"
I pause. I want to scream "No! Everything is not alright! everything is changing! Even you1 How
long is it before I change!". But I remain silent. I cast a glance over to my lotus blossom shaped
incense burner. the incense has burned out. I turn back to Bai, she is looking at me anxiously,
wringing her claws. That's my Bai.
"I am merely nervous , my inquisitive sister," I answer smiling.
"I'm glad. I was worried about you," she gives me her unique smile, which is quite difficult to
describe, considering the shape of her mouth. Of course, I should be the one to talk.......
We leave together for our bungalow, the ashen cone of incense crubles with the closing of the
door.
...........................
We are all assembled in the grand garden. Countless flowers bloom, cherry blossoms float
down upon us all. We are all dressed in the finest silken robes we own. Mother wears a delicate
peach colored one with embroidery of a tiger running down its side. In her clawed hands, she
holds a palace fan with a fish painted on it. It fits her blue complexion. Mother is the most
beautiful of father's wives, save for Rumiko-hime.
My six siblings are seated beside their respective mothers. Shendu, wretched brat that he is,
has been pinching Xiao for five minutes. Neither of their mothers says a word. They are typical
demonesses, they believe that their children should fend for themselves. Mother believes every
child grows up at their own pace and that she has her own methods for guiding Bai and I. I am
glad, I would no want to deal with that spiny sack of bile. He is father's youngest son and is fairly
spoiled. Half of me wishes that the eighth child is born, if only to remove Shendu from his
favorite position. He is the only child who is allowed to sit on father's lap except for Tchang Zu.
We all bow our heads as Father and Rumiko-hime approach the altar. All my siblings and their
mothers are silent, save for Shendu, whose assault has yet to cease. I know that they are all
only here because father forced them to attend. They would rather be tormenting their human
nursemaids or torturing small animals.
The ceremony is quick, over before it really began. I am puzzled, marriage lasts forever, but it
only takes less than a half hour to complete the ceremony. Afterwards, we all feast and dance.
Father and Rumiko-hime are alive with pleasure and joy. Father's wives shoot accusing glares
every few dances. Mother does not, she cries with joy for her husband and her friend's mutual
happiness. I am proud of my mother.
I step outside, unable to stand the negative chi that is radiating from a majoriy of the party.
Mother glances at me and at Bai. She fans herself with her fan.
.................
I sit on a stone bench near a pond. I take a package of rice ot of one of the pockets in my
robe. I undo its tiny ribbon with my lower arm ard toss it into the water with my upper arm. The
koi fish in the pond devour it in a few seconds, there is no trace that it was ever there. I hear a
throat being cleared behind me, Mother.
"Tso?" she asks.
"Yes, Mother? I put all my respect and admiiration for her into those two words.
"I was wondering how you were taking all this. I know that you are far more inelligent and
perceptive than the others. I wanted to be sure that you were comfortable with this,"
"Yes, I am,"
A hollow answer. I toss more rice to the fish.
"You can't fool me, Tso. i'm your mother," she smiles and laughs. She reaches into her robe and
withdraws a lotus blossom.
"Tso, I want you to have this,"
I know not where she got it or what I am supposed to do with it. I accept it with a puzzled
expression upon my face.
"Do not worry, Tso. In time, you will know what to do with it. You see, this is not a normal lotus
blossom. It came from a plant in my village when I was a girl. It was a gift from my grandfather
upon my adolescence,"
I am confused.
"Shouldn't this go to Bai?" I ask.
"It does not suit her, I have something else planned for her adolescence. I know you will not be an
adolescent for a decade or so, but I believe you are ready for this now,"
"But.........."
"Shhhh......Let it go, love," she whispers inmy ear, a very sweet sound. She turns gracefully and
returns to the party. I stay on my bench for a few more minutes. I gaze upon the soft blossom
in my hand. It is more than forty years old, yet it appears to be freshly picked. I am puzzled, but
I trust Mother.
Later that night, I am unable to sleep. A recurring nightmare has visited me again. I am pulled
through a door to an indescribable hell, Bai is there, sobbing. I can't hear her, but slowly, I listen
closely and she is murmuring:
"Mother...Mother,"
My eyes fill with tears and I scream, a cry of such despair, rage and hate that I awaken
shivering and unsure of what has transpired.
