[Week 12, Day 1] [One-Shot] Would I Spend Forever Here....
Who: Yoite
Status: Closed.
Style: Third person, past tense.
Where: Mizusato, Yoite's shrine
When: Week 12, Day 1, afternoon
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, probably.
Summary : Yoite finds a new home - a forgotten shrine for a forgotten boy.
Little white paws splashed lightly across damp rocks lining the edge of a steady stream, black boots following closely in their wake Neither boy nor rabbit stumbled as they passed along the slippery curve of the riverbed, the easiest way to the western peak of this particular mountain. Why this mountain? Why this peak? At this point did Yoite even need a reason for anything?
Not really.
Perhaps simply because he followed his feet and didn’t really care where they took him so long as it was “away.” And perhaps because this peak, this slope, looked to be the most shrouded in a mist that could consume him and make him disappearing.... hopefully into a world of his own.
As the river narrowed, corseted by two large boulders and then more so by the high arch of a cliff, the rabbit stopped to await its new owner, one wet paw held off the ground as a white ear twitched in anticipation. What direction would they be taking next on this journey without a destination? And once again without thought Yoite simply swerved wherever his feet were inspired to go, to the right this time it seemed, into the thicket of the forest and along a slight clearing through the trees. As his small black coat swished around a larger bush and his tiny form started to disappear into an embrace of green, Allen’s whiskers bounced and he scurried to follow.
Where this part of the mountain crested, and Yoite caught a glimpse of one or two rustic houses across a larger gorge, he turned specifically in the opposite direction, back towards the place he suspected the source of the river might be found. And as he broke out of the woods he found himself at the edge of a handsome little basin, at the center of which the river pooled into a sort of glittering pond with high grown reeds and white blossoms decorating its surface. And if he squinted just a little in the thickening fog, he could see a place at the opposite edge where the water once again lost its calmness and rushed over into what looked like utter nothingness. They were at the top of a waterfall.
It was....beautiful. And he almost instinctively turned to say look Gau-san! But the words died in his mouth as his little face peeked over his shoulder only to verify that he, they, were alone. The way he had chosen to be.
Chosen.
Because that was the case, wasn’t it? It was only through will of his own that he was here now. Only through fault of his own that his heart now fluttered painfully in his breast, and his throat grew all too tight. Clenching and unclenching as it had been the whole way up. With one step he had told himself ‘this is for the best’ and with the swing of the next step all of the ‘i wishes’ ‘’if onlys’ and ‘what ifs’ came rushing back in full force to make his eyes well and burn. And he would rub at them violently. Purposely rough so that perhaps that sting of the suede of his glove scratching roughly against his skin could take his mind off of Gau.
No success. Every little creature he saw, every glittering pebble made him sorely want to reach for his hitomi, take a picture, and send it to Gau posthaste.
No, Yoite, restrain yourself.
Gau needed to forget him. Yoite had decided that. And whilst one might argue that Yoite also needed to forget Gau, Yoite had decided specifically that he would never do that. This love, as he now recognized it for what it was, was something that felt like it was shredding him from the inside out... but it was his and it was for Gau and it was the proof that Gau had been in his life even for a brief time. And for all those reasons he would keep it. And lock it inside where it would be his and his alone. Silent to the world but singing in his head.
Even if it would break him slowly.
I can break. I can. I am okay with that....
When a little paw touched his ankle, Yoite realized he had been standing for who knows how long with the trails of tears growing sticky on his cheeks. And head dropping, he saw the rabbit looking all too concerned for what an animal should be capable of.
...alright...I’ll keep moving....
Stepping forward he began his descent towards the water. Crawling over the corpses of fallen trees, and ducking under the heavy boughs of live ones, he drew near to where the long grass was as tall as he, and the ferns taller. And where the brush became so thick he had to force it to move forward, he bent and gathered up his new companion in his arms, hugging to him as if he were the last thing he had in this world....in a way he was.
And he forged on, kicking forward, onward and onward, not even slowing when he boots nearly got sucked under by thickening mud, and finally, when his legs felt so sore he thought he’d collapse..
...he did. But onto something solid. Something....stone?
Raising his head from the cold hard surface, he found it not just to be stone, but to be white jade. Carved. And lifting his chin higher he saw not only was it jade, it was a bridge. A graceful arc of of a bridge leading to a small wooden shrine almost swallowed by the greenery around it. No painted colors, no statuaries or offerings.
Just empty. And alone.
And Yoite stood and without hesitation he knew..... he had found his new home.
