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~The Pain of Remembering the Forgotten~ |
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Along the way side of the horizon, drifting off into the sunset was a young individual. To those that remembered his face would have nearly forgotten who he was, his once dark personal and apparence had been replaced with a calm casual since of finding ones self. His once dark blue mop of a hair that was his way of sticking out had been faded away; replaced by silver locks of hair that swayed back in forth of the in the wind. All that remained the same was that it covered his most of his face and his icy cearulean optics that could Peirce the hearts of those he stared down, and yet it still hid his pain and despair behind the facade of being carefree.
It had been long since he left his 'home' since his rebirth. Giving up what he was to inherit from his former self he still did not fully understand. I will not claim to be who I am not. I am not him. Was he a coward to face his pre-planed fate, or did he make that right decision not to try to grasp what was given to him. Maybe if that so, he now turned into a nameless wanderer, traveling to places he had never been. Exploring what he might have never known. Long has it been since he through down his arms, the title of the the one he proceed had also been toss away into the dust after his new found revelation. Though he carried in his hands a darken sheath, in it occupied a blade that had been tainted by his own blood.
Assumingly, it became a vessel for his 'inner demon' that had awakened during his revival. It seemed to speak to him as he to it, unknown to others that when the young vagrant spoke, it seemed as if he was speaking to no one. Finding a unique bound with his otherside, they grew in companionship as they wandered on. But recently over the days, silence hav enveloped them both as they walked the desolate plains with not with a sign of mankind in sight.
"..."The silences remained as the vagrant came to a halt as he looked around. The breeze that brushed past the plains, looking as waves on the surface of the ocean. His left hand, brushing the hair out his face as he looked into the horizon, again at the setting sun. And then he lowered it, facing his palm upward; in his hand materialized a small jewel. The fragments left with him that had thought to be crushed by his demon counter part during his period of confusion. It let out a a soft glow and warm over his body, it was the one thing he held precious and little did he know that it was time for it to final end.
"How long are you going to keep looking back at that. It's the only thing that ties you back to that place and to that person." The voice of his demon blood echoing in his ear. The vagrant gazed still at the jewel fragments, sighing as he held it out. However, something happened. The jewel's soft glow began to fade away and from the top to the bottom, it began to crack. As this happened, his gentle eyes winched and and his hand began to twitch and then trembled. "...!" "It was only a matter of time... we knew this would happen."
And with an unaudible gasp, his fingers began to curl in as he attempted to grasp the jewel, only to have it shatter into little fragments and then dust in his hands. His heart skipped a bit and the kodachi he held into his right hand had dropped, making a soft sound on the impact of the ground. His lips quivered at the sight of this, dropping down to his knees almost instantly ofter as his supported his himself in his left hand and his right clutching his chest. It had seemed as of the warmed that had now left his body had been replaces by the unbearable feeling of being cold before enveloping him in heart in pain. "No... this can't... it isn't..." In agony, he yelled out in despair, only not to be heard. "I see. She's gone."
He fought back his tears as much as he could, withholding himself from the thrashing of his emotions. And finally after a shed of one tear, his head snapped up as he reached for his dropped blade and turned around, only to be stopped in his first stop. "What would it matter if you go back? Remember, you wanted nothing to do with that previous life that inhabited the vassal you now do. You are the one that gave up on what that one left for you. Even her, you ran from. It'll do you no good to go back. Do you think she'll return... just for you? You are mistaken. You were was brought back back that one's last will and was left with a little object that was meant for you to follow her, to return something that she had giving to him. That warmth and security... that happiness. But it's to late... you left and she's gone. It wouldn't make a difference. You are finally free now, don't you understand?"
The young vagrant's teeth began to grit as his left hand clenched into a fist and the grip on his sheathed blade had tighten. The voice spoken to him was right. The vagrant ran from what he was left. How could he ever go back a disgrace. With a low growl of pain, the vagrant turned back around, looking towards the sunset. In suddenly jolt, he ran off into a full sprint, running off towards the sun. It doesn't matter how much I try. I can never forget. Not you...
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This is my tribute to my great friend and roleplayer, Tristis Nightrunner. I would give her real name, but she made me promise not to tell any one else. I know for a fact that life has it's many turns and may always turn into turn to the unexpected. I wish you the best in life and maybe, just maybe we will meet again. It was nice knowing and befriending with you. You will not be forgotten. Ja ne.
Sayonara...
 Rei Kizuhara · Sat Nov 05, 2005 @ 02:51pm · 5 Comments |
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