memory oo1 - what my eyes cannot see
[[ooc: Wow, am I behind. looking for a job will kind of do that to you. ANYWAY. This is the memory crystal Helix got from back when the denial, mouse and cheese comment was posted by Cancer? and anyway...I don't know why I have been so behind on getting this up. It's actually been written for some time. Sight, touch, smell, I think it was.]]
[[source: canon-ish. Not a specific/quoted scene from the manga or anime, but part of the history of Team Gai.]]
[[Helix learns something about his eyes and about the true nature of this rivalry thing he thinks he values.]]
The vision melted into existence as though fading in from an empty frame on a reel of film. It was silent-not a bird’s warble, a breath, or a heartbeat-but in place of noise, Helix’s other senses seemed to be taking in everything. The clouds lingered overhead in the early morning stillness. The leaves were changing colors into an overly saturated array of warm hues, and he could track their paths as each fell from the branch to the forest floor below. The air was damp and cool and smelled of a morning rain and of the musty, decaying leaves that littered the floor of the clearing in which the children had gathered. The ground beneath his sandals was cold and dew-drenched. The muted sound of the memory made the place seem far more serene than it may actually have been, but Helix could imagine there were birds in the trees...and of course their young voices.
I wish I could hear them…
Lotus-he knew it was his boyfriend instantly, there was no mistaking those eyebrows or saucer-large eyes, or that hair-stood opposite him, shifting anxiously, a determined smirk on his lips as he raised a hand covered in bandages. He was adorable at this age; his lanky, childish body was dressed in a ridiculously hideous green jumpsuit of spandex-suddenly that trigger from Sniper made a whole lot more sense-a pair of orange legwarmers, and some odd blue sandals.
The little girl to the side of Lotus was also cute, with her brown hair pulled up into twin buns and with that clever smile on her face. He clothing was far more tame and, dare he admit, normal by most standards: a pretty pink mandarin collared shirt and short pants, also paired with those sandals. She couldn't have been much more than twelve or thirteen, the same as Lotus here. The same, presumably, as Helix himself.
If Helix could have, he would have spent forever staring at that child version of his boyfriend and at that little girl who was just short of familiar, and wondering over the wave of nostalgia that he was experiencing.
But Lotus’ smirk disappeared, and Helix felt a burning rush to his own eyes, as if heated, liquid energy surged through the blood vessels-and the world was suddenly catapulted into an inverted realm of black and white. I think…I think I saw this during the ant invasion. Right before I lost consciousness. Lotus suddenly did not look as much like himself rushing towards Helix, as like an outline with highlighted arteries of light through his body. The girl, too, was comprised of this phenomenon. Everything had the strange quality to it…
What do my eyes see?
Lotus’s inhuman speed had him upon Helix in no time. His boyfriend smelled earthy and young, of dirt, soap, blood, and sweat-heat radiating off his body from the morning exercises-
Helix felt a rush of his own anger-anger?-and he turned, pivoted on the balls of his feet, leaves sliding against his toes, and with his open palm, struck Lotus so violently, he could feel the other boy’s body shudder beneath his fingertips. Lotus’ eyes went wide, surprise registering as well as defeat-a painful, long suffering defeat in those dark eyes-and his body flew backwards towards the girl before slamming into a tree and then the ground.
Color returned to the world.
The girl looked down at Lotus for a second, then back up at Helix, her eyes showing alarm. His own posture was that of smug pride and haughty satisfaction. It was something he knew was there, central to himself, but which as of late he had tried not to display when with Lotus. Apparently, this younger, original version of himself was not nearly so considerate.
What happened? He knew very well he could not have killed Lotus here-or Lotus would not be with him today at the age he was now…but…I willfully hurt him. I could have possibly killed him, I was fighting him, but I didn’t even give him a chance. And I hated him for some, inexplicable reason. He outclasses me in terms of fighting skills now…but here, then…what happened?
What do my eyes do for me, and why would I use it to hurt Lotus?
Why were we fighting? Lotus has such willpower. Clearly he has been beaten down before, and yet he tried again.
Get up… Lotus was struggling to his feet now, a mess of leaves and twigs stuck in his dark hair, his nose bleeding from the impact with the ground, and spoke words which Helix was not privy to hear this time around. But his face was set in a grim, firm expression of determination and he was already rising to take his opening stance again. Helix could feel himself settle into his own fighting position in preparation for round two.
But as commendable as that willpower was…his younger self seemed just as steadfast against Lotus. Don’t do it, Lotus. Don’t fight me. I’ll hurt you.
Helix feared for what his younger self would do.
And then Lotus’ eyes lit up-that fantastic excitable way his eyes lit up when he saw Helix-and he dropped his stance and smiled brilliantly, tears of joy in his eyes for someone behind and to the side of Helix, out of his memory-self’s regular vision. As Lotus bounced happily and launched himself in that direction, Helix turned-and just as he was about to see the person Lotus clearly loved so much… the scene faded.
