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eirenicalAnd after a long hiatus and much fighting with the old laptop (of the shattered screen), the old desktop (of the monitor that likes to emit random green waviness) and the really long phone cord stretching from my room to the guest room (would you believe there's no phone jack in here?) there is now computer-ness and online-ness. The chibi rejoices and there is ficcage. Enjoy!
First of all -- I'm taking huge liberties here based on the fact that Nokoru is an Imonoyama. You'll see what I mean. Forgive me. I just like the idea of Nokoru being really advanced for his age... and took it a bit far. ^_^ Let me know if it's too much?
Sickening. Cloying. Disgusting. Amazing how many adjectives there were to describe that one feeling. In only two short hours Seishirou had already exhausted them all. She'd been gone six months. Six months when she shouldn't have been gone at all. Six months that she'd left him alone. Six months that this golden-haired, blue-eyed freak had had her all to himself. It was unfair. It was unjust. Why couldn't the brat have lived up to his name?
"Seishirou-san? Is something the matter?"
Everything. But he couldn't say that. Not to the innocent-sounding voice that asked the question. His 'kaasan would have understood. His 'kaasan wouldn't have needed to ask. This imposter who stood in her place and spoke in her voice... she wouldn't understand. She didn't know anything. She didn't understand anything. There were emotions in her voice, emotions that his 'kaasan had never even felt, much less revealed so openly. Emotions that, even now, Seishirou could hardly remember once feeling. But he couldn't explain that to her.
Anger, one of the few emotions he still had, swirled up to claim his thoughts. They'd stolen his 'kaasan from him -- this imposter who wore Setsuka's face and her little blond brat. They'd stolen his 'kaasan away when he most needed her. They'd pay for that. Both of them.
But not just yet. He still needed Setsuka, even if she clearly no longer needed him. He was young, still. Too young to fend for himself. He was unfinished. He still had more to learn. But once he'd learned it... once he'd gleaned from Sakurazuka Setsuka all that he needed to survive... on that day, she'd feel the pain of betrayal... and he would savor every moment of it.
And in the meantime... Pasting as wide a smile on his face as he could manage, Seishirou turned to face the woman who had raised him and sharpened the first verbal knife on his grinning white teeth, "Why no, Setsuka-san. Your son seems to be sleeping quite peacefully. How was your trip?"
Hmm... a bit heavy handed, apparently. Setsuka's eyes flew open in shock at the distance in his voice and filled with pain at his choice of words. Damn. Yet one more thing that he still had to learn it seemed. Setsuka was much better at these word games than he. He'd have to work on it. Well, with any luck she'd chalk it up to teenage angst. He'd be more subtle in the future.
To soften the blow of his earlier words, Seishirou leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Setsuka's left cheek and gentled his smile, "Okaeri, 'kaasan. It's good to have you back."
Well, she still looked unhappy, but it was equal parts confusion now. Well, there would be time enough for her to figure out where his loyalties lay. And with any luck, she wouldn't figure out he serious this new game was until it was far too late.
You've made your choice, 'kaasan, and now I've made mine. I'm not a little boy anymore... and if I can't have you, then neither can he.
Taking his memory of Setsuka's pained look with him like a prize, Seishirou left her alone with her son... as she wanted.
Nokoru stared through the slats of his crib, his four month old mind working as furiously as it could. He was still a baby and didn't understand much yet, but he was Imonoyama and that gave him a significant advantage over everyone else his age... and most people several years older. And right now, he had a feeling that he would need every little bit of that advantage to deal with his new home.
Until today his life had been simple. Wake, eat, play with his 'kaasan, sleep. Wake, eat, try to understand his 'kaasan, sleep. Wake, eat, try to make his 'kaasan understand him, sleep some more. The waking, sleeping and eating had come naturally. Once he'd gained enough strength in his arms to support his ungainly body, the "games" became easier, too. Even as a baby, he could recognize that these "games" were excersizes designed to strengthen the body. His 'kaasan probably found his continuing lack of coordination as fretful as he did. He could only hope that that would come with walking...
As for communicating with his 'kaasan... he had to admit that he was stumped. There was clearly some kind of a barrier between them that meant it was impossible for them to communicate anything of meaning. She understood all the non-verbal cues well enough, but he was loathe to use them. Crying was so undignified and it gave him terrible headaches. Yet, he was forced to resort to it far too often for his own peace of mind. He was determined to break through that barrier. At least he was getting closer to figuring out the meaning of the lyrical noises that his 'kaasan used to communicate with other adults. He had long since figured out his own name and his 'kaasan's. He had a few others figured out as well -- hungry, tired, bath, etc. -- almost enough to crack the rest of it... but not quite. And his mouth clearly wasn't up to pronouncing most of them, either. It was frustrating, to say the least.