You are forgotten....like I am. I belong here.
Status: Closed.
Style: Third person, past tense.
Where: Mizusato, Yoite's shrine
When: Week 12, Day 1, afternoon
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, probably.
Summary : Yoite finds a new home - a forgotten shrine for a forgotten boy.
Little white paws splashed lightly across damp rocks lining the edge of a steady stream, black boots following closely in their wake Neither boy nor rabbit stumbled as they passed along the slippery curve of the riverbed, the easiest way to the western peak of this particular mountain. Why this mountain? Why this peak? At this point did Yoite even need a reason for anything?
Not really.
Perhaps simply because he followed his feet and didn’t really care where they took him so long as it was “away.” And perhaps because this peak, this slope, looked to be the most shrouded in a mist that could consume him and make him disappearing.... hopefully into a world of his own.
As the river narrowed, corseted by two large boulders and then more so by the high arch of a cliff, the rabbit stopped to await its new owner, one wet paw held off the ground as a white ear twitched in anticipation. What direction would they be taking next on this journey without a destination? And once again without thought Yoite simply swerved wherever his feet were inspired to go, to the right this time it seemed, into the thicket of the forest and along a slight clearing through the trees. As his small black coat swished around a larger bush and his tiny form started to disappear into an embrace of green, Allen’s whiskers bounced and he scurried to follow.
Where this part of the mountain crested, and Yoite caught a glimpse of one or two rustic houses across a larger gorge, he turned specifically in the opposite direction, back towards the place he suspected the source of the river might be found. And as he broke out of the woods he found himself at the edge of a handsome little basin, at the center of which the river pooled into a sort of glittering pond with high grown reeds and white blossoms decorating its surface. And if he squinted just a little in the thickening fog, he could see a place at the opposite edge where the water once again lost its calmness and rushed over into what looked like utter nothingness. They were at the top of a waterfall.
It was....beautiful. And he almost instinctively turned to say look Gau-san! But the words died in his mouth as his little face peeked over his shoulder only to verify that he, they, were alone. The way he had chosen to be.
Chosen.
Because that was the case, wasn’t it? It was only through will of his own that he was here now. Only through fault of his own that his heart now fluttered painfully in his breast, and his throat grew all too tight. Clenching and unclenching as it had been the whole way up. With one step he had told himself ‘this is for the best’ and with the swing of the next step all of the ‘i wishes’ ‘’if onlys’ and ‘what ifs’ came rushing back in full force to make his eyes well and burn. And he would rub at them violently. Purposely rough so that perhaps that sting of the suede of his glove scratching roughly against his skin could take his mind off of Gau.
No success. Every little creature he saw, every glittering pebble made him sorely want to reach for his hitomi, take a picture, and send it to Gau posthaste.
No, Yoite, restrain yourself.
Gau needed to forget him. Yoite had decided that. And whilst one might argue that Yoite also needed to forget Gau, Yoite had decided specifically that he would never do that. This love, as he now recognized it for what it was, was something that felt like it was shredding him from the inside out... but it was his and it was for Gau and it was the proof that Gau had been in his life even for a brief time. And for all those reasons he would keep it. And lock it inside where it would be his and his alone. Silent to the world but singing in his head.
Even if it would break him slowly.
I can break. I can. I am okay with that....
When a little paw touched his ankle, Yoite realized he had been standing for who knows how long with the trails of tears growing sticky on his cheeks. And head dropping, he saw the rabbit looking all too concerned for what an animal should be capable of.
...alright...I’ll keep moving....
Stepping forward he began his descent towards the water. Crawling over the corpses of fallen trees, and ducking under the heavy boughs of live ones, he drew near to where the long grass was as tall as he, and the ferns taller. And where the brush became so thick he had to force it to move forward, he bent and gathered up his new companion in his arms, hugging to him as if he were the last thing he had in this world....in a way he was.
And he forged on, kicking forward, onward and onward, not even slowing when he boots nearly got sucked under by thickening mud, and finally, when his legs felt so sore he thought he’d collapse..
...he did. But onto something solid. Something....stone?
Raising his head from the cold hard surface, he found it not just to be stone, but to be white jade. Carved. And lifting his chin higher he saw not only was it jade, it was a bridge. A graceful arc of of a bridge leading to a small wooden shrine almost swallowed by the greenery around it. No painted colors, no statuaries or offerings.
Just empty. And alone.
And Yoite stood and without hesitation he knew..... he had found his new home.
You are forgotten....like I am. I belong here.