[[source: canon-ish. Not a specific/quoted scene from the manga or anime, but part of the history of Team Gai.]]
[[Helix learns something about his eyes and about the true nature of this rivalry thing he thinks he values.]]
The vision melted into existence as though fading in from an empty frame on a reel of film. It was silent-not a bird’s warble, a breath, or a heartbeat-but in place of noise, Helix’s other senses seemed to be taking in everything. The clouds lingered overhead in the early morning stillness. The leaves were changing colors into an overly saturated array of warm hues, and he could track their paths as each fell from the branch to the forest floor below. The air was damp and cool and smelled of a morning rain and of the musty, decaying leaves that littered the floor of the clearing in which the children had gathered. The ground beneath his sandals was cold and dew-drenched. The muted sound of the memory made the place seem far more serene than it may actually have been, but Helix could imagine there were birds in the trees...and of course their young voices.
I wish I could hear them…
Lotus-he knew it was his boyfriend instantly, there was no mistaking those eyebrows or saucer-large eyes, or that hair-stood opposite him, shifting anxiously, a determined smirk on his lips as he raised a hand covered in bandages. He was adorable at this age; his lanky, childish body was dressed in a ridiculously hideous green jumpsuit of spandex-suddenly that trigger from Sniper made a whole lot more sense-a pair of orange legwarmers, and some odd blue sandals.
The little girl to the side of Lotus was also cute, with her brown hair pulled up into twin buns and with that clever smile on her face. He clothing was far more tame and, dare he admit, normal by most standards: a pretty pink mandarin collared shirt and short pants, also paired with those sandals. She couldn't have been much more than twelve or thirteen, the same as Lotus here. The same, presumably, as Helix himself.
If Helix could have, he would have spent forever staring at that child version of his boyfriend and at that little girl who was just short of familiar, and wondering over the wave of nostalgia that he was experiencing.
But Lotus’ smirk disappeared, and Helix felt a burning rush to his own eyes, as if heated, liquid energy surged through the blood vessels-and the world was suddenly catapulted into an inverted realm of black and white. I think…I think I saw this during the ant invasion. Right before I lost consciousness. Lotus suddenly did not look as much like himself rushing towards Helix, as like an outline with highlighted arteries of light through his body. The girl, too, was comprised of this phenomenon. Everything had the strange quality to it…
What do my eyes see?
Lotus’s inhuman speed had him upon Helix in no time. His boyfriend smelled earthy and young, of dirt, soap, blood, and sweat-heat radiating off his body from the morning exercises-
Helix felt a rush of his own anger-anger?-and he turned, pivoted on the balls of his feet, leaves sliding against his toes, and with his open palm, struck Lotus so violently, he could feel the other boy’s body shudder beneath his fingertips. Lotus’ eyes went wide, surprise registering as well as defeat-a painful, long suffering defeat in those dark eyes-and his body flew backwards towards the girl before slamming into a tree and then the ground.
Color returned to the world.
The girl looked down at Lotus for a second, then back up at Helix, her eyes showing alarm. His own posture was that of smug pride and haughty satisfaction. It was something he knew was there, central to himself, but which as of late he had tried not to display when with Lotus. Apparently, this younger, original version of himself was not nearly so considerate.
What happened? He knew very well he could not have killed Lotus here-or Lotus would not be with him today at the age he was now…but…I willfully hurt him. I could have possibly killed him, I was fighting him, but I didn’t even give him a chance. And I hated him for some, inexplicable reason. He outclasses me in terms of fighting skills now…but here, then…what happened?
What do my eyes do for me, and why would I use it to hurt Lotus?
Why were we fighting? Lotus has such willpower. Clearly he has been beaten down before, and yet he tried again.
Get up… Lotus was struggling to his feet now, a mess of leaves and twigs stuck in his dark hair, his nose bleeding from the impact with the ground, and spoke words which Helix was not privy to hear this time around. But his face was set in a grim, firm expression of determination and he was already rising to take his opening stance again. Helix could feel himself settle into his own fighting position in preparation for round two.
But as commendable as that willpower was…his younger self seemed just as steadfast against Lotus. Don’t do it, Lotus. Don’t fight me. I’ll hurt you.
Helix feared for what his younger self would do.
And then Lotus’ eyes lit up-that fantastic excitable way his eyes lit up when he saw Helix-and he dropped his stance and smiled brilliantly, tears of joy in his eyes for someone behind and to the side of Helix, out of his memory-self’s regular vision. As Lotus bounced happily and launched himself in that direction, Helix turned-and just as he was about to see the person Lotus clearly loved so much… the scene faded.