But none of that was as distressing as what had happened today. All their carefully set routines... gone. All their familiar surroundings... vanished. All the people who had revolved through his life for those first four months... disappeared. Now there were new routines, new surroundings and -- most importantly -- new people. And this new one, the One who Watched, he was dangerous, very dangerous. His 'kaasan didn't see it, but he did. The new one was damaged and that made him dangerous. Everyone else he'd ever met had good parts and bad parts, usually they had more of one than the other, but they all had both. This one... he only had bad parts. Where the good parts should be was just a yawning emptiness, leaving nothing to balance his bad parts, nothing to keep them in check. And that was really bad, because his bad parts had leaked into 'kaasan and made her sad. She'd never been sad before...
Nokoru watched carefully as his 'kaasan walked over to his crib and smiled down at him. Even her smile was tinged with sadness, now. It made Nokoru sad, too. It made him want to cry. But his 'kaasan was clever -- she knew. She lifted him from the crib and brough him to rest on her shoulder. He wrapped his small fists into his 'kaasan's long black hair. Maybe... maybe if the Other could give 'kaasan some of his bad parts, then Nokoru could share some of his good parts with her, too.
After a few minutes, 'kaasan leaned back to look into his eyes and smiled, his name on her lips like a gentle caress. It was the only word he understood out of the jumble that she spoke, but it told him all he needed to know. There was love in that word. His 'kaasan loved him. She loved the Other too. Nokoru wondered if he knew that... A tremendous yawn precluded him trying to ask. His 'kaasan smiled at that. She then kissed his forehead and laid him back in the crib and tucked him in. And he would have felt better about the whole ordeal... except that the Other was still watching. Nokoru hid as much of his body under the blankets as he could and resolutely closed his eyes. If sleep couldn't find him, then he would find it. Maybe the Other would get bored and leave. He could only hope...
Yeesh. Commments, questions? This seemed so much better when I started typing it up an hour ago. @_@;;; Maybe it'll seem decent again when I reread it in the morning... -.-;;;
Teenage!Seishirou: *snorts* Unlikely.
R-chan: *splutters* Did I ask you?
Baby!Nokoru: I thought it was a rhetorical question...?
R-chan: O_O It wasn't a question at all... and besides, you can't talk yet!
Baby!Nokoru: *shrugs* Fic license.
R-chan: *sweatdrop* I'm too tired to argue logic with an Imonoyama. I'm going to go try and get back into Alex's head...
Alex: *waves hands around* No you are not! You're going to go to sleep. Like a good chibi. Leave me alone until you're coherent.
R-chan: *whimpers*
Adult!Nokoru: *gathers up the chibi* Shame on you all! You know that she's tired. Let her delude herself into thinking that she's going to work on another fic. She'll figure it out on her own when she gets too sleepy to look at the screen.
R-chan: *burbles happily*
Adult!Nokoru: *smiles down at the purring chibi, then walks off with her to tuck her into bed*
Teenage!Seishirou: I so want to kick his ass...
Kise: *sighs* Get in line, kid. Get in line...
C & C, anyone? ^_^ Sorry this is taking so long, Seimei... *sheepish grin*
First of all -- I'm taking huge liberties here based on the fact that Nokoru is an Imonoyama. You'll see what I mean. Forgive me. I just like the idea of Nokoru being really advanced for his age... and took it a bit far. ^_^ Let me know if it's too much?
Sickening. Cloying. Disgusting. Amazing how many adjectives there were to describe that one feeling. In only two short hours Seishirou had already exhausted them all. She'd been gone six months. Six months when she shouldn't have been gone at all. Six months that she'd left him alone. Six months that this golden-haired, blue-eyed freak had had her all to himself. It was unfair. It was unjust. Why couldn't the brat have lived up to his name?
"Seishirou-san? Is something the matter?"
Everything. But he couldn't say that. Not to the innocent-sounding voice that asked the question. His 'kaasan would have understood. His 'kaasan wouldn't have needed to ask. This imposter who stood in her place and spoke in her voice... she wouldn't understand. She didn't know anything. She didn't understand anything. There were emotions in her voice, emotions that his 'kaasan had never even felt, much less revealed so openly. Emotions that, even now, Seishirou could hardly remember once feeling. But he couldn't explain that to her.
Anger, one of the few emotions he still had, swirled up to claim his thoughts. They'd stolen his 'kaasan from him -- this imposter who wore Setsuka's face and her little blond brat. They'd stolen his 'kaasan away when he most needed her. They'd pay for that. Both of them.
But not just yet. He still needed Setsuka, even if she clearly no longer needed him. He was young, still. Too young to fend for himself. He was unfinished. He still had more to learn. But once he'd learned it... once he'd gleaned from Sakurazuka Setsuka all that he needed to survive... on that day, she'd feel the pain of betrayal... and he would savor every moment of it.
