When one story starts another must begin. Where righteousness is born another must become sin. Here an antithesis must begin.
I Do Not Own (and I forgot to mention this previously) the follwoing characters
Yumi, Masaki Bakuto or Sakima
they all belong to their respectful owners which are
Bakuto Masaki
Yumi Seiji and...
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This one was born of the other world...
She sat staring at the hourglass. Her long brown hair her brown eye stare. She just sat and stared at the hourglass.
Tick tock
goes the clock
this time that never moves
She was so sick, so sick of him, so sick of them wasting time. But here she sat watching that glass the grains that sunk so deep.
Procrastination is the thief of time
But who said there was
any time to waste?
She took another peep out of the window, her black kimono heavy her curls that weighed her down. She felt like a doll trapped in an oversized playhouse.
Time time we have all the time
To play, to sing, to dance
She watched as he had yet another woman in his arms. They crooned, she snarled, they kissed, she hurled – well she wish she did.
This time this time
that never moves
is mine is mine
and forever is
She longed to see the outside world so tired of women and alcohol. And if she could not have her way she longed for her to ride her way.
But if time this time
that never moves
She had all the time in the world to do as she pleased. Nothing to concern her, she was so free of trouble and strife. But she knew that something out there was much better than this timeless life.
Is mine is mine
then will I learn
The door creaked. Her head turned. There was nothing there but her spirit yearned for an unknown source she could feel she could sense, a presence that would fill this void.
To grow to grow
old and learn to love
She saw a bright light out of that door. Something, she believed, was there for her. She walked towards it and what she saw...
But most of all...
She kept locked in her heart for evermore. A woman as old as time itself, blind and bent and devoid of wealth stood before her in deathly glory.
When will this time
ever be up?
The old woman handed her a silver sundial that gleamed and made the little girl smile.
"When you are ready you will know what to do, but for now keep that silver sundial always with you."
And with that the old woman disappeared, with only the sound of a ghostly neigh. The little girl held that sundial close to her heart and with it she went to bed.
Within her dreams she dreamt of spirits that haunted her out of her mind, particularly a lady all in white veiled on the back of Death's horse. The dead pulled, the dead tugged at her. They called out to her, moans and screams of pain they told her of their deathly shame.
She awoke and was never the same, her hair darkened until it was black and untamed. Her health was now burdened with headaches and pains while her eyes had become whiter and her skin much more plain. Her change called upon shamans and men of charms but none could give reason to this spectrum that alarmed.
In the end she grew to love her new self and she made sure to keep the silver sundial on a shelf, a shelf locked with a brass key that hang round her neck safely.
She was now remedied to spend more time outside and be much more free. As winter passed the headaches went and the time outside was happily spent.
When the festival of the dead drew near she sat by her favourite mulberry tree. There she met the woman veiled white, who said nothing to her but kept her company. The girl longed to see her face but before she had a chance the woman whispered in her ear,
Kuro Sakima, kuro is your path.
Another story begins what shall we see in Sakima's destiny to be?
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