Fanfic Post: Ch. 3: Light of the Moon, Abyss of the Heavens: Descending Edge [Juuni Kokki]
Chapter Title: Descending Edge
Series Title: Light of the Moon, Abyss of the Heavens
Author: seoinage
Theme: Drowned fields - Feb 04
Fandom: Juuni Kokki
Character: Gyousou
Words: 500
Disclaimer: ©1991 Ono Fuyumi, Kodansha, and various companies who bought rights to it.
Light of the Moon, Abyss of the Heavens
(月の光、天の淵)
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Chapter 3
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Gyousou clearly remembered the time he first held a sword. Oh, not a metal one, not one of those. He had been four at the time and his father still needed to look out for him. So a miniature wooden one had been handed over carefully, with respect. Even such a toy can be deadly depending upon the one wielding it.
The clear light filtering down from the early morning sun did not give off much heat. Even though it was late spring, they also lived in Tai. As one of the northernmost countries, people liked to say that the snow hated making room for Tai’s human inhabitants since it had been there first. Since the snow did what it wanted, the people learned to adjust to it instead. Was that not the way of the world?
Years later, his father entrusted him with his first true blade. It may have been battered, with the wrappings around the hilt worn, but his nevertheless and sharp. By then, he had learned to properly take care of a sword. He had also learned the proper ways of using one through much sweat and effort. At the end of everyday, he went to sleep bone-tired. Every morning he woke up eager to discover more.
Eager would not be the word to describe how he felt now upon waking.
With a gritted moan held low in his throat to muffle the sound as much as he could, Gyousou gingerly opened his eyes. Squinting, more against the pain than the light…or lack thereof, he remained in his sideways prone position for a moment longer. Strands of his white hair and clumps of grit matted themselves against his face and neck in an uncomfortable way. A bath would not be remiss.
The dirt floor underneath him gave neither leeway nor warmth. Instead, it greedily sucked away his body heat and the steadily seeping wounds all over his body, especially from the one in his upper thigh where a broken spear still imbedded itself. He shuddered, the stomach-lurching pain making his head swim. Hands and feet bound as they were made it difficult to maneuver even if he had the strength to do so. Gyousou doubted that his wounded leg could do much without treatment. Even then, there may be difficulty.
He felt gratitude that Taiki could not see him like this.
But one thing at a time. Right now, he needed to take stock of the situation.
Though his condition could be vastly improved upon, death would not be meeting his acquaintance just yet. As for his location, perhaps a tent of some kind as the sharp winter wind easily found its way through slits of the enclosure whose walls shook with each gust.
A flare of light opposite him abruptly entered, making him want to turn his head away, to close his eyelids. Gyousou did none of those things; he chose instead to stare with his red eyes unblinkingly at the intruder.
Or rather, intruders.
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Constructive comments and critiques welcomed. :)
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Series Title: Light of the Moon, Abyss of the Heavens
Author: seoinage
Theme: Drowned fields - Feb 04
Fandom: Juuni Kokki
Character: Gyousou
Words: 500
Disclaimer: ©1991 Ono Fuyumi, Kodansha, and various companies who bought rights to it.
Light of the Moon, Abyss of the Heavens
(月の光、天の淵)
~*~
Chapter 3
~*~
Gyousou clearly remembered the time he first held a sword. Oh, not a metal one, not one of those. He had been four at the time and his father still needed to look out for him. So a miniature wooden one had been handed over carefully, with respect. Even such a toy can be deadly depending upon the one wielding it.
The clear light filtering down from the early morning sun did not give off much heat. Even though it was late spring, they also lived in Tai. As one of the northernmost countries, people liked to say that the snow hated making room for Tai’s human inhabitants since it had been there first. Since the snow did what it wanted, the people learned to adjust to it instead. Was that not the way of the world?
Years later, his father entrusted him with his first true blade. It may have been battered, with the wrappings around the hilt worn, but his nevertheless and sharp. By then, he had learned to properly take care of a sword. He had also learned the proper ways of using one through much sweat and effort. At the end of everyday, he went to sleep bone-tired. Every morning he woke up eager to discover more.
Eager would not be the word to describe how he felt now upon waking.
With a gritted moan held low in his throat to muffle the sound as much as he could, Gyousou gingerly opened his eyes. Squinting, more against the pain than the light…or lack thereof, he remained in his sideways prone position for a moment longer. Strands of his white hair and clumps of grit matted themselves against his face and neck in an uncomfortable way. A bath would not be remiss.
The dirt floor underneath him gave neither leeway nor warmth. Instead, it greedily sucked away his body heat and the steadily seeping wounds all over his body, especially from the one in his upper thigh where a broken spear still imbedded itself. He shuddered, the stomach-lurching pain making his head swim. Hands and feet bound as they were made it difficult to maneuver even if he had the strength to do so. Gyousou doubted that his wounded leg could do much without treatment. Even then, there may be difficulty.
He felt gratitude that Taiki could not see him like this.
But one thing at a time. Right now, he needed to take stock of the situation.
Though his condition could be vastly improved upon, death would not be meeting his acquaintance just yet. As for his location, perhaps a tent of some kind as the sharp winter wind easily found its way through slits of the enclosure whose walls shook with each gust.
A flare of light opposite him abruptly entered, making him want to turn his head away, to close his eyelids. Gyousou did none of those things; he chose instead to stare with his red eyes unblinkingly at the intruder.
Or rather, intruders.
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Constructive comments and critiques welcomed. :)
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