And in the meantime... Pasting as wide a smile on his face as he could manage, Seishirou turned to face the woman who had raised him and sharpened the first verbal knife on his grinning white teeth, "Why no, Setsuka-san. Your son seems to be sleeping quite peacefully. How was your trip?"
Hmm... a bit heavy handed, apparently. Setsuka's eyes flew open in shock at the distance in his voice and filled with pain at his choice of words. Damn. Yet one more thing that he still had to learn it seemed. Setsuka was much better at these word games than he. He'd have to work on it. Well, with any luck she'd chalk it up to teenage angst. He'd be more subtle in the future.
To soften the blow of his earlier words, Seishirou leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Setsuka's left cheek and gentled his smile, "Okaeri, 'kaasan. It's good to have you back."
Well, she still looked unhappy, but it was equal parts confusion now. Well, there would be time enough for her to figure out where his loyalties lay. And with any luck, she wouldn't figure out he serious this new game was until it was far too late.
You've made your choice, 'kaasan, and now I've made mine. I'm not a little boy anymore... and if I can't have you, then neither can he.
Taking his memory of Setsuka's pained look with him like a prize, Seishirou left her alone with her son... as she wanted.
Nokoru stared through the slats of his crib, his four month old mind working as furiously as it could. He was still a baby and didn't understand much yet, but he was Imonoyama and that gave him a significant advantage over everyone else his age... and most people several years older. And right now, he had a feeling that he would need every little bit of that advantage to deal with his new home.
Until today his life had been simple. Wake, eat, play with his 'kaasan, sleep. Wake, eat, try to understand his 'kaasan, sleep. Wake, eat, try to make his 'kaasan understand him, sleep some more. The waking, sleeping and eating had come naturally. Once he'd gained enough strength in his arms to support his ungainly body, the "games" became easier, too. Even as a baby, he could recognize that these "games" were excersizes designed to strengthen the body. His 'kaasan probably found his continuing lack of coordination as fretful as he did. He could only hope that that would come with walking...
As for communicating with his 'kaasan... he had to admit that he was stumped. There was clearly some kind of a barrier between them that meant it was impossible for them to communicate anything of meaning. She understood all the non-verbal cues well enough, but he was loathe to use them. Crying was so undignified and it gave him terrible headaches. Yet, he was forced to resort to it far too often for his own peace of mind. He was determined to break through that barrier. At least he was getting closer to figuring out the meaning of the lyrical noises that his 'kaasan used to communicate with other adults. He had long since figured out his own name and his 'kaasan's. He had a few others figured out as well -- hungry, tired, bath, etc. -- almost enough to crack the rest of it... but not quite. And his mouth clearly wasn't up to pronouncing most of them, either. It was frustrating, to say the least.
But none of that was as distressing as what had happened today. All their carefully set routines... gone. All their familiar surroundings... vanished. All the people who had revolved through his life for those first four months... disappeared. Now there were new routines, new surroundings and -- most importantly -- new people. And this new one, the One who Watched, he was dangerous, very dangerous. His 'kaasan didn't see it, but he did. The new one was damaged and that made him dangerous. Everyone else he'd ever met had good parts and bad parts, usually they had more of one than the other, but they all had both. This one... he only had bad parts. Where the good parts should be was just a yawning emptiness, leaving nothing to balance his bad parts, nothing to keep them in check. And that was really bad, because his bad parts had leaked into 'kaasan and made her sad. She'd never been sad before...
Nokoru watched carefully as his 'kaasan walked over to his crib and smiled down at him. Even her smile was tinged with sadness, now. It made Nokoru sad, too. It made him want to cry. But his 'kaasan was clever -- she knew. She lifted him from the crib and brough him to rest on her shoulder. He wrapped his small fists into his 'kaasan's long black hair. Maybe... maybe if the Other could give 'kaasan some of his bad parts, then Nokoru could share some of his good parts with her, too.
After a few minutes, 'kaasan leaned back to look into his eyes and smiled, his name on her lips like a gentle caress. It was the only word he understood out of the jumble that she spoke, but it told him all he needed to know. There was love in that word. His 'kaasan loved him. She loved the Other too. Nokoru wondered if he knew that... A tremendous yawn precluded him trying to ask. His 'kaasan smiled at that. She then kissed his forehead and laid him back in the crib and tucked him in. And he would have felt better about the whole ordeal... except that the Other was still watching. Nokoru hid as much of his body under the blankets as he could and resolutely closed his eyes. If sleep couldn't find him, then he would find it. Maybe the Other would get bored and leave. He could only hope...
Yeesh. Commments, questions? This seemed so much better when I started typing it up an hour ago. @_@;;; Maybe it'll seem decent again when I reread it in the morning... -.-;;;
Teenage!Seishirou: *snorts* Unlikely.
