Treat or trick?! You decide! part 1murinaeNovember 1 2007, 03:16:33 UTC
yup! Porch light is still on! XD Though no takers but you *luffs you mightly* ... T___T hehe, but then again, I was offering cheapass candy! XD
*Thinks*
Well, I don't know if they celebrate Halloween in Japan like they do here, but here's a shot at it.
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If he is to be honest, Sai has not ever really given much thought about being a ghost. The dying part hadn't really been pleasant, but he didn't remember much of it. (Strange, in some ways, the ending of his life felt much like the living parts -- which he didn't remember much of either.)
Being sealed in a goban was a half-there state; most of it was waiting, and in waiting, time passed without too much of his notice.
He remembers Torajiro, definitely. That part is sharp, clear, unlike the dying and the waiting and the fading back to the goban.
And now, there is Hikaru.
He hasn't known Hikaru all that long. A few months really, and now the leaves are turning orange and he watches as Hikaru carefully cuts out two holes in one of his mother's pristine white sheets.
"What are you doing?!" he asks even as Hikaru drapes the cloth over himself, positioning the two holes so he can peer out of them. "Your mother is going to be angry, Hikaru."
"Nah. It's for school." Hikaru's cut the eyeholes a overly large, so the effect is a bit odd, with the cloth making odd rings around his face. "I'm gonna be an American ghost!"
"What?!" Sai frowns. Many things in this new world puzzle him. Fish that are not fish. Boxes that contain whole worlds (even Go!) And now ... ghosts that were not ghosts?
The white sheet remind him of funeral shrouds. Seeing Hikaru, face covered beneath the cloth except for the occasional puff of breath ... although Sai no longer feels hot or cold, something much like a chill travels through him.
He had probably been covered in a white cloth, in the end.
Torajiro, in the end ...
"Sai?"
"How is that a ghost?" Sai asks. "I've heard of ghosts without feet. Or faces. Or bodies even -- they're just heads. But not ghosts that are just sheets. How can you even tell what's died under there?"
Hikaru gives him a very very odd look. "I dunno. Ask the Americans. All I know is that if we dressed up tomorrow for Harrowweeener, we'd get a whole extra fifteen points in English class. Which, by the way, you are no help in!"
"I never studied English!" Sai protests. Hikaru gives a harrumph through the cloth, then turns away. "Um, aren't you going to take that off?"
There's a swish of cloth as Hikaru glances back over his shoulder. "Eh?"
"Take it off, Hikaru!" Sai insists, his voice dropping into an insistent whine.
"Why?!" It's not easy to read Hikaru's expression at all, even with the extra large eye holes. His stance is muted by the cloth -- he can't see how Hikaru's squaring his shoulders or if his hands are curled or loose. The physical markers Sai has used to read opponents and people are now gone. But there's no mistaking the sly glee that slips in Hikaru's voice. "Don't tell me you're scared! A ghost scared of a ghost costume?!"
*Thinks*
Well, I don't know if they celebrate Halloween in Japan like they do here, but here's a shot at it.
^____^
----
If he is to be honest, Sai has not ever really given much thought about being a ghost. The dying part hadn't really been pleasant, but he didn't remember much of it. (Strange, in some ways, the ending of his life felt much like the living parts -- which he didn't remember much of either.)
Being sealed in a goban was a half-there state; most of it was waiting, and in waiting, time passed without too much of his notice.
He remembers Torajiro, definitely. That part is sharp, clear, unlike the dying and the waiting and the fading back to the goban.
And now, there is Hikaru.
He hasn't known Hikaru all that long. A few months really, and now the leaves are turning orange and he watches as Hikaru carefully cuts out two holes in one of his mother's pristine white sheets.
"What are you doing?!" he asks even as Hikaru drapes the cloth over himself, positioning the two holes so he can peer out of them. "Your mother is going to be angry, Hikaru."
"Nah. It's for school." Hikaru's cut the eyeholes a overly large, so the effect is a bit odd, with the cloth making odd rings around his face. "I'm gonna be an American ghost!"
"What?!" Sai frowns. Many things in this new world puzzle him. Fish that are not fish. Boxes that contain whole worlds (even Go!) And now ... ghosts that were not ghosts?
The white sheet remind him of funeral shrouds. Seeing Hikaru, face covered beneath the cloth except for the occasional puff of breath ... although Sai no longer feels hot or cold, something much like a chill travels through him.
He had probably been covered in a white cloth, in the end.
Torajiro, in the end ...
"Sai?"
"How is that a ghost?" Sai asks. "I've heard of ghosts without feet. Or faces. Or bodies even -- they're just heads. But not ghosts that are just sheets. How can you even tell what's died under there?"
Hikaru gives him a very very odd look. "I dunno. Ask the Americans. All I know is that if we dressed up tomorrow for Harrowweeener, we'd get a whole extra fifteen points in English class. Which, by the way, you are no help in!"
"I never studied English!" Sai protests. Hikaru gives a harrumph through the cloth, then turns away. "Um, aren't you going to take that off?"
There's a swish of cloth as Hikaru glances back over his shoulder. "Eh?"
"Take it off, Hikaru!" Sai insists, his voice dropping into an insistent whine.
"Why?!" It's not easy to read Hikaru's expression at all, even with the extra large eye holes. His stance is muted by the cloth -- he can't see how Hikaru's squaring his shoulders or if his hands are curled or loose. The physical markers Sai has used to read opponents and people are now gone. But there's no mistaking the sly glee that slips in Hikaru's voice. "Don't tell me you're scared! A ghost scared of a ghost costume?!"
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