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Yara/Yamamoto
G, 561w, wuxia!AU
Ryota's world was small. It consisted of the little roadside tea house he helped his family keep, and their little hut just out of sight beyond the fringe of trees at the edge of the forest, and the stream half a measure of time down the road to which Ryota would trudge several times a day for water. He had never ventured far into the forest because he still hasn't quite grown out of his boyhood fear of the forest banshees, and he'd never ventured across to the opposite bank of the stream because he was the oldest and his family needed him to help serve customers at the tea house.
Ryota knew his world was small due to the travelers who stopped every day by their tea house for a sup and a bite. There were so many different people who passed through - scholars in their sober robes and many scrolls; peddlers with their patched clothing and colorful wares; soldiers strong and powerful, filling the tea house with their commanding voices - and every one of them had interesting stories to tell. His younger brother, horse-crazy, had eyes and attention only for the steeds of the travelers; but Ryota always made sure to be on hand to listen with wide-eyed absorption to the travelers as they told tales of their travels or shared news of the latest happenings in the capitol.
He had no hope, no expectation, of being able to see any more of the world beyond the small circle bordered by his forest hut and the stream, but that was all right with him. He was satisfied enough with the exciting stories brought by the travelers, and happy to fulfill his filial duty and take care of his hard-working parents and aging grandparents.
And besides, he was waiting for someone.
Yara had promised to come back to Ryota when he'd left three years ago, continuing his scouting journey to the borderlands for the king as soon as he'd recovered from his wounds. He'd floated into Ryota's life on the swift current of the stream, holding onto the last vestiges of consciousness and leaving the water behind him tinted red. He'd lost a lot of blood, and it had taken a full moon for him to wake up again, teetering on the edge between life and death due to extreme blood loss for so long that even Ryota's hope had almost run out.
The two moons that it had taken Yara to get back on his feet had been twice as long, but to Ryota it felt half as short. Ryota, with more patience and delicacy than his brother, had been Yara's caretaker in that time, and the two of them had become extremely close. He'd looked up to Yara like an older brother, admired Yara's patriotism and bravery, and when Yara was finally recovered and preparing to continue his journey, Ryota hadn't asked him to stay even once. It had been perhaps the most difficult thing Ryota had ever had to do in his small, confined world, but he'd learned courage from Yara's own example and he was determined to do the right thing.
And indeed good karma was visited upon those who did right, because Yara had promised to Ryota with his own lips that some day he would come back to find Ryota once again.
Note(s): tbh I don't think yararyo ever cross paths with fujikita in the au but :x oh well? :x
G, 561w, wuxia!AU
Ryota's world was small. It consisted of the little roadside tea house he helped his family keep, and their little hut just out of sight beyond the fringe of trees at the edge of the forest, and the stream half a measure of time down the road to which Ryota would trudge several times a day for water. He had never ventured far into the forest because he still hasn't quite grown out of his boyhood fear of the forest banshees, and he'd never ventured across to the opposite bank of the stream because he was the oldest and his family needed him to help serve customers at the tea house.
Ryota knew his world was small due to the travelers who stopped every day by their tea house for a sup and a bite. There were so many different people who passed through - scholars in their sober robes and many scrolls; peddlers with their patched clothing and colorful wares; soldiers strong and powerful, filling the tea house with their commanding voices - and every one of them had interesting stories to tell. His younger brother, horse-crazy, had eyes and attention only for the steeds of the travelers; but Ryota always made sure to be on hand to listen with wide-eyed absorption to the travelers as they told tales of their travels or shared news of the latest happenings in the capitol.
He had no hope, no expectation, of being able to see any more of the world beyond the small circle bordered by his forest hut and the stream, but that was all right with him. He was satisfied enough with the exciting stories brought by the travelers, and happy to fulfill his filial duty and take care of his hard-working parents and aging grandparents.
And besides, he was waiting for someone.
Yara had promised to come back to Ryota when he'd left three years ago, continuing his scouting journey to the borderlands for the king as soon as he'd recovered from his wounds. He'd floated into Ryota's life on the swift current of the stream, holding onto the last vestiges of consciousness and leaving the water behind him tinted red. He'd lost a lot of blood, and it had taken a full moon for him to wake up again, teetering on the edge between life and death due to extreme blood loss for so long that even Ryota's hope had almost run out.
The two moons that it had taken Yara to get back on his feet had been twice as long, but to Ryota it felt half as short. Ryota, with more patience and delicacy than his brother, had been Yara's caretaker in that time, and the two of them had become extremely close. He'd looked up to Yara like an older brother, admired Yara's patriotism and bravery, and when Yara was finally recovered and preparing to continue his journey, Ryota hadn't asked him to stay even once. It had been perhaps the most difficult thing Ryota had ever had to do in his small, confined world, but he'd learned courage from Yara's own example and he was determined to do the right thing.
And indeed good karma was visited upon those who did right, because Yara had promised to Ryota with his own lips that some day he would come back to find Ryota once again.
Note(s): tbh I don't think yararyo ever cross paths with fujikita in the au but :x oh well? :x