I am walking in the garden, towards Father's bungalow, I know not why, it is just aimless
wandering. I notice a light in father's room. Perhaps he is still awake. He is known for his dream
analyzations and their accuracy. Perhaps he can help me. As I approach his door, I bcome aware
of deep breathing sounds coming from within. Perplexed, I silently slide the door open half an
inch. I hear both father and Rumiko-hime's voices, distorted by the covering of sheets. I cannot
make out what they say, but I can guess, I always was a smart one. All I can see is Rumiko-hime's
hand, her sleeve and the corner of her pillow. It's enough. her hand clenches and unclenches and
I hear various growls and gasps. I am momentarily unable to tear my eyes away, but shortly I am
repulsed. I slip the door back, silenly and I quickly run back to my bench.
I lean on it, catching my breathe, I ran alll the way from father's bungalow to the pond across
from my own. I have the horrible feeling that I have done something wrong. I am disgusted and
yet I am intrigued. I wipe the sweat from my brow with my upper hand and I feel myself wipe
away tears as well.
I have learned what it is that grownups see that I cannot. Not yet. Someday I will, but I do no
want to. Grownups see with their drives, I see with my mind. To imagine such and honorable
figure like father performing such an action seems contradictory and Rumiko-hime, such a
refined and friendly lady..........Damn it! The thought seems as if it should be a crime just to think
it. I can't imagine Mother doing anything like that....ever. But, Bai and i had to have come from
somewhere. I am confused, I feel as though I have been deceived by father for years. Is that all
his love is? Mother's love is not that love, neithe ris Bai's! Their love is fulfilling to me!
After I have calmed down, I return to my bungalow and my bed. I stare at the moon, blessed orb,
until I fall asleep.
End Chapter 3
Whew! Chapter 3 is done. Yay! I feel kinda bad for Tso, walking in on his dad like that, but it just kept nagging at my mind and I put it it the story. Gracias para leido (pardon my spanish, i'm rusty)
Don't worry, another chapter of LiL is in the works, I am just unsure what to do where to go with it. Its started, just unfinished.
Thanks for reading, I love feedback!(hint)
Hey, guess what? I don't own JCA! But I do own a pair of Invader Zim flip flops.
Chapter 3-Lotus
It is father's wedding day. I am not happy for him, I am happy for Rumiko-hime. She is happy
with it, she loves him, I witnessed her confessions to mother and I heard the pristine passion in
her voice. Rumiko-hime is dressed in the traditional japanese wedding garb. I recognize this from
a book that I found in the library. I read all about that country, its people, its customs. The
jasmine incensed pulsed with an orange light as it slowly burned itself. I sat, my luminiscent eyes
are the only light in the room.
Suddenly, the door creaks open. I avert my eyes from my precious text, I hear a slithering
sound, slinking across the fine marble floor. Bai.
"Yes, Bai?" I ask, even though I know what she is here for.
"Tso, It's time to get ready. You are coming aren't you? Mother has insisted that we both
attend. Our honorable father has requested our presence. Rumiko-hime s looking forward to
seeing us and......"
"I'm coming, Bai," i interrupt.
She has taken to being formal, even with me. Rumiko-hime has tried to teach her how to be
civil. Bai takes it in like a sponge, absorbing every detail of etiquette. I know that it will not last.
It is merely a temporary fad for her. I hope it passes quickly, this polite Bai is not my Bai. I want
my sister back, the quiet listener as well as the raging demoness.
"Tso.....is everything alright?"
I pause. I want to scream "No! Everything is not alright! everything is changing! Even you1 How
long is it before I change!". But I remain silent. I cast a glance over to my lotus blossom shaped
incense burner. the incense has burned out. I turn back to Bai, she is looking at me anxiously,
wringing her claws. That's my Bai.
"I am merely nervous , my inquisitive sister," I answer smiling.
"I'm glad. I was worried about you," she gives me her unique smile, which is quite difficult to
describe, considering the shape of her mouth. Of course, I should be the one to talk.......
We leave together for our bungalow, the ashen cone of incense crubles with the closing of the
door.
...........................
We are all assembled in the grand garden. Countless flowers bloom, cherry blossoms float
down upon us all. We are all dressed in the finest silken robes we own. Mother wears a delicate
peach colored one with embroidery of a tiger running down its side. In her clawed hands, she
holds a palace fan with a fish painted on it. It fits her blue complexion. Mother is the most
beautiful of father's wives, save for Rumiko-hime.
My six siblings are seated beside their respective mothers. Shendu, wretched brat that he is,
has been pinching Xiao for five minutes. Neither of their mothers says a word. They are typical
demonesses, they believe that their children should fend for themselves. Mother believes every
child grows up at their own pace and that she has her own methods for guiding Bai and I. I am
glad, I would no want to deal with that spiny sack of bile. He is father's youngest son and is fairly
spoiled. Half of me wishes that the eighth child is born, if only to remove Shendu from his
favorite position. He is the only child who is allowed to sit on father's lap except for Tchang Zu.
