Title: Mutation
A bell, ringing.
Toki stands on a bridge between confusion and clarity, a bridge leading nowhere, hopelessly lost in something he doesn't understand.
Against the sound of gentle footsteps making ripples on water that isn't there is his breath, loud, alien, in this place, as he turns.
Bonten stands below the bridge, smiling at him and turns away a hand idly teasing a stray current in a waterfall fo dull molten gold. To Toki's outreached hand he turns back and Ginshu reaches back to him, pleading in its eyes and secrets in the scars on its face.
Toki is lost, Toki cannot comprehend, and when he pushes away form the handhold he feels warm arms tighten around him and a stray strand of long coarse black hair falling over his shoulder, only to turn around to hair the color of slowly dying leaves and an impenetrable stare that vanishes.
Farther along the bridge a head of shaggy black hair falls from a topknot, adn the wasted arm hanging limp swings when the face turns back briefly.
Toki runs after him on the bridge that never ends, seeking order, and there is nothing to meet him but an era of nothingness and the sound of a bell.
--- end ---
This was written off the very strong mental image of Bonten turning and then seeing Ginshu in his place... Like a mental theme song animation sequence XD
Toki stands on a bridge between confusion and clarity, a bridge leading nowhere, hopelessly lost in something he doesn't understand.
Against the sound of gentle footsteps making ripples on water that isn't there is his breath, loud, alien, in this place, as he turns.
Bonten stands below the bridge, smiling at him and turns away a hand idly teasing a stray current in a waterfall fo dull molten gold. To Toki's outreached hand he turns back and Ginshu reaches back to him, pleading in its eyes and secrets in the scars on its face.
Toki is lost, Toki cannot comprehend, and when he pushes away form the handhold he feels warm arms tighten around him and a stray strand of long coarse black hair falling over his shoulder, only to turn around to hair the color of slowly dying leaves and an impenetrable stare that vanishes.
Farther along the bridge a head of shaggy black hair falls from a topknot, adn the wasted arm hanging limp swings when the face turns back briefly.
Toki runs after him on the bridge that never ends, seeking order, and there is nothing to meet him but an era of nothingness and the sound of a bell.
--- end ---
This was written off the very strong mental image of Bonten turning and then seeing Ginshu in his place... Like a mental theme song animation sequence XD