R-chan: *splutters* Did I ask you?
Baby!Nokoru: I thought it was a rhetorical question...?
R-chan: O_O It wasn't a question at all... and besides, you can't talk yet!
Baby!Nokoru: *shrugs* Fic license.
R-chan: *sweatdrop* I'm too tired to argue logic with an Imonoyama. I'm going to go try and get back into Alex's head...
Alex: *waves hands around* No you are not! You're going to go to sleep. Like a good chibi. Leave me alone until you're coherent.
R-chan: *whimpers*
Adult!Nokoru: *gathers up the chibi* Shame on you all! You know that she's tired. Let her delude herself into thinking that she's going to work on another fic. She'll figure it out on her own when she gets too sleepy to look at the screen.
R-chan: *burbles happily*
Adult!Nokoru: *smiles down at the purring chibi, then walks off with her to tuck her into bed*
Teenage!Seishirou: I so want to kick his ass...
Kise: *sighs* Get in line, kid. Get in line...
C & C, anyone? ^_^ Sorry this is taking so long, Seimei... *sheepish grin*
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Re: fic!!!!!! *glomps*
Date: 2004-06-12 09:02 am (UTC)Teenage Seishirou is really messed up. He certainly gets control by the time of adulthood to become evil SUAVE subtle Seishirou. *grins*
And.. and.. poor little Nokoru. Fortunately, in the fic aftertalk the adult version seems to have appeared. <3 <3 <3 Nokoruuuu! *the other chibi toddles after him and the Renee-chibi, once again leaving Seishirou.. alone*
ps. Don't feel bad Seishirou. If you weren't suffering teenage dysfunction I might have toddled after you, or maybe.. you're relieved the fan-chibis don't want you right now. ¬_¬
Re: fic!!!!!! *glomps*
Date: 2004-06-12 03:35 pm (UTC)*Teenage Seishirou frowns down at the chibi now clinging to him like a burr, then looks up at his adult self* And you put up with this... why?
Adult Seishirou: You'll learn it's often easier to just go along with what the fic author wants. Especially when, somewhere down the line, what she wants and what you want will coincide.
*Adult Seishirou and R-chan share an evil grin.*
*Off in the distance, Subaru has a sudden sneezing fit.*
As for Nokor--
*chibi wrenches the keyboard back out of Suoh's grasp and glares at him* That wasn't very nice.
Suoh: *glares right back* Stop harassing Kaichou.
R-chan: *sweatdrop* I didn't do anything to him!
Nokoru: *joins in the sweatdropping* Suoh... she really didn't.
Suoh: But you couldn't even talk!
Nokoru: *deadpan* I was four months old.
Suoh: Eh? -.-;;; Oh... *sheepish grin* I guess I missed that part...
Nokoruuuu! *the other chibi toddles after him and the Renee-chibi, once again leaving Seishirou.. alone*
ps. Don't feel bad Seishirou. If you weren't suffering teenage dysfunction I might have toddled after you, or maybe.. you're relieved the fan-chibis don't want you right now. ¬_¬
Teenage Seishirou: Teenage... dysfunction...? *eyebrow twitch*
Subaru: *snickers*
Teenage Seishirou: *bristles* When did you get here?
Subaru: *snickers some more* *throws a glance in Adult Seishirou's direction* You know... I think I like you this way. All young and uncertain and angst-ridden...
Adult Seishirou: *twitch* *smooths suit jacket, then faster than the eye can see, reaches out and flips off Subaru's head/eye bandage to reveal two perfectly good green eyes*
Evil!Subaru: *smirk* Oops... Discovered.
R-chan: *waves hands around* There are too many Subarus, Seishirous, Nokorus and Suohs around here! And since when do we do chibi-silliness in comments responses? *huffs*
Suoh: *coughs* To respond to both those comments: There's only one of me... and you're obviously bored. Go find a book to read -- isn't that why you came to the library to begin with?
R-chan: *pouts, continues clinging to Teenage Seishirou*
Nokoru: *decides to end this unbelievably long response that wandered off topic several minutes ago* *steals keyboard* *types*
And they all lived happily ever after. The end.
Nokoru: Now go enjoy your afternoon! *shoos everyone away* *deep sigh of relief*
Renee: Wow... That was... ridiculous.
Nuriko: And you need... to quit with... the ellipses... *sweatdrop* I thought we broke you of that habit two years ago!
Renee: *sheepish grin* Oops...
Nuriko: *eyebrow twitch*
*g* *snugs a Seimei* I'm glad you enjoyed. I need to edit the Nokoru part. Now that I've re-read it, parts of it are badly incoherent. *sweatdrop* Will post the edited version when it's done. ^_^ *waves* Later!