We all bow our heads as Father and Rumiko-hime approach the altar. All my siblings and their
mothers are silent, save for Shendu, whose assault has yet to cease. I know that they are all
only here because father forced them to attend. They would rather be tormenting their human
nursemaids or torturing small animals.
The ceremony is quick, over before it really began. I am puzzled, marriage lasts forever, but it
only takes less than a half hour to complete the ceremony. Afterwards, we all feast and dance.
Father and Rumiko-hime are alive with pleasure and joy. Father's wives shoot accusing glares
every few dances. Mother does not, she cries with joy for her husband and her friend's mutual
happiness. I am proud of my mother.
I step outside, unable to stand the negative chi that is radiating from a majoriy of the party.
Mother glances at me and at Bai. She fans herself with her fan.
.................
I sit on a stone bench near a pond. I take a package of rice ot of one of the pockets in my
robe. I undo its tiny ribbon with my lower arm ard toss it into the water with my upper arm. The
koi fish in the pond devour it in a few seconds, there is no trace that it was ever there. I hear a
throat being cleared behind me, Mother.
"Tso?" she asks.
"Yes, Mother? I put all my respect and admiiration for her into those two words.
"I was wondering how you were taking all this. I know that you are far more inelligent and
perceptive than the others. I wanted to be sure that you were comfortable with this,"
"Yes, I am,"
A hollow answer. I toss more rice to the fish.
"You can't fool me, Tso. i'm your mother," she smiles and laughs. She reaches into her robe and
withdraws a lotus blossom.
"Tso, I want you to have this,"
I know not where she got it or what I am supposed to do with it. I accept it with a puzzled
expression upon my face.
"Do not worry, Tso. In time, you will know what to do with it. You see, this is not a normal lotus
blossom. It came from a plant in my village when I was a girl. It was a gift from my grandfather
upon my adolescence,"
I am confused.
"Shouldn't this go to Bai?" I ask.
"It does not suit her, I have something else planned for her adolescence. I know you will not be an
adolescent for a decade or so, but I believe you are ready for this now,"
"But.........."
"Shhhh......Let it go, love," she whispers inmy ear, a very sweet sound. She turns gracefully and
returns to the party. I stay on my bench for a few more minutes. I gaze upon the soft blossom
in my hand. It is more than forty years old, yet it appears to be freshly picked. I am puzzled, but
I trust Mother.
Later that night, I am unable to sleep. A recurring nightmare has visited me again. I am pulled
through a door to an indescribable hell, Bai is there, sobbing. I can't hear her, but slowly, I listen
closely and she is murmuring:
"Mother...Mother,"
My eyes fill with tears and I scream, a cry of such despair, rage and hate that I awaken
shivering and unsure of what has transpired.
I am walking in the garden, towards Father's bungalow, I know not why, it is just aimless
wandering. I notice a light in father's room. Perhaps he is still awake. He is known for his dream
analyzations and their accuracy. Perhaps he can help me. As I approach his door, I bcome aware
of deep breathing sounds coming from within. Perplexed, I silently slide the door open half an
inch. I hear both father and Rumiko-hime's voices, distorted by the covering of sheets. I cannot
make out what they say, but I can guess, I always was a smart one. All I can see is Rumiko-hime's
hand, her sleeve and the corner of her pillow. It's enough. her hand clenches and unclenches and
I hear various growls and gasps. I am momentarily unable to tear my eyes away, but shortly I am
repulsed. I slip the door back, silenly and I quickly run back to my bench.
I lean on it, catching my breathe, I ran alll the way from father's bungalow to the pond across
from my own. I have the horrible feeling that I have done something wrong. I am disgusted and
yet I am intrigued. I wipe the sweat from my brow with my upper hand and I feel myself wipe
away tears as well.
I have learned what it is that grownups see that I cannot. Not yet. Someday I will, but I do no
want to. Grownups see with their drives, I see with my mind. To imagine such and honorable
figure like father performing such an action seems contradictory and Rumiko-hime, such a
refined and friendly lady..........Damn it! The thought seems as if it should be a crime just to think
it. I can't imagine Mother doing anything like that....ever. But, Bai and i had to have come from
somewhere. I am confused, I feel as though I have been deceived by father for years. Is that all
his love is? Mother's love is not that love, neithe ris Bai's! Their love is fulfilling to me!
After I have calmed down, I return to my bungalow and my bed. I stare at the moon, blessed orb,
until I fall asleep.
End Chapter 3
Whew! Chapter 3 is done. Yay! I feel kinda bad for Tso, walking in on his dad like that, but it just kept nagging at my mind and I put it it the story. Gracias para leido (pardon my spanish, i'm rusty)