Movie & Drabble (Mon/Yukiji)
First days as a College student. I can't complain -well, I can, but then I wouldn't even finish-, so I prefer talking about 20th CB, the movie.
It wasn't bad. Well, it was a bit weird when they all died, but other than that, it was okay. The only problem is I've read the manga, and so, I expected a bit more. Just a bit, really, but a really huge bit.
All in all, it wasn't awful. Otcho's actor fights bad, I think, but it's still Otcho, and so I have to love him. Kenji... Kenji's Kenji, even if he's less cheerful? idiot? weird? in the film. I think it's Yukiji who have changed the most, and who have disappointed me the most. The rest of the gang didn't even get a scene for them, so I can't really say. I suppose I'll see it on the next part.
Anyway, did anyone find all the Mon-chan/Yukiji so intriguing? I mean, they were the only ones who kept touch after 2001, and he died and it was just so moving, and he told her he used to love her just in that Bloody New Year or whatever, so...
I just wrote a drabble about them. It's a bit like awkard, and even incomplete, but I'll post it anyway.
He said he used to love her, that they all used to love her. He told her -pleaded her- to stay behind, to do nothing, and expected her to refuse. He knew her; all of them did. Yukiji was not one for stay still.
But that time she couldn’t move. She just wanted to run -to run to Kenji, to drag him back and save him and love him- and yet she couldn’t force herself. It was just too much to take, all of that, the noise, the panic, the deaths. And Mon-chan hold her, and Yukiji cried on his shoulder, like she would do many times after that.
She didn’t know, then.
After that, everything was fast, so fast she couldn’t really understand it. They had to run, to hide; they didn’t see the others anymore. They had to survive, he explained her, you have to survive and take care of Kanna. But it wasn’t only that, and they both knew it.
She wouldn’t remember when they kissed first. Maybe it was while they were hiding, holding their breathes and trying not to move. Shimon carried an asleep Kanna, and Yukiji just felt so alone. And he was not Kenji -Kenji wouldn’t be there anymore-, but it wasn’t bad, either.
He phoned her, days later. He said I’m gonna die. I want to see you.
They met daily, from then on. Shimon had a weird sense of humor, a German accent and a way to treat her that made her think of an old-fashioned English gentleman, one of the guys on the films that she secretly watched. She didn’t love him, and he knew; they just pretended to ignore it, and kissed and talked and made up, trying so hard to survive another day, trying to forget the losses, the pain, the rage.
Friend was now a little less friendly, they saw. There were pictures of all of them -of Yoshitsune and Maruo, of Otcho and Kenji and even Yukiji. There were pictures of them as criminals, terrorists that had tried to destroy everything, and sometimes it was just so hard to live on, to pretend it was nothing.
There were those awful nights, too, the nights when she couldn’t sleep and Kanna had just finished crying, the nights when she would call him just so she could be hold. He was warm and nice, and he used to whisper in her ear, telling her not to give up.
He was gonna die.
They both knew it, but it wasn’t the same, seeing him in that bed, surrounded by all those machines. He was gonna die, but Yukiji didn’t really want to believe it; she couldn’t gave up hope. She didn’t love him -how could she love anyone while Kenji still occupied her heart-, she didn’t love him and yet she did.
Mon pleaded her to kiss him that last night. He said it would be fine. He felt Yukiji’s soft lips, the tears, the pain. He closed his eyes.
He never opened them.
It wasn't bad. Well, it was a bit weird when they all died, but other than that, it was okay. The only problem is I've read the manga, and so, I expected a bit more. Just a bit, really, but a really huge bit.
All in all, it wasn't awful. Otcho's actor fights bad, I think, but it's still Otcho, and so I have to love him. Kenji... Kenji's Kenji, even if he's less cheerful? idiot? weird? in the film. I think it's Yukiji who have changed the most, and who have disappointed me the most. The rest of the gang didn't even get a scene for them, so I can't really say. I suppose I'll see it on the next part.
Anyway, did anyone find all the Mon-chan/Yukiji so intriguing? I mean, they were the only ones who kept touch after 2001, and he died and it was just so moving, and he told her he used to love her just in that Bloody New Year or whatever, so...
I just wrote a drabble about them. It's a bit like awkard, and even incomplete, but I'll post it anyway.
He said he used to love her, that they all used to love her. He told her -pleaded her- to stay behind, to do nothing, and expected her to refuse. He knew her; all of them did. Yukiji was not one for stay still.
But that time she couldn’t move. She just wanted to run -to run to Kenji, to drag him back and save him and love him- and yet she couldn’t force herself. It was just too much to take, all of that, the noise, the panic, the deaths. And Mon-chan hold her, and Yukiji cried on his shoulder, like she would do many times after that.
She didn’t know, then.
After that, everything was fast, so fast she couldn’t really understand it. They had to run, to hide; they didn’t see the others anymore. They had to survive, he explained her, you have to survive and take care of Kanna. But it wasn’t only that, and they both knew it.
She wouldn’t remember when they kissed first. Maybe it was while they were hiding, holding their breathes and trying not to move. Shimon carried an asleep Kanna, and Yukiji just felt so alone. And he was not Kenji -Kenji wouldn’t be there anymore-, but it wasn’t bad, either.
He phoned her, days later. He said I’m gonna die. I want to see you.
They met daily, from then on. Shimon had a weird sense of humor, a German accent and a way to treat her that made her think of an old-fashioned English gentleman, one of the guys on the films that she secretly watched. She didn’t love him, and he knew; they just pretended to ignore it, and kissed and talked and made up, trying so hard to survive another day, trying to forget the losses, the pain, the rage.
Friend was now a little less friendly, they saw. There were pictures of all of them -of Yoshitsune and Maruo, of Otcho and Kenji and even Yukiji. There were pictures of them as criminals, terrorists that had tried to destroy everything, and sometimes it was just so hard to live on, to pretend it was nothing.
There were those awful nights, too, the nights when she couldn’t sleep and Kanna had just finished crying, the nights when she would call him just so she could be hold. He was warm and nice, and he used to whisper in her ear, telling her not to give up.
He was gonna die.
They both knew it, but it wasn’t the same, seeing him in that bed, surrounded by all those machines. He was gonna die, but Yukiji didn’t really want to believe it; she couldn’t gave up hope. She didn’t love him -how could she love anyone while Kenji still occupied her heart-, she didn’t love him and yet she did.
Mon pleaded her to kiss him that last night. He said it would be fine. He felt Yukiji’s soft lips, the tears, the pain. He closed his eyes.
He never opened them.